Strange

I meant to share this incident the very next day of my birthday, but blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol *cough* I mean, blame it on laziness and boredom! But I am sharing it now, so read, and please, please, let me know what you think.

So we had gone to this South Bombay club, and we had reached the place at 11 in the night. There were seriously crickets chirping inside, there were hardly 10 people inside. I was kinda shocked, cause it's South Bombay, and a Friday night. I thought the place would be jam packed. Anyway. The DJ was playing some really old English music, stuff I hadn't even heard before. All my friends were sitting at a couch, some yawning, some trying to make conversation. I was excited as hell, so I was dancing randomly to the music.

A few minutes later, three goras (two guys and one girl) came and sat on the couch opposite ours. I could not understand their chemistry, cause as soon as they entered, Male Gora 1 (henceforth to be known as Charsi) pinched Female Gora's (henceforth to be known as Drunky) butt. Then, Drunky proceeded to make out with Male Gora 2 (henceforth to be known as Cutey-but-drunk). I didn't pay them much notice, I was in a zone of my own, dancing stupidly. A few minutes later, I looked at them, and I saw they were playing air-guitar, and head banging. Strange. Maybe they were inspired by me or something.

An hour went by, and the night picked up. The music was a little better, and more people started coming in. Drunky and Charsi were dancing like crazy...they would put any dirty dancing fan to shame. Charsi even did a snake-charm dance by taking of his shoe and playing an imaginary flute to it. That was so hilarious, I started imitating him, and making my friends laugh. Big mistake.

Another half an hour went by, and the music was really good now. So we were dancing in a group by now. We were really in the groove, and all of a sudden, Charsi comes over, and runs his gora-fucking-hand on my shoulder, all the way to my palm. And then the dumbass actually proceeded to dance. I stared at him with a 'What the fuck?' expression on my face. And the fool actually imitated it and looked back at me. Too shocked, I just walked away from the group, and sat at a chair. DM then told him "Back off, she is not comfortable." So Charsi did back off. Then each and every girl in my group came to ask me "Are you ok?". Yeah I was ok. A charsi just ran his arm me. Sheesh.

If you think this was strange, please, read on. I was sitting at the chair, and this really old, pathetic, ugly man (henceforth to be known as Lecherous Fuck) comes and stands at the bar, a few feet away from me. He did this really strange dance that DM saw too. She came over to me and we were laughing hysterically. BIG MISTAKE!

Lecherous Fuck then went away. A few minutes later, he came back and stood at the same place. Do you get this strange sensation sometimes that someone is staring at you? I got that, so I looked at him. And the lecherous fuck actually had the balls to make a really really obscene gesture towards me. My eyeballs had literally hit the floor. Then he looked at me as if to say come over. I was so disgusted, I was holding my vomit back. Yuck! The nerve!

He went away again, and I was shocked out of my mind. I had a dazed expression on my face. What the hell just happened. Again my girlfriends came over to ask what happened. I just couldn't say it. Lecherous Fuck then sat at a couch a few feet away from mine, and again he was staring at me. Yeech. This time I didn't look, and thankfully Cutey-but-drunk was passed out in the middle couch, so he was obstructing his view. Then, the lech actually looked at my friend, and tried to tell her to get me to look at him. That did it. I told the girls let's get out of here. And we did. I didn't even want to acknowledge the old fuck, so I didn't look at him.

If you think this was stranger, please, oh please, read ahead. We reached DN's place, and of course, we had to have a discussion of what had happened to me. And, it was popular opinion that everybody had respect for the Charsi cause he didn't come back after DM told him to back off!!! WHAT?? I was touched by a man, against my wishes, and you have respect for the Charsi? WTF? What if he had grabbed my boob, then? Would you still "respect" him? Of course, they were all laughing, so no point putting my arguments to them. As for lecherous fuck, we had a lot of choice words for him. I won't be mentioning them here.

All in all, it was an experience I will never forget.

I want to know from you, oh reader, whose side are you on? Me, the abla naari, or those two raging hormones assholes?

And if Charsi or Lecherous Fuck are reading this, just go FUCK OFF!!!!!

Dum De Dum

Shot some photos yesterday. Sharing two of the best ones here. Let me know what you think!

A rose growing in my garden



Dad

That Night - Conclusion

(Please read Parts 1, 2 and 3 first)

29th September, 2004
Mumbai, 10:00 pm

Raj sat in the corner of his room, shaking in terror. Whatever happened to his friends were not mere co-incidences. There had to be some connection. They were both brutally killed, ripped apart. He couldn't get those images out of his head. Those photos were splattered all over the newspapers, and the news channels were speculating some supernatural force. Of course Raj didn't believe in that mumbo-jumbo, but he couldn't discount what had happened to his friends. He didn't know of anyone who would want to kill them. They weren't bad guys, didn't hold any grudges. At least that's what he thought.

He had not been sleeping at all since Sameer's death. He would doze off here and there, but he would not get any sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw Sameer's body hanging from the tree, his intestines twisting around his neck. He would see Yash's eyeballs protruding from his skull, his crotch only a deep depression.

He was in a state of fear at all times. He started being on his own all the time. It had been so long that he had had sleep, that his eyes had completely dried out. His parents were really worried out him, but he just wouldn't let them come close to him. He wanted to be left alone.

Tonight was one of those breezy nights. The breeze was hitting against Raj's window, making creaking sounds. The house was absolutely silent. He didn't know when, but the atmosphere just made him really sleepy. He tried to stay up, but just couldn't. He closed his eyes, and went off to sleep.

Raj woke up in complete white. There was nothing he could see in the horizon. All white. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. "Hello?" he cried out, taking a few tentative steps. He walked a good ten minutes, but it was leading him nowhere. Was he walking in circles? He could not tell. It was white all around him.

Raj was sweating profusely, and he felt the ground rumbling under him. What's happening! He looked at the floor, shaking violently now. He saw cracks developing on the pristine white, and soon enough, found himself falling through a gaping hole. He was so scared, he just didn't know how to react.

It was completely dark now. Pitch black. He felt himself strapped into a chair. He was breathing hard, the silence just cutting through his ears. "Whoever is doing this...please stop..stop" he sobbed, closing his eyes. He heard a slight mechanical voice, like a rusted door hinge. He opened his eyes, and found himself starting into a pair of red ones. The eyes transported him back to that night, and saw everything once again. He screamed, startled, and he felt the red eyes jumping away from him.

"Wait, stop...who is it..Are you responsible for my friends' death? What have we done to you?" The light came on. It was so bright, Raj was taken aback for a second. He looked around him. He was sitting on a chair, and his hands were strapped to poles on either sides. Right in front of him sat a black cat, its red eyes gleaming in the light. Raj trembled. "Please let me go, what have I done?" The cat hissed, baring its teeth. The mechanical voice grew louder, and it was coming right over his head. Raj looked up and screamed.

A chainsaw was positioned right over his left hand. He looked at the cat again. "No, please stop! Let me go!" The cat hissed again, and the chainsaw started with a sound that made his heart leap out of his mouth. It was moving slowly towards Raj's shoulder, and he screamed, trying to break away from the straps. He started crying, looking at the cat. "Please...I beg you...please!" Over the whirring, he heard a soft voice. "Did you listen to me when I begged?" Raj looked around, and he couldn't see anything. Even the cat was gone. He looked back up and saw the chainsaw ready to make contact with his shoulder.

"No!" he screamed, as he felt the machine rip through his flesh, his bones crunching right out of his body. He wailed in pain as his left hand sliced right out of his body. He fell to the ground, his right hand out of the straps. Even in immense pain, he knew he had to escape.

He looked around, but there was nothing. Only white. He saw a large wall at a distance. He somehow stumbled to it, and sat down against it. He cradled the wound, watching the blood seep through his shirt. He cried loudly. He finally understood why this had happened. He leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes. He understood.

He heard a noise coming from behind the wall. Before he could turn, he felt a sharp pain right through the middle of his head. He looked up, a large claw was sticking right through it. He gasped one last time and he was gone.

From the other side, the cat retrieved it's claw back through the wall. The blood on its' paw looked enticing, so it took a little lick. It cringed in repulsion. Human blood was so disgusting. It then began walking away from the lifeless body, its tail swishing in the air. Its' work was done. But it will come back again, soon.

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June 05, 2009

Mumbai, 12:25 am

Reshma finally finished the story and hit 'publish post' on her blog. Her readers were anticipating what happens next, and the finale was really explosive. She stretched and got up to go to bed.

She heard a loud purr from behind her. Her heart sank, and she turned around. A black cat was staring right at her, its' red eyes glowing.

Reshma stared back, breathing hard. She smiled. "Lucifer! You scared the shit out of me! Now let's hit the sack."

Lucifer cocked his head to the side and purred, following Reshma out of the room.

The End.

************************************************************************************* Here it was, the ending to the 'That Night' story. Before I close the chapter on this, a few thank yous are in order :)

1. The inspiration for this story came from this story by Nikki. I noticed that she hadn't been killing people in her recent stories, and most of her awesome and thrilling descriptions turned out to be dreams. Writing this story was really cathartic, I'd say. So thanks Nikki, for being so inspirational :)

2. Next, I want to thank my sister Priyanka, and my ex. They gave me some pretty gruesome ideas on how to kill the three guys, and well, I hope the story did their ideas justice!

3. Last, but not the least, I want to thank YOU, the reader, for reading this story, and encouraging me to post more of it. I really hope you liked what I have written. You guys rock!

All images were found on google. None have been shot by me!

This story is dedicated to all women everywhere.

See you all soon :)

Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!

I haven't been able to update my blog because I was still on a happy high from my birthday. Not that I got drunk. I didn't even drink. But waking up till 6 in the morning, just being with my friends took a toll on my I-sleep-at-10 body. However, it was so much fun, I am not even complaining.

First, I just want to thank all my blogger buddies for their birthday wishes. Thanks much! :) I feel speshul! :D

Next, I am still deciding on Raj's fate (from the That Night series). I have thought about something really gruesome, but I'm still fitting the pieces together. Maybe tomorrow. I will try. Such stories need a lot of inspiration, and 2-3 days in office will definitely give me the inspiration I need!

Nextest, I got some really awesome gifts on my birthday! Mom and dad gave me a gorguss diamond ring (which I chose myself!), a DVD player, and a Christian Lacroix perfume. My sister gave me the bestest gift...she drew a portrait of me! It is so life-like! I will definitely post it on my blog soon. Niks, Ms. G and Rash gave me a super cute purse, and I am going to flaunt it soon! Ms. D gave me a purple stole (my fav colour!!) and a necklace and ear rings. My colleagues gave me a super cute white bag (which I am using right now!) and ear rings. What a haul I say! I am blessed! :)

Ok, I have a long, long, long day ahead at work (that's where I am posting this from!) I best be leaving now, must catch some zzzs...I mean work my butt off!

Thank you all, once again!