Wildly Passionate. A Wordsmith. A Romanticist. Lazy. A Dreamer. A Hopeful. Levi’s dENiZEN Brand Ambassador. A Halloween Child. I have a functional brain. I like tall men who smell good. Yes, I like science fiction and Salsa is my bitch. My name is totally ‘Google’lable for 15 relevant pages and yet I’m grounded. I think, I AM. Si vis amari, ama. Still looking for my soulmate but till I find him I’ll manage with the chocolates. And I haven’t decided about my tattoo.
I fell in love once, before I died,
When my soul was bright and my eyes were wide,
But he was young and I was young,
We lived our lives like a loaded gun,
So we knew, it would not last.
We couldn’t save ourselves from our own past,
I looked up at the dark black skies,
He looked at me with blood soaked eyes,
It was then my life ended,
When time, and space, and universe bended.
— from the movie The Girl From The Naked Eye
– January 8, 2012
They
had missed each other and now they were together, in that moment.
Both Jae-Sun and Zara did not believe in coincidences. Jae-Sun never
wanted any woman like how he wanted Zara. The night was still young
and he was going to have her; again. He was going to give her; all of
himself, something that he had done with no other woman before.
But
first, he was going to play with her. Like how a cat plays with its
prey before it kills it. The very thought of a naked, curvy Zara
twitching underneath him made him smile. And that smile caught Zara’s
eye.
“What
are
you
grinning
about?”
she
asked
boldly,
like
always.
“I’ll
show
you.”
He
dropped
his
parka,
unzipped
his
sweat
shirt,
tossed
it
aside
and
finally
pulled
the
t-shirt
over
his
head.
The
ground beneath Zara’s feet seemed to tremble. “Oh Jae-Sun!” she
murmured, thinking of all the bad things that they were about to do
in bed soon.
But
she was not going to make it easy for him. How much she had wanted
him the past one year, she can’t let him have it so easily, can she?
He
grabbed her by her arms and pushed her against the wall. Her breath
was rasping. Her desire was far too great to mind anything else. His
breath was hot and it seemed to set her skin on fire. Jae-Sun’s body
was taut, just how she remembered it; just how she liked it. Years of
Ninjitsu training can gift a man with a body like it.
Jae-Sun
pressed his lips on her left temple and let his face slide down, with
his teeth grazing down her cheek. He had missed her cheeks. They
reminded him of soft dumplings that his grandmother used to make when
he was a kid. It made him hungry; but it was the hunger of the sexual
kind. He bit her cheek. She screamed and laughed at the same time.
His erection was becoming more painful, and more obvious. It began to
throb.
He
locked her hands above her head, on the wall. He traced his tongue
down her neck and when he reached the point where her collar blades
joined, he grabbed that tender skin with his teeth and pulled. Zara
cursed. She called him a dog.
She
was his afrodisiac, his aphrodisiac. He skin faintly smelled of
cherry blossoms and it tasted even better when he ran his tongue
along the contours of her chin. She reminded him of home, more like a
home where he belonged, with Zara. .. tbc
Note - This is just the first draft. I haven’t edited yet.
Posted in Jae-Sun & Zara, Uncategorized.
– November 1, 2011
This
is my spin-off on the Facebook page ‘Bachateros are Good in Bed’. It
is not fair that all the men go yada-yada-yada about why their
Bachata dancing skills make them great lovers on bed. Come on now! We
ladies know better. It takes two to Tango… Oops, in this case, it
takes Two to Bachata.
Here
we go!
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE we can do everything that you can do. We can
even do everything in reverse and from the top, if you know what we
mean.
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE no matter what you do and how you do, we make
it look good.
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE we know how to balance ourselves when you
lift us, and dip us, and swivel us.(sic!)
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE we know how to move certain parts of our
bodies that you didn’t even knew that they existed.
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE you can’t help but pull closer when we move.
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE your hands seem have a mind of their own when
we move closer to you.
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE we can provide multiple hip bumps right back
at ya.
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE after a good dance you will have to
walk(unsteadily) straight to the Little Boys’ Room!
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE we just know who holds the Trump Card at all
times; us!
Bachateras
are Goddesses, BECAUSE you’ll never know when we actually quake it
or fake it.
Adios!
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Posted in Dance.
– May 17, 2011
Never underestimate
the strength of a guy purely by his size. The thinnest guys are
often the strongest. But, I’m not saying that big men aren’t strong
enough.
Never underestimate
the agility of a girl purely by her size. There are a lot of well
built women who glide through the dance and there are quite a few
toned or skinny ones who weigh a ton on your shoulder.
Salsa or any other
Latin dance for that matter redefines physical space. So, it is ok
to dance in close quarters. Remember, most of the time it is just a
dance and nothing personal.
Sometimes during a
dance, a guy’s hands might accidentally graze your bosom. 9 out 10
times, he really didn’t mean it and it was just an accident. So
don’t feel start to feel guilty. Don’t brand the guy as a pervert.
Having said that, if it was anything but accidental. Jab your knee
up his precious.
If this is your first
month of attending the Salsa socials; do not get intimidated by the
dancers on the floor. They look good only because they have been
dancing regularly. They were just as clumsy and clueless when they
started out. It is OK.
Please, for heaven’s
sake buy a pair of dancing shoes. I see many people, especially
women dancing in shoes that are not fit for dancing. By doing this,
you will hurt your feet and your spine. You don’t want that, do you?
Ladies, especially
the ladies who are just starting out, remember this. Observe the
dance floor. Observe the dancers(read:men). Do a bit of socializing.
Ask the women about the good dancers. They will point out to some.
Ask the women about the bad dancers. They will point out to some. At
any cost, stay away from these men, They prey on beginners. I have
seen men who have been dancing for years but have not improved as
dancers. They will only dance with beginners because of their
incompetence. Do them a favor and do yourself a favor. Say ‘NO’ to
them.
And for the losers
who dance only with beginners or women who are new to the local
Salsa scene, grow a pair of balls. Honestly, you are no good. Find
yourself a good teacher, attend classes regularly and start to dance
with challenging dancers. That is the only way you are going to
improve. And please don’t try your cheesy pick up lines with the
women who have no idea about dancing.
Mazel Tov and
Happy Dancing!!
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2011, Thangasurabi Bright Raj
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– February 10, 2011
First, nobody wants to
dance with you because you are just a beginner. If you get two dances
in a night, you consider yourself lucky.
Second, everybody dances
with you because you follow decently enough but don’t know what
exactly you are doing on the floor. You want quantity and not
quality. Besides, the guys love to dance with you because you can
never tell their mistakes apart.
Third, nobody wants to
dance with you because you have become real good. You want quality
and not quantity. Besides, you intimidate the boys.
First, you are not
impressed much by the Salsa videos. You wonder what is the big fuss
about the terms like musicality, fluidity, technicality and purity.
You actually give a rat’s ass.
Second, you are impressed
with videos of your local superstars. When somebody criticizes your
favorite performers, you take it very personal and become very
defensive.
Third, you standards begin
to rise and in the end you cannot look at a video without being
critical. Musicality, fluidity, technicality and purity matters now.
First, your wardrobe goes
for a complete change. You stock up your wardrobe with ‘dancerish’
dresses.
Second, you reach a stage
where you don’t give a damn about your dress choices. A jean and
T-shirt becomes your staple for every social night. You are not that
inspired to dress up.
Third, you have gone to
several International Salsa Congresses and you get a reality check
about your dressing. Your wardrobe again become ‘dancerish’ but this
time, only shorter and sexier.
Mazel Tov!
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Thangasurabi Bright Raj
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Posted in Dance.
– December 26, 2010
The thing about Paris
Hilton is that either she is very smart or she is very smart at
playing not so smart. Kiss her, diss her but we just can’t ignore
her. And in no particular order, here are 10 Paris Hilton worthy
Paris Hilton Moments in 2010 !
Paris tweeted
on Oct 13th saying “So scary today with that creepy guy
just showing up at my house like that. Thank god for security.”
Scary, scared?? Really?? Shouldn’t she be used to all the stalking
by the paparazzi and random stalkers by now. And it is not even
Friday the 13th.Thank
God for security, right?
“I just don’t
like publicity.” That is what she said on the Late Show as the
number one reason for not being on the show. Was she kidding? Of
course, she was.
We get it,
Twitter is her drug barring the occasional cocaine/weed/marijuana
escapades.“Im so proud of my friend @Adrian Grenier, his film
TeenagePaparazzo.com comes out tonight on @HBO
he
really captured the real me.” -
Hmm.. She calls him ‘my friend‘
and ends by saying ‘he really captured
the real me‘. What does that supposed
to mean? The equation doesn’t seem to be right, does it? Ah-ha!
Weren’t they like dating in 2007? Is she still having the hots for
Adrian?
We saw Paris Hilton
on CBS’ ‘I Get that a Lot’ where she works as a gas station clerk.
She gets 8/10 for being her own self on the show. She was pumping a
lot of gas. We bet, that she gets that a LOT!!
Radaronline.com
reports that Ms. Hilton enjoys spending time with her boyfriend Cy
Waits’ little daughter. “I have a new BFF… and we spend time
with Shae, who is seven-years-old, every weekend in Las Vegas.”
And we wonder where these two would hang out in Vegas, hopefully not
at some Chippendale show.
For being detained by
police all around the world(Japan, South Africa, Las Vegas), one too
many times this year because of drug possession, we just have one
question for Paris; “What the hell were you thinking?”
Some wise guy once
said that, “Breast implants are the new black in Hollywood.”
Back in April, Paris tweeted a photo of her with new puppy pug,
asking for name suggestions. It also appeared that she had a pair of
brand new boobies. Honestly, we think that people had tough time
coming up with names.
Paris Hilton’s
Devassa Beer ad got banned in Brazil as they found the video
stereotyping blonde women and devaluing the image of women in
general. Wasn’t Brazil the land of bikinis at the drop of the hat?
Why the fuss now and she was in a dress. She doesn’t seem to give a
damn anyway. Bottom’s up Ms. Hilton!
In an OK magazine
photo exclusive, Paris showed off her boxing skills to the world.
Guys, she knows where it would hurt you the most, so you might not
want to mess with her.
The alleged
photograph of her giving a Nazi salute while partying on a luxury
yacht in St Tropez made quite a few heads turn. But her spokesperson
clarified later saying “Paris was dancing and having fun with her
arm up in the air as she always dances like that.” Regardless of
the undesirable media attention, she managed party harder. Hail
Paris!
- A Thangasurabi Bright Raj collective
composition, 2010
Posted in Uncategorized.
– October 14, 2010
I wanna get away from this
place
Take me by my hand, take
me somewhere,
Take me somewhere, where I
can only hear you breathe..
Where I can only feel the
sea breeze
Where I can feel your
fingers on my face
where I can lie staring at the
blue sky outside.
Where the sheets smell
fresh..
Where I dont have a care
Where I can live, love and
die with you..
– October 11, 2010
Your heart is so heavy.
But the tears refuse to
come.
They only seem to flirt
with the corners of your eyes.
And then you have visions
of him, HIM!
Feeding you a piece of
sushi in a restaurant,
In Hong Kong.
But in your story though,
he meets her, his SOULMATE!
In a Sushi Bar,
In Kyoto, Japan.
Hong Kong is the new
Japan, baby!
It is as far as we
get, or could get.
Ah! I see the message in
the bottle has finally
Reached you.
They told me…
They told me that it would
take that long to
Reach you.
Twelve hours…
Twelve timezones, twelve
lifetimes…
It all doesn’t matter now.
You are here!
I am here!
Shall we get back to where
we left off in the future?
Shall we go to that
Japanese restaurant,
So that you can feed me
that tiny
Mouthful of rice wrapped
ever so delicately in some fish skin?!
Oh wait!
Shall we first dance to
that random music playing in the background?
Or,
Do you just want to soak
in that mild,
Subtle, orange-yellow,
red-gold light
That come from those paper
lanterns
Over there?
Any thing you want…
Any thing we want…
This is really happening,
isn’t it?
Our futures…
Dedicated to that one
particular Structural Engineer who lives by a sunny beach.
And in case, if you ever
get to read this, I never meant to psych you out. Just know that you
were the muse for the above writing.
Note: I was not thinking
while I wrote this. This is more like a precipitation of all memories
of past, present and future. It is probably an amalgamation of
imagination, flights of fantasy and the hopes of a near future. This
piece of writing might not make sense to a lot of people. It might
even offend some puritan poets. My English is not great here, I’m am
jumping from first person singular to second person singular and back
to first person plural. And anything inbetween and otherwise. It was deliberate. The sentences are
deliberate. If they make sense to you, then that is great.
Posted in Poetry.
– October 6, 2010
Testosterone is
pumping in your veins. But if you are a girl, it could be plain ol’
irritation.
It involves crazy and
stupid stunts. And mindless violence, ofcourse.
It has 1000 words or
less as the screenplay.
If it involves truck
loads of Cuban cigars.
Beer is overflowing
throughout the movie.
The guy next to you
in the theater farts while eating popcorn and it smells of beer.
Sex is always hot.
And easy. The women are TnA personified.
Love? What is love?
Oh! Wait a minute. I got that one. Love is Sex! Yeah baby!! Grunts**
You hear groups of
women laughing their asses off in the theater when the men are
blowing the heads of each other.
Or if you find groups
of women sleeping.
If the only sensible
character in movie is a woman.
It has senior
citizens like Syl Stallone, Jason Statham (not quite senior, but he
will get there), Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jet Li (I like the dude
but..), Dolph Lundgren, Eric Roberts, Steve Austin( Ofcourse it was
stone cold.) Terry Crews, Mickey Rourke and Bruce Willis.
Finally, you know
that you are watching a ‘Cool Dude’ flick if the end credits read as ‘The
Expendables’.
– August 27, 2010
“I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in the movies.”
Oh! Yes!Salsa can get you there.
Movies?? Really?? Yes!!
Magna Gopal was in Mano.(But then you have to be on par with her and work at being the best.)
But what your grandmother didn’t tell you about is that the Salsa Social Scene is a jungle out there. It is inhabited by all kinds of social animals. The Biatches, the Wannabes, the Dance Preachers, the Sulkers, the Gossipers, the Superhero Dancers and their posse, Silent Mercenaries, Shadow Hyenas, the Beginners, Vampires that target only the beginners, Minding-my-own-business Marthas, the Rascal DJ packs, the Social Butterflies, the Photographers, the Facebook Salsa paparazzi and not mention other sub-animal categories of Desperate Flirts and the Mentally Disturbed. I told you, it is a jungle out there. It is nasty, biatchy but it gives you such a rush to be a part of it.
It is where Darwin’s theory of survival of the fittest comes into play. So let us see if you satisfy the below mentioned Darwin’s theory.
1.You are strikingly handsome/beautiful that heads turn when you enter the dance floor. Some people even faint looking at you or by inhaling your killer pheromones.
2.You are one fantabulous dancer that when you dance, you have a crowd gathered around all the time.
If your answer is ‘Yes’, you are already there. So, skip Part A and go Part B. And as for the rest of you whose answers were a resounding ‘No’, don’t give up yet. There are other ‘HONEST’ and slightly ‘SHALLOW’ ways to be popular. I’m being honest here. Lol. 
It is OK to be wanting to be famous or popular. Everybody loves the attention and everybody loves to soak up in how much ever attention that they could get. However, before you start taking my advice on how to get there; you have to ask yourselves some questions.
“Am I in the right jungle seeking fame and fortune? Do I really enjoy Salsa dancing? And because I enjoy Salsa dancing, do I want to increase my social net-worth and popularity?” If you think that you are in the right jungle, let’s start right away with your lessons.
PART A: I wanna be famous. Make me a star!
1.Dance! Dance like no one else is watching. But not literally, watch your space. Constantly look at ways of improving yourself on the dance floor.
2.Be regular to all the Socials. Do not even dare to skip one. Remember that the best things happens on the nights when you are not there.
3.Dress the part. Being stylish and trendy always helps. Wear the clothes that compliment your body type.
4.Smile at your partner during the dance and after. Look only at your partner’s eyes.
5.Shyness and coyness must be thrown out during your first few months. Gather all that courage and ask people to dance with you. Ask the pros. There is a very good chance that they might decline you, but on the brighter side, if they agree to dance with you, it will be taking football lessons from Pele.
6.Men, it is OK if you can’t speak much but do not deliver priceless gems like “Nice legs” or “ I like your tits.” as compliments. Be assured that you will die a social death even before you get started.
7.Women, do not sit in the darkness, hoping for Prince Charming to come and ask you to dance. Be in the most visible spots for men to come and approach you for a dance.
8.Small talk. Clean small talk, with EVERYONE. Talk about things that you have in common. Music and dancing to start with.
9.Always remember and address people by their names.
10.As a Social Dancing novice, you might just have 2 dances the entire night. You might feel like crap but you have to go back and keep dancing.
11.If your home is big enough to host Salsa parties, then for heaven sake do that. Make sure that you create enough hype about it and invite all the people whom you need to mark a spot for yourself on the social scene. It better be one helluva party that everyone will be talking about.
12.Be photographed. This might sound shallow and superficial but you have to do what you have to do till you get there.
13.Know all the gossip. Gossip will take you places because gossip travels faster than light. And gossip is all the more interesting if it is built around you.
14.Be active on Facebook. Be very active!
PART B – I’m famous, now what?
1.First of all; stop being such a biatch.
2.Do not stop dancing because you have reached there.
3.Every now and then, think about how you were when you started out. Humility is a good thing.
4.Do not try to put down others just because you attained a little popularity.
5.Do not feel insecure, instead find your own identity on the dance floor.
6.Do not have such a fragile ego that it gets so easily punctured by some random comment. Don’t you know who you really are?
7.Do not speak lies and half truths.
8. Do not take credit for the achievement of others.
9.Do not deliver dialogues like “Come up to my level, then I will dance with you.” Because eventually, no one will give a rat’s ass about dancing with you.
10.Respect the other dancers; both beginners and the pros.
11.Real popularity lies in being in the good books of everyone. You can’t please everyone but try to get into some.
12.And listen ‘Famous Dude’, we know that you write such fabulous status messages and post intellectual or pseudo intellectual stuff on Facebook. People will respond to those but if you really want them to keep coming back, you need to acknowledge everyone who came to your page. If you sit like a pricey arse and do not respond to anyone or respond only to a certain few, be assured that you will lose your fan base. Respect people, their time and their feed back no matter how insignificant it may seem to you.
13.Finally, just finally, you are not that popular as you think you might be. Fame is an illusion. It is like hair today, gone tomorrow. Oh! Wait a minute! You are already going bald. 
Mazel Tov and Happy Dancing!!
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– August 5, 2010
