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. 

   

     

Happy Mothers Day!!!

Happy Mother Day!! (Long Version Unedited)

All men are packed with dreams and desire, but there is someone whose eyes lives the same dreams more than you live, never gets hopeless, and never gets tired.  MOM!!

It was sweltering hot May about 1.30 AM morning, Mumbai where day or night has got same equations, sultry and airless, surprisingly weather had also brought swarms of insects.  Having smaller house, I prefer studying on common porch with long walk through space and no body to disturb at night. I kept reading my stuff as it was getting into morning. But I kept feeling that somebody is around with me, It did not frighten me. I glared back here and there to find no one, with slight laugh I continued. That happened several times till clock banged till 2.30 AM. This time I found a voice of my front door hitting something, and I immediately espied. First reaction I had was I smirked with affection. It was the superwomen, my mom, when the world was in hibernation, she kept looking, worrying, caring for me.

She didn't wanted to distract me, so she very carefully sneaked out of door, scanned my status at intervals, that’s my Mom, That’s the Mom.

This is nothing compared to what she did for me. I don’t know whether I would ever pay my dues to her for her lenience. She isn't hero but she does everything she can, making me better man.

Least I could do for her is make her smile, help her sometimes and what if I couldn't take my girl to a long drive on bike on Saturday night I take my mom for at least a ride. Mom is always great, it’s when your mom say you are great son, hardly any things seems more important too life.             

Note: For those who don't have time to read long

Happy Mother Day!! (Short Edited)

It was sweltering hot May about 1.30 AM morning. Due to smaller house, I prefer studying on common porch with long walk through space. I kept feeling that somebody near, which did not frighten me. That happened several times till clock banged till 2.30 AM.  Voice of door to which I espied and reacted smirked with affection. It was the superwomen, my mom, when the world was in hibernation, she kept caring for me.

This is nothing compared to what all she did for me. I don’t know whether I would ever pay me dues to her for her lenience.

Least I could do for her is make her smile, help her sometimes and take her for at least a ride.

Silent Talk of love

It was a windy Saturday morning of December. Puff of cool air brushed my face while I leaned out of my balcony window. Sipping on a hot cup of tea, I waited for its magic to kick start my otherwise dull weekend into an enliven day.

About 10.30 in the morning, some loud whooping from the neighbourhood caught my attention, making me intrigued as to who has come. Do I ask mom? I thought and then refrained as my sister who had read my mind provided with an explanation.

“A guest at Aunty Bakshi’s house. A cute girl” My sister smilingly whispered so mom could not listen. On the spur of moment, I decided to get ready to visit their house and calm my anxiousness.

In a few minutes I was at the Bakshi’s door. My eyes were eagerly looking out for the angel who has cast her spell on everyone, but she was somewhere inside. I kept talking to Aunty Bakshi and others in the house, hoping for her to come out anytime soon. Her description had already made me desirous to meet her.

My wait was fruitful, for after a while she came out and honoured me with her presence. The moment I saw her I fell in love with her, just like everyone around who had become her slave. She was adorable, beautiful and cute, but that was the least thing about her. That slight dip in her cheeks when she smiled made her look prettier. Oh! And her eyes, I never saw such dark eyes with so much light in them. An aura of freshness in her presence was the reason behind all cheers inside my heart. I knew then, that I could keep looking at her for ages and never get bored.

As a guest, Aunty Bakshi’s place was new to her so her face was flushed with excitement and eyes were still trying to figure out the strange surroundings.

Even though everybody was around, I couldn’t stop myself and stepped in to greet her. As usual with girls, she kept silent, but that didn’t deter me. She gazed at me in amaze as if I was a street ruffian or a vagabond. Initially, she didn’t even bother to notice me, but after sharing a few awkward smiles, I got her to at least look at me. The confidence in me roared with every passing minute and so I attempted to hold her hand to say Hello. I was taken by surprise with warmth in her soft hands and sleek fingers, but soon she pulled her hands back. She still didn’t talk a single word to me and all I could do was try to read her actions. My patience was soon wearing off and so I made another attempt to hold her in my arms. Never did I feel so lucky, when she showered her gorgeous smile on me. Hesitating, I planted a kiss her on her forehead and succeeded too, but you know what? She still couldn’t speak a word to me.

Well, wait !! Have you been wondering what is happening here? Let me clarify. All I am talking about is the 10 month old niece of my neighbour J

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.