Sigh of relief…
Posted by Manoj in Short Stories on December 14th, 2009
Arun kissed on her forehead. He could see her eyes roll upward. She was sweating. Tiny drops of sweat lined above her thin lips. She wiped it with her kerchief. He kissed her lips. She pushed him away.
‘w-h-a-t?’ he asked, frowning.
‘ No, you gone mad?’ She said, smiling.
‘W-H-Y?’ he asked, visibly upset.
‘No, Not today Arun. I am not prepared.’ She said.
‘Please, w-h-y?’ .
‘ Its dangerous today.Not today Arun.’ She said, smiling, trying to sound persuasive.
He caught her hair and pulled towards him. He kissed again on her lips. His hands circled her. There was no stopping him, passion had masked him. He was already aroused. She tried to push him away, but he was much stronger. She had to give in. He was kissing her neck. She felt his hands on her back, massaging her gently. She too felt passion sweep inside her. Her grasp on his shirt got weaker by the minute.
He was unbuttoning her shirt. She resisted, but there was no way he could be stopped. He slid his hands and caressed her breasts. He pulled her shirt. He kissed on her navel.
The rotating fan looked down at the two naked bodies; it could see passion disgorge into the air like steam from a cooker. It continued to look down at the two naked bodies with yearn. Skin rubbed against skin, curves took the place of starkness, and hands felt and stroked the curves.
He stopped abruptly. He lifted himself and walked towards the chair on which hung his blue Jeans. He pulled his wallet and searched. A blue sachet of Condom emerged. The neck of the sachet was slit, which revealed a pink, rubbery, moist and lubricated condom. It took a silhouette.
The fan continued to look down at the bed below with longing. The couple looked like one conjugated corpse, bunged in between by sudden jerks. Arun stopped in between, as if exhausted. After a while he continued. A sudden roar followed, muscles tightened, hand-clasps stiffened.
The bodies separated, the oneness stopped, separateness creaked. Two naked mortals lied close to each other; devoid of passion; ceased with lust.
Two weeks passed since the Fan last saw Shalini in his room. It disapproved the ways of the humanity; the adulterated relationships, the lust for flesh, the shortness of human remembrance. It remembered how Arun had vowed his fiancé few days back, and how Shalini had spoken about her boyfriend who lived in Bangalore. The fan had seen many couples, some in love, some were just couples, and some were married. Yet it was confused about Arun and Shalini. “What were they? None of it that I knew, Just that they worked in an office together. They were just colleagues. And yet they behaved for a short time, as if they were married, as if they were in love” It said to itself.
It remembered the short conversation in between the lovemaking.
“I love you Shalini.” Arun had whispered.
“What? What did you just say?” She had asked.
“ No, I just meant that in case you get pregnant, don’t worry, I will marry you. Only if your boyfriend rejects, that is.” He had said.
“Stop-It . In your dream will I marry you. Have you looked into a mirror?” She had screamed.
It was a Sunday morning and he was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone. He sluggishly picked his phone. It was as if a bombshell had exploded that Arun mounted from his bed and shouted.
“w-h-a-t?”
‘”I think I am Pregnant. I missed my….”, She repeated, sounding more distressed and dramatic.
“No, I mean, It can’t be possible. I used condoms.” He was rubbing his eyes as an obscurity had enveloped his vision.
“ What do you mean? “ She sounded annoyed.
“ No. amm, I mean, check once again. It may be a delayed thing.” He said.
All hell froze when she told him that she had confirmed using a pregnancy detector. The two lines were very obvious and clear.
There was no mistake. She was pregnant. He couldn’t think of an answer. He remembered how he had pulled the condom out in between. It was his mistake.
“I am an Idiot, I am a bloody fool”, He cursed.
“What do we do now? Abortion?” he asked in his most composed voice. She was furious to hear about abortion. She sounded greatly upset. She cut the line.
He couldn’t think; his head was spinning. His eyes turned red and he could feel his heart palpitate.
He thought of several options. “What do I do now?” he asked himself, loud enough for the fan to hear.
He imagined breaking the news to his parents. He wasn’t sure how his father would react. He was engaged, he was to marry in few months time. It would be utter chaos.
He had no other way. He had no escape. He knew Shalini would never agree for an abortion.
He would have to marry her. He would have to break his engagement. Otherwise the news would spread like wild fire. He would never be able to walk into his office. He could never face his relatives. He could never face his colleagues. He felt blood rush into his head. He could feel his head spin. He felt tired and restless.
He looked upwards, towards the fan and fell onto the bed. He will have to speak to Shalini and solve the matter.
He tried calling her. Her phone was switched off. He was restless.
He walked aimlessly.
He sat on the bed.
He dialed her number again. It was switched off. He messaged her. The message went undelivered. He resent the message and again it failed.
He walked restlessly in his room, the soft breeze from the fan gently brushing his hair.
He sat on the chair and switched-on the laptop. He tied his hands around his head and looked contemplatively at the fan.
He opened his Gmail and started composing a mail.
My Dear Shalini,
I am very sorry for what has happened, more so for the reason that I am responsible for it. I know I have done a mistake and I take the responsibility. I would certainly be with you every minute, every moment, and would like to accept you. I would like to marry you, if you agree for it. Please call me as soon as you read this mail. We shouldn’t delay it any further and risk the consequences of it, on our relationship, on our future child.
Thanks dear, I love you.
Yours,
Arun
He was about to click on the send option when he noticed the date. It was first of the month. There was something strange about the date. It was fourth month of the year. It took another few seconds for him to realize that he may have been terribly fooled.
He noticed his phone ring and jumped to collect it. He could hear her faint groans of laughter and he knew he could take a deep sigh of relief.
The elope
Posted by Manoj in Short Stories on September 1st, 2009
She was a brahmin. He was a Muslim. The world was two parallel contours. Their world would never hold. They decided they would make it hold.
They would elope. They would elope when the sun rested in the pits of the ocean. They would elope tonight, when the world reprieved from their peccadillo.
The sun fled, tired of illuming the world; Tired of clearing obscurity from the sinister world.
She woke from her slumber. The frightening silence spread like gloominess in the murky night.
She soundlessly carried her bag and walked past her room. She walked past the hall, the kitchen, the prayer room. She reached the main door. She inserted the Copied keys on the rusted lock. The key declined to comply; She struggled with it again. The lock smirked disobediently, as if having a life of its own. She struggled in the darkness, sweating profusely. The key is stuck inside the old, rusty lock. It refused to open, as if conspiring against her elope.
She wondered. She stood thinking. “What would happen to him? What would be of their union, the elope, all the intended life together, as one”.
She heard noises. Her father grumbled in sleep. “Would he be awake?”
She returned to her room, unsure of the future. She sobbed, waded by the bulky pillow; the darkness shadowed her emotions.
Soon it was morning. The sun spread its warmth; waking the world, reminding of its obscurity.
Her father walked hurriedly towards the door. He was late as usual; the qualms of the accustomed world apparent on his face.
He tried to open the lock. “The stupid, rusted, old lock”.He cursed the lock.
The lock couldn't stand the sturdiness of the Iron Hammer. It broke after a brief resistance. Father gave a hard stare at the worthless lock and threw it into the trash.
The lock shed its last tears; having tirelessly served his master until the very night, distraught by the ungratefulness of humanity.
The end.
Hello, Dudes and dudess .hope you are doing good.
Halla to all. How you been buddies, mates and pals? Trust Life rocked for each one of you. I too am good. Nothing great happened to me, in these 2 months, nevertheless, nothing so bad that I crib about it here. Not that I have nothing to crib about, but, when I realize that there are half of worlds population struggling to meet ends meet, my cribbing about life seems a gross unlawful act.
Recession continues, much longer than I thought it would. Business is bad and since our lives revolve around the generated business, life too is not that great. However, on a positive note, we have come-out stronger and tougher. Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors, so is smooth life(makes sense to be positive these days).
I wasn't checking my Rediffmail ID, so missed out on many mails inquiring my ware-bouts. I am not gone from ILand. It was just a short break. I took the time to wander, and explore other blog sites. Rediff has some exceptional bloggers, which I couldn't find elsewhere. The bonding, the sense of belonging etc makes rediff indeed a special place. Okey; done with my philosophy.
All right, My life so far:
My daughter is 5 months old. She has graduated from ingee, ghee,Enghee to Phe, Maa etc. She has started solid food though her wish to smack granny biriyani is yet to fulfill. She is still tiny, but my wife says she is fast developing into a scientist, exploring her world with Einstein-like inquisitiveness.
I am set for a Tiny vacation for 5 days in October to India. My family is likely to join me here when I return. Swine flue is still bothering my wife from deciding whether to travel, and being the stubborn lady that she is, no amount of my persuasion is working on her. Inshallah, Swine flue becomes history by then.
Since wife has gone and I have set myself to taste every single restaurant in town, I have gained 15 kilos in a month's time. Currently running on 95 kgs from 80 kgs and being a big-mouth, incapable of keeping secrets the way they are meant to be, I popped up the news before my health-freak wife. There she goes, on how weight gain can affect life and how it was a big mistake to have let me live all by me. Bigmouth-ness sucks, big time.
Watched a lot of movies. Kaminey, Love aaj kal include in the lot-of-movies.I liked both the movies. Kaminey was dark, violent yet had a fresh appeal. Love aaj kal was the same old love,romance and clich, but yet I liked it for its light heartedness. I know Bollywood (I hate the term, but who am I when even Oxford dictionary has embraced the usage.) movies are not meant to be viewed with a cynical sense of logic. Watch it, stay grounded to where we all belong. Bollywood rocks, so what if half of them make no sense, at all, whatsoever.
I have stumbled upon a new way to get good quality sleep at night. No, no new sleeping pills. I have started keeping a thick Penguin CLASSIC Novel beside my pillow and give it a hard Stare before switching the lights off and I effortlessly drift to a ZZZZZZZZZZZ in no time. Call this a serendipity or whatever, it works for me.!!!!!!!!
I watched a dozen movies in the past 2 days, for the reason that I bought a new TV the other day.Oh, I didn't tell you that? Yes, I bought a new 33 inches LG LCD TV (did I impress you guys), few days back and ever since, I had been glued to it-Like a fly to #&#@(You know what).I have been thinking of buying it for a very long time, but every time I decide on buying, I hear strange voices from somewhere back of my mind, dissuading me, saying- WHAT THE HELL MAN, THE WHOLE WORLD IS CRYING RECESSION,RECESSION, AND YOU AND YOUR WAYS OF INDULGENCE.WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH YOUR OLD 21 INCH TV?WHAT THE F$#@ WRONG WITH YOU !!!! But finally I went ahead and bought it, and boy, I must tell you to all those who haven't tried one. It makes a lot of difference. I absolutely love my new TV experience and recommend everyone to do so. Don't worry, even I don't have a clue if I would have my job tomorrow or my company has decided to sack me to cut unwanted costs. Let's Hope for the best.
Hummm, that's it. That's about all that I have to ramble. I would be regular on Iland from now. Hope to read many of the blogs during the course of the weekend. Ciao all and have a great day.
P.S: apologies for typos or errors, not had time to edit or recheck…Will come back for the same. TC:)
Guest Post from Ms.Ananya
I read Sarita’s Comment and' couldn’t help but feel terribly awful to have left my friends and gone. I am not really into blogging these days, so i have appointed my daughter to write for me. Hope she doesn’t disappoint. I am tutoring her' in the art of blogging so that she can come back and blog full time….Here she goes… with her first blog post…
I shall come and read all your blogs later during the weekend. Inshallah
Hello Friends.My name is Anu and its me that you see in the picture above. My papa says that he is too busy to write anything. So I told him I will write in his blog today and here I go.
I am four months old and I recently turned on my stomach. Now I can see the world as it is and not upside-down, as I was seeing it previously. I can also make sounds. My mama cannot understand what I talk, but my papa can. My mama says I talk in Chinese.
My papa calls my mama everyday and they talk for very long time. I don’t know what on earth they talk, but I see my mama laugh a lot. In between papa tells mama that he wants to hear me talk. So my mama keeps the phone near my mouth.
Most of the time I don’t talk when my mama wants me to, so she makes funny sounds. My mama keeps the phone on loudspeaker and I hear my papa meowing , “Meow, Meow.” That’s when I respond and make my own speech. I mostly say, “Guee, Enghee, Ingee,”, and I hear loud chuckles from Papa, as if I cracked some funny Joke.My papa loves hearing me talk, but he hates to hear me cry. So I try to cry as little as possible, to be a good girl. But when I am hungry, I have no other way of letting my mama know, so I cry.
When my papa was here, I was mostly in his arms. Mama used to complain that papa is going to spoil me. I like to see the funny ex-pression on papa when I pee on his cloths, but he laughs and doesn’t mind. But my mama frowns every time I pee on her. But I still pee and sometimes even poop.
My mama calls me a nudist, as I always pull my cloths out .You can see a sample in the above photo. In the above photo you can see me fresh after a granny bath. My mama beautifies me with liberal doses of Johnsons Baby powder as she is scared that I may develop nappy rash. Then my granny takes over and applies the rest of the makeup. My granny says that the black spot on my forehead will protect me from evil eyes. I don’t know what is evil eyes, Of course i know about cat eyes, brown eyes etc, but evil eyes?but I am sure I will learn once I am old enough.
I hope when I grow a bit more to play, I have a younger brother or sister. I heard my mama tell papa, that if he wants to have more babies, he himself get pregnant.She says she doesn’t want to go through the pain again.I hope they sort out the issue between them, just on time.
My mama was saying that i have got myself a new habit of licking people who come close to me. Whenever my mama’s face come closer to me, i lick her. Actually i am kissing her, but she thinks i am licking her and stuffs the milk bottle into my mouth. She needs more lessons on Bringing up kids.
Of late my Mama puts nappy on me even during the day time. She is lazy to change me every time I pee and since it’s raining I pee often. Last time my papa called, I complained to him and now my mama doesn’t put the nappy. I don’t like nappies.
Once my papa told mama that his eyes ache for a sight of me. He also said that every time he closes his eyes, he can see me etched on his gilded eyelids. My papa gets poetic when describing me.
I still have only milk as my food, but my mama was saying the other day that she will ask the Doctor if some solid food could be started. I hope the “Solid food” mentioned by mama is tasty. I am sick of having milk. My papa loves biriyani made by my granny, and I can’t wait to taste it myself.
My papa says I am the best thing that has happened to him. My mama also agrees to it. once I am big enough I would thank them both for bringing me to this world.
It feels great to see my Papa go ga-ga over me.
Thank you all for reading me.
Mobile photography at its best
I am infected with deadly writers block. While i am at it, you guys checkout the photos i clicked with my 3.2 MP mobile phone camera few days ago. Do
let me know how i fared.Ciao ALL.Please click to enlarge…
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