Sideeffects Of Recession

I was transferred by my employer to a remote location, it was recession,

 So there was no scope for alternate vocation,

 I bit the bullet and drove my old red Corvett,

 I was sure my new assignment would be straight jacket,

 It was like sucking air through tooth cavity,

 you suck despite of the pain,

 Ohh i hate this city.... Hate its never ending rain.....

 I sit on my cranky corner chair,

 the dripping droplets from the vibrating AC,

 wants me to pull my hair, my super pessimisim had killed all the novelty in the air,

 Suddenly there appears an angle sitting adjacent to my cranky chair,

 Deep brown hazel eyes, which would make any commited man to rattle lies,

 Incandacent soft tanned skin, just like golden sand wrapped in Muslin,

 Lips like cuppie cake dipped in melted chocolate,

Dazzling curls dangling down her shoulders,

 She was discussing financial and ratios with co-bankers,

It felt like water flowing through a rocky river bed,

That moment i decided i am gonna ask out this mermaid,

Our friendship grew.... Suddenly the shady office felt cozy and new,

 I mustered some courage, spent a sixty thousand Rs on a sparkling necklace,

We met at Christies for dinner date, i wonered why she invited our Country head,

Moments later she introduced him as her fiancee,

My only concern was the resale value of the necklace and the credit card bill,

As a banker concepts like valuations and return on investment are deep rooted within us,

She was my motivation to survive in that hostile location,

Now that alice is gone......i packed my bags...... Was about to wrapup ....

 Then i saw a sharpe looking brunette in glasses in our legal dept,

 I checked the necklace in my bag...

My romance with this city and shady office continues.....              

Your Partners Best friend.& Your Worst Nightmare!...

            

Before I scribble & write stories, let me tell you I am a peace loving, cold blooded, warm hearted beast( this name is a gift from my girlfriend’s best friend).

She is always that itch, which on scratching turns the skin red, staying with her is like sucking air inside the mouth & exposing it to the cavity, you know it will give you a bad ache still you can’t help sucking the dam air in. Now many of you might feel I am being a hypocrite, I start this piece by saying I am cold blooded, but I have used some adjectives  to decorate my 'Girlfriend’s best friend' 's character which might on surface showcase I am short tempered. But I am not targeting a specific person, it’s only a designation given by your girl/boy (These character have been detected in both the sexes)

They are a different breed they always feel as if you are acquiring a controlling stake in their best friend, which they had acquired in a creeping manner, they still have the urge to manipulate mind of their best friend, and showcase her/him  the plethora of options she/he is missing on. You might feel that I am an insecure person, trying to live in shadow of fear, I am not… actually you are never really concerned about actions of your gf/bf’s best friend… you are mad with the poke-dokie it plays with your time & eats into those healthy , romantic & sweet dates.

One thing I have seen the best friend always has series of failed relationships, for which they tend to blame the entire male/female community. Invariably they are single when you are seeing their best friend & when eventually you break up with your girl or a boy sprouts of love, green shoot’s of romance suddenly emerged in there wretched love lives, & they come to you to thank you to say, “ Thanks you taught me the meaning of Love”, & you feel Thank You… but No THANK YOU!..... And on surface what you do is just pass a smile!...

Coz ….Girlfriends will be Girlfriends

I was taken back when my ex-girlfriend said, “I always felt that one day a dream Merchant would come long riding on a white horse and take me away, and then I met you”, I could have easily gone into my shell and nodded, but I had to make a comeback as if the entire male fraternity’s fate rested on what I came in the next 30 seconds, I used all my possible wits and replied , “ Honey , every girl from Princess to Ugly Duckling dream’s of Prince Charming! “.
Women are never (for lack of a better word) satisfied, with what they have, for them grass on the other lady’s side is green lush Center court of Wimbledon whereas they always feel they are battling on dry clay surface of Roland Garos surface. Women have this tendency to complain right from the dessert’s served on their plate or the men they date.
Change is evident and eminent in your life, as you enter depths of a relationship, as long as this change stays in realms of inculcation of good habits, you are on the right track but the moment you feel this radical change is transforming you into a person which you are not and don’t enjoy being , you should concur that you might get derailed any day.
I am not trying to be a Male Chauvinist ( I hate to use the word Pig, as I don’t know if Chivalry and Chauvinism run into the entire spectrum of animal kingdom) but the above mentioned syndrome is true and even a female can be victim of similar attitude by men.
Talking about chauvinism it’s a favorite 10 letter word, which every second female has in her dictionary, and women take pride in making maximum use of it even on a remotest opportunity they get. I am not part of some anti women bashing forum, but I am trying to analyze some of the nasty habits of stronger sex( I have no doubt that women are emotionally much more stronger than men).
Another habit that girlfriends posses is their ability to bitch about other women, especially in front of their boyfriends, they derive this immense pleasure in contemplating and commenting on other female’s wretched lives. You will seldom see two females being very good friend without a profit motive being involved.

PS: The incident at the start of the post is purely an imaginary incident, and has got nothing to do with any person living or dead. Neither inspired from my personal life.

Companion

Sleeping on the sand,
Gazing at the sea,
I guess how my companion would be?

Would she be beautiful?
Would she be charming?
Or am I too demanding?My desperate thoughts are really alarming!

I would love to weep on her shoulder,
That’s how, we would get older,
Just like wine,
Sweet and fine!

Would she be compassionate or just passionate?
Would she be cruel,?
Oh! That would act like a fuel!
I guess my mind is wandering too much!
But how much is too much?
Will she offer me some words of wisdom?
Or will she be Totally engrossed in ruling her own little Kingdom.

Would she quarrel and fight?
Or just turn of the lights,
And kiss me good night,
Please God show, me her one glimpse,
One sight!
You think, I’ve lost my mind?
If you think so you are really generous and kind
I think ,I will just shut-up till I find!