Dancing Bachata - Why do you want to get close and how much really can you get?

Bachata as we all know, is
a very romantic and rather intimate dance form. It is also very
popular for its sensuality and sex appeal. Oh my God, did I just say
the ‘S’ word? Lol.. Get a grip, it is true. We also know that we
enjoy dancing Bachata only with a few selected partners. Why do we
have these preferences? I will not rationalize by saying that the man
is an excellent lead or that the lady is an excellent follow because
we know that the truth is a little more than that.

There are these dances
where you feel your body suddenly waking up and responding to the
body of the person that is dancing with you. No matter how much you
try to deny it and keep it ’strictly-come-dancing’; your body reacts
the way it does with this one particular or few particular dancers
dancing with you.

Raise your hands if you
all have felt something like this. The song that is playing when you
two are dancing Bachata, seems to turn into a random mumble. You feel
that is just the two of you in the whole universe. Your bodies begin
to respond to a very primal man-woman rhythm. You become acutely
aware of the person’s body next to you. Your sense of smell is
heightened; you find the smell of your partner simply intoxicating;
mostly because you have compatible genes; thanks to the pheromones
and your own internal ‘good gene detector.’ Your pupils are dilated
if you have managed not to close your eyes in all that stupor. You
feel a strange tingling at the base of your neck. Your feel your
knees going weak. You break into a cold fever. You are probably even
aroused but that is ok. And your heart beat rate increases but you
just don’t care. All you want, is have that song to last for an
eternity.

My answer is very simple.
Apart from the fact that you can lead and follow each other very
well; it is very chemical. You start feeling all the above mentioned
things only with partners with complimentary immune systems and
compatible genes. The reason why your partner smells so damn
ravishing is because your body is responding to the pheromones that
your partner’s body is producing. And all this while you were
thinking that it was the perfume, lol.

Everybody wants this but
it does not happen on every social night. And the funny part is, if
you haven’t realized it yet; it does not happen with everybody.
Having said that, here is what I have to say to help you have a
decent Bachata dance.

Men, do not
forcibly make the woman to come into a close hold. It might ruin the
dance for the both of you and she might never dance with you again.
You could ask her if she would be comfortable in close hold. If she
says yes, then it is up to you to take the dance forward they way
you two might like. If she says no; don’t even bother thinking about
it.

The act of
coming into a close hold while dancing comes from a suggestion. The
man suggesting and the woman accepting the suggestion. Respect her
space. If she keeps pulling back from your leech like close hold, it
is your clue to let go, jackass.
The space
between her thighs is not a freeway and neither is it a highway.
Don’t try to shove your thighs in there unless she gives you the
green signal. Respect the woman, dude, and it will take you a long
way. She is not a dancing prop.
Men, you dance
Bachata not to impress but to FEEL. And by that, I do not mean
‘FEELING UP’ the woman who was kind enough to dance with you.
Women, speak
up! If you are not comfortable in a close hold, you have to speak
up. Otherwise the man will think that you are enjoying the dance.
They don’t have ESP.
Women, do not
hijack his lead often. Do not ‘often’ hijack and do the
‘I-want-to-burn-up-your-pants’ Bachata. And no, that is not ‘often’
sexy. Infact, it is ‘often’ the opposite of sexy.
Women, do not
romanticize the dance form too much. Yes, you do want to dance with
‘the one’ but not every guy who asks you to dance can live up to
your expectations.
Open hold
Bachata can be pleasurable too.
Always remember
that Bachata is still a dance, so keep your dancing options open.
Chew a breath
mint, wear deodorant and do not be sweating like a pig. This is not
always possible but you gotta try anyway.
Experienced
dancers make it look sexy and easy but it is not. Not all of us are
Latin and Latin music was certainly was not playing in the hospitals
in which we were born. So, my point is that, practice that sexy
Latin hip movements at home before the mirror so that you look a lot
better on the dance floor.
Girl on girl
Bachata is sexy. Women, it is ok to dance with other women. And no,
you will not be termed as a lesbian.
Guy on guy
Bachata….err.. I have no comments.
Hey Mr.DJ,
please do not play more than 3 Bachata numbers in a row in a Salsa
socials. Bachata is like a sweet dessert but too much of it can kill
us with its sweetness.
And finally
dude, just because you had such an intimate Bachata, you are still
not gonna get laid with her.

Mazel Tov and happy
dancing!!

“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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By bronzegoddess bright – July 31, 2010

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Dancing Salsa - Which part of ‘NO’ did you not understand

There are many reason why
a person would turn you down on the dance floor. The common adage is
that there is nothing personal. Or is it?

Here is my take on why does
one get turned down on the dance floor.

.So if you are a man,
these could be the reasons.

She does not like
you.
You are stone drunk
and you think that you are floating.
You smell bad and
have bad breath and can’t dance.
Just because you know
her, you keep asking for consecutive dances( 3 Salsas and 2
Bachatas); seriously dude, get a grip. She has every right to say
no.
She has not seen you
dancing and henceforth not sure about dancing with you.
She has danced a few
million songs just before you asked her.
You are vain and
don’t give enough into the dance. You constantly keep checking out
other women while dancing with her.
Her feet hurts like
crazy after dancing like hell.
She just needs a
break.
She needs to
re-hydrate herself.
She ripped her dress;
wardrobe malfunction. Maybe you were the cause.
You dance like a
tornado. That was not a compliment, hero. You have no control over
linear space and she thinks that it is too dangerous to dance with
you.
She is snooty and
enjoys being a bitch.
She cant understand
and interpret the music that is playing. If she can’t dance Cha-cha,
then she really means it.
You keep asking her
to dance, once in a blue moon. The last time you asked her was 2
years back.
She constantly has to
keep dancing with two people. You and your ego.
She thinks that she
has the deadly garlic breath.
She has hurt herself
while dancing.
She doesn’t know how
to dance Salsa.
You are interrupting
a conversation that she is having with someone.
You both share a
love-hate relationship.
You try to show off your cool moves (which only you think is cool), just because she is a fabulous dancer and that she can follow your complicated leads.

Now, this rarely happens,
women do get rejected by men. 99% of the time, the man would oblige
but these could be the reasons. And some of the reasons that apply to
women rejecting men also apply here,

He is intimidated by
you and your flamboyance.
He feels that he is
not competent enough to lead you confidently.
His jealous
girlfriend keeps giving him the ‘eye’ when he is dancing with other
women.
He dances only with
pros or the ones wearing the shortest clothes. For him, his social
image matters.
He is not comfortable
in that physical space you.
You were spreading
vicious rumors about him in the social circle.
He knows that you
know that he is married with two kids. He is afraid that you might
spoil the fun he is having by hitting on women, pretending to be
single.
He is just not that
into you.

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By bronzegoddess bright – July 23, 2010

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My take on Avatar.

James Cameron in one of
his many interviews about his new movie ‘Avatar’ says that the movie
is the sum total of all the science fiction novels and stories that
he had read his entire lifetime. But the movie revolves primarily
around two concepts ‘ the Gaia theory’ and the concept of ‘remote
controlled bodies’. Avatar has been compared to Poul Anderson’s short
story ‘Call me Joe’ and movies like Fergully and Dances with the
Wolves. So I would say that the movie is not that original in its
concept.

There are some
things James Cameron could have worked on a bit more carefully than
just concentrating on CGI, I.e:- the script. I felt that Michelle
Rodrigues’s character Trudy Chacon has been wasted so prematurely.
She should have been there for the sequels. There were several other
things/glitches that I noticed in the movie. Firstly, Planet
Pandora’s air is toxic for humans. This means that you would be
unconscious in 20 seconds and dead in 4 minutes. There a more than a
handful of time when Colonel Miles Quaritch (Stephen Lang)
seems to defy this. This is where Quaritch begins to resemble
Rajnikanth slicing a speeding bullet into two and killing the
villians with it. Secondly, the gravity of Pandora is much lesser
than that of Earth. This means that you need to be taller and lean
muscled like the Na’vi to move around with ease on Pandora. The
humans on Pandora walk, run and ambush like as if they were on Earth.
That according to me is totally unacceptable. The Na’vi have very
feline noses. Only Jake Sully’s Avatar nose is feline while the noses
of Dr.Grace Augstine and Norm Spellman look human. If the Avatar ars
are designed to match and resemble their human counterparts then why
did Jake Sully alone has a feline nose?? So much for the detailing.Also, the final fight sequence between
Jake Sully(Sam Worthington) and Quaritch is very Bollywoodish,
especially if notice the fact that they both crash land where Jake’s
human body’s makeshift camp. Call it a coincidence or predictable
script or just plain Bollywood or what the hell was James Cameron
thinking, that is what you get.

But the movie is a MUST
watch. If not for the story, one has to watch it for the CGI thrills
and chills. The movie has taken CGI to the next level. The movie has
a very out-of-the-world escapist appeal that pulls you deep within
it. You shouldn’t be so surprised if at the end of the movie, you
want to be a Na’vi.

The movie connects
with you at a very human level. As a viewer, this is very important
to me. The human connection. Pandora is not a vague concept. The
world has been brought to life with such meticulous minute details.
Even a hard shelled critic will agree on this one. The indigenous
humanoids called as the Na’vi somehow touch your soul, if you have
one that is. They are the people who live in harmony with nature or
the collective Pandorean consciousness.
http://james-camerons-avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Na’vi .
The character of Zoe Saldana, Neytiri is so endearing, so pure and so
majestically valiant. Neytiri would make you believe that she is real
when she is mostly a CGI. I also felt that there is a sublime(mostly
obvious) message that James Cameron wants to pass on to us. ‘Stop
destroying the Earth or she will soon strike back to set the balance
right.’

_______________________________________

On a scale of 5 stars,
here is my rating

Cinematography, chills,
thrills and CGI – 5 Stars

Concept and Originality of
the Script – 3 stars

Escapist Appeal – 5
stars

Connection with the
Audience – 4 stars

Romance – You decide..

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P.S - A little birdie also told me that the DVD version will have the edited sex scenes.

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By bronzegoddess bright – January 11, 2010

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Thyme heals all soles, especially his soul!

(READ THE GLOSSARY FOR THE MEANINGS OF THE STRANGE SOUNDING WORDS.)

…so she fell in love with this Juan who spiraled up into her head
like Anejo Blanco. She couldn’t say for sure which caught her
attention, was it the way he moved or the way he moved around her.

She could never tell anything, could she? He thought.

Vargas’ heart broke when he heard this. Why did she have to make a long
distance call to tell him. He was up north, touring in one of those
favelas of Salvador. He didn’t want her muchacho and he didn’t want to
settle for being just friends with her. Only thyme heals all soles..
especially his soul.

Puta! He cursed. She was the sweetest taste of sin and he bit a twig of thyme.

He had fallen in love with her, the day she borrowed his sneakers. That
day was on her 18th birthday and his first day as a Master. He was just
23 and he thought that he was a bit too young to be a Capoeira Master.
He had many ideals then and the first of them was never ever to fall in
love with a student. That was the first rule that he broke. He could
never tell if Pilar was real or if she was a long nosed wood spirit. A
Caboclo!She was filled with so much life and energy. Her zest for
everything made up for the unrefined features of her face. She spelt
trouble the first time Vargas saw her and yet he was he was drawn
towards her like the drunkard who is drawn towards a booze shop.

He was her teacher and she was the apple of his eye. He taught her all
that he knew and he made her learn all that he didn’t know. She
fluttered around him like a butterfly and Vargas was very possessive of
her and very proud too. She didn’t seem to mind it and she in-fact
enjoyed his possessiveness. She was his master piece. All was fine till
the day, her darling Juan came by.

He couldn’t see what she saw in him. Where did he come from, anyway? He
was just a guy who played the Berimbau from the small town of Palmas with ten Reais in
hand. He came looking for a job in his Samba bateria. He was the Master now
and he had everything to offer her. What could he possibly give Pilar
that he couldn’t give? Palmas? Or keep whispering 'Essa terra é nossa'
every time they made love? Bullshit! This was Rio baby, not Palmas. But
he could move. Vargas remembered him dancing in their dance hall. He
moved like a slithering snake, ever so smoothly around his Pilar.
Pilar, why was she so blind?

'Pilar, baby, why can’t you see that he can only give you that
temporary gratification but it is only with me you would be truly
happy'. Vargas thought to himself.

What? She did not know the effect that she had on him or what? She
enjoyed torturing him, didn’t she? What the hell did she say when he
said that he wanted to spend her life time loving her?

'Vargas, querida! I can’t, although I want to but I shouldn’t.'

'Then, go.' he spat out in anger, disgust, love and sheer helplessness.

Instead, she never left him. All she could only do was talk how loving
Juan was. Vargas observed that even though Pilar said that she wanted
to be with Juan, she never really made an attempt to be with that
perdedor. Why couldn’t she understand her own heart? It was beating in
unison with his. Why was she so confused? How difficult was it to see
that she loved him and not Juan.

Are all women like this? Wanting something but choosing something else?

There was only one way. Only one way to end the misery. He had to steal her heart from Juan. Yes, there was only one way!

'Don’t do it, Vargas. Don’t do it querida.' Pilar pleaded.

'Do what, baby?' Vargas asked as he was genuinely confused.

'I love you, baby. Let me go. Untie me.' She screamed, pleaded and even cried.

'I know you do. I love you too.' he said

Vargas couldn’t understand why she was doing this. Why was she
struggling instead of giving in? He was only going to take her heart
and then untie her. He told he but she didn’t seem to understand. She
never understands anything in the beginning. He had to drug her and
bring her here. He had tied her up to a chair. She didn’t leave him
many choices, did she?

Now, she was awake and was struggling. She was a goddess in every right. Yemanja!

The knife in his hand gleamed in the moonlight and the air was filled with sweet smell of thyme.

The knife will now pay the due respect to the Yemanja. His Yemanja. His Goddess. His Pilar.

He plunged the knife deep into her, right after he kissed her. Puta, he
didn’t want to steal a kiss. He had asked her but she refused. Pilar
had refused his love. She had ignored their love, he had offered her
everything. Bicha! His queen bicha! He had to take it from her, what
choice did he have, she was such a tease anyway. Pilar’s warm blood
splattered all over him. It was warm. It was warm like her love for
him, warm like their happy days together. He stabbed her again and
again, wanting to re-live the warmth of her love. As her blood drenched
him, her struggles slowed down and finally it stopped. Finally there
was a moment of peace, a moment of clarity. He could have her heart and
keep it only for himself. So he undressed her so that he could slit her
chest. She had the most perfect breasts but it was heart that he was
seeking. His hands slit open her chest with such surgical precision
that surprised Vargas himself. On second thought, why wouldn’t he be so
precise? It was his Pilar. His Pilar’s heart. How dare she give her
heart away to Juan when it beating with his? It was his now.

He buried her her heart where thyme grew in his garden.

Even, thyme smelt sweeter now. It tasted of his Pilar. She was the sweetest taste of sin.

His soles were throbbing but only thyme can now heal his soul.

Puta! His Bicha!

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Glossary:

muchacho '" guy/boyfriend/man- depends upon the context

anejo blanco '" white rum

favela '" A Brazilian shantytown

Capoeira '" an Afro-Brazilian art form that combines elements of martial arts, games, music, and dance.

Caboclo '" an Amazonian underclass, has a mildly derogatory undertone in Brazil

Berimbau '" a key musical instrument in the Capoeira music

Essa terra é nossa '" “This land is our land”. The motto of the municipality of Palmas, Tocatins, Brazil

Palmas '" Palms, also the name of a city in Brazil.

Reais '" currency of Brazil

querida '" darling.

Puta '" a prostitute

Yemanja '" a river goddess

Bicha '" literally means bitch but used as ‘queen’

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Author’s note:

Though the characters are fictitious, the pain is real as much as love is real.

People in love, at times do desperate things and they look for vents
for releasing their agony. And for which, I will always have a soft
spot for Vargas.

Thanks to Charles de Gaulle who said that Brazil is not a serious country. I am inspired nevertheless.

This my first attempt at dark gothic writing. So only thyme can heal my soul now..lol and amen to that.

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By bronzegoddess bright – September 3, 2009

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Raindance 3

Rain

the fragrance

it brings me to my Ness.

Memories

the sweat, the sweet pain

Memories..

the first rain

I sit, I await, I watch

for my ness

for the oneness

for my Ness

Rain teases

like a caress

like Ness

i lay still

getting drenched

I am losing it all

the meaning

the reasoning

just rain

Rain, Ness

Peace, Love

Soaked,

my ness

with

My Ness!

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By bronzegoddess bright – April 21, 2009

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Deja Vu

I
know how your skin feels

Against
me.

I
know how you taste

On
my tongue.

I
know the contours of your smile,

When
you kiss me.

I
know how you smell

When
we lie entwined.

You
are like

A
well remembered flavor.

You
are like

A
long forgotten essence.

Somehow,
I know every line on your body.

My
fingers seek to trace them once more.

My
being longs for you,

My
life belongs to you.

But
how could this be?

With
you I see my future

And
I saw our past

I
missed you so much,

I’ve

you had so much.

Why
did we take such a long time

To
find ourselves in each other?

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By bronzegoddess bright – March 20, 2009

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THE BEST PART OF MY DREAM

The best part of my dream

Sleeps like a child.

He has dreams.

His toes twitch,

He shrugs his nose,

He shudders as though

He had been caressed

By a gist of a cold wind.

Oh! Yes!

He looks beautiful

Even in the mornings.

I tell myself to stop staring.

My mind succeeded just once

But my heart won twice over.

He sleeps like a child

The best part of my dream!

I'm no poetess,

Yet, on this cloudy September morning

Words just flow.

What happens when

The best part of your dream

Sleeps like a child?

What happens after

All things are said and done?

What happens when

You are heartbroken and smitten at the same time?

What remains is..

(From the little that I know)

Calmness, Clarity and more than a pinch of Sadness.

A crafty little tear drop

Steals this precious moment in time

As I watch him sleep.

And I

Smile.

Note:

This was written for my Smileyman who puts a smile on my face.

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By bronzegoddess bright – September 8, 2008

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Mazala Salza - Introducing Anil Thekeparambil

ANIL THEKEPARAMBIL, 39

Anil Thekeparambil woke up with a start. He could not remember the name of the woman whom he had brought home last night. The woman had left early and that brought over him a sense of relief. He didn't have to put up an act of "how great last night was or that they should get back real soon." She was a lousy fuck anyway. Michigan seemed to be a pain in the place where the sun didn't shine. Anil genuinely thought that every woman that walked in Michigan was a lousy fuck. He thanked God (me) day in and day out for making him a man and he was also extremely pleased with his 5" action machine right in-between his legs with which he thought that he could bring any woman down to a screaming orgasm. I thought that I had only given him a moderate sized penis. Ever since the Tower of Babel, the tongues of the humans never failed to amaze me. That one particular organ had the maximum alternate names in every given language.

Being an Indian, Anil thought that Kamasutra naturally flowed through him. He loved admiring his naked body every day before the mirror.

Mirror? That is an understatement. His house was filled with mirrors, especially his bedroom. His king sized bed was surrounded by mirrors on all sides, including the bedroom floor. Mirrors boosted his fucking ego, literally." Kinky bastard!" That is what most of the women who had slept with him thought.

Anil Thekeparambil came from a long line of circus acrobats in India. He was so happy that he no longer had to do the flying trapeze. He was grateful that he was spotted by the late Mr. Ian Wakefield whom he fondly called as his 'Daddy'. If it hadn't been for 'Daddy' Anil would have led a rather miserable hand to mouth existence in India, traveling from town to town. Daddy was on a holiday in the backwaters of Kerala where Anil's troupe had been performing and by divine (my) intervention daddy's eyes fell on the then eleven year old Anil's body. Daddy was retired Broadway jazz performer who lived mostly in his glorious past. The day his eyes fell on the young Anil, he felt like he saw himself performing in Broadway. It took nearly two years for Daddy to legally adopt Anil and bring him to Michigan. Daddy also had to promise his parents that he would send periodical reports of Anil's well being and he also had to send a certain sum of money till Anil turned 21. Anil and Daddy shared a deep love for each other touching the shades of incest and pedophilism. Both of them thought that it would take another hundred years to understand what they felt for each other. Daddy made him very sexually aware. Anil enjoyed having sex with men as much as he enjoyed having sex with women.

Today, as Anil stood stoking his body before the mirrors, he was falling in love with himself all over again. One of the most important things that he had learnt from his Daddy was love. Anil knew that love was the purest form of energy and self-love was the best. A gist of a cold wind blew across his bare back and it brought him back to his senses. But it also brought a smile to his face because the wind reminded him of Angelo. Angelo was the man he was planning to get down and dirty with, so had to hatch an elaborate plan..

p.s - this chapter is dedicated to my biggest fan, a jobless goldenrockie doctor who hates my work but has the time read and re-read it and write epic length satires about them. I’m flattered and you sure love being the jobless man that you are.

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By bronzegoddess bright – July 14, 2008

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Mazala Salza - Introducing Vikram Arora

Mazala Salza

Hello people, I am writing my book 2 and it is called as Mazala Salza. The central theme of the book is going to my favorite dance form Salsa and this is going to be the first time where I am going to have more than 8 central characters. This whole process of writing as a third person and thinking as a man/men is also very challenging for me. In the following weeks I intend to introduce the other characters of the book but first allow me to introduce my favorite character in the book, Vikram Arora.

PS. This is the first draft so forgive me if you find any grammatical errors.

VIKRAM ARORA, 24

That night was a crazy night. Crazy and a beautiful night. Crazy was not because of the three beers that Vikram had (he could have eight beers at one go) but it was because of that one crazy not-so-salsa-yet-almost-salsa dance that he had with a woman named Sylvia. The reason why it was beautiful was because she made him smile. Sylvia's body seemed to have an innate fragrance and when it became amalgamated with her deodorant, the earthy aroma was intoxicating. He was smiling even when he hit the sack at 2am. Sleep had betrayed him but the smile didn't.

Vikram had danced with more women than he could remember but he was able to remember clearly, the way tiny streams of glimmering sweat trickling down her neck and then vanishing down into her cleavage, when he held her close while dancing. The bad boy in him had wanted to trace the sweat streams with his tongue but then it was only the gentleman in him who was dancing with her. He thought that he was dancing with a beginner but within a short while he was rather stunned by the natural sensuality of her moves and her contagious enthusiasm. Vikram had never seen such a combination of quality in a person before. He enjoyed watching her as she let the rhythm take over her body and loved moving to her rhythm. Sylvia was not beautiful is a classical sense but she seemed to have a distinctive personality which would be hard to miss anywhere. While dancing, Vikram could also not help but notice her mouth and the way she bit her lower lip while doing a shimmy. And Vikram could have bet on his pants that he had never seen anything or anyone so sexy.

Vikram was inexorable on the dance floor. For him, the whole world was a dance floor. He is the kind of who would mind dancing on the dance floor or in a crowded caf� or in a dingy street or by the beach or on the bed (oh, yes, the bed!) or in the public toilet. He could never really dance by the counts because for him, dancing was all about the musicality of the song. Since he was so attuned to rhythm of the dance, it appeared that he was dancing to the perfect count of 1-2-3,5-6-7. At times while doing that, there would be a wickedly delicious smile on his face and he would think to himself that he had pulled off an awfully impossible con job in the world. This smile of his would often be misinterpreted by the lady with whom he is dancing, as a lustful smile. Some were flattered and some were scared. Vikram wondered what Sylvia thought of him.

And talking about women, Vikram Arora now thought that he could figure out women easily. It was very simple according to him. There were only two kinds of women. The first kind of women were the ones that he had impressed with his moves. They would repeatedly ask him to dance, look at him with long batting eyelashes, follow his every move over the dance floor, smile at him more than necessary, ask for his phone number, ask him out for coffee, (sometimes, to come over their place for a hot cuppa and more.), through a few direct sexual innuendoes and finally one rather desperate older lady in Kyoto said"I want to have your baby, just be the sperm donor.". They more they did that, they more he became determined to save his chastity belt (by the way he has been looking for that since college.). Alright, Vikram was neither a pricey saint nor a punk-as sinner but he definitely was not a virgin.

Ever since Vikram became prominent in the national and in the international Salsa scene he had women drooling, reeling and literally tripping over him. He started dancing when he was twenty-two and within ten months of dancing he had participated in the Asia Pacific Salsa Championships with his dance partner Katie and won in the Amateur category. After that Vikram and Katie had won the Australian Open Championship and the Kyoto Asian Open Championship. And after that Vikram came into the limelight in the Salsa scene and has stayed in it. This was pleasantly surprising for him because he was a painfully shy, plump kid in school and he would blush and turn beet red if he were to speak the girls of his class.

Now that brings us back to his second category of women, whom he called as Queen B type. These were the women who would play very hard to get whether or not they were worth it. His partner Katie was one of them. She would act as though he was invisible after the practice sessions and completely ignore him on the social dance floor. Vikram would often wonder how it would be if he were to take her down by the jugular and throttle her till she turned purple. That thought made him feel good and it made him smile. Vikram was a smart guy; he had other ways of taking it out on Katie. Though Vikram had great balance and even better reflex in place he would deliberately drop Katie down during the lifts n tricks session during the practice hours. He would simple say, "Chill, buddy!!" and walk out with no remorse. This gave him enormous satisfaction. He would wish that all the Queens B's should be lifted up in a 100ft tall crane and should be dropped down.

Sylvia was introduced as the cousin of Anjana, a fellow salsero. It appeared that she loved dancing with him. He was sure that he got the vibe that she was so into him. He was sure that she would gesture to ask her again to dance but that did not happen. Vikram had also read somewhere that women related dancing to sex and he was absolutely sure that she wouldn't be able to be equally sensuous with all the other men that she would be dancing with. He was wrong again. She was equally sensuous with all the men who had asked her to dance with them. Perhaps, she was unconscious about her sensuality. Vikram, on the dance floor, never had considered any man as his competitor but that night, he felt a little threatened. Was it because of the fact that he might lose out Sylvia to another man? He was not too sure and he tried to calm that feeling. After a long time, his eyes were shamelessly following the moves of a woman all around the floor. Vikram was intrigued; he was determined to know more about Sylvia. And he was so sure that he was going back home with her number. Yet again that did not happen that night. Sylvia seemed to have vanished into the thin night. He thought to himself that the chase was on.

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By bronzegoddess bright – April 23, 2008

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Love is…

Love is the first time that we met.

Love is the reason why we couldn't take our eyes of each other.

Love is the instant that we connected.

Love is our future that is meant to be.

Love is the butterflies in my stomach when I see you.

Love is the time that I can't wait to wrap my arms around you.(I swear that I want melt into you.)

Love is the eye contact that you make with me in a crowd.

Love is your need to stay with me.

Love is the conversations dragged over many cups of coffee.(you prefer tea and I don't like coffee.)

Love is the mindless caress.

Love is same thought that we share.

Love is every time you complete the sentence that I begin.

Love is your faith in me.

Love is the way you make me feel so sure.

Love is the dimple on your cheek, when I asked to smile.

Love is the widest smile that spreads across my face in the shortest of our conversations.

Love is your drive to best in everything that you do.

Love ,baby, is your immortality pill.(I know)

Love is the nights I've without sleep with you in my mind.

Love is the night I saw you as the father of our unborn children.

Love is the stupid phone call you that made to say "I called just like that." And yet have nothing much to say.

Love is my Esperanza and yours and theirs.

Love is this poem that would never end.

Love is the every song that makes me feel good.

Love is four o'clock in the morning when you were speaking about me.

Love is your ambition and love is my patience.

Love is why I want to feel this way all my life. I want to spend it with you.

Love is the acceptance of your shortcomings and mine.

Love is the kiss that you owe me. (you said that you owe me.)

Love to me baby, will always be you.

Note:

I guess, I’m in love.

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By bronzegoddess bright – March 10, 2008

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