.......it IS possible...

amidst thoughts that are discerning..among troubles that trouble.. it IS possible to think of development.. along with the peace, 
amidst choices that may degenerate.. among destructions that destroy.. it IS possible to keep the voice and attitude.. to put you pleasantly at ease,


the hardship occurs.. the poverty conquers mind..  and then thru sheer will power of inbuilt courage ..it IS possible.. to convert the initiative into one big gain,
the big gain one fetches..when the changes are made to turn the paces favourably..that were going rudderless in vices of dooms.. yet again and the again,


in the journey of life..where the possibilities are unlimited..and hence opportunities too become endless.. is IT possible then to think in one undo er style or way,
certainly ought not to be.. as per the inbuilt belief.. it IS possible.. that each opportunity becomes a possibility.. each frisky frisson act becomes joie de vivre..say,


amidst thoughts that some times over burdens.. it IS possible then to recall the good times and that will travel all along with you and me,
amidst the choices that some times are difficult.. it IS possible then to visualise the riches and benefits that will exponentialize.. as one equal symmetry.....

.....until then...

a ring from a very very vibrant radiant and genius friend.. gets buzzed.. in attempt to ask.. so how are you?
in replying to that very very rich famous and beautifully handsome friend.... oh hi.. so you still remember this poor fella.. is this really true?,


the world as you know and as they know you.. should be a kind of union or association of between one ingenious and the one that is vast round and the real, 
the matrix of multidimensional surreals travel around in the boxes that get carried by powers of some horse on rails..the driver possibly is funny and jovial, 


in any way in his hot and humid big puller the driver so intensely writes a plan in his log book that this much is done safely and this much needs to be roamed,
behind the restlers not the wrestlers yaar..are in complete comfort of high running fully fit ac's in which they joyingly indulge in masti.. shedding negative perils of dooms,


the objective and the faith of the restlers is fit and vibrantly young enough..that always make them sing.. o ya..this is my life.. and on merits we live this the way we want,
trouble we do no one, torture we do no one.. and in living beings.. we live the day and may be night.. in full swing.. and sorry we do not believe in this theory of haunt,


in any way this is all inter personal philosophy of life..and is completely private and one's own inbuilt system that can be called an attitude,
my attitude is to live and let live.. has not changed and hopefully shall not change.. so shall live until then.. the way i am.. as my inbuilt system..the gift of God's as one big gratitude,



the one big gratitude of the God comes thru the reflections .. which i find myself coming from my own crystal clear mirror,
the mirror is just all shinning and glowing with no afflictions of any kind.. as this in more subtle and pure way.. shows what is real..without any error,


there is no judgement pronounced..there is no litmus test..as in showings..it is just a reflection of one's own faces.. with the names,
in showing it does not distinguish..does not merit or demerit..on the basis of status, wealth accrued or on basis of earned fames,


the mirror is just one shinning marvel that is opaque.. as it is made in such way..not to gather and garner any afflictions from the behinds,
in a way it just tells..that back stabbing is bitchy and too bitter.. so interestingly keep the back strong to get glowing with the reflective minds,


and when the mind becomes reflective then it will be seen through one's deeds that possibly are outcomes.. the productive one's.. of brilliant minds,
hence the most definitely and the most decidedly when the backs or backings are strongs.. what you say.. is of significance.. as this in truest way is one's own reflective find...

                             

                             

....progression...

in being progressive there are constantly or rather continues periods of times...that are never static,
in being regressive there are constantly or rather recurring points in times...that are often ecstatic,


what i am doing at some point in time...and in regression...may become a reason to hip and swing a toe,
what i shall be doing over the periods of time...and in progression..shall become a cause to reap what i sow,


in regression at that point in time...i may again sit back and conclude..and say..that i have not sowed the seeds of mistrust and hate,
in progression from those periods of immense ecstasy...i will conclude my innings of life... get perish forever..to have my date with ultimate fate,


in progression the journey of life is always on and on and never even for a micro moment does this get halted,
none travel in reverse in age..as this is the natural law..the natural outcome...the natural progression unthwarted,


in progressions in the morning hours..a prayer is made..or a programme is drawn..that these are what on this day should be done,
does anyone work by walking talking meeting and making transactions..in reverse..if yes..then it shall in progression ought to be a great fun,


means i am coming becomes i am going..and sleeping becomes waking up..and the funnily sun decides to grow from the west,
in progression how engaging the efforts will become..reverse classes..the reverse lessons...means the worst becomes the best,


but but but..then again this is all..that in progressive periods of times..have not yet gained any credential weights,
only when the new born baby comes from the wombs with its feet first and live..shall these reversible become the progressive fates,


but then is it possible..is it really possible medically for the new incoming life to begin in this progressive way,
it is not...as the life needs an oxygen as its first breath...to flourish and flow..to grow..to begin...the journey with THIS progressive sway,


the counting gets counted in preparations for some big progression...AND in reverse.. from big numbers to the ZERO,
the objects then gets dejected..begins progressive upward journey..gets detached..over the flights..and if succeeded..becomes a discoverer super hit hero,


this much time has been elapsed as in a MATCH...and continuously telling that this much time remains,
so in progression one has to be progressive...to reach at or hit that goal...the thrusts are always towards THESE.. pellucid penetrating..accessing LEAD OR GAIN.......

.....thinking....

trying to insert an idea...that should inspire me to scribe some more trying lines,
the eyes wide opened...the lakeery on forehead like that of chintamani... stretching a bit too full...nuts are the thots buts...escaping as if done a crime,


anyway after giving this mind a painful revolt...a thought just occurred...that i had this bitter issue of my childhood that i have to settle it now,
so i thought that i must lose my sleeps over it...and thot should call him up...that why the hell..you called me a baby...when i was ELEVEN YEARS old...tell me you..HAOOOW,


but finding this...that happened 38 years ago and the one who called me baby was 50 years old,
would he be still alive..how do i come to know about it...and if he is...how to get in touch with him..and at 88 will he be still that much bold,


to call me..."baby....you have now become a bit older...but i as wiser old..still am beautiful young and growing bold,
my family has flourished as VASUDEV KUTUMB..and i as institution has diversified into various areas...and am on the ever emerging threshold",


thinking...still thinking that how a person...can be so productive...even at this grown up age,
still thinking...can this be for real...can there be ever any...who even at 88 would be such a craze, 


so finally keeping this thought of me in my mind...i started for re searching the one who called me baby...when i was eleven,
after a very looooong little effort...i re searched the one...re called..oh hello...how did you called me baby...when in age i was 4 + 7,


smiled...the wiser...smiled the ever growing..."wider and thicker have got your mathey ke lakeerey,
but why....but why....its as simple as this....in your taqdir the woes were written...and in my hands....taqdiray heee taqdiray",


the creases on forehead simply got erased by hearing this simple and concluding theory,
i revoked that dialogue of Sholey....thou in diff style...aaj poochuga charming friend sey.. kahey mujhey dee faqiri...aur usey crowning glory...........(smiles)

................splendour......

on being splendid..and glorious..narrator of the times...that had gone by...the one had some more magnificent decks to roll,
the rolls were of those golden periods....that had all the grandeur vistas to narrate...in a typical glibbing ways...with proper words.. no intents to ensue a brawl,


in being splendour...the travels or the journeys of life in one's own life...are just too mesmerizing..too engrossing..and too full with all those pleasant trails,
the fights end in severe destruction...the love nurtures meaningful constructions...the perisher is forgotten..the cherish er is forever..passion succeeds..detest fails,


a treasure is collection...a magnificent basket that is too full with....all that is precious..all that is worthy..to be with or to have,
splendour of its is not in terms of materialism always...its about all that go along..virtues, natures, wittiness, enjoyer..etc..a kind of quality suave,


splendid are the splash of the seven colors..the true traversed spread..over the horizons..wanting to shower its love..from its bows,
the universe jumps into joys.. caught between rays and the rains.. as the drops..get shined as colors..that are on ways to touch the earthy lows....

happy....

feeling or showing pleasure...willing to do some better things...fortunate and convenient...that's what about a happy is known,
you say you are happy...and concerned...means you are fortunate and willing...unaffected by any negative persecuting prones,


in being happy you intend to let all know...that in all of your actions...you are definitely better and to the one..am the best,
in being happy your skills are acknowledged and appreciated..the mind is alert...the heart is hale... and to all ill wills..you give a total rest,


in being known as a class apart..you do a job or a business...in being knowing that you are the one deserving...and adored by the ones who matter,
in being known as a class apart...you play the game...in being knowing that you are the one capable...and desired by ones as one big attack's shatterer,


exceptions are never the rules...they are exceptions...made for the leaders...who invariably garnering these skill...exceptionally show the illustrative ways,
evidently their actions speak...they are followed... happily..." i wanna be like him or her"...are the words...since so tangible and tempting..are their sways,


changing a wicked habit...to one better pleasingly happy and firm attitude...you pay nothing...but earn the generosity of billions..can be weighed in money terms,
happily thereafter you can hear the incoming wealth..happy you do get...uncensoring the pleasing thoughts..immaculate and precise become yours..happy funs,


happy you are and that is why...you can laugh and make others giggle with glee...with your entire happy tell tale stories,
gigglingly you share a secret with your friend or whatever..." you know on that night i had been busy in exploring a new 3D theory",


"Frenetically frolicking to frivolously gliding" you did what you had to but..  joke and say "... frustrated frilly intentions of a young Fry",
Gentry of genial genie-ies generously generate.....genitives...."dont lose heart" you innocently conclude..."once more...that was a good try",


in being happy...you are a happy..from inside and outside.. and completely at ease...and a glow is there...shinning at your face,
in being happy...you are a happy...and competitive...and completely in command...a continuous flow is in there...establishing your wingering pace,


in being happy..you are never an obstacle...that waste its energy in being engaged...in fighting the tense and miserable wars,
in being happy...you realise..that a filth is a filth..you never keep at your house..."hence cleanse the thoughts"...you say..go on to be one happy superstar....

The Story of the TWO's...A biography of an imagination...

"Hi, Optimals its me with you microfilmically on pages in an attempt to commune abt my being jockey without horse,
Here i introduce myself as one...who wants to prove himself and win on merits not on denigrating hoax,


To prove a point here i begin or here i throw myself as one jockey without horse...in the penning race,
Pen friendly with you thru these liney tracks i reveal romance of my life thru  writing versy story as one ingenious face,


The story that is of the TWO's ( give them the name) as they belong from the world real, reviving and the precious,
The story that is of the TWO's ( from the flashbacks) of two friends...who aspire to be immaculate and illustrious,


                                     ..............................................................................................
                                             


This is the introduction of an original wenchy zang zealous and the zing,
A Nymphet, A rich and a Scholastic living in an urbane villa and expressing desires for all modern things,


A stricter, striking, titanically tireless and exceptionally fastidious,
Extremely happy with herself heeding attentions to details however tedious,


Studying and doing a course in fretwork or the ornamental designs on the wood,
Carving cutting nailing and brushing through and creating impressive idyllic incisive images clowny and jolly good,


Immaculate, smiling sweetly that all want to know,
Ma, Pa, Sis and the cousin what a family everything gets immaterial....dancing joking singing and putting one another on their toes,


Thats the opening of those who live and enjoy in the world of their own,
They too have their own share of sarrows yet they are humane humorous independent and well informed,


Down the road in the suburban bylanes in an high rise multihouse tower,
Lives he,,,a suave, a sporty...intense eyed scrimp y who dreams for the Money and the Power,


Sturdy scrupulous having a taste for all good things and has a bizarre hobby of collecting crayons,
Drawing varied images, filling colours writing scripts and broadcasting from his personal web and dreams to be some Big Baron,


Reading watching analysing and analoging desire to learn and wisdom being getting kundan in ths progressive inferno,
Captivating communicator he is and to pursue his dreams aptly studies to be a professional maverick and broad minded machismo,


Freelancing frequenting with friends together they are the team and enjoy life as treat gala and gaiety,
Imbibing, indulging, occasionally imitating and getting freed from all hassles and ideas that are hazy,


Younger son to the working couple who are slim tall and hearty but not that hale,
Music madies and deeply religious this inter caste couple has all the quota to entertain others with their sweet sour tales,


Tales that are real of their conflicts however faceless factious might be the fads,
That took its toll in turn on them and at times made them extremely sad,


In those sad moments it was the music of the prayers or just being alone,
That soothed their nerves...implanted enough courage to their self...bare soul that was pained and torn,


These were the days of Navrattas when Maa Bhagwati in Her Nine Forms is worshipped and prayed,
For once they are out together for observance and being just one in the human sea of devotees sacred,


Its the Rhymes its the Hymns its the Mantra...its the Jaikara its the music its the Prayers that begin to pay homage to Mother Divine,
Holy Verses, Its the AUM..that illuminates the environs...its the SHABD..its the ISHWAR..Pure, Intrinsic and Sublime,


The Seraph beauty of Serenity enclose engulf them who join in singing chanting and dancing with folded hands,
The Prayers reach its Zenith to levels of Ecstasy...the music gets intense...the night begins to flow...Ageless...Timeless Whatever...its the divine moments that infuse life...asif galaxy of angles bless them with magical wands,


The Jadu of Prayers leave its impact making his parents cheerful and the calm,
Relaxed, extremely aware of self they henceforth come back with a resolution...to each other they will do no harm,


.......then the days pass...a kind of debate in the city sets on covering different aspects through an extensive disquisition,
As one young enthusiastic student...he takes part in it...so gathers data and distributes it properly and in dissimulating his thoughts on his topic...he is now in the thick of action,


Writing eccentrically echoing popular opinions and sometimes elocuting in seminars in his profound voice,
Chummy most of the times but churlish occasionally at comments that often came from that rich, naive, flamboyant and precise,


The precise comment in process of exploring gradually travels from an exponent to exponential,
Expediting expanding an argument into a metaphor that is so typical of her the outspoken single,


On one such day when the debate got boring centring around an environment and ecological issue,
" Then why the trees should be cut at all", asks she tunefully " To make papers and the tissues",


"Should this happen this....she continues..." then shall the growing numbers of readers and viewers of weepy soap operas not make this world a dessert or the cold tundra",
" Shall this happen if at all " she snuggles " then what shall happen to you..man..shall you travel in punt elsewhere  to get settled and having punt to trade in currencies like punts etcetra",


For a brief moments there remained a silence and then a few giggles and then an open hearty and roaring laughter,
"Who is this girl"... the students all over rose up and then she rises and virtually all cheered her and a huge round of applause did follow there after,


Seminar went on and discussions were purposeful purportive and conclusive,
More than that a friendship flourished splendid...winsome...graceful and submissive,


That was she the fascinating, frank, reverent, rhetoric, illustrious, ingenious, expressive, exquisite, net worker,narrative, determined, Dexter and the democrat,
How kismatwali she was...she never had thot of gleaning facts on this....natural gigglier fate,


The desire in her to put a belief was propounding endless, dreamy and the copious,
Wild, imaginative, real, sexy, desperate she was...fiercely friendly and the futuristic fictitious,


........The Terror Unleashed on that night......


Then suddenly on one night when the city as alive agog n bubbling and bursting with colourful night,
A few disgusting yucks from neighbouring country had entered from gateways of India to unleash terror of frightful fright,


The Beasts had blasted tons of explosives as for them these were the games of death the devastating ploy to dismantle harmony and the robust growth,
Burning, Destroying, killing and seizing the city on ransom these Beasts as Few Mad DOGS were seething terror in teething Froths,


Then minutes had converted to hours and hours to those LONG.....LONGER..... and the LONGEST DAYS OF UNEASY SAD RUCTION,
The Pride of Nation had got tottered...the pain was intense....the wounds deep...the wheels of growth had got halted coz of this sudden disruption,


The Moments were sad.....frustrating and as one being so helpless...anguished....and as of one in being deep despair,
The Darkest hour visible thru those black and thick smokes....thru  disbelief.....thru those real tales of utmost uncare,


The dismantling of India was agonising, painful and full of shame,
The Tyrannizing Typhoon was so Tyrant....the Tragedy so cruel....and the HUMANS so Inhumane,


But still the hours passed....in endless waits...the fight was still on....THEN THE DAY ARRIVED...the commandos had scaled an another victorious mission,
No...This time IT WAS NOT FILMY..... IT WAS REAL...THESE SONS OF THE SOIL PLAYED NO POLITICS...JUST FACED BULLETS...GOT IN...AND GOT FREED THE INNOCENTS...AND IN THE END...TO DECLARE...VICTORY WAS THEIR ONLY SUBMISSION,


But then sadly there were few who even amidst this turmoil saw an opportunity to earn the monetary, recognitory or a political gain,
The tragedy was it.....all these AAMIRS or LEADERS called them unbiased and free...yet their whole selves...did inflict a kind of solitary pain,


But then what cud be those gains only the approaching time will tell,
But for us the time was to get unified...and to urge or to join in this together ed unified yell,


The Pledge had to be taken that we as one unified entity stand and shall always stay as united....


THE PLEDGE.....


We take Pledge and we Join Your resolute resolve to fight the war against the terror,
Together we all take this as the mission that prove our mettle or self worth...our self importance...our quintupled existence...that believe in enriched entente...and not in unleashing spates of horrors,


We As One of Trillions People of India....form a unified fist...that the JIBS are tight and firm...the common jingle....fighting terror to get it finished,
We As One of Trillions People of India....form a chain... enunciate in one voice....predominantly the common mingle...battling terror to get it perished,


In getting unified together...LET We said LET this enlighten league of all Races, Creeds, Sects and the Religion...wish to reach that unified goal,
To awake the rulers...that we shall...we shall exercise our right to frenchise (vote)...in return we SIMPLY URGE THEM TO MAKE INDIA A LIVING HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS  REPUBLIC...THAT SHOULD ALWAYS BE ON PROGRESSIVE ROLL,


but but but...even then within the country a few very very popular stars did remained,
who on those their own worthy and earthy intelligence had a opinion...HAD A OPINION ON IT TOO...but no no PAIN,


the lapse that is of security...as if the blasted guns from the VT's to Gateways had a closed and audited shooting range,
all that those...beasts saw...were those working faulty images of humans..they did not tolerate it hence had to be perished by shooting them down as one targeted orange,


maybe the drunken idea was in mind...when the speeding cars of stars hit the sleeping ones who by default had been the poor,
toh kya hua...mar gayey toh mar gayeh...everyday accidents do happen...ok..dear...then please stop wearing...Be human...for where do your sentiments go...in those hours,


anyway...the circle is bit too wide...and practicalities of them is there for all to listen and get followed,
they in circle can influence anybody by their philosophical thoughts...toh kya hua...keep enjoying and get mellowed,


.......but then....


The time as always reacted to its natural pace,
The seconds, the minutes, the hours and days simply start coming  n going with its natural face,


Often it was said that to forget certain horrible happenings there had to be a certain rules,
That was to get busy in work, to enjoy the good things in life...or to play the games that would convert the tense minds into a cu cumbered cools,


Thats how she took on to get on with the life....that she always treated as one mega gift,
She took on the sports again...after those brief disturbing intervals....that had happened coz of those dangerous enemies dangerous rifts,


The Game Got On........Again...


In the games of badminton she played on wintry nights sweating profously on courts shuttling, covering in four steps...that made her flabbergast,
Flamboyantly facing volleys playing forehand...backhand...smashing...droping...serving in high loops...holding breath she the outperforming... always did outlast,


The beautiful, the bold and the rich and the confident she now steps up and pretension ally appears more calm,
The working, busy miscible forgets to answer admirers wishing calls...presto...her prestige widespread..faster and taller...like the tree of dates or the palms,


Presumptuously pretending yet prevaricating as if she is immune and goal oriented as one on stage as prima ballerina,
Effusing the elation of all around she the ebullient climbs up in the echelon...to be one eccentric and corporate prima donna,


These were the days of winter with the fog and mist just falling around,
The shinning beautiful hair with the smiles so sweet...just sipping tea together in the campus..in the green shinning ground,


The year had just finished its journey and sun had set on the day for the final time,
Next day had to be the new year...with all the beginnings..with all hopes being renewed from its lows to the pristine prime,


Together they were some where just all alone being simply one for the one,
Arms in arms together...swinging around...as the moments reach finally...strikes 12...the  old year passed...new year had just begun,


Knock knock knock was the sound...knocked out a moment at that midnight hour...at the door of the world...the ears hear...leap out...open the door...take a look one second long,
" "Oh hi...hellojee....i am the new resident...a new ruler...see my pair of ears...i shall listen in continuity...as the past passes, the future approaches and the present gives it a shape, dresses and comb,


I am the NEW Year...hence dispel a doubt....at my disposition is the time...good and the bad...i introduce me as 2009,
The ebullience for change in depressing world clasp tightly and cheeky plants a kiss on cheek of incomer 2009...come in 2009...welcome 2009...we partner with you...we become yours...and you of she and mine,


Lets be interdependent...yet be very independent...in your growth is our growth...lets be made for US Other...lets sing this very happy New year Jingles," "
As the journey of these two's and 2009 began thereafter...and hopefully the two's in 09 shall travel as two unique singles,


Thereafter just travelling together in tandem and on occasions for work just being on their own,
The worries of certain kinds had engulfed him making him loony...sad...gloomy and anger prone,


And he the insuperable insouciant surprising gets guileless frivolous and fritters on irrelevant issues,
Forgetting his resolves getting fuddled with some geeky simper or shoo,


Why has this happened why this jocose jocund has gone quietude,
What made him go flustered that formidable has turned into a loitering dude,


The friends around him find him a bit erratic and obfuscate,
She in particular is annoyed at his increasingly diverting traits,


Busy as she is in managing her growing illustrious carrier,
She the ebullient, groovy, imaginative is imbued with quality that knows no barrier,


Still the concerns are there to make him again the lively and the chipper,
A strong desire to cajole him...hence she cahoots with friends to make him again the witty and the winger,


witty and winger...in being making him so a courageous attempt is made by her by being the lyricist of one kind,
so she decides to pen some funny thoughts..in her diary..to him... of course..the deductions she derived from being one fighters's versy find,


here she goes..with her wild yet very mimicry thoughts...that conclude...that the fighter generally wins,
drawing reasonable guessing from the...words of some real greats...she prompts her friends...perhaps these wits of mine..shall make him glee with 32 tee-thy pins,


....she wrote...


rastey hai toh manjilay hai,
manjilay gar goa hai toh fares hai,
fares hai...samjho...woh aapki apni vahan there hai,
kitni jaldi pahuchana hai vahan...yeh aapki pocket ka share hai,
rails, roads...steamboats...rivers and canals...and affordable aap key liye air fare hai,
so by any mean you reach there toh vahan aap hai...voh hai...tan hai hai...and araaaabian sea hai,
araaabian sea hai...toh in those barrens ilands....tides hai,
tides hai toh...samjho...you have got this chance to make you both...hide hai,
in being hidden...what you did..none will ask...as in such wavy moments...both of you have given their pride hai,
if then lateron you decide to live together...then this one of you..then lives by your side hai,
since she is by your side...so you may always want to see her in.. initially..oh yeah she is inside hai,
in she being inside...you in your initial years...conclude that.. with her my future always bright hai,
she hardly questions anything..and between us..hardly any fight hai,
coz...you hardly find any answer to her recurring queries.. since at that time remaining silent..yours right hai,
since you still remember..once she did say in BIG LETTERS AND WORDS.. do not argue with me or else your position tight hai,
kyonki....FIGHTER KABHI NAHI HAAAAARTI.... hahahahahaha... kya solid in sight hai....


smartly these words were sneaked in.. as some kinds of notes..inside his favourite pages..that he every morning opened.. as one good habiit,
on reading these funny handwritten words ..the laughs of him..just turtled along...slowly slowly..then gradually frisked along..at the speed of a pacy rabbit,


in seconds..a casual and witty..side of him re emerged..that he had forgotten..he had this in his own,
in seconds...a remarkable transformation in his personality happened... damn he said to himself...what for i was so anger prone,


why could i not or why can i not...or why should i not enjoy..certain witty comments of my friends...coz in no way shall these inflict any harm,
how can i or how could i ever be..so narrow minded..and how had i really forgotten...that being at ease..being able to laugh at own self..shall just double the charm,


hence in an attempt to double the charm...he awaked his gingoism..that would make him real stuff..that can at best be enjoyed as one lyrical joke,
for this he had not to paint his own face....rather he began..searching for some literary words..that in canteens among folks..will be talked ..along with coke,


liner of a lingo..languished..while searching lingerie..for his czech wife..coz through liposuction..lithographically she attained litigative body,
a strong lionized lippy liqueur..as litmus test..he liquidized his inner thrust..lithiumically lissomly he spread ed ling..as one lithe fishy rowdy,


dietitian with the digits..dictates a diktat..to enjoy the jokes..improve digestion..to diligently absorb the dilemma of didactic dilettante,
pinpricking the pippining piquant piranha...the pinwheeled pious pioneer..showerd pimento..over the maiden eden apple..and embraced an eve..removing panty,


...these were just the funny lines that he revoked by being a certain kind of innovative stud...whose aspirations will not evaporate as complete thud,
it was an attempt...a tingy attempt..to tell that in life...pleasing thoughts occur when you practice what you feel..so how in return of humours..will you get the mud,


and then began to translate a muddy idea into a crystal clear cupps...the lavish ones...as if transpired into croookery..the cute Mallable or bone china,
perceived that he began as one tasty chotiwala cook...who would courtesy ganesha on a aaloo..would get a lost kingdom..by being searched by her nainas,


through an imperative teasers.. a radio jockey..converted this beautiful song as coming downs of an eve with an adam on earth.. from the forts of jannat,
little could that radio jockey imagined..how if they land in beautiful lawns of a RA One...then what'ld happen to adam...as eve will safely be transported in room of khan's mannat,


and from there on begins the begginings...that cumilated into adam being stayed as cool young and able dude...who refused to utter words that are harsh,
being bad..is livid..a happening way of life.. and if by being bad means being abusive...then he as adam discared these thoughts..remained to stay as roadly marsh,


oh...so that is he..the adam of the jannat..hence ought to be one tropical pillar pillion...who would just get glued to grounds..from where begins the fierce battles,
and shall forget everything..even this...that the jockey is waiiiiting.. but the adam may get too busy to suck bone china cups..that instantly get filled from those oozing kettles,


so these were those literary words that coupled with some hmmnable songs..may have offended some's.. egoistic..minding sides,
then please don't mind..as funs are the fundamental basics..to have in yous as inbuilt nature..imbibe it and see how it gives you.. exquisite rides,


in finishing these..an idea had erupted into his mind..that had begun to take some concrete shape,
no it was not a building plan..rather it were courtesy some narratives..that he thought would..look like a family portrayal clicked..or an album recorded on tape,


through the feelings..an infant feelings..there he begins..to generalise the words...' I am the promise....and I am the possibility',
as infant i am born..have got life on leash...and my time of birth is recorded and given to 3 predictors..who surprisingly came up with different probability,


that was at that infant age..when hardly could i see anything..hear anything...speak anything..could hardly open my little little eyes,
dirty was i born in a liquid jelly..hence got a first wash..given in arms of mother..who smelled me..and instantly i became her..a living possibility..with the cries,


hardly i knew at that time..that i was a girl or a boy or had born to a family that was rich or the poor,
little did i know about my religion caste and creed..the names of my parents..yet i was born as the possibility with the promise..i had a future for surer,


on a scale..i weighed as certain pounds..and the nurse acclaimed...that this delivery was normal with the infant looking ok and cute,
the whole family and friends rushed into congrat my parents..and grandma announced..as per my knowledge and wisdom of jantries..this will never remain mute,


hence the possibility of me as being weepy..itty bitties..or say talkative..had already held the strong promise..that as batunee i would cherish,
if i could speak at that time..then i wud say..dadi i got this life on leash..hence will perish one day..and possibly on hearing this..she would snub me for being truthy dare-ish,


inadvertently in fact..from there itself..this was the beginning..to avoid the topics..that had any mention of the death,
though all knew..that who comes will have to go..but then..its all about the timings..as none speaks of endings at beginning of life having clean air..as first breath,


so from here began the promise..that look mother..look father..i am of yous and you are of me..and in living with your grace and love..i shall explore the infinite possibilities,
i may be the girl..or i may be the boy..and i know no one else in this world except yous...so you are my guides.. my first teachers.. my friends.. in each and every probabilities,


in attempt to explore infinite possibilities..i as one child of my parents..had begun to grow inch by inch..as one living promise,
whatever plans my parents had for me.. to be what they wanted me to be.. may or may not get materalise.. yet as parents they gave me the possibilities to flourish,


in fulfilling this promise.. my mother at many times.. hid me many a times by telling lies..to save me from the wrath of my father's hot angers,
in those testing times..i roamed like a hero..proclaiming i have a mother.. who loves me more.. and decently showers affection n cares so tenders,


at those times..when i had begun my education.. all i concluded that this is the only parameter.. into which i shall always revolve around,
knowing the alphabets.. a few additions and subtractions.. will make me wise.. as mother said finish it.. and go and play.. do not go far..
and do not shout and make freaky sounds,


hence this do not do this..do not go there.. do not read this.. and do not do all undoables.. were all those qualities that i in me gathered.. from childhood.. courtesy conventions,
and now when i say others.. do not.. then why they feel offended.. possibly they were born.. to be forceful and stylish.. continuously coming up with pleady inventions,


in being amidst and among no-ids.. i some how grew in me a kind of trait... for it at times to my parents i looked rebellious.. while in real i was the one the most obedient,
but then again it was all destiny the unknown one.. that had not corroborated with what my janamkundli said.. which when i read it.. made me parky variant,


hence all the courage that i had gathered from those years.. to get what i want.. i some how found that in me i have this denial.. that i refuse to be a stale constant,
a variable that i shall be and i have to be.. to get on with life.. hence to enjoy what else i have.. to know even in regrets.. a present and future remain only consonant,


ignorance is bliss.. hence a desire to gain knowledge became the possibility... that will sustain life.. saving me from the disgrace of ignominy,
invention is the mother of all needs... hence the promise.. from the options attain a future.. that will present contracts.. to deal and trade with a many's,


having wished so with a purpose that hence forth shall there be results of all the hard work... that in efforts it is poured,
in being always with this faith...that working hard is the only mantra...to get the success.. hence doing things that continuously will increase the scores,


again an idea..had crossed the mind..this time a bit wild and outperforming..and with an intention to have a blasty laugh,
its about constructing a joke.. that when the human beings were being made..how would have Creator..installed that tool in bodies.. hence revealing this gaff,


perhaps the game of cricket would have had its origin... much before the life on earth had begun,
asking bodies to take the stance..having nothing in hands with gloves..there comes the vulvas or the sticks with the balls..too pacy to get fasten, 


kept legs behind wonderful wicked..hence forth declared with L or XLs... as fancied mens,
kept legs behind zippy...hence forth declared as zealous... as wonderful quenchy womens,


and those who obstructed gaggly in these constructive plans of the great creator,
became what..all know..and fault was of them only and only... but look how so astoundingly called creator... a traitor,


the joke that got constructed to have.. laughs or the hearty laughs.. as AAA's the ace.. of the game of flash,
instead it got treated as one tumbeee teepe... that as wavy intention..was told...to erupt a classy clash,


hence did put cool splash,
on this iconic contrite clash, 
quickened the wit quietly..by whispering...hope is a proverb..make in an adjective..run towards it spritedly...have a dash,


there after getting attuned in a peculiar attire... for the first time in life.. he tossed a coin.. that would have its face..head or the tail,
it was nt an act of gambling...nor was it to begin a match.. it was about to wipe that invisible shadows from mind.. that never came out from behinds the dark curtails,


head...
the shadows take a new shed,


tail...
the shadows come out from behind dark curtails,


but in both cases be visible to all who want to see the invisible by its real faces,
to know that these are full grown bodies..the human bodies..that live with the desires..the human desires...that have all the elements of cloying graces.....




                                                 ......chapter 2......


the time as it is..did tickled through seconds, minutes, hours and the days...at its very very timely pace,
nor did it get freeze anywhere...neither did it took a massive leaps...and never did it drove rashly in an attempt to win a forced race,


every thing that got gathered in time..or got revealed..were/are the lives..that through prism of reality..were/are being lived along,
hardly these were the elusionary faces..the colours of skins are real..and in sayings that things are right...then surely somethings are wrong,


strolling...so leisurely...in some by lanes.. of a city poshes... somewhere he sat..on a vacant bench..giving to the beautiful spreads..an inquisitive look,
and just...when he was about to leave...what he saw..was too regaling and in it.. he quickened his pastels.. to give an entertaining shape..on his holi book,


in doing so..he first decided to communicate with his friends...just being a kind of funny rasscallah.. being gabbu..asking holi kab hai...kab kab kab,
aaaapriah...aisa kya..replied the she... "what unique plan to splash have you drawn...and by the way..where are you..and hope you have nt got it invented in your bath tub,


and if you have done this...then please do not come rushing out in open..in your natural...shouting eureka...eureka...eureka,
look if you do this...then possibly you may get kidnapped... by some astoundingly sexy rekha or surekha,"..


smiled did he in his bench..and replied.." no no...do not worry i am in full and fully covered..and am not thinking about surekha..as i know no haath kee rekha,
rather i am hoping that i shall come out with some thing livid and happening.. kind of bochaaar.. that may become a visualising eurekas",


..and there goes the she.. giggling out openly...and co piloting with her sister..and thinking about her team and her own holi plans,
to keep up with the joneses...she just decided to make it the real fun filled.. corker..in her copper plating styles..giving these all..revelling elans,


then for a while.. looked at the time and the date..and said..." aaah its the march 7's lovely evening..and why should he be in such hurry to play a holi,
anyway...that's his holi's guess..and mimicked..slim are the chances to get overtly thoughtful to make plans to have funs as its the only festival tobe donkish folly,


hence will get in peak form to be one murkhsamratni...till then its the time to remain as wise and as intelligent..that i should be,
to work smartly on immediate projects that i have in my hands and on completion of it..splashing the colours will give double delights..to me",


then on sighting a real spicy and kittenish pizza joint...she entered into it..ordered a munchy plate toppled with dollops of cheese,
" hungry kya.." the voice came from nowhere..and on looking towards it..she shrieked with joy..as it was her friend from Auckland.. quixotic & always at ease,


" oh wow..oh jubilant..oh so hilarious and oh so much wonderful darling..to see you here again..with me and you as oner of the gang of pupils live",
"pupil live...so you still remember the name we gave to our gang..and yeah it was real fun to see thaat Guruji.. giggled she..tizzied virused yet vivified,


a kind of real character was he..and hope he is still alive..along with his worries and its hopeful solutions..that he obtained by being ardent music lover,
Little were his worries.. and bigger were his solutions.. yet he kept living with these.. and we the pupils live.. possibly gave him unintentional horrors,


poor guy.. roaming on his ancient scooter.. carrying heavy loads.. was possibly the one who had lots of complains..yet had no place..to flash these offfs,
felt pity for him or felt sorry or felt what...i really could never know.. but still he was a real tammaasha.. a working roster.. and a fully bettered half",


" so you still remember him...but i had completely forgotten him.. until i read about him.. coming with an excellent fiction that was enjoyable,
in the world of books ..his work made a mark... and possibly earned a tag from a very very versatile... "tht in the world of publishing your work is saleable",


and in fact i saw him once at some crossing on his scooter.. from the window of my new Imported Audi car...that my papa gave me as gift on this birthday,
thought of getting out to wish him well.. and ask his haal chaal...but then the lights went green..and possibly with tht thrust itself.. forgotten him thru the way,


leave these now.. and let you order too.. what you will like to eat.. and i have ordered country special onioned crispy",
"hmmmn....ok..i shall go with the farmhouse.. not to the farm house.."giggle she.." and i guess you must be having one..to enjoy there as one peculiar habit frisky",


" yeah we have.." casually chaffing her.." some 3 big farm houses in this city and into these we regularly go to be at ease to enjoy.. certain times,
and in fact..we do celebrate all festivals there as one family.. together with close friends.. in twitting styles.. that are descriptively in their full primes,


and in fact till how long you are here..and if you are going to stay longer...then be my guest and be an ingenious part of one holi colourful celebration"
"part of holy celebration..no no no...i am in no mood to sit n hear sermons of some sadhvis and madhvis.."giggled.."n with God i have a deal.. that be free..when i do meditations,"


" yuup..this holy is not that holyed idea.. in fact its the festival...that is truly colourful..livid..and vivid... and these splashing of colours are called the holi,
be with us.. and we shall again revive that gang of pupil.. and shall invite some more funfills.. and will get that guruji in too.. and will get complete donkish folly",


" is it..ok..i accept your invitation to revive pupils live..celebrate the festival of colours together..to get utterly foolish and make fool of others,
and just having that giddied feeling from this moment itself in having that punchy drink..and just hoping that i shall not step on pulpit to create.. furores",


and then after finishing that pizza...they stepped out..giggling, smiling and having laughs..and on certain things commenting together,
the aucklander was so suave and  stylish and so full of life that a few tales she told...had precisely the power to make light of any heavy weather,


gigolo...said the she..was the one...who she thought...was chaste and pure,
factitious...said the she...was the one...who she thought...was genuine and sure,


"these errors in perceiving certain images of few..as the ones..ones are not"..said the she.." are fairly falsehoods..sometimes we may imbibe",
in those times...i do have this unique sense of timing..to get level headed..looking into mirror and asking..oye image why have you got lost by lashing a jibe,


..and aha..where is he and what is he doing..and what has happened to that jocose jocund to go murky and quietude,
 and What really has made him go flustered.. that he the formidable has turned into a loitering dude",


" how did you know all this..as i have not told anything about him in any mail or in any message.. i may have send,
was he in touch with you so regularly...as he too have not told me anything about you ...else i would definitely tell you about his changing trends,"


"...oh no no no...don't get me wrong here..as i was never in touch with him through any virtually direct or real means of communication,
i just saw one of my friend checking out his page..and in response to certain remarks..i guessed he behaved narrowmindedly..causing pains and humiliations,"


" exactly this was what i thought about him..and felt really bad..that how could he be so venom headed..so skewed in thinking..so tropically unsure,
i thought he was the best friend i could ever have...but see i also say...factitious was the he...who i thought...was genuine and sure",


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the gupshups went on between these two.. for hours and hours through the quite hours of night..being nostalgic, quintessentially complete friends,
in those quite enjoying moments...when did they fell asleep..they themselves did not know...the complete innocence on their faces.. glowed.. as primmy trend,


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" coffee..coffee..." the sound came from far away lawn.." get you up you silly bachas.. and come fast as maa paa and your cool didi waits,
and if you are listening..then hear...put on hold your morning dreams... and join immediately haha for the coffee with didi..as this morning's welcome fete,"


with the kittenish smiles..arrived the two after a short while..looking fresh..though a bit sleepy..as if they had got up..giving naughty thoughts a raw deal,
" good morning maa, good morning paa..and you the disciplined didi..are a real spoiler.." giggled she.." in dreams i was giving bret lee a horrific feel,"


" oho...you junior sacchin tendulkar..how great is it to see you here..with us the spectators..but know it was warne who had those horrific dreams,
at that time you were 5 year old...and had just begun your kindergarten..and to give a skip to school..towed behind me... and didi didi diidi you screamed,"


" didiiiiii...i still scream at you.." and put her hands around her neck..and cheek to cheek...whispered she.." ya i know you are didi..for sure",
" and hardly is here any one like you..hardly is here any other more loving than you..and hardly here can be more earthy and worthy..so full of traditional lores",


" ok ok ok...ab chupchaap coffee piyo...bahut hui yeh aaapki pyaari aur bahutsaari..chaaplusi.. and is there anything colourful running into  your mind,
hmmn.... i guess both of you the ingenious ones...must have been busy in drawing a bijou plan..that should have an aura..of some auspicious find,


and in doing so i believe that you have not found any such things that shall enhance the levels of mistrust.. you seem to have increase in yous,
and here i am talking about your best friend..the communicator..and for whom..i believe you have some grudges..but baccha that are fictious and untrue,


and look a few months back you told me about his being.. going murky, ill tempered and quietude, 
and to him..you did send a few funny lines to make him witty and winger again.. a kind of living loving and happening dude",


" ya i did it didi.. to make him lively and chipper again,
but now.. i am lost at words.. in letting you know..about him to be an leasher to inflict hurt and pain,"


laughed the didi at it.." oho..my cute little tiara..always remain in my head..going ultra sensitive over a few factious issues",
took her into her loving arms.." stupid budhu..in life good friends are forever..so erase these passive feelings from your mind..applying rational and real tissues,


hope you understand.. as you always have this clear thinking process in you.. as one.. the best immaculate style,
so plan to celebrate holi in that style..along with your friends and family.. invite him too.. and enjoy the gaiety of colours by being vibrant and not a wicked vile",


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possibly these little words..to enthuse trust and wisdom shall go a long way.. in firming up fragile relationships..that on hindsight look strong,
as the vision of this wise didi is clear..that good friendship flourish only on those bases..that remain footed..and in testing times does not go destructively wrong,


over the destruction..and over the coffers of dead bodies..when life ceases to exist.. a few take this triumph.. as victory lap,
as they always evaded competitions..but the applauds one invites..are from the lively livings..when the thrusts are forwarded to narrow the gaps,


the empires get build ed...the nations get created...the cities get spread ed..through the natural theories of specific civilizations..that are continuous over the periods of time,
so much efforts are put by mother creator..to nourish all these..but alas..a natural fury destroys all that was living..and sadly fury gets its ways..to do these killer crimes,


sheer helplessness..horrific screams...collapsing.. tumbling..turnings..become the sights..and in seconds the cities of livings become the cities of dead's,
the time...possibly the unhindered time has arrived for those Sayers..who did said.. mahal laasho par hee bantey hai.. to go there, sit and rule and build your living sheds,


little could they know...that grave yards or the cremation grounds are the open spheres..no one wants to have claims.. as their own stakes,
as these are the places..to get perished forever and be the dust..and sometimes the epitahs on graves read.. that this one ruled once.. was healthy rake...


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the aucklander..who believed in living life with a zest..had a peculiar motto..which she at every morning..repeated with shiny smiles,
it was funny..it was lucid..it said.. in front of me there is that much much long queue..waiting to go to hell..and till i get into it...living on earth for the whiles..


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the idea that was with full of colours..with full of intended funs..had got its destination to get unleashed uninterrupted and with full of joyous galores,
the holi..day..that is the day of holi..had arrived..and preparations were full..to get drenched..to get rubbed in colours..as those deewaney mastaneys of folklore,


" holi hai..." the voice in unison came from the lawns..inviting the insiders to come out in open..and from the podium..game of holi was declared open,
the players one by one came out in open in lawns with their respective flags in hands..gave a feistier salaami..to opener..and to play the holi.. took the token,


the flags they carried did displayed the theme..which they as players had to play as one holi game..with no rule.. to feel bad about,
the taken tokens were for gestures...of goodwill, harmony, peace and brotherhood..that they had to spread..and on rubbing colors...HOLI HAI ...had to be the shout,


there comes the first flager..with a theme..to be one master grand (dada).. moving his colorful chaals in seedhi..tedi..and aadhi tirchi ways,
and had to drench the other's queen..while saving his own..hence to please his's and rub other's..being all's from king'n sena to vazir..to one oonth to hathi's horsy heresy,


the chakarvyuh he formed..and as first step..sent an sms..to other's queen..and through it sang a full song.. of holi..the chaal was to play holi..through provoke,
the other's queen came on her own...splashing colours with verve and gaiety..and putting colour on forehead of his queen and hugging her as colourful invoke,


arguably to each other they said.." you are the best of your's best..and we here as the best..do understand the chaal to make other behaaal,
and look at the lost faces of them...anyway let's go and put their faces in reds..( colours yaar)... and shout together.. yeh tadka tha hamaari ek chaaal",


the second flagger was the aucklander..who had the theme... to be one redskined american indian.. and through it she was to prove.. yes she can,
the economical moods of a few were depressing..hence to remove this mandi in the market of laughters..she had to infuse some fed fundas.. giving saddy complete scan,


"entering the gates.." said she.. " i had seen one bill pasted on board...that was pending and was hovering around in air to get attention and be paid,
hence had a visit ..and asked..oye bill why are you trembling so much in the air.. do ya fear me.. oye nai the bill replied.. look behind.. the team of IT is here to raid,


" what" said the she.. " i do not know why this income department is after me all the times... as my returns to them are always fair",
the bill replied.." then why do you go anywhere.. and give fears to people like me.. who has so much in side.. that even stopped to give any much care,


"Mr Bill Gates" called she and said happy holi to him.." so this is you in your office in America..and in Forbes as the richest man on this earth,
but you..the perceived Mr Bill is here hence to erase doubt i sent one old friend of me at your door.. to check the place of your birth,"


gosh...the entire holific twinkling festives..rushed towards her...drenching..colouring and shouting " yes you can.. yes you can.."
and through this colourful mimics..you did paid hilarious gratitude to that versatile.. giving perceived Mr Bill a complete scan,"


and just hoping that the perceived Mr Bill will too enjoy this wee bits of some real splashy day of holi,
so be liberal..and be of true essence.. that was what she meant.. and just enjoy the day to the hilt..by being simple.. suave.. stylish and twitingly jolly,


entered the flager..with a theme.. to be sulking snubbing and kind of hateful..to all the colours that get applied,
in being that one had tobe an evader.. always with snooty nose... " these damn rubs of colours are for those... who in festivities get mesmerised,"


" and how can i be mesmerised by these colours.... reds greens yellows blues silvers greys and pinkish maroons,
not to speak about the black and the whites.. and these all have self effacing influences over me.. as to ignore these i watch network of cartoons,


"oh cartoon... so you like cartoons"... came running in the pupils live.. and shouted.." see us the cartoons performing with colours A- live,
run if you can... by being.. Tom, Jerry or Harry or any in hurry... the pupils live shall have their say.. come back in open.. from your place of exile,"


holi hai...HOLI HAAAI... HOLIIII HAAAAAI.. do not feel bad.. vivacious.. holi hai... and festival of holi.. from here simply took off,
to reach the zenith of its true ambiance.. its true objective.. its true message.. that for once we all look almost alike and equal.. quaffs..
                                                                                                                                                                                        (of bhang)




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these are the eyes of the beholders... that tell exactly that in perceptions what exactly are your means,
in the profession one profess.. when one is fair.. it is understood.. but when one pretends under that art of selling.. somethings surely are not clean,


by saying that things are not clean.. it means and it clearly means.. that what one sells are exactly the intents.. that the beholder of an eye sees,
in pretensions while displaying the products..if one scans the others bodies.. the beholder of eyes.. literally come to know.. that things are not clean behind these perceives,


and then the eyes.. that look.. at your face.. and ofcourse do not protest.. as the beholder knows.. that in the market of options.. you are not the only and alone,
hence as one young,, as one aspiring.. as one confident.. and one full bodied.. the beholder says.. " i will ignore you.. rather... preserving dignity.. by not being anger prone"....


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                                                                      .....chapter 3........




quintessentially.. the challenging part in his life came when he began to sketch a fiction that must have the elements of readable novel,
the topic he selected was that of a mistress.. around whom.. the gallantry tale of love lust money power and fame roamed.. as an O of an A's invective vowel,


the lines that need to be selected..must have the effect the sounding effect..in flaying up the seductive flames.. the mistress ignited in getting her ways,
the complexity of her character..the toughen busts..the fretening ambition..and using her fully grown body as one tool.. being loyal in her betrays,


in being the mistress of a wealthy business tycoon..the antics of her to woo and tear him apart.. came mainly by being bodily sound from her head to toe,
the lateral ambition to get what else..is through treating her body as an asset.. that as peggy dowel is in its primes.. the appeal is heady.. whoooping with sexy flow,


traversing thru the years..that she has spent all along and all alone.. the emotions in her are too vampish..hypnotic..pulling many into veils of illusions,
the glows on skins are gained thru excessive sowings.. the rinkle free masks are worn thru imbibing innocent ignorance.. literally guiding others in emotive delusions..


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the tycoon who treats himself as too powerful, intelligent and clever.. is literally with all modern gizmos.. that are fascinating exclusive and lavishingly grandeur,
in displaying all these to her.. he says ...all these are just for you.. just to see the approving smiles.. that she so sportingly gives.. as being deserving for sure,


in letting be his surer..she always puts him at ease.. making him the man for all seasons and for all reasons.. taking care of his all..yeah literally all kinds of needs,
the relation is that of accepting in big terms and giving in 0's..that she knows.. are the basis of all precedings ones twos threes..that he knows as summations of his deeds,


being at his disposal..as per his varying occasions and happening moods.. hardly is there any mechnical act.. while being frenetic with him in the bed,
to complete the desire to get absolved and desolved in his happening arms.. she guides him..she moves him to become the triumphant.. cools down his lusty head,


never lets him sit or go down with the guilt..that you in being with THE ME.. is insane, unethical or the cheater of any any conventional kind,
the words of her are all always suave, sophisticated.. and intoxicating... when she lets him know in no uncertain terms.. My man possessed
.. i am your find,


yeah says he..you are my find..and i your man possessed..so shall always be with me..in side.. and always inside.. faroffs and behind the dark curtains,
shall be visible only to those.. who i want to.. as on those times..when the men possessed will be together..you and their's find.. shall do differently to entertain,


and sit the you by my side..and i let you know.. some thing that can at best be explained at the rates,
i sitting beside you..am @ of me..available and comfortable..and talking to you..@ of you as you..without any dislike or hates,


confused gets she..and wide eyed..just asks him.. at the rates.. what are you telling me all about,
what exactly is the meaning of all this..i really do not know.. hence i accept i am defeated..hence going in..as retreating rout,


oh no no no...laughed he..at this bizarre interpretation of the she,
its not about winning or losing..its about the individual personality that you have of you and i of me,


at times..in pretending..a person to another person tells..that someone's elses.. its my opinion or its my voice,
in those times..the listeners believe..that in my talks..its that someone's pretensions.. hence while i was true..listeners.. thought i was bias,


therefore i say.. that even in similarities.. i as one conveyor at my place transmitting to you..  as so and so@ of me,
and you as believer in perceiver are getting these transmits being at your place... as so and so@ of some he or she,


the human nature is not that simple and is always full of many many many varied complexities,
i like one..you do not like.. and i said nothing against the one you dislike.. yet the disliker perceives its me of you.. generating adversities,


while i may have a great regard for the person you really do not care.. so even while i do my best to show affection to that but in return get gifts of hate,
the perceived you of me draws a great relief through it as your ego has got cooled down..but what about me who did nothing to get this farewell fete,


and this fact i learned from some middle aged flabby soul..who works dutifully for one of my ventures as earner..and not as one asker for any alms,
maybe he had learnt some bitter lessons from his own experiences.. could see the sadness of him..though he is fairly reasonable in his all kinds of realms,


anyway leave all these..and make a drink for me..and yeah get ready for the lavish blast..that we shall have.. faraway in some wonderful dreamy lands,
the ambiance shall be totally dreamy.. the presence will be exquisite and exclusive of those rich glitterati.. hence give the party cosmic aura..through your magical hands,


plants a kiss on her hand...and asks... what's in you.. that drives me so crazy all the times.. whenever i literally see the you,
what's in me.. how do i know.. come and explore me.. rushes the she inside.. and he behind her as one extremely thrust y.. the quest in him is that of hungered mew,


the quest eventually got volcanic and in eruptions it did see..perhaps the lavish cuts and curves.. that were giving invites..to embrace the shapes in his arms,
immeasurable were the pleasures.. the steamy were the cheeky stripteasing.. and in unbuttoning each other.. the pushes and pulls were to double the charms,


till how long.. the moves were made to attain an erotic nirvanas.. no body knew..as it was that race..to get the eventual climax,
and when it had to reach... it did reach... the unison of bodies was complete..ecstatic..effusive..and the two laying into each other's arms after having torrid sex,


the sun was about to rise and the morning was about to begin and in deep sleeps the two laid into each other arms..unaware and calmed,
the busts just touched his bare chest..and in oozes..somehow the youngied woked up again and in that freshed jest..both crossed fingures into each others palms,


and in letting her know about his fresh jest..he made his intentions clearer to her..that he shall not let her be in the condition to work in the day by giving total thrill,
it was this recurring secret that he evoked yet again..and she in turn waited for this so whole heatedly..since it was all about her desires to get fulfilled,


and when the desires reach its zenith and with these it brings along the steep eruptions in the ones who are bold.. on beauties leave an unerasable marks,
the unison then gets complete and full in fully grown bodies.. bringing beauties on knees..who thru rubbing and caressing upon s..just ignite another spark..


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the fact remains and its natural and its quite evident that its about living with the feelings that are young, exploring and sexually dignified,
in consents you be with the one you like and love and in giving you give the best.. in takings you expect the best.. to each other..remaining trustified,


in what ways..in what words and in which world..the eveteasings that get unleashed..shall put ones in the league of able and enjoyed keeper of young bodies,
in stead of invites..the fear pschy is croomed in eyes..then for what are these clamourings for fearless..bold and performing young rocking roadies,


the tests of real life are real and the lessons one reads afterwards come through the abilities that somehow got the opportunities to got tested and then read,
in being tested..you showed..you rocked and in being read..you showed..you are easy..open..understanding.. dignified.. the performing ideas come as sexiest thread, 




and then the journey of life continued and speed it gathered all along to catch up the jonesses.. that some how was travelling with full face,
the jonesses in life..is all about making own shirt shinning instead of dirtying the contemporarie's.. coz in acts of demonstrations this is the fittest case,


the effect that comes thru demonstrations or displaying thru windows.. can be the one.. that induces outsiders to come in and join the big chorus,
to buy what they are selling.. from slogans to real marts.. well but through banners and as canners.. the joinning mankinds are joie de vivre..roarers,

the roarers through their magnifying roars that have become magnetic towards the capturing lenses.. yet again whips up a frenzy that 

erupts yet again and again,

the caught glimpses.. point out to viewers sitting far far away thru their merchandised mobiles.. look i am here in support to a cause.. without being a bending bane,


the erupted frenzy is just like a fancied buying in a stock market.. that fetches the price even when it has reached that rocketed zenith-ed top
no price is bigger to pay.. the market of euphoria says.. but nevertheless the laws do prevail that come in to force.. as after the sale.. buyers leave home from the big shop,

no one is gonna stay as no one can and no one can never.. as there are numerous responsibilities lying on the shoulders.. of and of of daily life and of daily needs,

and it is never a war as of.. that one column or the row leaves and the other steps in.. so continuosly and regularly.. as the summation of noticeable deeds,

as this is life or rather the journey of life that does remain contiuous and keeps moving on to catch up with some literal jonesses..of course with full face,

dirtying others can be a fancied idea.. but for how long and longer duration can the mud be thrown.. thus dirtying their own and others prospective case,

the prospective case be heard with the prospective mind sets.. that are of or should be of those.. who see or analyse aspects from both sides,
life is not dependent on toss that can be won or lost.. life is just what you and i live and how.. ofcourse ways are different to ones living besides,

how far you live and yet how close you become is all little like being brunchy as one mid day party.. that often grows up to be of one splendid night,
in those lucid yet prime moments of extreme sharings.. the comforts and coziness between or among closets.. just mews a munching word.. ah..finally the love.. after the fight,


the ending or diffusing the fight is certainly the outcome of a belief that believes in the theory of keeping up with jonesses to make our shirt shinning with glow,

and throwing mud on others is not the funda at all.. coz in dirtying others.. we dirtied our own hands too.. hence in washing the dirty linen..simply makes us outrageous and slow...

...To be continued...

........dialouges......

hysteria...a huge roar...a loud louder blow of whistling whistles
...a hero...flouts a dialogue..that is COOL,

crush the villain...the audiences gush...flow the fist....the hero is the ultimate idol...
worshipped and adored...from the oldies to kids of school,


dialogue..when in crushing jaws of death..relays or delivers..a message of the hero
...that in fifteen flat minutes...you the villain will be finished..and the film will end,

dialogue...then gets emotional....Aaj terey har ansoo ka hissab chuka diya meiney 
Maaah..sob sob..and Dekho gaon walo...mein challa iss agnipath par..
but hua nahi bend,


dialouge....naam Vijay dinanath Chouhan...umar...29 saal..10 mahina..
15din...12va ghanta..chalu....hey maloooom,

dialogues... dialogues..the dhansu ones...the joshilay ones...the provoked ones...
and the hissed mysterious ones...are the magnum operas..that run in veins of 
those typical viewers as Junoon,


the dialogues..that are sometimes simple...the flawless expressions
as these are the ultimate..mediums to continue the story,

the dialogues..that sometimes are monologues...a self searching or self answering..
eruptions of a character..that in character's own view..has lost some glory,



dialogue..that are flown in the air...to make other aware of the ground that 
he she or them hold through the brazen tolds,

e.g...jinke ghar sheeshay key hotey hai chinnaye seth woh doosro key
ghar pathaar nahi maara kartey...so better Behold,


dialogue...arrey oooooo sambha...laaga toh nishna...has engrossed the viewers since ages...
to the patterns..that viewers..repeat these lines all along,

dialogue...that then become an ultimate styles of these...and audience anticipate..
these to mouth a final verdict like dialogue..that will deliriously do justice 
to remove that was wrong,


dialogues... dialogues...and the dialogues...that at times.. are so enthralling and 
so exciting...so funny and so full of laughter..
as in those weepy ittibitti quiffs,

a way to narrate a tale...that this is life...had to have this...but had this...
but no worry..everything will be alright..as the producer  
too with the director is having a tiff,


the dialogue shower..is now having the dialogue with the director...
Mujhay apni maa kee kasam Rohit Shetty...
if i cast you in my next film,

the dialogue director...is equally responsive with the latest dialogue...
Aur mujhey bhi meri maa kee kasam...if i ever hear from your mouth..
this haiku..kind of zulm,


amidst these gives and takes and takes and retakes...
to hear the ultimate claps and expected roars and shores of viewers...
that would throng all along,

twists and turns are knitted in...roped in tingy  dialogues...that would make the 
chatni of villain...the endings shall be happy..
smiles wides and curved longs,


at the end of all...a reunion of all almanac...emerges.. hilariously...
dating with one another...the sun with moon...the tide with another wave..
and the stars having blast,

the dialogue by....the far away standing villain... 
yeh sub khatthey hai iss hazzoom mein...unko zyaada payesa milta hai na...
han bhai..i got dishumed
by this BIG STAR CAST......


     .......heading for tea....APUN KA SAANS THANDA HOO GAYA HAI NA....:)



              but still as matter of fact i do fear God.. may be some STARS DO NOT..

...... in search of a search...

" out and get out..and get lost from here and just go out and search this piece from anywhere..as i need this twinkling object,
on listening this new demand the sitter just fainted..and said...damn o you the mam..where is the budget to meet yours very precious request,


call me the damn or call me whatever..but i need it and now and you just go and get out and re search this hard object of me,
that i love so passionately and know..without this twinkling object..i have lost my sleep as in dreams i feel this all over my gorgeous tummy,


the shinning object..gives me the feelings of butterflies over there..and without having these in my vaults..you to me of no use",
fainted and skin painted the sitter just lost the face again.. and just made the silent enquiries to garner courage..and in air made monkish kind of hues,


kyA yeh heera free mein milta hai.. jo nikley aur phur sey mil gaya.. and who on this earth is a kind of such fool..who will put this piece in a tank,
possibly in those days the piece was as cheap as fuel...so as carbonation object..found a safer vault..to get an adjective to get researched by some frank,


aaah...could this be the fate of a diamond..oh sorry sorry of a loser..who lost this piece through his or her own lack of keeping concentration,
possibly the keeper did not know..that shine or glow of a diamond is forever and eternal..and to lose this marvel just brings the miseries in orientations,


the diamond remains the diamond..where ever it find place as the valuerers of this..knows the real command of this marvel..on display,
but then what about the sitter..who shall be again the quitter in search of this hard object.. possibly on twitter some one announces this searching foreplay,


oh...again this foreplay is not that before of what shall happen later in some happening and vibrant night,
that stingy..is again the process of search of.. in a search.. of something hard..by some BODY hard.. and this union ignites a passion..that glow fully is sexually bright.....