Chapter 3: The Introduction

         As the lady entered into the cab, I took almost a three and four quarter circle and reached for the front row of seats expecting the lady to call me and requesting me to sit with her in the back. But, the lady didn't ask. I sat near  the driver. The drive puts his hand closed, closed his eyes and started offering prayer. That continued for next 10 minutes. Then he opened his eyes and touched the dashboard where a photo frame of Lord Hanuman is there. He touched the dashboard and touched his forehead. He did this three times and did the same with the steering wheel too. I got irritated when he bent his head and put it on the steering wheel and started whispering something. But, before I blow out, he put the ignition switch on and the cab brought to life. The AC turned on and our Chevrolet Tavera started rolling. For the first 15 minutes of ride, I remained silent until the lady started the conversation.

"So, where you stay in Golakhpur" The lady asked.

I told my address and she promptly said my father's name and relates her as a long distant cousin of our family. I kept myself silent  as I didn't want to ruin my 26 yrs of effort to make a good and clean profile in my village any more. Silence engulfed us for next 10 minutes until the lady broke it again.

"I think, we have not introduced ourselves. Whats your name" The lady asked.

"Vijay" I said and gave my hand for shake.

The lady shook hand and said "I am Nikita.".

With this, our first physical touch happened. Her hand was too soft.

"What you do Vijay" the lady asked.

"I work in a software firm in Callifornia" I said with "Callifornia" in stress to get an importance of being an NRI. But she didn't give a damn notice and responded unexpectedly.

"Oh, you work.  I thought you are college goer. You are seriously looking like a kid". 

She said with a sweet smile on her face.

But my brain didn't notice the sweetness in that smile.The hilarious statement made the adrenalin to rush in my blood, the heart beats faster, blood pressure rises and ears turned red in anger. My brain shouted at me "How can she say this.It's a question to your manliness". Brain suggested me to go tit for tat. So I asked "What you do".

"I am a housewife. My husband works in Singapore. And, I have a 2 yrs Kid". She answered.

Now the ball is in my court. So I responded " then you must not be old enough. I thought you are much senior to me".

"Yes I am. I am 33 , much older than you"? the lady said.

That answer made me dumb. How a women of 33 can be so bold and stunning, so beautiful? Her husband must be a lucky one, I thought.

I kept on looking at her with anxiousness on my face.

She was searching something in her bag. I asked "Are you really 33? Don't take me bad but frankly your looks doesn't reveal that"

The lady looked up ,gave me a smile and said "Thanks for the compliment. Anyways, whats yours?"

"I am only 26". I said.

She burst into laughter and said "You are really a kid, then". And, she got busy in searching something in her purse again.

I reciprocated and gave a smile but she didn't notice.

We remained silent.

          Then suddenly the silence broke with a song played in the DVD player of the cab. The song started 

                "Barsat ke mousam me, tanhai ke alam me, me gahr se nikal aaya, 

                 botal bhi sath laya...................................................................................".

         I smiled as I heard the song and prompted to increase the volume. This time, the lady noticed my smile and said "make me smile too. What your brain is cooking?".

I looked at her and said "Its cooking nothing. The song just reminded something".

"Something interesting, I guess. You can share. We have a long journey" The lady said.

"Its interesting. But, you will get bored I think. It is about my college days, my friends and their love stories" I said.

"Wow, love stories. thats good. I must say, I will not get bored. You can share" The lady insisted.

So I took a deep breath and got prepared to narrate the story......

Chapter 2: Golakhpur, The Village

         Golakhpur, a small village in the outskirt of Mumbai has a population density of 10 man per sq. ft. Everybody knows each other and everyone knows me as I am the one  among few engineers produced by my village. And, I am now an NRI. That made me an icon in my village. Every parent now gives my example to their children to become like me. I am almost a great man back there in my village. 

        Golkahpur is not typically the one village that children draw in their drawing classes when asked to draw a picture of village. Golakahpur has no more those people with dhoti and bare body, small huts, bullock carts, farming lands, children playing gilli-danda and all. The village had all these when I was a child. But now all the roads are converted from soiled ones to cemented ones, thanks to Prime minister Village Road Construction Plan. People are no more wearing the traditional dhoti-kurta rather preferring jeans and T-shirts. Most of the farming lands have no farming but have big banners of foreigner investors. The people who sold their land to the builders and industrialists have converted their huts to three storied buildings with less or zero architectural beauty. Most of the bullock carts are vanished and each family has now a Hero-Honda bike at least. I remember when I started going school; it was only two scooters and one ambassador car in the village. One of the scooter belonged to my dad and the other one was owned by Shiva's family. Dad was a bank manager and in free time he also taught at the school. He was very famous among villagers for his helping nature and free financial advices. When I used to walk with my father in village, I have hardly seen anyone passes us without talking or thanking dad for one or other reasons. We used to have a building at that time in the village. Among other two buildings, one was Shiva's and the other one was anonymous. The anonymous building was a huge one with an ambassador parked outside. No one lived there as long as I stayed in the village. I saw nobody in that huge palace. I remember dad said once that the owner of the palace was a very talented man and builds buildings in Bombay. He lives and works there. The huge palace is his farm house. Shiva's house was also a building like us. Shiva's father was a social worker and a good man. He and dad are good friends and so as we. He and dad always take different initiative for the betterment of the village and they also rope the palace owner for financing. I also heard that the man in the palace is a very good man and always ready for help. I have also heard that he has a beautiful daughter and she studies at a convent school in Bombay. But i never saw the man or his beautiful daughter. From last 10 years I am out of my village but mom says each and every happening of my village to me. Through this only, I have been in touch with my village being so far away.

             Shiva and I born in the same year in the spring of 1983. Shiva is actually older to me by 3 days 33 seconds precisely. We started almost everything at the same time. Mom says, we started talking on the same day, learn walking on the same day, started school together. As far as my brain memorizes, I have Shiva with me always. We studied together, played together in the village pond, eve teasing the village girls together, almost everything together. After we completed 10 yrs of schooling in the village we came to Bombay and never looked back. We completed our intermediate and then joined B tech. And, out jolly good days started.

Landing Continued.....

          The air-conditioned airport lounge couldn't stop the sweat coming out of my head. I hardly remember whether in last three years i had experienced the sweat. I moved towards the exit and stopped at the prepaid taxi counter. There was a big queue in the counter and the man in the counter was too slow to execute. My analytical brain started calculating the approximate time it would take to get a ticket if i will join the queue and my calculation said it could not be less than  60 minutes. I was not in a mood to spend my valuable time waiting in the queue. So, i started searching for a bakra (person) who could get me a ticket and my search ended at a girl , better is woman, standing second in the queue. I rushed towards her and said: "Excuse me maa'm".

The lady turned towards me with her long hair splitting in the air.I got stunned with her beauty. She was wearing a saree of magenta colour having black boarders. She had a sindur at her forehead revealing her to be a married one. She had bangles all over her hand and the slightest movement of her created a fabulous wave of sound. Her brown colored hair was pulled back and fastened loosely with a butterfly shaped small claw clip of the same color as of the saree. Her tip-toed heals multiplied her beauty by adding extra 2' to her height. I kept on gazing at her when she talked to the man in the counter, passed the money and got the ticket. She was out of the queue and then i got my consciousness.

"Yes, do you need anything?" The lady asked me preparing to come out of the queue.

"Hmmm, yesssss. But, its ok. No problem. I just needed a favor to have a ticket for me" I replied.

"Oops! sorry. i am out of the queue. Where you want to go?" The lady asked.

"Golakhpur" I said.

"Go-lakh-pur, You wanna go golakhpur" She exclaimed.

"Yes, whats the matter with that? Do they not issue tickets for that?" I replied with one side of my mouth curling up stealing a smile.

"No, thats not the thing; i am just thinking i am also going in that direction and you can come in my cab" The lady said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you but no thanks, you must have a family with you and i don't want me to end as an unintended guest" i said.

The lady burst into laugher and said "No, i am alone and if someone can accompany me in the long journey, it will be safe and better. Anyways, we are from same village"

         I agreed as i didn't want to miss the chance of having a company of beautiful lady for the journey though my consciousness warned me a lot being the lady married. We came out of the airport lounge and waited for our cab. I preferred standing behind her to invent her beauty that i missed in the queue. The lady has a fabulous curve close to an hour glass. She has just perfect waist, may not be zero but perfect enough to give her a slim look. She was endowed with well shaped hips which are ideal enough to carry off her saree elegantly. Her low-hip saree draping exposing the waist was sexy enough. Adding to that, the low back noodle-strapped blouse has exposed her fair skinned back.The loosened pallo of her saree was playing hide and seek with me to see her back.

          Then suddenly a cab entered with a blow of hot air. The cab did two things to me. First, it thrashed a stream of hot air which blew the loosened pallo of the lady against my face and I smelled her; the clean,crisp,naughty,sensuous smell of D&G's pour femme. I almost lost in that smell. Then the cab did the second thing, honked us badly and the ear-spilling sound broke my concentration. I shouted "Fuck off". The lady turned back with mouth open and asked "What?"

I thought my impression has almost gone. So without much delay i said " I am sorry, I am really very very sorry"

The lady smiled and said "Its ok. But keep in mind, Its INDIA."

I smiled too.

The driver came out and put her luggage in the cab. I helped myself.

And, the journey started....to Golakhpur.

 

Chapter 1: Landing

“Krupya apne kursi ki peti bandhle. Hum Mumbai anarashstiya hawaiadde pe kuchi der me utarne bale hen. Bahar ki tapmatra 42 degree centrigrade ebam aadrata 32 he. Hum aasha karte hen ke aapki yatra hamare sath sukhdayi rahi.Dhanyabad. ” 

        As the lines strikes my ear drum, I opened my eyes and tried to make my ears extra wide to let the announcement finds its way to my brain but thanks to the “Singapore sling” and heavy continental meal, my sleepy brain doesn’t allow that and the announcement was all over in all three languages. What I could hear was only the last one and in Hindi. “Fuck you”, my brain said and ordered me to go to the sleep again and enjoy the erotic dreams of having the sexiest air hostess of the flight cabin in my bed. But, the consciousness forced me to wake up and asked for the announcement. I woke up but didn’t ask. Seeing the co-passenger I understood the announcement was for final land. I got excited. At last, after traveling from last 26 hours, I will land in INDIA, my country, my Land. I got thrilled. Someone interrupted me in my excitement. I turned my head and a sweet, nice air-hostess with her orchestrated smile said “Please open the window sir, we will land soon”. I opened it, tied my seat belt and saw my land 1500 ft above. And, started dreaming with open eyes; how will be everything back there in INDIA?

         My cool dad, mom, Rahul, Siva, Soumya and most important Shravani.

         How will they react in seeing me suddenly?

         How will be Rahul and Soumya?

         How many kids they will have?

         How will be Siva? How will be his sex life?

         How will be shravani, how will she look like? Does her lips so pink as I have imagined in my dreams? Is            she will be that sexy that my dirty mind has expected.

        What will I do in the first meet? Should I hug and kiss her like west or simply say ‘Hi’ as east.

        All theses thoughts filled my mind, I got emotional. The sudden jerk brings me back from my sweet thoughts to the Flight cabin and I ensured we have touched land. In 20 minutes, the flight came to stop. My excitement was increasing in an exponential rate. I pulled my cabin luggage and rushed to the door, said bye to all the air-hostesses, who entertained me during the whole journey, and get out of the flight. I took a deep breath and saw sweat coming out of my head. I collected my luggage and rushed to the exit. 

My Story

As the famous say goes,

"Love is patience and kind.

It is never jealous.

Love is never boastful or conceited.

It is never rude or selfish.

It doesn't take offence and is not resentful.

Love takes no pleasure in other people's sin but delights in the truth. Its always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes."

I, Rahul and Shiva the three best frinds, legs of a fucking tripod, tried hard to find the one "What Love is".

Struggled badly to fall in love.

But, couldn't succeed.

Is the thing Love can go alone?

Or it always comes combo with sex?

Can love be expressed with out any physical gesture ?

Is being physically involved the only way to show your love?

Does true love demand your partner to be virgin.



See how relationships can drastically change in your life when both love and sex comes to you. How sex-appeal can break Rahul's heart and how sex can make me strong enough. How sex makes Shiva see the naked truth of life.