Saturday, 16 April 2011

New Love Stories

I know that every time in my life that I have decided to start writing a novel or an article, I have distractions. Even before having thought of the subject of the article, I am seen procrastinating. It's not something I should be proud of. However, since it's something that I've acquired with experience, I'm not gonna let it go any soon.

But I know that my mind concocts all kinds of stories and scenarios which are so very interesting! Unfortunately, my brain's too fast for my hands. I can't type nor write at the speed of light and in the matter of concentration, my brain has severe ADHD. There's no cure for it as medication only calms my nerves which furthers procrastination... Savvy?

Now what if I were to tell you that I have a love story for you? It's something that I've taken from real life and given it a spin coz things rarely come true in real life but you can do whatever you want in your dreams and fantasies. And in your novels too.

There was once this girl who had been having a dry run when it came to the matter of boys. Boys liked her but girls didn't. However, the boys that liked her never seemed to be able to tell her that they liked her. For it seems, that that girl had a terrible curse upon her!

The name of this girl was PizzaLover123. When she was very little, a man came to her, touched her tiny little unformed boobs and scared the living daylights out of her. Scared that she might get raped if she didn't run soon, she ran. Obviously her little hands or legs were incapable of kicking the scary man's hideous gonads, she ran and ran. But the hideous bastard caught up with her. He pinned her to the ground and felt her. After feeling her tiny little body fully, he said to her, "I have spoiled you. Every time you are with a man whom you like, you will think about me. You will also never be able to identify the men who fall for you! This is your curse!"

As an afterthought he added, "Oh, by the way, you shall also be infamous as a feminist so men will be repulsed by you. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

And so laughing in a cruel way, he left PizzaLover123 in deep thought. Though she didn't understand 85% of the words he had said, she knew that she would never be able to forget his face. Though his face would cause anyone to vomit, his actions had caused her to have an orgasm and ejaculate. And she was only 7 years old!

Many years passed since that day and PizzaLover123 grew to be a medium-height, slender-figured girl. She did leave a few hearts a flutter as she bounced and jumped around but those days she wasn't wearing a bra. After her friends convinced her to be bound to the constraints of a bra and panty, PizzaLover123 saw fewer boys and wouldn't go out much. She became afraid that guys might notice her nipples or bra seams and make fun of her body and her sex.

So PizzaLover123 grew lonely day by day. She went to school like normal kids would, joined in most of the school activities, learned music and dance, and made a lot of friends. However, unknown to her, her feelings towards even her friends weren't everlasting. She made friends who would remain for a year or two but then leave them behind and make new friends. Because of this, she never had any friends who had known her since childhood or even for more than two years at most.

PizzaLover123 had so many dreams that she wanted to make come true. By the time she was 20, a very suitable age for getting a depression by the way, she had known a few boys and been with them too. But she could never commit. She was convinced of non-commitment relationships due to Hollywood's effect on her nubile mind as well.

When she turned twenty-three, she realized that she had no friends by her side, that her last relationship with a boy had been 3 years ago, and all that she had managed to gain in (consensual) sexual experience was kissing (with tongue) and second base. The most vivid experience of sex for her was the evil man. She vowed then and there that within a year she would find someone who would love her and wouldn't say no to sleep with her!

So began the not-so-fair maiden's quest for a suitable man. She had long agreed that girls never liked her as friends or lovers. She was different from them and wasn't ashamed of it. The other girls were jealous and showed off their boyfriends to PizzaLover123 to make her jealous. Little did they know that their tactics had some effect on her though she wouldn't willing agree to it.

While this was going on in one part of the world, in a not so distant land, a young lad was looking for a mate. He was the prince of his apartment, and his father, the king, wanted a very good princess for him. However, under the pressure of impending doom in the form of marriage, the prince ran away from his father's castle and took shelter in a distant place where he built a crap castle of his own. He wasn't the best housekeeper so he had to hire someone to cook and clean after him.

One day, the prince awoke from his sleep suddenly at 12 noon. In his dream he had seen a beautifully intelligent looking face which had no make up, and was dark and mysterious. He was very happy to see the girl was not using fairness creams to be fair. He said to himself, "As long as there be blood in my veins and a breath in my lungs, I shall find this girl and go out with her at least once!"

Quickly, he switched on his laptop and logged on to his Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, and Orkut accounts. He would check Bharat Matrimonials and Shaadi.com later.

(To be continued)

Read Part II here: http://herethis-therethat.blogspot.in/2012/02/new-love-stories-part-ii.html
Read Part III here: http://herethis-therethat.blogspot.in/2013/02/new-love-stories-part-iii.html

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Icarus

I saw this cute movie called "It's Kind Of A Funny Story" recently. There was a song towards the end of the film called "Icarus" by White Hinterland. Now I did like the song a lot but that doesn't mean I'm instantly a fan of the band and am listening to each and every song of theirs. No, I'm not that kind. I like songs, not bands or singers.

Icarus reminds me of the story of the son of the Greek inventor Daedalus. He flew across the world using wings held together by wax, and he flew too close to the sun. It's a sad story because it says that humans can never truly be free. Of course, that's not what the true moral is, but that's how I see it. It's as if bondage and adhering to rules is what we're most comfortable with. Which is why I believe that you should rebel.

Icarus flew too close to the sun not knowing his fate. However, his father did and he cried from far. I read the story in Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson books but we have a similar story in Hindu mythology as well. I don't remember the characters but it was the same story. This again means that all the ancient cultures were in touch with each other, and maybe the Tower of Babel is a true event...but this is a story for another time.

The ways I rebel is by not adhering to rules always. I do it in the most apparent way in my clothing preferences. In office I make sure I'm not rigidly corporate looking. I don't wanna please anyone in office. As long as my wings aren't burnt by the sun, I think the descend to the sky is the most beautiful feeling in the world. I want to fly like a bird, like Icarus. And I think that even after the burnt wings, even when I'm falling to the earth from the sky, I will be proud and I will rebel.

Be like Icarus.

Monday, 4 April 2011

SEX!!

You can't have enough of it and people can't stop thinking about it! Well, I can't help it either. When my mind isn't occupied with writing reviews for movies, TV serials, people, books, my brother, etc., or writing fantasy books of my own (which I don't want published, of course because of the risque content); it's wandering about the region between my legs.

Feminism has done enough to get me to think about it. I've also had long conversations with my classmates (equally as lunatically firebrands as me) about the allure of it and the hold it has on nubile minds. Horny old people also think about it, too I'm sure! As much as feminists have worked for the liberation of women, they've also made us more openly promiscuous AND we no  longer have to be ashamed about it! Songs are being written about it, people!

LOL! As much as I think big-assed, half-naked, gyrating women in rap videos are degrading to the intellectually promiscuous ones like me, I can't stop imagining how satisfying that skimpy two-piece is gonna look in bed! And the hoots I'd get from the person I'm entertaining that time.....

I am proud to fight for women's rights and I know clothes are the first thing that traditionalists and conservatives want to control! Hell, I'm gonna take off my bra (buying them is expensive and tedious, so no burning), wear a "Slut" costume and shake my ass to my heart's delight! Too hot to handle? Yeah, I know ;)

Sunday, 3 April 2011

What is Love?

I've been single for a good two years now. I really have forgotten what it was to be in love. I mean, I do remember the most common things, the light-headedness, butterflies in the stomach, curling of the toes inside your sheets...etc.

The things I miss most are the touch of the skin, the hot breathe, tracing the outline of the body through my fingers. (I'm told, I have really soft hands and magic fingers-useful for a massage.) I miss being in bed for no reason and being in "love". I miss the sneaking out, running away and laughing all the way. I miss someone not touching my hair, not kissing me, not appreciating my body when they have full access to it. I mean, I don't always like the roadside desperates who try to rape you with their eyes, but I do appreciate if someone takes an effort to take a full good look at the curves. Which girl doesn't?

I know that being with someone isn't the only thing that you should live for in this world. I have lived life with my girlfriends and friends. I have loved life being alone with myself and my thoughts. I appreciate and love my body more than often. And most days, I'm in a good enough mood to be in love with the world.

But I just wish sometimes...when my hands and imagination aren't enough...to have someone to share bodies and feelings with. I can't talk about these things openly with my friends or girlfriends because they don't always like the boldness. Sex and talking about even the fringes of it turns on some people at first but then they think that I'm overdoing it if I talk in public with the same vigour as in private. I'm no expert on it, mind you, and all I want to do is learn more about it. Education isn't all about school and getting it from the movies and books, people!

Random Thoughts

This has been a long time coming. In between having left my diary to keep an account of my thougths, and keeping all that i had to say to myself, I haven't made much headway into deciphering my life. I'm one to keep my thoughts to myself but I do blurt out in public many a times. My friends have been witnesses to it and haven't had the most pleasurable time during these "blurt-outs".

But then that is that, right?

I'm back to the form where I want to say loads and I'm just looking for the nearest pen and paper, or as this blog is witness to, the closest laptop.

So here're a couple of "blurt-outs" which I will keep public so that someone out there in the world (because none of my friends are following this blog), can read it and make sense or trash it. My manager does say that i'm highly recipient to criticism (and I do get it more often than warranted for), so I won't mind anything people.

Enjoy all the above.