The Luck SUCKS....srsly...I mean how do i manage to screw up everytime...Sitting in Hyderabad today nd cursing my luck won't just do, I realised as it happened again. How often would you have to leave your share of golden moments to clear up somebody else's shit just because You know how to wipe asses and nobody else does around you does. It was a sucker of a luck when i imagined Nauman today sitting in Amsterdam, nd I jotting my guts down here in obscurity. Aah..i can't belive I had to be in FrankFurt by morning and Amsterdam by now but as always....my LUCK just sucks and funniest part was everybody said it. Staring blankly at the phone, I had the urge to dial the number i dreaded to dial. Its a strange device and a crazy gadget I wondered, my life was so uncomplicated without it.
I mean how could anybody imagine about it, just figure yourself standing 15 years in past and somebody coming up to you says, Hey Dude, take this gadget, with this you can be present anywhere and can disturb anybody anytime with anything you want.
But anyways, being in the future and giving the invention it's due respect I dialled the number. "Hi", it said from the other end, "I thought you would never call, I am glad you did". I just could'nt belive what I was doing but then I just played on, i was choked of my luck to think any further, "No, it isn't that, it's just that I have been very busy of late and just could'nt contact."
"Anyways I was searching for a local guide and was hoping you could find me a tour around, good that you have time for old friends as well, I badly needed a company".
"HussainSagar is a nice place to see, would see you at 5'o clock probably".
I just watched myself in the mirror, my belly seemed inflated as if with ego on me or maybe carried the dirtload of all the crap i had been stuffing it with and then picked up the watch. It was 11'o clock and i needed a streaming hot coffee. A Glance back at my bed was my way to curse my fortune or rather marvel at it, maybe God wanted me to stay back so that i could understand that I was still game. The booty at my bed was a witness to it and I could'nt just think otherwise. She wanted me to return to bed but I had a coffee to catch rather than giving Missionary advises anymore, as a sense of gratitude I prepared it for her but something was there in that coffee which made her eyes full of flowing rivers. I smelled the beans and decided to buy a different set next time.
"4 Years we have been together", she said. "But the vision of life we saw, the promises he did to me and the agony which i went through has all been farce. I have been faking my life all through it". The emotions were running heavy in the room and ideally i need to reassure her that it was nothing we did wrong, but the situation just made me ponder over the worthlessness and the farcical nature of the time with which she had moved to my bed after meeting me after a long time. I decided to take mine and her conscience head-on. "Then why did you do this? Do you have any answers for it, does your actions depend over some other soul's discretion? Or is there some voice within you which drove you to my bed?". i thought I had made her speechless, "You are as naked on the bed as I am, do I need to carry the burden of a lady in reality check or is it just your chauvinistic candour which would get the credit".
Frankly speaking I never thought she had brains, but what rattled me the most was her balls on display. I agree a man's balls are smaller than a woman maybe but their strategic location on the body somehow makes them genetically superior to the lady's assets. well, the point here was that I was rattled but as i had to retort I just shot back, "Sorry for not having a commitment, If i had one and broke it as blatantly as you, maybe you would feel better".
Needless to say, she broke down. The Hornet's Nest was stirred, The Pandora's Box was open and this was my motive. Her motive always was to get over with her frustations of a love affair gone bad, to forget a crappy bed and to lie across to a new body, an odour with which she was aware. We both had our agenda's, it was her turn to act missionary now, albeit in a different context.
"What do you want, Why did you meet me afterall, I thought you knew why i wanted to meet you".
"Yes, I knew and i wanted you to lie down here and then tell me what made you cheat on your boyfriend".
"Okay then I think I owe you this one, because you gave in to my request and helped me out of what I thought was Love but somehow always smelled treason".
I mean how could anybody imagine about it, just figure yourself standing 15 years in past and somebody coming up to you says, Hey Dude, take this gadget, with this you can be present anywhere and can disturb anybody anytime with anything you want.
But anyways, being in the future and giving the invention it's due respect I dialled the number. "Hi", it said from the other end, "I thought you would never call, I am glad you did". I just could'nt belive what I was doing but then I just played on, i was choked of my luck to think any further, "No, it isn't that, it's just that I have been very busy of late and just could'nt contact."
"Anyways I was searching for a local guide and was hoping you could find me a tour around, good that you have time for old friends as well, I badly needed a company".
"HussainSagar is a nice place to see, would see you at 5'o clock probably".
I just watched myself in the mirror, my belly seemed inflated as if with ego on me or maybe carried the dirtload of all the crap i had been stuffing it with and then picked up the watch. It was 11'o clock and i needed a streaming hot coffee. A Glance back at my bed was my way to curse my fortune or rather marvel at it, maybe God wanted me to stay back so that i could understand that I was still game. The booty at my bed was a witness to it and I could'nt just think otherwise. She wanted me to return to bed but I had a coffee to catch rather than giving Missionary advises anymore, as a sense of gratitude I prepared it for her but something was there in that coffee which made her eyes full of flowing rivers. I smelled the beans and decided to buy a different set next time.
"4 Years we have been together", she said. "But the vision of life we saw, the promises he did to me and the agony which i went through has all been farce. I have been faking my life all through it". The emotions were running heavy in the room and ideally i need to reassure her that it was nothing we did wrong, but the situation just made me ponder over the worthlessness and the farcical nature of the time with which she had moved to my bed after meeting me after a long time. I decided to take mine and her conscience head-on. "Then why did you do this? Do you have any answers for it, does your actions depend over some other soul's discretion? Or is there some voice within you which drove you to my bed?". i thought I had made her speechless, "You are as naked on the bed as I am, do I need to carry the burden of a lady in reality check or is it just your chauvinistic candour which would get the credit".
Frankly speaking I never thought she had brains, but what rattled me the most was her balls on display. I agree a man's balls are smaller than a woman maybe but their strategic location on the body somehow makes them genetically superior to the lady's assets. well, the point here was that I was rattled but as i had to retort I just shot back, "Sorry for not having a commitment, If i had one and broke it as blatantly as you, maybe you would feel better".
Needless to say, she broke down. The Hornet's Nest was stirred, The Pandora's Box was open and this was my motive. Her motive always was to get over with her frustations of a love affair gone bad, to forget a crappy bed and to lie across to a new body, an odour with which she was aware. We both had our agenda's, it was her turn to act missionary now, albeit in a different context.
"What do you want, Why did you meet me afterall, I thought you knew why i wanted to meet you".
"Yes, I knew and i wanted you to lie down here and then tell me what made you cheat on your boyfriend".
"Okay then I think I owe you this one, because you gave in to my request and helped me out of what I thought was Love but somehow always smelled treason".
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interesting story
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