An affair to remember!

“You spend the entire day with me…looking right into my eyes most of the time …running your fingers all over my body…. glancing every inch of it…and yet…..and yet you say…. you want to spend the weekend without seeing any of me?”, she was furious.

“Yep. Pretty much!”, I said.

“Barath, I am having serious doubts about us”, she was concerned

“Listen…there is someone else..... as well”. I did not know where I had the guts to tell that to her

She was dumbfounded! She did not know how to react…!

She pulled herself together and asked me!

“How long has this been going on?”…She wants to know how long more than why and who? …god I cannot understand them. I thought to myself.

“I saw her a long time after I met you…she is nice and very….”

“Does she look better than me?” she jumped in without letting me finish the sentence

“Well…what kind of a question is this? You can’t compare yourself with others…why are you doing this?”

“Answer the question! Who is better?”

“I don’t know…you are different and so is she...…but she is definitely smaller than you!”

Oh my god! I can’t believe I said that….

Well…. folks…its been a good life so far…see you in next life…I am sure she is going grill me…

Aaaah! Surprisingly she did not react…

“Do you really mean it?” she asked with her voice shaking!

“Do you want the truth?”

“Yes”

“Yes!”…now I have handled the bigger issue …I might as well be more honest with her….I told that to my self…as I started saying….

“Listen…what I have with you beautiful…I agree…but with her its different…..with her…it feels like …am not the only one in to this whole thing…there are things from the other side as well…whereas with you…it feels like you are doing only what am telling you to do!?….I don’t know how to put this together…”

“So you are saying its over?”

“No baby…With you …it can never be over!…I can't imagine a life without you!”, I really meant that.

“What about her?”

“That’s the problem…she is getting important as well…I think I will want both of you to co-exist”

“Do you really mean that? Because it sounds crazy to me…and I don’t know why am not getting furious even after hearing what you just said”

“Honey…. you will have to understand…there are certain things in life that one need to know how to share and create harmony…I guess this is one of them….This weekend... I really need to go and spend some time with her…! I was with you all week…. I was with her as well…however I need to give this to her…. please understand”

“I guess don’t have an option here…do I?”

“I guess not!”

Then I had to do it…it was one of the most difficult things to do this weekend…!

I turned my computer off in pain…. but then I looked at my cell phone…and said we have the weekend for us sweetheart!


p.s. This is what you do when you have friday evenings all to yourself

Am I up yet?

Beep…Beep…Beep….My eyes were frozen at the Couch as I let my brain roll back.

“Barath! Are you up? Its 4.00 am”, Appa started his day.

As I got up and thinking about walking, I also thought, what kind of a biological alarm this man should have to get up like this every day and act with such high levels of energy. What motivates him is what I was thinking?
“Chemistry” he said….

“Isn’t that what you were supposed to work on today?” he asked.

“Not decided pa”, I murmured as I stepped in to my morning premises.

How in the world does he knows what am I going to study. Well, I guess chemistry is what I like the most, so I will go with it.

As I stepped out, thinking what is ahead of me that day, I heard him say “Coffee!”.

I have to give this to him, I have never had a better coffee than what he makes. No Starbucks! No Seattle’s best. Nothing whatsoever. May be its because it was what I was brought up with. It certainly does not taste or look like a traditional coffee, but it has the something of its own that none can come near to.

The next 120 mins, just breezed away with me talking aromatic and aliphatic hyrdocarbons and responding to the early birds chirping.

"Take your shower and get ready! its time", he said.

In few minutes,

"Bring in your plate, guess Amma has some curd rice ready for you", he said.

By then I was uniformed getting set to grab the day by its horns.

"If I see a bit of lunch back in the box you know what would happen. And Do not dare to throw it on your way here", he sure can get loud.

"Coffee?” he asked as I entered back, after a proclaimed long day at work…. come on it was 3 pm.

"Yeah, of course! I thought you will have it already", I hated waiting.

"No, I was bored to do it all alone, I thought you will come back and we shall have the coffee together", he was genuinely bored.

After all, he was so lucky that his workplace was home, as he had to manage the entire South Indian Market via phone and other modes of communication. Man! He was and is lucky. But he also had no colleagues working at his workplace! Poor guy gets to meet them once in a while during his bi/annual meetings! Nevertheless he was bored.

"Its 4.30, let me make some curd rice for you before you go to the tuition at 5.00" he was just informing and not proposing, while I was wondering, why my life is filled with only curd rice, which is what I had for lunch as well...in any case I had better things to think about. Tuition girls and chemistry...!

"Hey...Barath is here. You will have to make him some dosas now" he was telling my mom while watching his 9.00 pm news.

Dosa? sounds nice.... and the intensity of that... of course could not even come closer to its taste. May be its because of my curd rice exposure all day, Dosa, chutney (molagai) powder and Sambar was terrific! Dinner is probably the heaviest meal of the day for me.. I am always stuffed with a full course meal.

"Dei, its time for your Badam milk!” …..He did not quit.

Is there any difference between offering and ordering in this world?

At the end of the day, I was just tired to hear anything related to food. As a matter of fact all day I was hearing only one thing...its something that’s related to food.... Whatever! Go ahead and drink...you have an hour of Math ahead of you at 10.15 pm I told to myself…

“Barath! Are you up? Its 4.00 am”, I heard him say again.

Beep…beep…beep. The microwave reminded me about my Quaker oats.

1995! sure does feel like a long time ago. Lots of things have changed. I learnt to interact with and through machines, learnt to live without constant intake…and lots more.

Father! …Sure! He was annoying sometimes with too much caring…! At the end of time, I guess he really don’t care….may be he knew that there will be days, when he had to give up his son to machines…..

Most of the times we talk about time flying and things changing so fast…. but there are only some times we wish for it to be frozen…. and it almost never happens when you are on it! Memory is something I bow down to! …I think I should remember his birthday tomorrow and wish him! I will call him on his cell phone and wish him is what I promised to myself...After all, I have learnt to survive through machines. When would I learn to live through it? Is a question that will never be answered?

“Its 7:30 am, and I am ready for breakfast” I told to myself. …But am I up yet? I questioned.

Nothing

1981

Nothing in the world could have made me happier than the cream-and-red-plastic-duo, outsourcing noise to develop love and skills in peace and harmony.

1984

Nothing in the world could have stopped me from spending eternal hours of sheltered rubber and wood workouts rendering support to the search-and-extraction of the best from within.

1987

Nothing in the world could have been better than those few minutes of extended sunlight that would have led me to spend those unfinished businesses as priceless moments of glory.

1990

Nothing in the world could have hurt me more than that last sphere that was lost in the air to end the day of fun and frolic.

1993

Nothing in the world than you could have woken me up at those early Saturday hours to cycle all the way and do what I was doing as I was born to.

1996

Nothing in the world could have distracted me so much more than you from my devastating attempts of exploring my post high school educational adventures.

1999

Nothing in the world could have possibly even brought into the vicinity of the same feeling as holding a virgin to start the blissful few-hour celebration of pure passion.

2002

Nothing in the world could make me believe that there is one other thing than you that is holding my country of such diversity, together in such a tight union.

2005

Nothing in the world could have made me realize that winning in union is more powerful than just winning, and winning is not everything!

Now

Nothing, I repeat, nothing in any form has been with me all my time than you, and I am still searching for that one thing in the world that could possibly fill the voids you have created in my life now.

Cricket. I miss you!

Idealist Vs Pseudo realist

An excerpt from a conversation between an Idealist (I) and a Pseudo Realist (PR)….


Idealist Vs Pseudo Realist
Image source: modified.

I: Love is in the air

PR: Yeah I can smell it! Did u flush?

I: You are fooling yourself

PR: Well, am I? Enlighten me!

I: Love is everywhere. Love doesn't need language, culture, country etc. Without Love there is no human existence.

PR: Where did u pick these lines from? Each and every thing you just said goes well with Sex as well.

I: You can never live with your own self for the rest of your life. You definitely need some one to reflect yourself to, at the least.

PR: Yeah. Okay! Where does love come here?

I: You aren't enjoying the beauty of this world by being single.

PR: Well, singleness and sickness are two different things that people sometimes confuse themselves with.

I: Fall in love you will know the difference

PR: I will, if you tell me what love is?

I: Love is like god. Incomprehensible yet experiencable, Intangible yet achievable, unexplainable yet agreeable!

PR: Wait… wait… wait! You mean to say one can't understand it, but can just feel it.

I: Precisely.

PR: How typical? So you are advocating something that you don't understand?

I: Yes. That's the beauty of it.

PR: What's your name and where are you from?

I: Idealist and I' m from the inside of you.

PR: Just stay there.

I: Come on. At least wish people! You don't have to be in Love to wish people on the day they celebrate love.

PR: Thanks for pointing it out. I'm neither a fan of St.Valentine nor a lover of Roman or whatever traditions. So I will stay put. It's just another day.

I: Forget Love, celebrate people at least.

PR: Okay! If this is the only way to send you back in. May be for the people who believe in all these! I am sure they will have a great day! Because and only because they believe in it and I believe in them.

What if? - I

I saw Minority Report the other day. Still struggling to understand why was I postponing this. Well, creativity was at its best. The concept of Precrime was an almost impossible visualization that was excellently written as a short story by Philip K. Dick and incredibly directed by Spielberg. It got me thinking, how people could develop something like that? Well, may be they keep asking a lot of questions to themselves and end up improvising the answers! And most of the questions could definetly be of “What if?” types. ....And henceforth a new series! I’m calling it as the "What if?" series. This series will be full of unrealistic circumstances, relatively, and would progress towards delivering “what if this was like that?” answers and it’s following sequential progressions. Well, I hope this doesn’t turn out to be as serious as the kinds that Outlookindia comes up with. On the other hand I wud also have some serious kinds now and then!

Normally, I would not post something like this, but WTH sometimes we have to be different.

So, what if one of the most appreciated comforts of the MAN kind is no longer available for men. How would that be? I started this as a story but then realised it would be too long a read, hence .... What would be the to-do list for men if them getting pregnant is a normal phenomenon?

Month1:Mark the dates – sessions (we might call it like that) skipped once!
Month2:Approximately, same time of the month mark again – sessions skipped twice! Oh god this might be it!
Month3:Pregnancy tests - human chorionic gonadotropin or pregnancy hormone detection! If you get the device turned black, you are on it. If it stays white you are not! No pink or blue or any other colors involved!
Month4:Call people back home to convey the information if you stay overseas. If you don’t stay overseas, they will get to know when they get to know
Month5:Be prepared. You can’t help/irritate your wife anymore, especially in lifting the lightest possible things. Don’t climb stairs and don’t use elevators. Shift your house to the ground floor. If the infant kicks a lot from inside, kick back!
Month6:Start thinking of applying paternity leave from the 7th month. Stop watching movies. You will have nothing to do in few weeks, so save them! Throw all your shirts and trousers, you can’t use them anymore for the rest of your life.
Month 7:Pester the in-laws. Bring your wife’s parents if you stay overseas. If you don’t live overseas, fix someone to help and don’t inform your wife’s parents that you are pregnant. Postpone applying paternity leave for the 8th month.
Month 8:Now you can’t cook. So forget eating good food! Forget to apply paternity leave. Stop playing real street Cricket! Stick on to your X-box
Month 9:Stop kicking back the infant who is kicking from inside. Now he/she is shrewd enough to differentiate between the father’s and mother’s kick. Apply paternity leave!
Month 10:Sit back and relax! Don’t think about the complications of the process. There is no concept of normal delivery in a male pregnancy! Remember, the world will be revolving around someone else for the rest of your life!

Apparently there is a lot of research going on male pregnancy! Well, on the other hand Mr.G gave birth to these from the anti-men communities!

• There'd be a cure for stretch marks
• Natural childbirth would become obsolete
• Morning sickness would rank as the nation's number one health problem
• All methods of birth control would be improved to 100% effectiveness
• Children would be kept in the hospital until they were toilet trained
• Men would be eager to talk about commitment
• They wouldn't think twins were quite so cute
• Fathers would demand that their sons be home from dates by 10 pm
• Men could use their briefcases as diaper bags
• They'd have to stop saying, "I'm afraid I'll drop him."
• Paternity suits would be a line of clothes
• They'd stay in bed for the entire nine months (10 in our case)
• Menus at most restaurants would list ice cream and pickles as an entree'

The answers for the previous post are here in the comments section!