Sunday, July 3, 2011

All Guys Are The Same?!

She stood in the evening light, as if the light was coming from her own body, from her bosoms and eyes and where her dress had been. He couldn’t wait. He brought his face closer to her. His eyes speaking a million things, his sweaty forehead speaking about his situation. She smiled. His hands were shaking. He arched with her nakedness. Suddenly he felt something very soft and wet on his lips. He felt a charge developing inside his body. He kissed her ravenously, devouring his neck and earlobes. He mustered courage and gathered enough power to put his hands behind her back and broke free with muscular ease, unhooked her bra, and with composed expertise caressed her bosom. She sighed. Their hearts were pumping very fast and beats were loud. She touched him with her shaking and warm hands. He sighed. His hands were now going down. He jerked. She felt his breath stop and something deep inside her bloomed making her bold. She eased her hands down his belly to his bulging erection and cupped him through his jeans. "I want all of you this time," she whispered in a voice she nearly didn't recognize as her own. "Everything you've got to give me." She had her eyes close; and wanting to enjoy this moment to the fullest.
"Wider," he murmured, pushing her thighs apart. His mind had stopped working and he was full of lust now. Testosterone had gained full control over him. The secrets of her femininity lay bare in front of him; the sweet scent of her arousal filled his head. He rubbed his right thumb down the center of her, circling the exposed bead, then plunging into her glistening moistness. He was shivering. Badly
She arched against him reaching for him. "I want to touch you." He moved slightly to grant her access, and her hands slipped around him, adoring him with her touch.

“What are you doing, Naveen?” These words were so powerful. Powerful enough to break my fantasy. I  froze; petrified. “Take your hand out of your pants. Damn it, this is a college, have some manners.” For me, this was the biggest embarrassment I could ever face. ‘I’m screwed, librarian has spotted me.’ I said it aloud in my mind. Slowly, I took my right hand out of my pants. Turned around. Again froze. Eyes wide open. “What the hell? What are you doing here? Who allowed you here?” I was shocked to see him standing in front of me in the college library. Lebnox was here.

“Why were you following me? I mean, do you always follow me? Train? College?” I needed an answer this time. “Boy, I’ll come running every time I feel you’re up to something that you’re not supposed to do.” He replied back. Smiling. “What? What do you think of yourself? Who hired you? How come the guard let you in the college?” I again demanded answers. “Don’t worry about those things, Naveen. No one can spot me here. And I’m not gonna let you go without answering a few of my questions.” And he sat down.

“Not again! I’m in no mood to listen to your boring philosophies.” I sighed. “Do you think you have options?” He said while looking over to that magazine, I was caught reading. Goosebumps. “What is it?” I asked. A bit frustrated. Just then my cell phone beeped. SMS. I kept it back after reading and replying and looked up to him. He had noticed my smile. A diabolic grin appeared on his face. “What is that magazine that you were reading? Weren’t you afraid that someone will spot you fantasizing here?” The question scared me. “The place where I was sitting is fully isolated. No one goes there. That’s why I was shocked. And even more shocked to find you there. And err..umm.. the magazine isObject of Desire.” I still can’t believe I actually told him the name of magazine. I must have been some exceptional kind of idiot. I still am, I guess.

He started laughing. Anybody would have laughed at my reply. Everything happening was so embarrassing, I tell you.
“Mate, you know what? It’s not entirely your fault. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend?” Lebnox was in a total mood to mock me. I thought he’d guessed it after seeing me smile at the SMS. “Why? What does me having a girlfriend has to do here?” “General question. Passing the time, you know.” He winked. I could sense a storm approaching. “Umm.. Yes.” “Nice. Now tell me, do you love her?” I again froze. What kind of question was that? I mean if I have a girlfriend, I must be in love, right?“Yes, I do.” I replied super confidently. “Do you even know what love is, mate?” This was enough. He was making my gorge rise. “Enough. I am leaving. You appear out of nowhere. Ask questions that are not relevant. I’m late for class.” I noticed him laughing, adding fuel to the fire. “Sit down mate, you don’t even know which class is going on and what is next and what are the timings. You are going nowhere.” He replied. I mean how can one be so jobless? “I’m not jobless. My job is to keep your life on track. And yes, you said that aloud.” Shit.

“Yes, I know what love is. I have seen thousands of movies and read quite a few books on love. So please don’t teach me what love is as I don’t want to know.” I was almost screaming. The most irritating part was, he was enjoying all of this. “Okay, I’ll not say anything. Rather, I’ll listen to you, tell me what all you know about love.” My vocal chords stopped working. My mind went numb. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. “Love is…” I tried to speak. “..something surreal.” I stopped. I mean I couldn’t speak anymore. “Wow, quite an answer that was. When did you realize that you’re in love with her?” Why the hell was he enjoying so much!!

“I mean she is sort of hot and stuff. I feel good with her. She makes me happy. I like her company!” He was almost laughing on hearing this. Why?! “Have you kissed her?” “No yaar, I’m wait…. Err.. Umm.. What the heck? What are you asking?” Shit. What had I done?! “That’s what I wanted to know. Does she know all this? Why did she accept your proposal?” I had to compensate. I had to give a convincing answer. “She smiled when I proposed her. She said yes without much ado. And she added,I’m different. Rest all guys are the same.

His expressions were enigmatic. Either he had won a world cup or he was fuming with anger. I didn’t know. “She is wrong, Naveen. You actually belong to that group. That is the bitter truth.” His smile had vanished. That was not a good sign. Nothing was, actually. “What? We’ve met only twice, you don’t even know me.” “I know you more than you know about yourself.” Goosebumps. “And I’m here to tell you a few facts, and I hope you’ll follow them.” Goosebumps. “You know why girls say all guys are the same?” It was my turn to answer. “Yes, because they think all guys think about sex all the time.” “And?” He was expecting more. “I.. I think girls are wrong. Not all guys.” He was not convinced. “See Naveen. Over the years, effect of west has grown exponentially in our country. Young generation has been the biggest affected group. And there is a difference as well. Guys watch more and more Hollywood movies and many get inspired by the activities shown in them. Not all, I must add. On the other hand, girls watch Hollywood movies and many get inspired by the looks shown in them. Not all, again.

I really didn’t know where the hell was he going??!! “So the problem is, watching or reading excessive porn is quite harmful. It pollutes your mind to a great extent; when you see a girl, you start imagining lot of stuff. Stuff that you shouldn’t imagine. And in that process, you look at her with such luscious eyes, that girl starts feeling uncomfortable.” He continued. That is actually the truth, I guess. I had to face it.

Many of you look at the cleavage and the bosoms before even making an eye contact. Tell me how that girl is supposed to behave? Why, in many places, they have separate seating arrangement for girls? Why the metro train has a separate coach for ladies? Answer is simple; some guys cannot handle a girl standing next to them. They are desperate.  And why desperate? Excessive porn, my friend! Watching it quite a few times a day, increases the level of testosterone in a guy and all he can think of is sex. And you, you too are a victim, Naveen. You have made a girlfriend just to get laid with her, nothing else. Accept it.” I almost fell on the floor. Somehow, I knew deep inside, he was somewhat correct. I was wrong. “The day you stop watching girls with lusty eyes, stop assuming them as your object of desire and start respecting them and giving them the equality they deserve, will be the day where you’ll see a huge change around you.” The last line gave me confidence. I could now at least make an eye contact with him. He was in full flow today. “Also, the day you stop watching porn, will be the day you’ll secure a healthy and problem free future.” He said looking at my pants. Man, I wanted to kill him. How could he be so brutal??!!

“What should I do then?” I gathered courage and asked. “It’s time. Go attend your lecture. Be honest with your girl, and love her. Stop thinking about sex all the time. Even if you don’t, just remember this. And if you want to know how you can do this? Stop watching porn.” I had been looking down all the while. My watch was screaming that I was late for the lecture. I got up and I could see nobody in front of me. I looked around; again, nobody. Damn it! Was I dreaming?!?!

A few points:
1)      All guys are NOT the same.
2)      Even if they were, now they won’t be.
3)      There was no use of that sex scene in the beginning.
4)      The writer wrote it just to flaunt his writing skills.
5)      He does not write porn and nor promotes it.
6)      Naveen is a good guy; just sometimes he is caught doing wrong things.

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