the volcanic lava erupted from the veins of my neck as the wheels of the train slahes through them ...chunks of my pink skirt wrapped like a tortilla around the vile railtracks ...blood gudhed out from my eyeballs, the brains scattered mushily with the dark and dusty soil of the ground my pretty limbs chopped off in pieces and scattered all about the the railway...the ironrod attaching the wheels together took the finngers of my left hand and along with that the only jewel that i had ever adornedmy granny's love a 2 carat diamond ring casted in a beautifel serpant emeralds..

those feet that had never touched the grounds and comforted in the 120 pairs of my shoes collection now scattered for the vultures to dig on..my eyes whose stories were written from rolpa to russia now lay as a poached egg under the sun, the preety lips vapurized in the dust the breasts.full rounded and supple chhuuged away along the train tracks and with them my ribs that crushed through the lungs..

dead i was in 3 seconds but then the anguish of my lost heart remained..remains...where did my heart go???

"Thugged Out, I thought you were more discerning than that. This, from knowing, reading, recognizing and observing you in all your various avatars."

Well, let's see how good you are. Name some of my "various avatars" ;). Accept my challenge?

I see that Sonika doesn't like Paula Abdul. BTW, I have not stated whether I like her or not. People can draw any conclusions they want out of it, know what I mean? Who knows, it might have been a compliment.

When is the last one coming?? I m waiting desperately....POST SOON
Nirman

dunno why San swallowed my second posting.hehe

Dunno why San swallowed my second posting.hehe
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COZ. u refrain from being a hitler...he he he he

Brown dusty clouds rolled in the dry sandy roads.there was so much sweat in between my toes that i wondered why i had even bothered to wear the sandals that i wore..If sahara was a great desert, the dunes of grand canyons schocked me high and dry..besides the scorching heat, the questioning eyes from the 16 wheelers and happy campers in the verizon, i had a knotted heart as a companion....

defiant as i was, i was resolute to marry the person of my dreams...from princes to paupers, castles to alleys, i had mused myself to test my heart..more that my soul...it wasn't gold, not so much into baking cookies either, nor the search of beauty, nor ambition..but for the quest of pure love...the love that i had finally found...

and he had waited...seven lives for sure ..ran away from the humdrum life..with his best buddies who were my best buddies by now..my siblings and my mother whos eyes filled with joy...i was the prettiest bride of all..my honey dew bosoms fiitted perefectly agains the off white satin..my perfect hands were carried in a delicate pair of gloves..the symmetrical features complimented the assymtrical line of the 24 yards long gown and veil...

the bells rang... cue from the preist to summon the bride..as i walked out the door into the aisle..even the photographers paused to take a breath..and he was there all shiny in his knightingly glory..we stood holding hands ...and then someone from the crowd broke the silence, hey babes have you found your heaven now?..

In a sec.my whole life came before my eyes...the sorrow the sins, the laughter akin..do i desereve this?..i spoke my mind aloud..and Ron groped me as he knew i'm gonna flee..all the people started laughing..my sis ..my bro..the priest and he started chanting and you arenow..ron pulled my finger that i had tucked away neatly behind the bouqet..i cudn't take it..as he lloked away to summon the ring bearer...i grabbed my trail and whisked out and into the car...

the quest for the perfect life ended there..well perfection was boring...and i hit the gas..my gown turned brown now..i sweatedly profusely..ended in a diner....no wasn't about to enact Thelma and Louise down the Canyons but thoughts did cross my mind...i had more stories to write about in life.....until the train execution..which i had dreamt as a perfect ending....................

i had more stories to write about in life.....until the train execution..which i had dreamt as a perfect ending....................
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aakhir ghumi pheri tehi accident kai kura....kasto crazy accident ko...he he he ...but anyway good to know the reason for it .....

its ironic being fearful and fearless at the same moment...the nigerian was the greatest politician of all times and my buddy now..i had enslaved myself to serving the dying aids destitutes of Africa...each day i counted heads to find out who survived the previous night..

then i gone down to brazil to count the heads of cocaine users and in india to count the heads of nepalese prostitutes..i had become quite a counter by now..was i working for yamaraj as a part time death counter? funny but it seemed as such...

you are so good at counting why don't you help count the grey langoors in himalayas..one pointed..the postion of counting haunted me by now...i wanted the figures to be analyaed, changed , and erased from the database..IT specialist, mba , doctorial did not make me any better than what i was in LKG..1+1+1+1..

shyiath and i enacted all pages of kamsutra that night...if counting wasn't enuf.i had started dividing my sexlife by my non-sexlife..the number of times ron called * the number of times i regretted not marrying him..the number of times i was to be home in nepal - the carribean cruises that i landed....if anything after going to the temple i wud dip myself in a tumbler of strawberry margarita...the fine line between the sinner and the angel grew thinner as i aged...

the way of living instead growing sturdy womanish marks onmy face presented a glow of a 12 yr old baby..which i resented by now..if anything i wud walk up the himalayas for fresh air..i was the underdog of all the underdogs..the editor of a short story..the puppet in a theatre, the muse for a change in life...and my once vanished stardom started to rock me hard...i was being benign to the point of no return....

more....later

friday nite.....four inches high heels..to top of that bouncy figure....roshani wore a short halter kurti on top a pair of hotpants...roshu..tied her hair in ooodles of noodle like spring..meg, suzan and i hush switched at least 6 tee tops and finally agreed up flaunlty black less dress..

ron..rob..bhas..sunny and roxy knockedthe door at the same ...hellloow misus...ron was genteel as ever...each brought a wine flowers..and great smile adorned on top of that funky outfits..godh all the girls will be jealous..

three more dab of powder and we fantasied away in a world of ecstasy..tch tch pure love...say that you want me yeah..say that you need me yeah..ashanti rolled out her verves slowly...then more precise trance..the only beat i could hear was the beat of my heart..the only light i cud see was glittter in his eyes..damn why was i such a romantic,..

3.45 pm were back..arguing on so much stuff..pulling our legs..grabbing stuff from the refrigerator..and us girls still swaying in the music..awesome..awesome.....

6.45 am still we were talking...nepal..this that work ..shit..girls vs..boys..blah blah...8.30 nap time...12.00 am back to work..back to life..
.........are you gelling well with life?????????????????

now let me go...just can't look.taking control..jealosy..price i pay ...open up your ears and eyes..i'm mr brightside.......i never------------------the killers..dam i hat the song

Had to read thrice but still some parts remain mystery for me...I will read again and comment...Nice going Hush... I M LOVING IT...post the rest soon,
Nirman

Hush
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My eyes were so baggy with tears that for a second i thought i could quench the thirst of the dry earth beneath the clear blue sky as i was flying from ktm to delhil...

those wild wild nights wud be a thing of past...life after 10th grade ..had come to a complete halt..no summer coolatas..nor the music and nor the boys to swing along with the music..

Rest of my classmates had been lost my now..i had actually attended two of my gf's wedding ( jesus sweet 16s)..i partied day in and day out..the parties started at 12 noon to midnight then dragged along till 2, 3, 4, 5,...most of the time i bribed my servants to leave the gate open or i wud jump off the wall..my own dog Tony bit me several times not recognizing me at night and i was so wasted that it wud a shock to find his bites in the shower next morn..

mom and my sis wud talk about a certain group of youngsters crossing their limits every time in the dining table..i shuddered whether they knew i was part of all the hullabongs..
Most people hate Nicole Richie and Paris for no reason..basically when you're 17..all you wanna be is happy whetner its parties, drives, clothes and all the things you'd do when you don't have to go to school..well some people take karate classes to0 well i defintely wasn't one of them...

slowly you get addicted to parties so much that it wud be a shock to realize to see yourself in the mirror..the day i lied to dad saying i had just finished m tuitions..when asked why was i late for my own birthday puja..i regretted soo much...i had infact been away to GOA for the weekend and nobody at home realized when i had flown out or in(thanks to the servantstelling them i wud not wan to be distrubed in my study)..dammit they trusted so much and there wasn't a thread of trust that i maintained..and one fine day the my uncle the then DSP in nepali police caught me with bunch of other guys and dolls partying during curfew hours..that was the last straw....i gave in myself to go to the central jail..or the highschool in nainital to punish myself straight...

end of my teenage life....i began to think my life is ending then..

off the plane and onto the train ..god by now i was so good at travellling on my own...was just trying to imagine how wierd the indians must be in my class..who wud be my dormmate..how to get my head back to books and how to break rules if any..no wait i'm going back to my pre 10th grade years from now...

The lush sugarcane greens grew side by side the train windows..that woman across me was smirking that i wore a tight jeans..and a p-cap..a la POOJA BHATT..i stared back at her..she started asking toomany ques kuddi kidhar ja raheho??and all that i'm like "mind your own business""...in my mind though..the conductor checked my bag thrice ....i didn't carry much not even clothes..i'd buy everything out there in school...my mom was too smart that she had already opened an acoount for me in the State BAnk of India in Nainital when she came there for admissions...so rest of the stuff i carried ...including the dough was inside the zipper of my leather belt..nobody would figure out anyways and it was one of the wierd stuff that i had bought in Palaki bazaar in dehli.....so i flet safe..but not hat safe inmy tight jeans...and white skin..so i was hiding myslef behind the stupid hat and miami vice type sunlasses..ewwwwwwwwww..what was i thinking..

the conducter came in the fourth time i was thinking how to jump off the train if anything weird happens..he showed me his "pan" rusted smile and asked me "memsaab" aap chaye logi? i said "ji, shukriya"..oh what a relief ..for both the conducster and me..he thought i was the mim and i thought he was a rail ko chorr..i was so desperate for a cigarrete by now..he sold me a box of Goldflakes for rs.20..bloody thief..the train chugged on..the women kept staring at me and i was annoyed with the sugarcane smell...giindhi ka smell..its like shit..

i wasn't about to close my eyes for a second.. ilooked out the window..the brown dusty wind..swallowed most villages...india had so much free land..how come there is so much poverty..i passed through modhi village..the modhhi thread factories, the modhie...whatver..there were old muslim houses in between their designs were so intricate that ven those of Taj Mahal cud be put to shame..the trains chugged along..
passed amny truckers, wells, hardorking women, the tractors...then there were walls painted HIV..docs avaible...shit..why are there so much problems in these countries..??.

then i started romancing the green hills up the mountains...the chilly wind..the luscious trees so similar to nepali jungle..i felt at home getting closer to nainital..my crazy journey ended as i saw the sign of my central jail on the blue gates of nainital..MRS Gothales..held my hand tight..YOung Lady we expected you to have an escort while travelling...the FINISHING school started pointing out my defects..i succumbed myself for the two years of torture in the finishing school......

Hushpuppy

I hope your sis, bros and his gfs dont get ambushed by the Maoist on the highways of Nepal with some of the funniest bombs which no other rebel groups in this world had ever managed to invent like "Pressure cooker bomb", "pipe bomb" or "baltin bomb" .......god how on earth do the Maoists come up with such funny sounding bombs....??%$#

Probably the Maoist will come up next with "non-stick frying pan bomb" or "kettle bomb" or may be "Ghyampoo bomb"..he jheehehhe he

chao

where from the maoists come into the picture????

Following things revealed from huspuppy's new episode ...he he he

> High school from Naini taal , India
>Feels happy to swing along with the music with boys
> Loves partying...especially those wedding parties
> once fooled the family member..but did regret later
>Was once caught by DSP of nepali police
>Loves tight jeans
>Got white skin...whitish...
>Smokes....
> allergy with sugarcane smell
>a good observer while travelling
>Loves natural beauty...green hills up the mountains, chilly wind, luscious trees ........

he he ..anyway that episode was nice to read...now next episode should be about that torture for 2 years there in naini taal !!!

Finally...Ah!!! Finally... my patience paid and I got the sweet fruit...:o)....Post more soon....
Fan,
Nirman

Stars floated under her feet.....roses blossomed...iin her breath...the snowlapped hills reflected in her eyes..the depth of oceans twinkled from her pupils...and she was anware that the sun rose as she opened her eyes and never set in the summr of '96.....

the laughter, the jokes and giggles all but sublimed into her astute aloofness..best friends flockered tattoed for love and forgiveness al through life and beaus and belles..she disovered a fountain of youth under the torrid currents of sweet seventeen.....

one wink of the hazen blue eyes, the storm blew in, lightening struck..and the world turned upside down..like the maze in pashupati..you see exaclty where to land but you love the twists and turns enorder to reach..what if i get lost..what if i can an alternate gate...what would be beyond those visibly lost iron rods????????

I was holding onto my physics text inorder to understand the dynamics of nature..the dotted words from Profewwer willie willowed ..my thirst for knowedle mocked to rereads books of mortal life...then again we all belong to the same mortal congloromate...if it partains to you and does not it pertain to you???????????????

So far I have read and known these are few:
--Heart lost in between the despairs and scrutinies of the hasty and selfish world...(;and That heart is being pumped with O-ve blood...;)
--in search of someone who can find her beyond her outer looks and fake smiles( illusioned if she had lost HIM in between the search!!!)
--Kinda Rebellious...She just walks out whenever she feels like something is knotting down her neck and suffocating her with venomenous emotional relationships..
--Is in search of the life beyond mortal life...Maybe there lies the soul she searches for!!!! But still She is living this mortal life...AND IN HER OWN WORDS>>>your punsihment in life is to live...so live the heavens growled..

Just some timid observations...
In jest(:Copyright:Indisguise:)
Nirman
P.S.-Hope I would get to read some more soon,Sincere apologies if I m wrong in posting some juvenile comments..

:) Silent reader