Advanced State Of Decay
I understood a lot of Mahabharata only after I was through reading The Great Indian Novel, it is really a marvelous book by an equally, if not more, sexy writer. But still meeting Shashi Tharoor after having kissed your boyfriend for the first time is not such good thing. It makes you feel as if you have just committed a ‘blunder’ which is only somewhat lesser in intensity than the Iraqi Invasion, but mind you only somewhat. You are merrily shopping after your first kiss feeling all elated and what not. Then you happen to chance upon ‘The Shashi Tharoor’ on the Delivery Counter in some Cottage Emporium and you think, he looks like Shashi Tharoor and before you know it, he comes out to be the man himself. Before the bells ring and the violins strike a chord and you get a chance to brace yourself up. You blurt out, ‘Excuse me, you look like Shashi Tharoor?’ And he is like, ‘Eh, yes!?’ Not a very good beginning, not kosher at all. But who cares. I don’t.
I do. I do love him a lot. But what about his past. I still am not able to gather if he was really kissing me or someone else. Maybe someone from his past. The way he held my face and brought his lips closer to mine, his warm breath on my face. He pulled my hairs back and kissed me on the lips, lightly, passionately, his fingers rubbing my nape. My heart was racing. The sensation of having his lips on mine, that lingers on for just a wee bit more. I was overjoyed but…
But then, it’s nothing new to him. He has done it all. What I dissect moment by moment is all too mechanical for him. Its way too simple, he just has to have one look at my face with my eyes closed and face up waiting to be kissed with a funny expression: the expression which combines many emotions, the thrill, the excitement, the fear, love, repulsion of exchanging saliva with another being but still the want to do that, the thought of my mouth being too dry, the sheer joy of being kissed and everything; and he would say to himself, ’silly girl, thinking all the stuff for only a kiss. I could kiss all the hotties we saw on the way only if they would let me’. In fact that’s why he was smiling after it, shit! And I thought he was happy.
He was laughing at me, at my assiness, if that is a word. Even if it isn’t, then whatever. I don’t give two-hoots to anything now. I mean how he could play with my emotions like this. What does he think of himself, is he a God’s gift to women? What?
Or maybe he hasn’t yet gotten over his last relation. Was he trying to kiss her, was he searching for her, in me? He must miss her dearly, after all they were together for so many years and all of a sudden she left him. Poor him. Oh! I love him so much, he needs me. I’ll be the love he has never found. I’ll never leave him like that bitch did; I’ll choke her to death only if I could lay my hands upon her. Am I jealous of her? Jealous of the time they spent together? They had so many things in common and I’m a total dunce at things. What if she comes back, or if he finds another girl like her, will he leave me and go? Yes he’ll leave me, it’s all too easy for him, and he has done it before. The men are all pricks, they ought to be castrated. Let him call me and then I’ll ask, I’ll be a total bitch. Then he would know.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello.”
“Hmm … what are you doing?”
“Nothing much. Can I ask you one thing, promise me you won’t be angry.”
“No baby, ask me.”
“Who were you kissing?”
“What!? What do you mean by that? You, of course”.
“No … I mean … leave it.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, it’s just that, you won’t leave me, ever?”
“No baby, I won’t.”
“You love me?”
“Now what kinda question is that … ? Of course I do, I love you baby.”
“You are not lying, are you?”
“No, why should I?”
“Ok, fine.”
“Hey, you know what. I met Shashi Tharoor today.”
“What! Really? Cool.”
“He looks so cute, his eyes … Ah! I wish I could kiss him … marry him … you know his eyes … even in this photo it looks like he is looking at me … and silly me I didn’t even take his autograph … you know he is divorced … all men are alike … pricks … hey, can I marry his son … this way I can be close to him always … no that wont work I guess … I should do something else … you tell me what should I do … you know, his hair … it’s so silky and the way it falls on his forehead … Oh! its orgasmic really … his hands are so soft, like a baby’s … he must be spending half his time in getting manicures … and you know, he was … my friend called up today … he was saying … my mum was very angry at me … my boss is a real pain the … have I become fat … I’m bored with my hair-style … a few green coloured streaks will perk them up … am I boring you … but he is so cute … you have not forgotten her, have you … leave it I think too much … but you know …
- Ishan Dubey
kunal shingla says:
nice write up man but i feel its meant for someone….have u made her read it ?
haha
but nice work….
bit confusing for a person like me though…
November 22nd, 2006 at 03:03 am
Isaiah says:
Haha…thanku man thanku!
November 22nd, 2006 at 10:48 am
Isaiah says:
Thank You D’puk. Grammar sucks.
November 22nd, 2006 at 11:37 am
Kunal Goel says:
protip: you can use a + for tagwords with more than one word
eg: The+Great+Indian+Novel
November 23rd, 2006 at 12:03 pm
Ishan Dubey says:
Thanks for the tip…but I’m still not receiving the comments in my mail???
November 23rd, 2006 at 12:20 pm
Tinku says:
Horrible writing!:x
November 29th, 2006 at 09:58 pm
Ishan Dubey says:
December 2nd, 2006 at 11:53 pm
Sruthi says:
WHAT??
as i’ve been strongly advised to comment (read criticize) upon this article i’ll..
its so flimsy..crap!!
but one confession..i’d have just stood there looking at Mr.Tharoor..probably making him uncomfortable!:wink:
December 17th, 2006 at 01:00 pm
Ishan Dubey says:
Crap is right!!
December 17th, 2006 at 02:11 pm