The Dogs Bark

Orbital veracity has confessed with ocular evidence that nights are over at the pleasant arrival of flaming daylight and so is the grief over abundance. - Gaurang Sheth

The Dogs Bark 

Narrator Vishu, Age 14, Place Mumbai.

The darkness of that night was only visible all around me.  Ache of the unlit flavour assisted with howling cry of the dogs was turning the eventful evening into a bland night. After a delectable evening with bosom buddies, night was set to pitiful state. Alone in the mission I was heading back, overlooking the emotions of the darkness, in following my own rhythm reached at avenue through the pavements about to get inside the compound.  

Sudden large woof stumbled on me for a second. There was a black Bakharwal dog was barking on me. Predominantly not afraid of street dogs I kept walking my pathway. To my surprise, he followed me with breathless barking as if he is going to bite me. Never experienced that before from the dog I was now little scared stiff trying to scare the dog away. I was more agitated seeing the dog coming back at me again and again after few back steps. Somehow took the other long side of the road and got away to ploughed inside my house from that tensed locale. But that episode took over my mind for considerable while.

The chapter continued the next day in the morning when I was about the same pathway and the dog barking at me with same potency. That did really scared hell out of me. More than fear I was concern about how spook I would be seen as by on goers and would be crowned as clod by fellow mates. Somehow hiding the signs of fright I acted furiously saying

“Whose dog is this,” I added “can’t you tie your dog?”

The voice from behind had almost made me dumb face. ”Brother, Don’t be afraid dog is not going to harm, just go on”. Again I took the round trip via longer path as usual.          

I knew I would be circumspect about the dog’s behavior further; I was looking for dog’s whereabouts whenever I pass through the dog’s territory, as he would bark on anyone trespassing from his area. Specially, on those late evenings when there was nobody around to give me mental contentment. I keep waiting aside for someone to accompany me if I am loner there. Though part was to do it pretending I’m not afraid and without giving any cue. I had no plans of how to open that Gordian knot for past few days now. Although it wasn’t as bigger problem but did really distressed me a lot, for me it was like I have been fugitive from that area.  Every day I wished the dog to be far away somewhere.   

The dog’s bark was playing within my consciousness. It was undesirable cord holding us.

But, suddenly one day the dog was no more visible, I kept looking but couldn’t sight a flash of it.  I surveyed many times with no luck, initially glad to have rid of him, but sooner I realize that I kind of reminisced about it.

The remorse was that I could have chosen to be a friend with the dog. I went to the person whom I presume was caretaker of the dog. Bearded guy with close to Van Dyke style mustache looked to me in about early thirties greeted me. I asked about him and then about the dog.

He introduced himself “hey, I am Joel I stay in nearby colony”.

What followed then was great talk which touched me thoroughly with affection.

He said, ‘exactly a year ago when I was coming back burning the midnight oil from my wok, the same dog barked on me. I choose to brace amity over hate. After several recurrences, I feed him with biscuits, and we became friends. I went ahead with curiosity of finding out the reason of the behavior. Then once he stood barking near the half broken manhole which was barely noticeable unless seen carefully. It looked as if somebody fallen inside which the dog observed, Thus barking when he sees someone passing that side.’

The he went praising the Dog saying he is true friend. ‘He brings all the stuff I need, helps me and even signals when my bus is there.

Somewhere he mentioned Miley her wife, I could not hold back but to ask about where she was.  He told me Miley was the same girl that fallen on that manhole which she failed to see on that dreaded night. Her head smacked on that metal manhole cover the blow she could not survive I never listened her, at least I started listening to people now. Finally, I asked him, ‘where’s the dog gone?’ He said, People complained about his barking so the Dog catcher had caught him.  

         

Soon I realize and summarize to the Joel’s emotions, I talked myself, and sure I could not perceive the Dog’s bark. 

   

     

Flaming Sunshine

Venerate the glory of the glistering sunshine which abolishes the frequent corollary of darken nights. It gives out second chances to brace the ray of divine light from long old darkness for which it long awaited. The remorse of old times has buried its all guilt.

Slightest whispers in awaken ears feels like loud whooping sound of ovation. The sky is busy spreading hues of blue cheer; its one lost color now gleaming bright as if finding his true spirit. Invisible is now visible. Glory has started returning to its own kingdom.

                       

Semblance of sun had haled the sound of the sky, once a mumble is now loud roar.

Seeing these, I got courage and I called out my old companion, reminding him of good times when we enjoyed the rain together, it was the first greet of the morning for which they waited all night long. Just to say “HI” was no more than a reason but to have glimpse of each other again.

“Do you remember? Of course you do, for in your eyes I see the agitation of my tormented face clearly visible. When I was waiting for you to return, the anxiety of responding back to me on every night. Your blooming face every time when you saw me. All of these cannot be any less than brilliant companionship.

Do you recollect? Then what are you afraid of? Do you fear losing or being wrecked? If you must, then only lose one thing – let go of that menace which is bulling your happiness. If you had to ever compromise your choice, always choose bliss over sorrow first. Dreadful tides are present in our minds for which we are frightened to brace the creed that has always taken care of us.

Let’s go with the flow, Let’s enjoy some time together, who knows may be some time will be long enough for lifetime!. “

Voice came from my companion, It Takes Time!!” to heal , waiting is my duty, responding is yours, and that one thing has taken away all my misery, my faith is still alive, the life is still alive in my fantasy, beam of love still blowing our hearts, and the angst of result does not despair me anymore!!

Different Pic on Sex- Abstract 18+ strickly

Talks of lust and love, Well more to feel and less to think, that's how I am defining this.

Ever since I started reading Chetan bhagat novel's it explained 3 important things to me. I don't know how much of that's actually true

1) Most shitty nerd and loser gets laid to most sexiest chick easily.

2) They often actually fall in love once they have first sex.

3) They happily lived together after.

More people talk about that particular scene of book as if they fantasize and visualize in front of them when they read,  Once I asked my friend about why, He told me its some difference fanaticism just like porn.      

One good friend of mine told me, its all for just one reason sex, 2 inches long pole and 2 inches broad hole is the culprit behind all shit happens in the world, and I couldn't disagree,by the way, I was not talking about mind here (:). Your imagination is beyond my control).Anyways, but then I come across something very important about psychology of people and that lead me to few interesting facts. 

You have two kind of people
1) One love for all.
2) Love one that's all. 

Surely first one is more success, They truly found god's message of treat with equality, feel love for all and exploit them equally :P (You get it in all 3 sex). Good men go to heaven and bad man find heaven on earth.

Jerking of in the name and love's done, or remanding someone and for days  you forget jerking off, well it depends, Remember first there is love then lust.

People say you get most hottest top 20 babes/ lads of your town, but someone you really desire or love kicks off your ass and walks away, Well not being negative don't worry, if read till the end y'll feel much more better. When someone is in love specifically unsure love, most of them seem depressed in worrying, You call them they'll say "I m f*cking", Where they isn't really doing that as well for us to be proud :), finally end up f*cking but not themselves rather their lives.

We start with desire of having each other, rather being in moment and enjoying every moment of togetherness as treasure. On the counter once we have each other somewhere the desire is gone and we no more in same caressing feeling or emotions. Such is a life that you ll surely wound by walk of time over the period, Or you ll find new chick/lad ;) you have attraction working for attraction, fear will work for itself, being in the right scale to pick the right joyful moments by giving love will have more chances of getting it back. Even if you don't end up together in life, you have those memories which is better then something you might never had, but believe you will never had that case if you do it correctly.