The Diary

He had gone to meet his mentor to say goodbye.Though he didn't like to admit it, he had come today in the hope of seeing her.But in her place was an extraordinarily beautiful girl.Strangely he didn't feel drawn to her.He had always found it difficult to like women aware of their own beauty.The mentor was an old man and he enjoyed his role of guiding the younger generation.While they were talking, she came in and couldn't hide her surprise at seeing him.As before, he had trouble recognising her.She seemed different each time he saw her.She had sandlewood paste smeared on her forehead .Who on earth could match a beautiful malayali girl? She radiated beauty and grace and looked like an innocent girl just out of the country.
He continued talking to the old man and she to the beautiful girl but they were always aware of the other in the periphery of their vision.Presently the old man had to attend a call.He maneouvered to be at the blind spot of the beautiful girl and looked at Indu who was staring at the floor.At last she looked up and he smiled at her arching his eyebows upwards in a playful manner.She smiled shyly back as usual and quickly looked away.She might not have been aware that the other girl could not see him.He could have told her then that he was leaving and they would never see each other again.But somehow he couldn't bring himself to do it and destroy the magic of the moment.As always, on coming out his mind milled with a thousand things to say to her.When he walked back to the car his heart was already heavy with longing.

The Ladies..

I don't know the exact reason why but I prefer reading blogs by the opposite sex. Maybe it's because they write from a different perspective and are able to express their emotions better.Gorgeous is an old hand at blogging and right from the first post she has been bang on target.All her posts without exception are of a high standard and her descriptive prowess have to be read to be believed.Sheetal writes with a bubbly enthusiasm that I hope stays with her....he he.She reminds me a lot of my younger days and engages in dissapearing acts and writes superficially,just like moi .I strongly believe she takes inspiration from me. ;)No venturing into the deep waters of emotional turmoil or auto psychoanalysis for us!!But I suspect she's more honest and ofcourse nowhere near as devious as me.My latest female addiction is Speed whose writing is similar to G's and ofcourse just as popular.Both are brutally honest and write things I could never have the courage to divulge even if Im clothed in anonymity.Those might be the ingredients after all, brutal honesty and no beating around the bush, that makes all these ladies delighting to read!

To the eidolon in the Zen....

I was gifted a "metal" casette consisting of some songs in the mid 80s,mostly rock and disco, maybe when I was stilla kid.None of the songs are titled so just for fun I typed in the first line of my fav song in the collection "I feel the earth move under my feet"
in "Yahoo"...Before an hour was up I was listening to the mp3 of "I feel the earth move" by Martika ...wholesome disco rock,whatever that means!!Shes got that raunchy voice that really turns me on!!This song is really great to shake a leg or two.

With the onset of monsoons, comes the play of light and rain.The sky one moment dark,cold and brooding,the next moment ablaze with light!!And the rain always gentle after that initial torrent has wiped the city clean of its dirt.
.This morning,was such a glorious day and my car was bang in the busy intersection waiting to turn right.Typical Indian road scene..lots of hooting, horning, swearing.Cars were slowly coming from the opposite direction while a traffic policeman was doing what he can.I was the first in my lane and having the luxury of watching the full chaos in the junction, was watching detachedly the cars ambling along.A white Zen was coming towards me and there was a very pretty gal inside.Her car had the red cross sticker,so she must be a doc?!She had bobbed hair and was more beautiful coming closer.Wait a minute ,do I know her? I kept looking(not staring;) ) at her trying to figure out .She was looking back at me the whole time and suddenly the hint of a smile flickered across her lips.And finally when she passed me we were incredibly smiling at each other,together.

Of course the entire episode lasted hardly five seconds,but by Lucifer, to imagine this happening in a city full of dead people with necrotized minds.Well even if we were to assume that smiling at guys in cars at intersections was her favourite fetish ,i still think it's incredible.Short,sweet and highly uplifting...wish all relationships were like this!!

Her face,amazingly, I cannot recollect anymore but her gesture, for whatever reason,still leaves me uncomfortably happy....