Fact or Fiction -Part 3

Fact or Fiction – Part 3

Uses of the Greek God.

(In no particular order)

@An anti -aging cream- apply at bed time and become 10 years younger overnight

@If you are ever tense, it works as a mind ‘n’ muscle relaxant too

-@self realisation short cut, yogis meditating for centuries ‘n’ yet have not found favour with God can avail of immediate levitation and redemption

@natural sleeping pill, the modern man ‘n’ his tired bones are assured of restful sleep several hours every night or a rejevunating afternoon nap or siesta

@ Brain food, Increases intellectual capabilities. Potential to turn any plain Jack or Jill into genius. No need for almonds, Chywanprash or Horlicks!

@After eights, for the connoisseur of chocolates, the finest chocolate with a soft gooey centre for indulgence after dinner. For those with a sweet tooth, there may be no need to pile on the calories of a dessert. But a statutory warning: Only for adults, ages above 18.

@The best stand -up comedy show, boundless wit ‘n’ humour for those who believe laughter is the best medicine, wordplay rivalling George Carlin’s

@Aphrodisiac-cerebral wine distilled from the Rubaiyat and repackaged for this century by no less than the Persian poet Omar Khayyam

@Diving pools, for water enthusiasts with dare enough to drown, swimmers can expect to feel aroused, enamoured ‘n’ lightheaded all at the same time

@Immersion rod, immerse in water ‘n’ heat it to boiling point in a few seconds

@Wine- highly intoxicating, will keep you in spirits night ‘n’ day ‘n’ won’t even show as alcohol content in your bloodstream. Special boon for Teetotallers ‘n’ drivers!

@Teddy-bear- gives soft hugs ‘n’ cuddles. No need for kids (small or big) to visit a toy shop ever again.

@Heater-warms the surrounding air. On the coldest day be warmed up in a jiffy. Can even double up as hand gloves or mittens, for a more personal touch.

@Ladder-mounted, no mountain or tower is unreachable.

@Drill- can penetrate any surface ‘n’ drill holes in any metal

@Writing Mentor-sure shot recovery from writer’s block. A fountain head spouting inspiration ‘n’ ideas in an ever flowing stream of consciousness

@Battery-Duracell, Never be out of power again, lasts long, really long, keeps on going night ‘n’ day, once turned on.

@ Household upholstery-the softest heart shaped cushion to fall on ‘n’ let go

@A sturdy axis, perfect for gay swinging by kids ‘n’ adults alike

@Cupid’s bows ‘n’ arrows- No one is immune. Leave your girlfriend or boyfriend spellbound. Victory assured in all matters of the heart.

@Burning glass- twin convex lenses can concentrate the sun’s rays, heat up the area and ignite the exposed surface

@knife-the sharpest, can cut anything ‘n’ slice it to the core

Precaution: Best not to use or bring near a monastery or convent. Topless dancing ‘n’ a spontaneous striptease by the residents cannot be ruled out.

*I suggest filing for a patent soon!


“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.”- Leonardo Da Vinci

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Going, Going, Gone

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He’s sitting all still ‘n’ stoic

Could cut the tension in the room with a knife

I tip toe to the couch opposite him

From the corner of his eye

He’s watching my every move

‘You’re too hard!’

“Rather I’m too soft”, she’s thinking out aloud

Don’t make me the bad cop

Fun ‘n’ games is all good

But discipline’s necessary too

Next ensues a staring match

A test of patience ‘n’ resolve

A fierce battle of wills…

One can sniff the suspense in the air

“Ok pretty boy, I give up, you win

You have my heart on a tight leash

Let’s make up

Who can resist your puppy face?

My defeat was a doggone conclusion

No need to whine or whimper

Come on up

Let’s hug it out

Fetch your toy

Come darling, let’s play”

Sloppy kisses

Licking ‘n’ tickling

Nuzzling ‘n’ snuggling


Going, Going, Gone!

“He speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.”-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Can I get a woof-woof!?

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One Fine Day

One Fine Day

I reach the party

Freshly showered ‘n’ shaven

Suited ‘n’ booted

For me tonight’s all about business

More networking  rather than socializing

Just chit chatting, polite ‘n’ official

Lights ‘n’ camera

Loud music ‘n’ chatter

In a sea of skin

Long legs, bare backs ‘n’ off shoulders

A whiff of a perfume wafts from across the room

She makes an entrance

Dressed in a dreamy blue sari

Flattering her better than any body- con

Pristine pure skin

Body sculpted ‘n’ chiseled by the Maker

Her beauty putting every clotheshorse to shame

Making her the cynosure of all eyes

Soft brown curls frame her face ’n’ fall till her shoulders

Black kohled eyes

Blue eyeshadow on her lids

A peach stain on her lips

I spot a lone pimple on her cheek

(Yeah, I’m a man of details ‘n’ cheeky!)

The sparkle of solitaires

The jingle jangle of bangles

Pearl chains dangle down the valley of desire

Shyly clasping her clutch

Big faux baubles weigh on her slender fingers

She seems to be radiating love from every bone ‘n’ sinew

‘Coz the sight of her is taking my breathe away

Our eyes meet

I stare a minute too long

Her pretty forehead creases

Why can’t I take my eyes off her?

A sheepish smile betrays my face

She fiddles her fingers

I twiddle my thumbs

“That’s her! That’s her!”

My insides start screaming

“I recognize you

Long lost lover from another lifetime

Oh! I’m so happy to see you

It’s your lucky day!”

Shush, finger on your lips!

Stop flipping ‘n’ somersaulting!

I scold my inner Romeo

Let’s keep this a secret

Let’s think this through

Are you ready to seal the deal?

The most important of your lifetime

What if she spurns your love ‘n’ turns me away?

“Man, don’t think too much

What are you waiting for?

I’m right behind you

Just take the first step!”

As I’m still pondering

She sneaks upon me

“Hi, I’m Nikita, Do I know you?”


(Fingers crossed)

Just an ordinary day

An extraordinary rendezvous

There’s a twinkle in my eye

‘N’ a spring in my step


“Come on, sweetheart, let’s adore one another before there is no more of you and me.”- Rumi

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Half a Doctor

“Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Dr Geller.”

“Oh.., Sorry Ma’am his OPD is backlogged since the morning, there was an emergency case, he’s in the surgery as we speak. Should be out soon.  But you’ll have to wait.”


I resign to my fate and the ticking clock behind her. So today’s officially a bad day…I have a blog post to write, a  photo character sketch, due by 7 on the Editor’s desk and well in simple words no inspiration. I might as well use the time to try to get some headway on it here, I survey the room to make a beeline for the quietest corner seat among the other waiting patients.

“But Ma’am… his Junior is in, you can see him now.”

“But I regularly see Mr Geller only, you know that Gene”, I remind the receptionist.

Anyways I’m thinking he’s a junior doctor…what is that? At best half a doctor..

“But he’s real good ,” she goes on,”a part of Dr Geller’s team,take a consult,he can give you an initial diagnosis, no special charge, you can see Geller as soon as he’s out of surgery.”

Now I don’t change my doctor unless I really have to…I mean once I feel confident and comfortable with him…it’s all about vibes. But what’s the harm I reckon it’s a free consult…at the least he can help me figure out these test results…which are adding to my already jangled nerves not good either for my health or my writing today.

‘Ok’,I tell her.


‘The Doctor will see you now’, the assistant announces and opens the door.

‘Please come in,What’s the trouble?How can I help you?’

I settle in the chair and look across the table…


-a nice crop of hair, dark brooding eyes, wisdom on his brows

-hands clasped together on the table

-a man about business, image, detail, order and precision

-a clean and crisp air about him

– timeless -ageless…well age is just a number till you’re a senior citizen..

-the suave, quiet, smoldering intellectual

-a repository of knowledge, competent and skilled

-intelligent, professional and sexy without even trying

-a lethal combination of serious and naughty

-eyes which have seen both pain and pleasure in equal measure

-a mischievous smile lurking somewhere behind well..has to keep it in wraps after all it might be too fatal,

– internally engaged in some puzzle or conundrum

-the air of soulful mystery

-Hmm..Far more to the man than meets the eye

– Why doesn’t he smile more?….Ah.. there’s the risk of every patient being smitten..


I hear my mental typewriter inking and printing…

“Miss..! Hello…Are you ok? Do you need a glass of water?”,he asks with concern, breaking me out of my reverie.

(Haha), “No, I need a paper and a pen,”I blurt out, a smile creeping out upon my face for the first time in the day.

“Hunh? What’s the problem?”

“Well, yes, umm…coming to that…”

(Yeah…I’m feeling better already! The clouds are clearing..It might not be such a bad day after all!)


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Fact or Fiction- Part 2

Fact or Fiction -Part 2

Honourable judge,” May I present the following witnesses, they all say they are in close relations with the Greek God. All are staking exclusive claims. Be kind to give them an audience, listen to their testimonies and then decide.”

“Alright, come one by one, in an orderly queue please.”

– The glasses –“We are privy to his innermost thoughts ‘n’ deep penetrating gaze.”

-Spectacle frame,” don’t forget me, for I have the triple privilege, I frame the masterpiece-the beautiful face, sit atop the perfect nose ‘n’ rest over patiently listening ears.”

-The fabric – headily breathing in his scent, “Mmm.., I clothe ‘n’ drape the body of the Greek god, in closest touch with his every pore.”

-The shirt- ‘I sit proud atop firm shoulders ‘n’ fit every cut ‘n’ curve.”

-The shirt collar –“I sit snug on his neck, in tight embrace or in carefree abandon as maybe.”

-The breast pocket on the shirt sighs,” I closely listen to his every heart beat to match mine.”

‘N’ what of the print of his shirt- checks or stripes- “Oh!  Don’t mind us. We don’t really matter, he puts the style in fashion ‘n’ whatever he puts on is in vogue, you see.”

-The buttons on the shirt- “We get tickled silly, pinched by his nimble fingers as each stud is pushed into its slit.”

-The shirt sleeves -roll up in laughter ‘n’ mirth,” We regale ourselves in stories of his wit ‘n’ humour but only at leisure!”

-The watch-“I glide over palm, clasp wrist ‘n’ jingle-jangle with his every moving step. He can’t help but keep in tune ‘n’ time by me. Every hour, minute ‘n’ second of every day.”

-The belt- “I  fasten firmly his smoldering sexuality lest it ignites every combustible man or woman into  exploding flames.”

-The buckle –“I  secure ‘n’ release when need be.”

-The trousers-brown or black, “We ride astride his towering looks.”

-The pockets of trousers –“We are hand in glove with the softest hands, fondled ‘n’ warmed ‘n’ yet can’t help but hide his keys just so that in fishing he rummages to our very depths.”

-The socks –“We soak in the sweat of his hard toils “n’ labor.”

-The shoes- Humbly prostrating in pair, “Ah, we have the rare fortune to be able to reach ,kiss ‘n’ touch his feet.”

– ‘N’ zip, why’re you so quiet? “Well, sorry, I must zip my lips, it’s strictly confidential!”

N there are other unmentionables…

Judge – “Well, let them remain so for now!”

“All compete to beat the best. I can’t be no judge to such supreme qualities ‘n’ relations. Live in peace together!”

“Court dismissed!”



Dear Gentlemen,Greek God or not,the writer hopes you have new found respect for the in animates’  humble origins.Their  candid chattering may however increase the dressing up or dressing down time from now on or perhaps make the mundane more pleasurable…

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Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons

We’re playing roles. Topsy-turvy. Zig and zag. All merry laughter. Giggles and grins. Our feet barely touching the ground.

She’s seemingly in my embrace. But ever sensitive, her mind always a step ahead. I can see danger approaching but she can smell it from a mile.

Ever protecting, caring, her hand gets ready to defend. I arrest it midway. On a fluke, I decide to change the rules of the game. Reckon it’s time to play a bluff or two. Make it more real.

She’s been hard too long. I grab and frame her face firmly with both hands. Pull her in and plant a kiss. Soft and deliberate. I catch her completely unawares.

Still the thinker, she assesses the situation we’re in, syncs in with the twist in plan “Ah, seems wise, why not”. So she gives in. And kisses me back.

Now the lines between real and pretense, sense and in sanity, wise and wacky blur in. Each sucked into a vortex of hunger unleashed. Mmm… we taste surprise and disbelief of a dream coming true. A real treat, slurp!

My hand’s barely in her smooth hair, one minute, slipping onto her shoulder in the next, trying to soften her toughness at the same time. I’m marveled by her special blend of silk and steel. Her hands glides over my skull and soul.

All is silent. Except for collective sighs as water soaks into parched earth.

I’m out of my mind. Eyes threatening to fall out of their sockets.  Even the devil freezes in his advancing steps and retraces.

But she’s still alert, with a corner of an eye on him, slays the demon, knocks me out of my senses and him out of the ball park, by now wacked out of his mind too just witnessing no doubt .Yeah, all in the same sentence and then she moves on.

Was I just kissed by an angel?  Out of breathe. Words fall short…

“That was…”

She turns back to look me in the eyes. Reading struck-stark-stupid.

“Yeah, Wordsmith, come.”

There’s no time now for word play.

However am I going to keep up with her?

I pat my lips to close before any more foolishness is betrayed!

Breathe in, breathe out.



“She was soft as an angel but oh,she could love with the fury of a demon.”-N.R Hart

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