Mansi's Birthday!

I walked, I stumbled.
Questioned, blamed myself now full of guile.

Heart took the road less travelled
Entered an effervescent girl with perennial plastered smile.

                                         Photo courtesy of Mansi Shah - http://mystifiedforever.blogspot.in/

Gave me hope, abundant edition of acceptance
Humble, infectious head donning not one but many hats,
She was the only, She was affection.

It is my turn, my moment,
To give back love, an always there helping hand

On this occasion, special and chosen
You stuck with me, curse your soul now forever damned.

Sid

@siddheshgarg

Three stories, One heart

Chapter 1: The DVD guy of Chameli Ghat

   He dived. The water was icy cold and transparent blue. The depth of the water was alarming and intimidating. Was it possible he was in the middle of fluidic abundance? A no man's land where his heart beat was the only possible living array of hope? Amidst the confusion, he accidentally exhaled. He immediately regretted his stupidity as a tiny part of life floated above in a form of a bubble. He pushed himself further beneath. He could see the corals beneath displaying an array of vibrant colours. The coral reef stretched beyond his eyes could trace and ever imagine. For a moment he was hypnotized by its sheer natural beauty. He went in a trance. All near to peak orgasms looked anemic. His agonizing mortal world seemed far behind. For an iota of a second his eyes flash backed in to the human cravings and deficiencies. His longing for the bitter taste of success now seemed inconsequential and ludicrous. He looked back. His worldly false steps waved farewell. He closed his eyes. Was he dead?

  

   He woke up with a jumpstart. He muffled a tiny scream. He looked at himself. He was naked and his olive lustrous skin shone in the shimmering sun. He was in his charpoy. The rugged sheets had been fallen in to the floor and his room had the aura of emptiness and loneliness. He looked at his flaccid penis. He looked at the side table. The laptop was playing a rerun of some BDSM porn. The leather and the faint moans of the couple seemed a bit loud for the nearby serene atmosphere. He continued watching it for a minute and realizing his hormones becoming active, shut the laptop in a haste. He stood up and looked at the mirror. He skin was still tight and his hair looked frizzy. He gestured some model like poses and concluded that at the age of 28 he still got it. He muscles still were in place and his penis he was proud of.  He looked at his eyes. They had a tinge of crimson red. Uncommon and reminded him of the Devil. He sniggered and proceeded with his daily chores. Due to financial crisis looming over his family he was ousted at the ripe age of 16. Living on the streets had taught him a lot of things. 

  

   What started as begging soon now led him to sell pirated movies belonging to pop culture. However, this was just a cover. His specialty was in selling porn. Men and boys as young as 15 flocked to him for steamy DVDs which would provide them their guilty pleasure. He sold all types of genre - BDSM, leather, soft core, hardcore, gangbang and even rape. He controlled the hormones of the entire Chameli Ghat and this very reason made him the unofficial lifeline. No one dared to disrespect him for it meant no more DVDs. Even the local havaldars gave him salaam as a formal respected greeting. Being powerful meant that he could get away with minor and sometimes major law infringements. But his penis was also quite famous in the neighbourhood. Women who had the opportunity of having a date with him would swear the Kama sutra was his Bible. They moaned in ecstasy when gossiping with their fellow envious friends and yearned for his fellatio. He had sex with almost all the beautiful girls and women in the entire Chameli Ghat and was proud of de-virginising many privileged damsels. (To Be Continued.)

   - Sid

   @siddheshgarg

Citizens - A Threat For The Administration?

    With the recent disturbing news stating the interception policies of the U.S senate of the innocent American citizens, it perhaps draws a sharp revelation that the self proclaimed superpower is just a mere oddity. Barack Obama who is the most recognized and popular president, U.S.A ever had has now raised eye brows among the common masses in regards to their privacy. In an era where terrorism is constantly looming over the western shores, perhaps NSA's bid to tap the call durations and numbers of innocent Americans does for a second - raise concerns. Obama who is serving his second term as the president has to face sharp criticism  and dodging behind this blasphemous and unreasonable amendment for reasons to fight against terrorism would certainly not be acceptable.

    Agreed, the global threat does possess an act of panic and alarm, however trust of the citizens is what the government has to possibly be confident over. Concentrating on such absurdity -  call durations, recording connection logs and networking details of common people from U.S website portals such as Facebook, Yahoo, Skype etc. is beyond doubt an act of proclaiming that we the users of Internet are victims of suspicions and distrust. 

It does raise questions on the Obama administration for their uncalled control in private lives of innocent citizens. Julian Assange, notoriously famous for leaking the U.S cables now holds a hope of sympathy and allows him to credit that the administration itself is the greatest threat to the common masses' confidence and belief. 

    Such a whistle blow of the secretive deal between the government and the Verizon telecommunication company is profane and does not present any validity behind their defensive stance on this matter. It also overshadows the fact of capability and milestones covered by Nobel Peace prize winner Obama and produces dubious doubts of his style of running the U.S parliament. We can only hope that the citizens do not bear the brunt of invasion and hard conduct as mandated and immediate steps be taken to counter act this in to immediate dilution.

                                                                                                                                                     Siddhesh                                                                                                                                            @siddheshgarg

All sad and prematurely done

ashen smooth sun kissed skin,
cupped with pain, melancholy. wretched desolation.

intense almond eyes filled with skepticism towards existence
drowning in emptiness and losing everything. .

past creeps every now and then,
like a sudden zephyr warning of a possible quicksand.

reach out for a shoulder and yet find none.

I need no anchor, I need no hand.

This is my ignored karmic life all sad and prematurely done.

I yearned for the alabaster tone, an iota of recognition.

Do I owe this life, questions my wavering mind.

I am just a living zombie, 

all sad and prematurely done.

- Sid

@siddheshgarg