' The Nomads Of Mumbai '

Like everyone else, they came for ‘roti’. Immigrants from all over Hindustan in their ragged, bright, baggy, dull apparels. Wandering babus wid their ladies & kids; trunks & dandas & also some earning & begging tricks. I cud actually see some Pale shadows of poverty.
Dotting the street, I came across dis lady, her gestures pleading me, pointing at her mouth then her son. Her torn blouse exhibiting the circumference of her aerolae seemed as if she fed a couple of Bastards, who got conceived thru compelled intimacy. I cud make out her toss to the core. My heart dampened & I lended her a happy Gandhi.
I see these nomads cutting thru the chaos of Metro. The Rag-pickers, Mari-aais, Charsis, Whores, Beggars, Whippers, Urchins, Pick-pocketers, Street-performers etc..!
The constant banter of poor children & Eunuchs- finding a new way to ask a rupee.
Centenary thru dis, the 3rd Mega City, unwounds her rich heart for d faithful & d faithless, who travel miles to earn daily of her shore. And yet I see all forces of nature betraying them. The curiosity of their burnt skin rummages my eye for beg-beneficiaries. The hopscotch rhythms of d beggar kids follow me like a once fed Mongrel.
A time wen m in my vacant mood I think of all dis & I find it as a delicate otherwise harsh reality..!

Blessed ME...

If any1 in a lay man genre has a Kick-Flare look, thn its ME...If any1 has intrigued YOGA, thn its ME...If any1 has chipper in a way dat makes u straighten d spine, thn its ME..!Squeezing time from my mileu & makin myself able 2 match d pep of Universe, has ingested unholy amounts of 'WICKEDNESS' & 'NOTORIETY' in me. People xpected me 2 b a 'Fitness Fanatic'. But yes, I am, not 'Fitness Fanatic' but 'Yoga Fanatic' for sure! I give Yoga a lot of Importance in life. Its d Supremo. It helps me stayin fit. I m fit @ d age of 22 & I'll b fit if I live 70! Even if dat means sleeping on my Yoga mat, I dnt mind!It has been a very long & interesting road since I stepped in2 d 'Public Glare' @ d age of 21, when I first adopted YOGA. Looking back, I realise, there was a sense of incredulity @ d rollercoaster's ride. I struggled 2 even get a 'foot in d door' back thn, but as usual d "UGLYS" & d "GEEKS" r left un-noticed. I think d only thing I've NOT got from my parents is 'good-looks'.Trust me! all members in my family r good-looking though plummy, short, spectacled or wid braces- I m not genetically blessed.As all xtra-ordinary stories go wid high highs & low lows r enough 2 send d most placid me off d deep end. I never question d lot. I jst accept it & get on wid it. It is evident, I seek solace @ d sea-shore. "My safest place is sitting or strolling all alone @ d Marine Drive promenade. Nothing beats dat."As of now, I've jst kept myself hybernating. U'll get 2 see a lot more of me in a couple of years. In ahead future, I desire 2 run a Yoga centre, later I wud like 2 invent my own medi-spa. so my Dreams r just 'back-burners' now.Yoga + Diet/Nutrition = Healthy LifeStyle & dats my forte.anyways, I shall wind up or it'll need a great space to fit all of me...hahahaha
Love u all…Muah Muah Muah…!

The Trinity of Yoga - BODY, MIND & SOUL

Since time immemorial, man has always wanted to b in control of his life & is constantly endeavouring to conquer death. Although the latter seems to b an impossible feat, science & technology have come a long way in prolonging life by tackling diseases, physically & psychologically. Also the term ‘being healthy’, is now being replaced by ‘being well’.
Lifestyles may change over time bringing wid it myriad problems. But Holistic & Therapeutic approach laid down by YOGA remains potent & relevant.
YOGA is almost 4000 years old but has not lost its significance till date & the primary reason behind dis is – harnessing the body’s natural capacity to rejuvenate itself & enhance its trustworthiness.
For lifestyle related disorders that r on d rise among the urbanites, YOGA acts as a therapy.
Lifestyle Disorders like-
Weight & stress management;
Skin & digestive disorders;
Chronic ailments like Low back pain; High BP; Diabetes; Cervical Spondylosis; Arthritis; Sinusitis etc,
YOGA treats them all.It detoxifies the body as well. YOGA pampers the body. It cools & refreshes the body from within, improving energy channels in the body. YOGA also boosts up ur Sex Life. It handles emotions & u get closer to Self.
It brings in the connection of the BODY with the MIND & of the mind with the SOUL.
In my words, it establishes Harmony between ur BODY, MIND & SOUL…

" B R E A T H I N G "

Breath is synonymous 2 life & vice versa.Breathing indicates 1s health.Breathing in 1 way or d other is exercise & also meditation.Breathing exercises or meditation is called ‘PRANAYAMA’ coz they increase d ‘Prana’.Prana is subtler than emotions.Of overall u, prana is d ‘net’ & rest of u is d ‘gross’.So wen u attend to d subtless ‘net’, d ‘gross’ becomes alrite.U handle d breath & d body gains good health.
So wats being Healthy? – If ur feeling rough inside, thn ur not healthy.If ur mind is stiff & not calm, ur not mentally healthy.Wen ur emotions r rough, ur emotionally not healthy.To attain a perfect state of health, 1has to remain mentally calm,steady & emotionally soft.The state of health has to flow from d innermost of ur being to d outermost.The state is called ‘SWASTHYA’ in Sanskrit meaning Health & also Being In One’s Self.
Healthy is havin a disease free body, a quiver free breath, a stress free mind, an inhibition free intellect, an obsession free memory, an ego dat includes all & a soul dat is free from sorrow.If ur breath is hot, quivery, shaky, not straight & not easy then ur prediction of falling sick will never fail.D patterns of breath can tell u abt d Toxins in ur body.
We breath bt we never attend to our breath & by dis I mean we only use 30% of our lung capacity for breathing.Believe me,wen I say dis, Breathing detoxifies ur body overall.90% of impurities in our body go out thru breathing.If ur breathing properly & utilizing ur full lung capacity, u’ll notice in a couple of weeks dat u’ve developed a good skin, good hair & ofcoss less fat around ur waist.

Hve u ever counted ur Breath? here it is...

* 16-17/min- Normal state

* 20/min-if ur upset

* 25 & more/min-if ur extremely tense/angry

* 10/min-if ur calm & happy

* 2-3/min-if ur in meditation.
See d mind is like a kite & d breath, a thread.For a mind to go high d breath needs to b longer.Breathing gives u enormous energy, u feel pleasant, ur immune system gets a boost.Observe infants & u’ll b amazed to see how balanced their breathing is.As they breathe in their belly comes out, as they breathe out their belly goes in.But an adult does exactly reverse coz his mind is preoccupied wid so many things, so many judgements, so many opinions & so many impressions dat he’s unable to observe & perceive d refined things in nature.
So I wud suggest is take time off d day & align urself wid ur breath.Breathe thru ur nostrils & not ur mouth.Fill up ur lungs wid fresh air & exhale it feeling detoxification.Do Yoga or whatever activity dat keeps ur whole system recharged, vibrant & enthusiastic.Smile more & b dillatentic.The root of life is Happiness.The more Happy u’ll b, the more u’ll Live…!!

TRIVIA's

1.) "It ws a F9 day, v decided 2 lose virginity & i went for d deed.Since I ws more xperienced, i ws @ ease.B4 startin i wanted 2 gve him a reassuring kiss 2 let him knw d SEX ws goin 2 b as gr8 for me as it'd b for him.Bt as i leaned down 2 lay on him, d gum i ws chewing fell in2 his eye! he started screaming, threw me off him & went str8 2 the bathroom.I put on my clothes & went home, & 2 dis day, I still remain a VIRGIN"
2.) Me @ dis guy on PR tuk a road-trip 2wards d Eastern Express Highway. Well, our relaxing soon turned in2 fooling around & v started making intensely in d car, parking it @ the EEH.Der passed a Patrolling Van passing torch lights in2 d car. It ws a disaster for both of us 2 b caught by the cops.. It ws a shocking, pissing & embarassing experience making me guilty all away makin me jst slump down on non-talking terms till date wid him!
3.) I had been 2 my frenz place for Brunch, In between i xcused myself 2 go 2 d bedroom, coz i ws damn horny seeing dis best guy. thn my frenz close pal (who noticed der's smething wrong wid me) walked in on me as i ws finishing up, shaking myself off. wen i got back 2 the couch. he stood up & pointed @ me saying "He ws Sinning in d bedroom". Apparently it was the next embarrasing situation i landed up in!
4.) I ws psyched wen d guy I had been crushing on decided 2 hook up, bt as we wer gettin it on, i realised he ws BAD in BED. & 2 make matters worse, he ws ridiculously cocky. He kept complimenting himself & saying I must b havin a good time.Al i wantd ws 2 put him in his place.Aftrwrds he got up 2 go 2 d bathroom.While he ws in der, I got up & started IMing wid my fren & wrote 'jst had sme really lame sex', left d screen up & got bck in2 bed. Wen he came bck, he saw d screen & turned bright red. thn he made sme xcuse abt havin 2 leave & shuffled out.
5.)Wen Jade Goody succumbed cervical cancer, I went home2 show my mom a pamphlet abt cervical issues i ws handed over on a street.Wen she ws finishd readin it,i tucked it in my back pocket.Later, I decided 2 tke a stroll. after couple of hours i made my way @ an ice-cream parlour coz the sun had soaked me dry.I picked my flavour & walked around lukin for a table wher i cud lay my butts & eat.Wen i got up & went oer 2 the dumpster, a man said,"would u please jst take dat pamphlet out of ur back pocket? I'm sick of lukin @ it, since u've entered".A small portion of d flyer was sticking out d pocket- d only words dat wer visible wer 'Your Cervix'.I'd spent d entire noon advertising dat on my butt.
6.) I had been 2 1 of dis fuck buddy's house 2 have some kinky sex.Dat night when our hands ran down each others Balls & Butts, I began lightly slapping his butts.Suddenly i cud notice d lamp turning on & off, horrifying me @ my moves bt Apparently, my moves had activated d lights coz he had these lamps which worked on clappers.So it ws a ridiculous, strobe sex instead of KinkYness!

Demure Feminism wid an incerpt from 'The Ramayana'

"May u bring happiness wherever u go"

Blessed by the Lord when woman was born 2 Mother Earth.

She's wild, she's domesticated.

She's forest, she's field.

She's Woman, she's Wife.

She visualises the unclothed Goddess, hair unbounded, fearsome, naked, blood thirsty, 'Kaali' & she also visualises the draped, fertile, gentle, demure & beautiful, 'Gauri'.

Its a woman who turns nature in2 civilisation- Rules such as marital fidelity dat ensures, even d weakest of man has a conjugal security.

2 explain it more widely, I'd put 4ward n instance of a wife who followed her husband in2 exile of 14 years- not b'coz he asker her 2 but it was her duty 2 b by his side & she is 'Sita', the clothed Goddess, also eminent as Gauri.

Later, Sita's abduction by Ravana challenged d Dharma- The civilised code of marital fidelity. Ravana wanted 2 make Ram's field, his forest; He wants 2 make Gauri, Kaali.

When Ravana is killed & Sita rescued, Ram demands proof 2 prove her chastity. She goes thru the trial of fire & d holy fire does not touch her, proving dat neither in thought nor in action she can ever think of any other man. Bt stil the ppl of Ayodhya asked Ram 2 reject the queen of 'Soiled Reputation' as per d laws 7 traditions of d 'Raghu-kula-riti' which demands Ram obeying d commandments of a father & he respecting d wishes of his people & so Sita is sent in2 d forest.

Who is dis Sita in d forest? Gauri or Kaali?

She's gauri 2 her children- raising dem as powerful warriors who on their own r able 2 defeat d mighty army of ram.

But sh's also Kaali- d one who has shaken off d mantle of civilisation.

She'll not b bound by d rules of civilisation. Rejected, she refuses 2 return 2 ayodhya as a Queen or Wife. She does not feel obliged 2 represent d prosperity of d household dat rejected her, or bring good luck in2 it.

When asked 2 prove her chastity once more, she returns 2 the bowels of the Earth whence she came from.

When Ayodhya asked their King 2 abandon his Queen, they inadvertently ended up losing Janaka's daughter who took away all the happiness wid her..........

Estacione del Primavera(SEASON OF SPRING)

Winter always leaves Mumbai in a hurry, so summer has d abruptness of slap in a face!

Nature awakes wid me seeing it, wid me awakening 2gether wid it!

I m used 2 d way spring arrives in mumbai. I recognised it, since I knew wat spring was. I can see myself a quiet child of 7, thn a shy inhibited twink, thn a restless & dreamy teenager, lukin out of my 2nd floor balcony & seeing dat Its der.

Spring never failed me. It came wid d same certain subtle smell in the air, certain feel of the breeze on my skin, certain brightness of the sun & transperency of d air, the chirping of sparrows & gurgling of piegons on the extended parapet. It came wid those slightly bent trees wid those lovely flowers playing riot of colours - fuchsia, crimson, yellow; emanating a gentle fragrance wen stood under a tree. They seemed 2 me like a bride. It was a fascinating endeavour 2 watch d buds open in2 small gentle leaves dat wud grow wid amazing confidence & speed & 1 day d trees wud b miraculously dressed again.

I was fully wid it, in the middle of dat transformation, my lungs expanded, my head empty of all worries, my body felt light, my soul half way elated. Just being der was enough & life was full of Synonyms.

Its hard 2 live widout spring. It reminds us abt smething important dat we always forget : dat

"Life Is About Endings & Beginnings"

Spring is alwys young, gentle & so fragile- everything around seems 2 b made of plastic, concrete or porcelain, even a Man.

I fill my lungs 2 their full capacity. I try 2 absorb all sounds, smells & fragrances, I talk 2 every tree.

Slowly, I tune in2 the Metro's pace. I dnt know any answers. May b der aren't any. I know only 1 thing : My Life Has A Spring Worth Coming Back For...!

Hottest Brand of Life- "YOGA"

I practice Yoga @ home, it extends me a support. Its jst a couple of months now dat m practising it. I've b'cum more assured talking 2 people. It has made me a better person. Helped me deal wid people around me wid a +ve frame of mind. I bring +ve energy & dats d reason y I can smile so much.

I've started taking things dillatentically. YOGA is the best ever treat I've offered myself. Its a Stress Buster- a Holistic Approach 2 life.

Adding 2 it, I'd say, "Yoga encompasses a lot of things. I've always made an attempt 2 b physically & mentally sound & YOGA has affirmed 2 it".

Its an inner journey, nothing happens on the outside. If u follow it with committment & dedication, u change, u transform, ur attitude changes, u start respecting urself. Its not a 1 time thing. The dynamics of Life r complicated. There r always pulls & struggles so many demands on us.

I make it a point 2 practice what I learn daily. I meditate, chant & pray. It takes a pretty good time & sometimes I fret, I wud hve completed sme urgent task. ' There r no shortcuts though, I wish there were'.. :)

Things keep coming up. There r layers within ourselves & any form of spiritual practices will help u cross the layers. When past incident don't affect ur persona anymore, u know u've come a long way.

I'd continue YOGA thruout my Lifespan coz, "IT GIVES ME A PUSH & MOMENTUM 2 BOUNCE BACK"

My perception 2wards life has changed. "Now instead of viewing a glass half empty, I see it as half full".

"I strongly believe dat there is Life after Death & dat u've 2 pay for what u do here. And if 1 attains fulfillment of soul, 1 can attain MOKSHA..."

"JADE GOODY"

Live ur life such dat people smile wen ur born & cry wen u die. When Jade Goody was born in2 public life in UKs BIG BROTHER 2002, she flashed a boob &was named 'Big Brother Bimbo'. Placards outside BB's house proclaimed, ''Slaughter the Pig!''
When she died, single mother of 2 & a millionaire, British PM Gordon Brown was deeply saddened, while actor Stephen Fry called her "Ladi Di from the wrong side of the tracks."
What changed? the "most hated woman in Britain" had turned life around, leaving a lingering sadness. What did dis childish, foul-mouthed, tantrum-throwing, single mother Jade do dat, clicked wid the public?
World public opinion peaked against Goody, wen she hurled rascist abuse @ Shilpa Shetty on Big Brother. Shetty gained from the Outrage, but Goody was Ostracised. Goody did an about turn & publicly apologised to Shetty, even expressing a desire to visit India. The media savvy Shetty responded wid public forgiveness & invitation.
Goody scored back in2 everybody's good books, quickly admitting her mistake & media revelations of her underprivileged background.
I on the other hand admire her spirit, how she coped wid her illness. She was a special person & even in her last moment, all she cud think of was securing her family's future, she didn't care how......She died a Hero's death!
Remember, 1 arises from the dredges, Sphinx-like. All u need is d belief dat u'll get back again & d determination 2 work 2wards it.
Its alright 2 make mistakes, dats human, but those who admit 2 those mistakes & repent r taken 2 heart. As Goody was.
She lived fully. Cancer or not, Hated or not, she was fun-loving - yelled wen she was angry, laughed wen she was happy, apologised afterwards.... she felt deeply. She was just herself. Unmasked & Authentic.. Jade thought life beyond fame.
Life's too short, what stays is humility, forgiveness, generosity of spirit.
Spins go so far as the purity of intent. Goody who loved so deeply as 2 merry days b4 her death, make peace wid those she offended leave a legacy of loving her sons enough 2 sell her death for them & turn hate in2 Love..... What a way 2 go...!
{Thy Soul Rest In Eternal Peace}.......

HUNGERrrrr....

I was accompanied by my classmates for a research on 'SLUMS IN MUMBAI' for my urban sociology grade where I stepped in1 of the metro slums.

My blog narrates an irony of a father who was burdened by poverty. He was dragging his entire being in2 it. With no option left 2 overcome. he trailed his nerves, as though his words sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself. I saw his white bone thrash his eyes(his inner being was hitting him @ some level as he was uncomfortable "selling" his' daughter'. 2 a posche lay man.

He carelessly offered her who had just started her menses. He proposed for a venus sale. The man followed him across the sprawling sands. I cud see his mind thumping in the flesh's sling. His body wanted d offer, he desired 2 have sex, his body was burning. Silence gripped my sleeves, my body clawed. We 4 enterd d shack. The palm fronds scratched my skin. I felt the wind was 'I' & the days & night flickering my lean open wound. Inside d shack an oil lamp splayed d walls wid d sticky soot. Its darkness crossed d space of my mind. I heard him say, " MY DAUGHTER, SHE'S JUST 15... FEEL HER. I'LL B BACK SOON.", & her father exhausted wile.

The sky fell on me & I saw 'long & lean, a young untaken girl, a budding body which was not used by any1.' There was nothing attractive abt her. She was dispensable- "USE & DUMP". She saw lots of hardships wid her family. Her malnourished & bony structure resembled it.

"She opened her wormy legs wide, I saw the hunger there, slithering, turning inside..."

Encountering Regrets HIV+

I know dis person he's goin 2 die soon, he too knows it. Dat thing is in his blood. It wont let him go. It slaps his cells for food. It soaks his night in sweat. His days r breaking in pain. He's fearing death. No hand or drug can treat his limbs for love or gain. The VIRUS is killing away his capacity 2 fight.

love was the strange 1st cause dat bred grief in its seed. He was unaware of the gain which had its own laws, 2 establish its place & breed. His hands struggling hard 2 join in attitude of prayer. He loves God but he wont speak of hope or cure coz he knows that it wont do him any good. He has read life. He has foreseen death. The devil devouring him in his magmatic spleen.

He is hopeless, he is helpless, he is in fear- The fear of

how will he go on?

how will he bear this taste?

he is toiling for his last breaths..

he is toiling for his last beats..

His throat cased in a white spawn. It is a waste handshake, he's requesting his loved 1s to b by his steel ward bed & hold him where he lies, coz he says,

"LOVE ME WHEN I AM DEAD

& DO NOT LET ME DIE.."

HOUSE OF GOD

I had been 2 Western Maharashtra long years back. I reached der by Dawn- the ball of sun suspended above a railway track, bt I was in darkness, I had a divided perspective 2wards understanding religion seein the temples in all way dilapidated conditions.
I stepped inside an age old temple. The titanic temple of deities spread around @ each wall.
The Seated KHANDOBA on Ram(goat); The Stood VITTHAL on brick Besides RAKHUMAI in her stoned saree & our very own undetachable MAHABALI HANUMAN (MARUTI) engraved out of a stone.
The roof had come down on the deities heads. Nobody seemed 2 mind, least of all the God himself. May b he liked the temple this better way.
In a corner a mongrel bitch had found a place for herself & her pupies. Past a doorway was cluttered wid broken tiles. The pariah (social outcasted) Puppies lookin @ u & their mother guarding them. A black puppy had gone a little far & I cud hear a tile click under its foot.
A terror strike my heart. I saw a dung beetle makin its way 2 the safety of the broken collection box. The crushing weight of the roof beam was felt by me! I felt sad not for the God's Bt for those ZENDU (marigold) flowers which I always hated as i considered them the flowers for the corpses.
IT WAS NO MORE A PLACE OF WORSHIP - THIS PLACE IS NOTHING LESS THEN "THE HOUSE OF GOD"

Flavours Of Classroom

In my proceeding blog m showin my catty side 2wards my embroidery teacher wen I ws in 6th Grade of my school. I recollected dis wen a similar incident happened wid 1 of my neighbours daughter & I felt like tracing it down on the blogspot window.
My Embroidery Teacher who intervened for the craft's class- The period of sewing, Knitting & embroidery. Dat day she voiced us(all students) 2 stitch a 'petticoat' for a stuffed doll which we had made earlier. I measured, I cut, I stitched, but she scolded me & remarked, "the seam of the petticoat u've cut r worthy of an elephant, My Dear..!"
"My Dear- My Foot- SILLY BRALESS BITCH", I cursed whole heartedly. My classmate heard me. She scandalised me-
"Aneil is calling Bad words, Teacher ! He's sewing up her head for the 3rd time (perhaps the doll)"
though the limbs kept flopping & the cotton kept popping out of the gaps. But I cudn't help, what cud I do? Being a Boy I cudn't sew properly. I upholded the brevity as my hallmark & 2day wen i retrieve the incident I feel guilty for my frustration expressed in those 3 sharp words-
" SILLY - BRALESS - BITCH "
I am Sorry Teacher :(

"Y being Indians are we so Conflicted about SEX?"

When I take my way 2 the streets of the Arabian Sea beaching chowpatty, marine drive, colaba, my view always stretches @ the couples who appear like "homing piegons". They're everywhere, these thieves of love, sitting under umberellas on a bike or if lucky, they're in parked cars, so all u can see is a silhouette of 2 heads leaning 2wards each other. And its not like they're doin smething raunchy either. They jst add 2 the landscape- usually a man standing up & a woman lying across his chest, her arms around him. I suddenly feel like I m a visitor 2 a Zoo & @ my time I m about 2 toss peanuts 2 the performing Monkeys.

"Y r we as Indians so conflicted about SEX?? Sex is everywhere-

its in d bill-boards u see on ur way 2 work;

its d cut of a backless blouse wid the shimmering bronzed shoulder popping outa it;

its d patting of ur pal on ur butts after a win over;

its in d young men on roads & buses who dnt hesitate 2 undress & rape u wid their eyes..

so basically its a testament 2 how much people r havin Sex every day, evry hour, every second? & yet we hide it away as much as possible, pretending it does not exist, pretending dat copulation is so far beneath us dat a pure person of "good ethics" may never ever think of creating other pure people. Since its everywhere, we feel no need 2 talk about it, we feel there is no need 2 discuss it in so called 'polite society'. & possibly there isnt. It doesn't xactly make for excellent conversation either @ my Home or @ a dinner table wid family friends & it remains in the "wink-wink nudge-nudge arena of DIRTY JOKES".

Its mandatory for an individual 2 think, talk about & actually have Sex wen u're SAFELY, HAPPILY MARRIED 2 a SAFE, HAPPY PERSON, but wat if u get knocked-up? Uh-Oh, then the looks of embarrassment abound.

I've seen the lecherous looks on the ways, & I think, "really, is there a PREGNANT CHIC FETISH I havent heard about!" & then I surfed the internet happening 2 find the apparent mass of 'PREGNANT WOMAN PORN' flashing on my TFT.. &...

I guess d logic is, if u've had sex wid 1 person, u shud b okay havin sex wid several, isnt it??

It was a suspended parallel universe which I wid all my oh-I-am-a-Gay- & -oh-I-m-liberated- & -oh-I-can-say-sex-widout-flinching had no part in.

I remember way back in degree college, wen my Business-Communication class faced a row of flats, every even days of tuesday,thursday & saturday(until a teacher intervened) der used 2 b commotion as all the boys gathered 2wards the large window & gazed up in the faraway house. The reason? A lady known for doing Yoga naked in her terrace just around the time. I cud never see her, xcept perhaps a faint shadow in her utkatasana pose in the distance but I was assured she was young, voluptuous & hot.

& wat about these other guys who line up in front of Salman Khans House on his Birthday or every weekend roll?? they swear 2 b STRAIGHT! but dats not the fact , they twist up for his 'andaaz' of coming out in his towel, sayin hello-tata & playin a male stripper role! & these men just wait for dat.

IS DIS WAT OUR PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE APPROACH 2 SEX IS BRINGING ABOUT?

then its a scary thought...!!