Megha Milan

So fierce was her body language as of a woman who was waiting to take her vengeance over the entire male race. Confident and courageous to take any man for a ride who comes her way, or dares to oppose her in any ways!

She liked being admired for her beauty (Ya she was a dusky beauty), brains (hmmm...ok occasionally brainy), believed in individuality, a strong character, eloquent with her mind, fears none and one and the only one Megha for all. Her smile harmonizing with every heart, her eyes penetrating into the minds...to impress her was not an effort but you should be blessed with the things that does it, 

My first encounter with her was when it was a business meeting, i am awaiting in the lobby of Taj deccan, she liked intelligent men, just because she likes competing with them. I was little surprised by seeing as she wasn't the way I expected, then conversation started over a proposal which i had to share with her. Her radiant eyes looking keenly on what more does she need to listen, just waiting to counter attack me on the disappointments that she had with us in the last association. She charged over me with all the unfortunate instances, expecting me to quit the conversation and surrender. As I didn't do any of that and persuaded to make her re think on my proposal. Eventually the conversation turned out to be very interesting. I guess i impressed her with my skills and wit. We left with conclusion that lets meet for dinner tonight! Wow! what a business meeting led to a romantic dinner. Hmm looking forward for the evening!

An open terrace lounge, with the view of the stupendous lake and the necklace road. Was just there waiting for her to come. Couldn't wait any longer though it was just 5 mins that I had been waiting it seemed long as I rehearsed thousand times the way I should receive her.

A glister on my face as soon as I saw...

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Gang Bang!!!

Prasad said 'I am at the adda, chai chichha ke bagal mein', "U just be there I will see u in 5 mins" I said changing my car gear from 4 to 3 raising the accelerator. My fingers crawled on to the control panel changing song obliviously. Karma is a bitch....

I saw prasad sitting on the pavement beside chai chichha's shack. His shirt pocket torn and face swollen. OMG they have beaten him up so badly, today I will not leave those mother fuckers. "See I guess you are happy now, will you react atleast now" Prasad Bellowed at me drinking some water from the bottle in his hand. I picked up that bottle to have some water. As soon as I tasted the water my taste buds indicated something else. "mother fucker what is this? You assholes, you mixed vodka in a water bottle."  "yah! man we thought this ways no one will find out what we were doing." he growled. 'Then what happened?' "that son of a bitch saw us, though we gave him a fuck and were busy in our bukchod. He called them over and they celebrated for the rest of the evening." Prasad groaned. 'How many were they?' I frowned. "3 of them with that chutiya four total." I saw four more water bottles nearby, "You assholes were out of your wits much before they even charged over you." I yelled at Prasad. "Where are the other fools?" Prasad replied saying "they ran away and I got fucked!" "chal lets fuck their life right now." I said starting Prasad's bike. Prasad picked up a rod next to him and got onto the bike. We saw their vehicle coming from a distance and I turned the bike around, i knew that they were coming for Prasad to continue with the second round of body massage. "Where will we find Jaggu now?" I asked. "move move move they are rite behind us, i will take you to his place" screamed Prasad. We rode to the Bapu nagar Basti, where Jaggu was busy doping with his friends and narrating the way he blasted Prasad's face. 

"He is there!" screamed Prasad. He jumped from my bike even before I stopped it. Fucker when they were beating him he didn't have balls to do anything and now roaring like a lion teri!! His vehement walk surprised me for a while albeit for the injuries and alcohol in his body wasn't allowing him to walk straight. Restraining my laughter I looked at Jaggu, asshole my blood boiling, mind loosing controlling over me, I started shivering as if I starving to see his blood spilling out of his body. Jaggu saw Prasad and stood up eloquently to face Prasad, he didn't notice me till then. Jaggu took out his knuckle duster from his pocket. Before he wore it to release a devastating punch on Prasad's face, I spang into the scene kicking him in the stomach. Jaggu flew to hit the electric pole. His head banged against the metal rod making him bleed profusely. His friends charged over us, they were four and two were clever, both of them held Prasad even before he could react, they smashed him to the ground. the other two whom I never saw before in any of our gang wars tried picking up wooden bars which were behind them. Me who is still not out of my anger held both of them on their neck pushing them to the wall. Their skulls collided to the wall and fell on the pavement. Buying some time I took one of the wooden bars and rushed to rescue Prasad. Two fierce blows on them and they were to rest. Fuckers Prasad couldn't beat them up. Jaggu recovering from pain tried calling someone. In that dark lane under the cell phone light I found Jaggu bleeding profusely. With a superhuman effort he tried putting the phone near his ear. Seeing that I took two long steps to cover the distance and make enough ground to kick him on his face brutally injuring his hand that tried defending. Cell phone however broke into multiple parts as it hit the wall. I lifted Prasad making him stand near the bike. Walking back to Jaggu "You motherfucker, never ever dare touch my friends again." I held his throat making him choke. "Next time I will choke you to death" I left him to cough and wiped my hands to his shirt, clearing blood stains. 

Prasad walking like a somnambulist came close to me cursing Jaggu. I took him to his home. Gave him first aid. It was already 2 PM in the night. My phone rang abruptly, oblivious of the deep cut on my wrist, I moved my left hand to pick up my phone which was in the right pocket. The cloth rubbed against it causing severe pain. Ignoring it I took out my phone. To my surprise it was she OMG! she didn't sleep till now? Was she thinking about me? aaa...Before I could lift the call, it got disconnected. Fuck! was she hesitant to call me at this hour, whatever I will call her back.  I redialed her number... call got connected Tring!!! Tring!!! Tring!!! Tring!!!...

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Time Travel

Time a mystical illusion that has defied its non-existence for ages and still continues to do so. The augmentation of its importance in life has made us its slave and wedged us with in it.

Try to feel and believe that time does not exist and relive your life once again right from the day you remember the memories of your life. Surprisingly none of us will remember the date or time from when we actually started understanding things and reacting to the world consciously. All we remember are moments that we lived, those moments still flash in front of us as memories.

Memories I remember my school my friends and teachers, but do I really remember what happened at that particular moment, no I don’t. Science calls it memory loss and our mind calls it not so important. How does our mind decide what is important or not so important for us? What is important and what is not? Frankly certain things that we remember very accurately may not be really important, but we remember every nano byte of the memory.

We travel every day in time, we call them memories and expectations – recollecting our past and constructing our future wait what about present? Does present exist at all? Or have we killed it as we are busy traveling in the past and future? Like a nomad who knows that he can settle at a place but still wanders finding happiness better happiness may be. We after being thoroughly improvised day after day claiming to be civilized, cultured, intellectual and superior… do we really live in present? NO.

Past, present and future is how time is divided or a mere tense of grammar to divide your moments, memories and comprehend events of our life. As present seems to be non-existent how can time exist. Even the light rays that we see at the moment are past to the sun and future to the space.

We don’t spend time we travel back and forth in it and assume we are measuring time and live breaking it into years, months, and weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds and nano seconds.

Yaa! Any questions that are difficult to be answered or seem to be a paradox are easily answered with one statement “Profound!!! Mm….philosophy” or just ‘ sigh’ as we do not want to accept or even try to understand it.