Full Moon Halloween Night (2)


Full Moon Halloween Night: The Blood Prayer

Menka curled on her toe and strutted seductively inside the room. She wore thick black mascara below her black kohl eyes and a line up of crayoned mustache and thickened blood roughened her lip in a perfectly sculptured tone. The female face was covered with black spot and green dots. A turnip was tied to her hand. She bent till Jason’s Knee and tied a potato on his wrist.  “Woah! You are wearing the cloak of a scary witch. Come out of the closet honey for I wanna dip you in my tea,” he teased.

She unfolded the scarf. The hair flittered in all directions taking the form of a real witch.  “Now, see what I make you dip inside out.” She pulled him tightly.  He breathed profusely. “I am the hunter, you are the hunted,” she screeched. “I will kill you. Taste death. I will suck the vampire’s blood.” Smacking her mouth on the gape of his neck and clenching her teeth, she sucked the frothy reddish liquid on her tongue and lip. A chilly and icy cold sensation ran wild on his neck.

She pushed her lip harder to sip the blood from the mouth of the vampire. It felt like a bee stung on the skin. He stood paralyzed and inert for a second. “I am your shadow…the protecting devil. Blood doesn’t spare the Gods and Goddesses. I am just a witch. The pagans have blood raging all over the place and wolves only think of blood. We are having blood and not sex. We worship blood,” Menka thundered.

She was his witch. He was the vampire. They played along in their mind and imagining themselves to be a witch and vampire. He flashed a wicked smile: “You are right. We are all vampires in human form and concocted with the worse and the best of blood. I survive on it. It’s my staple, my brown bread woman.”

She slouches her naked flesh on the couch. He moved closer. Their bodies were separated by a holy flask of water and together they invoked the prayer, “Oh! Lord! Goddess! The shamans! Pagans! Devils of this world! Horrible creatures! In blood, we seek us and play. I am You! You are me! O creator of evil, of gods and demons. There is no black and white. We seek the root of oneness. Till alive, fill me with blood to satiate hunger and thirst. We are half good and half evil. We seek everything in half, the Gods, demons, and wolves. Implore protection from death. We want the power to be invincible and destroy everyone on your path reducing them to ashes. We are immortal souls. A cross is what we don’t need nor do we seek weapon.”

Menka and Jason closed their eyes and penetrated each other.  She didn’t yell in pain.  She breathed in intermittent lapse. The mind veered into the sub-conscious and stirred the forces of evil, the demons, witches, vampires, and wolves off their slumber. All hell broke loose for the lovers have altered nature, moved the sun, sky and shook the earth upside down to interfere with the force of evil. Both were trapped. She was under his control. He was in the clutch of evil forces.  Two bodies, two souls were in conflict. They were no longer human. A jarring sensation blocked their veins and felt like a stiff mask shoved inside their throats. The skins became stiff like 1000 kg of pumpkin bundled on them. The clock spun into 1500 years ahead into a futuristic demonic world of bloodbath and calamity.

The long and jet black hair worn turned into thick and oily tresses.  Blood spattered on the battered face of Jason. The white and flawless face bore cracks like the dry rough mud.  He slowly lifted his hand to caress her hair tresses and ran the rough finger inside the patch of her hair.  The vampire’s face faded from white into a black surface and the body temperature dipped like wild fire slowly ravaging his blood and skin. He felt dizzy and blank. A timid fight against nature’s fury and cupped his lip to Menka’s neck, sucking her blood ravenously like a hungry and homeless child. After all, it was a matter of survival in the wild world of vampire, ghosts, and witches. It felt like sucking drops of water and the mouth stuck on her cheek, lip, neck, and stomach to feed himself.

The witch growled with anger. She felt suffocated with this male mouth not sparing an inch of her flesh.  Her hand lay stiff on his naked skin and over time, the green ladyfingers she wore on the toenail grew longer and turned into sharp claws.  The sharp and razor edge claw pressed harder on his shoulder and a wild fire sensation struck the vampire, scratching the surface that made him spin right in front of the witch. A thunderous sensation and lighting struck like arrows on all sides of his body. He was growing into a round balloon.  She clenched her teeth and spattered fire on his face. His entire body flattened and became normal.  He sat still like a mud statue.

The witch hooted like an owl and bit into his ear and chest, “I have the reaper’s eye. I am made of flame and smote. Meet death. Looking into me,” the eye turned reddish and flicked with raging fire.

“I am death. I will kill you. You are the hunted now and the prey in the wild.” He almost passed out when the fingers suddenly stretched into long green thorn scratching his back violently. The blood oozing from the vampire’s emasculated body splashed on her face and she grabbed the old wine bottle, emptied the liquid on the white floor desperately filling it with his blood. The wine bottle was sealed tightly and placed in the middle of the large bed. He gulped it. “Want more wine,” she winked. The entire bottle was thrust into his mouth.

To be continued…




Full Moon Halloween Night (1)


Full Moon Halloween Night: Trick or Treat


A gently flurry of wind and sudden chill wafted through the thick and creamy coated snow layer in the azure blue New York sky. Lights electrified the brittle evening pocked with people singing enthusiastically and jested loudly on the dark and rainy road. Fire and flame zipped in the air. The road and streets bustled with colorful faces bleeding tomato juice and pumpkin shaped Halloween carved with cube-shaped candlelight waltzed below Brooklyn Bridge and jutting out to Times Square. The night looked like a jamboree with a horde of colorful faces bleeding tomato juices and pumpkins shaped Halloween waltzing below Brooklyn Bridge.

The city glittered with the 360-degree view, the colorful flash of lights, right from the branded stores to the Empire State Building and cheap Broadway selling 10 dollars ticket for the special night. The live rock performance on the road bustled with activity, Brooklyn Museum sprang to life and Statue of Liberty serenaded by the giant sculptures in ghostly shapes.

The Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze bore an unusually beautifully sight serenaded by 7,000 pumpkins glowing with myriad colors celebrating the unwavering spirit of Halloween. Giant sculptures and lanterns were spread over 2,000 pounds of multiple pumpkins to scare the shit out of revelers and people let themselves loose in vampire outfits, wearing the ghostly shade of black, blue and tomato juice flowing on the lip and under the chin. The goblins leaped into the dark shadow and kids doing the souling act unfolding their tiny hands in front of strangers and drunk revelers, knocking on doors for donations.

The ferocious wind swirled the white curtain fluttering and weaving into short knots, unwrapping past the window and gently flowing inside the room in the night. A strange silence engulfed the house and traveled like light inside the spacious room adorned with crystal and blue emerald lamp hanging on the wooden roof in a multitude of colors.

The huge palanquin bed was occupied by two human bodies snuggled together and squatting on the mattress munching on pizza, Tandoori chicken and flat Indian bread (roti) spread with the crumbs scattered on the blue bed cover. The two pair of eyes furtively glanced across the room and heads bobbed towards the lamp that flashed right into the corner of squinted eyes. A spurt of lightning struck and the vibration shook the entire house. The spacious bed stumbled on its own as if gravitated by an unknown force.

Glasses and the bottle of red wine tinkled together to make an eerie sound pulled by the might of the invisible. The occupants in the room sat unfazed by the noise ushering past the wide window blew open and squeak of owls, shrieking of dogs and goblins dancing furiously behind the curtains.

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A svelte female shadow was enveloped tightly in a long black skirt, jerked off the bed, half body swinging on the floor like a pendulum to pick up the wine bottle. She gently held the white glass in the palm of her hand and slowly poured the liquid swirled like waterfall. “Hold the glass straight. I am filling it to the brink. A special wine concocted by your soul to spurn the bedazzled night with a grain of wickedness. Watch this lethal liquid hitting you on the head,” the sensual voice whirred.
He cupped the glass to his lip. She pushed herself behind the male’s bare back and he almost flung off the bed. A pair of hands clutched tightly to the upper part of his naked torso, scratching the red fingernail on his flesh. A tiny speck of blood seeped. She took a dip as if it’s French fry dipping in tomato ketchup and drenched in the red wine. She pushed her body in a swift movement, held on her boobs to the chest, legs clutched to stomach, a sip of wine lashing her tongue and smothered it on every inch of his ear, biting ferociously with her teeth like a famished witch.

Bending her knee on the mattress, she walked on the tip of the toe and the long black skirt cut perfectly from the waist to the knee showed her flawlessly sculpted brown leg flailing seductively.

She pressed his stomach, planning her moves expertly and the next flicked her long leg like a football kick caressing his face and ear. Twisting her body and curves, the female boob was cupped and towards his chest. The male hand gently slid past her blouse to run up and down inside. She grew stiff. There was a naughty gaze inside her black eyes peering at his face and the strong hand tracing the line of her body with speed.

She pulled off her black gown and thrust it on his face. “I am a bad ass! Let’s run around in the dark for I ain’t an elf on the shelf,” she whispered. He turned blank. “Baby, say something in secret. Reveal yourself. We are not playing doggie and I am no cat mewing for milk.” Her voice suddenly grew like a shriek.” He untied the lace from her bra and ran his hand, pressing her back, slipping down her bottom, navel, and bosom.

A black shadow looped like lightning behind the curtain, bent, twisted in folded movements. Heads, knees, and bodies grew like elastic bands coalescing into hundreds and thousands like termites. The invisible forces grew in a multitude of colors, from black to red and blue.

“Play with me,” she exhorted him. They were running passionately into each other, legs and bodies clutched and suddenly turned into a circular form, enveloped like a mothball that possessed and imprisoned them. The spell was cast and the dice thrown.

Tearing each other’s clothes, they voraciously tasted and explored the naked flesh, hands, and legs spinning out to reach unexplored positions that broke all limits. Jason felt a liquid seeping down his navel and flowing past his underwear, and tilted the head towards her. She was pouring the glass of wine on his body. She winked at him, “Tonight, the raging blood, red wine and liquid bear no stain or human odor. Stop pretending to be a virgin.” Halloween shaped chocolates were unwrapped and smeared on his body as if it was a lotion to keep him fresh. “Jet set and prepare yourself, baby. It’s the night.”

He lay on the couch. She dropped everything. He fixed her naked body and lashed his tongue out. She thrust her body on him and laughed maniacally, “I tell you a secret: I am a witch lusting for your blood. I suck humans like you. You are the vampire man. I am the woman lusting for blood, blood, and blood. Your water is blood. It’s my hunger lust…blood thirst female I am. I may be a nymph for you. We are all vampires in human shape. You forgot to put chocolates and candies outside for them. They will knock…will knock…will knock…we will be cursed…cursed…cursed…heavenly curse. I am not Menka, you naughty white man,” she roared in a screeching laugh. He freaked out.

“Let’s play Jason,”

“Scared of this brown woman? I have an enticing idea, let’s play witch and vampire. We will turn into ajnabee meaning strangers on this night. Repeat after me: I am no man or woman. I have no human flesh. My soul is cracking. The body is distancing itself. We have no age or sex. I am a vulture, she is a vulture. We are possessed by the demonic forces.”

She grabbed a tennis ball rolling on the floor, spun it and removed the skin to flick it right on Jason’s face. He grabbed the ball. “What? It’s not your ball dude. At least, I know your size…it does matter.”

“You are an expert at ball,” he retorted.

“Let play this game,” she insisted. “Today in Halloween. I ain’t sitting in shit boredom and fuck my night like that. Add some spice to our sex life.” They huddled together. She held the candy bowl filled with candies and Halloween shaped chocolates.
Menka turned to him and grabbed his fist, almost ripping his skin. Jason yelped in pain. “We are playing Halloween. I am the witch. You are the vampire. We have no human identity. Let’s play the game…wicked, ruthless, spitting fire. I will kill you. It’s the night…the full moon.”

He smirked. Jason repeated, “I am the vampire trapped in the human body. I am your shadow.”
The door banged furiously and a loud thud continued uninterruptedly. She barely had time to wrap a towel around her waist and scampered towards the door.

A harrowing voice lumped at him, ‘Trick or Treat.” He didn’t have the time to bob his head up when a burning force grabbed his fist and the next, the body flung towards the wall. His head banged several times against the cement concrete. The body twisted and spun in the air in a somersault movement. He almost fainted on the floor growling in pain, unable to take the hit of the sudden invisible force piling on him from all sides, kicking his stomach, head, and chest. The chest exploded in pain like a moth of fire ball raging inside, head twirled and a jabbing sensation on his head pressed tightly. He almost choked and was on the verge of passing out.



Thousand heart beat and steamy glass of tea


Droplet of water,

plopped inside the cutting chai,

hiding under the tiny tent,

water sprinkled and drenched the long hair,

snipers barricading the steamy tea,

saving it from the water,

no human nor liquid can save its skin from the splash,

a sensual gaze flitted past the manly gaze,

emotion ran deep inside his body,

water flew through her perfect sculpt,

carved with finesse,

eyelid popped open at her gaze,

she flew like the brittle wind,

thousands heartbeat,

a fresh gulp,

tongue burnt,

she disappeared in the flick of seconds,


mesmerizing beauty.



Technology and elderly


Donning the avatar of a sulking child,

elderly have their fair share of whining,

not for a toy,

nor a chocolate,

a silly WhatsApp message from their son or daughter,

screw it!

it’s not even working,

who is to be blamed?

The youth glued to the smartphones for the entire day,

can’t even fix the bug!

they resemble a jilted lover,

crying hoarse over the world’s ruthless way,

denying the joy of instant messages,

who chased us off the streets!

I ain’t even judging our elders,

amused on how social media and technology,

driving normal sapiens into the world of insanity,

technology is another name for havoc.





A slice of love, Geet and life Jab we Met


There are some movies, that offer a slice of life and stays in our imagination and hearts forever. Such cinematic gem often serves as an imitation of the real and we end up falling in love with the characters. How we wish to have someone like them as our soul mates!


This week, Imtiaz Ali’s Jab We Met celebrated a decade of falling in love with the boisterous and uninterrupted chatterbox Geet and of course, Aditya Kashyap. A tale of love and the complications of existence which still rings fresh in our mind and the innate desire for a friend or soul mate like Geet to gently remind us to breathe every moment or it’s never too late to pursue our passion in life. She makes a man or women feel complete.

There are so many emotions associated with Jab we Met that makes us realize that we have suddenly become old. Geet is one of the rare and adorable characters that make me fall in love with her at every instant. How I wish to find her in real? There are very few characters like her who chew life and steal your heart at the mere mention. One can never get enough of this film that has hardly a dull moment. I watched this movie again today and it still feels fresh that brought me back to the carefree and rebellious days in Mumbai. The days where you believe in love and the special someone whom you wish to be like her. There are quite a few lucky souls who may have met their Geet, a character immortalized by Kareena  Kapoor and a role that suits her to the hilt. She simply defines love at first sight.

A totally kick-ass woman and she stole the thunder with the one-liners, ‘we are by the way friends, Zindagi mere favorite game or jaala de Sali ko’ that won the hearts. There is not a single flaw that I can recollect in Jab We Met that offered a mirror image of life with the very believable Geet and Aditya which the college goer crowd could relate to in those days.

The film and the characters are timeless that even after 10 years, one can see that nothing has changed in the way we interpret love. Jab we Met is the perfect guide to relationships. I can watch this movie innumerable times that teaches so many things about living every minute, not nurse regrets, and make blunders.

It’s a movie that has redefined urban love and relationships in India that touches the core of the young generation. Imtiaz Ali scored a sixer with this one and it is fair game to call it epic, iconic and a masterpiece in depicting the pulse of the Indian youth. Geet and Aditya were not just film characters but friends we wished to have and nurture for life. You just can’t get enough of Geet. The playfulness, innocence, stupidity, and craze for life make her simply adorable. There is a certain strength about the female protagonist doesn’t give a damn to the world but live life on her own defined terms. She could be an inspiration to clueless people who always seek approval or think too much before doing something. Jump in the water and not think about it, at all.

A decade of Jab we Met and its sheer madness that no die-hard fan can ever recover or stay away from. Geet is the universe and will now be the inspiration to flesh out the female character in the rom-com book that I am working on. I was stuck for a couple of months. But, I have now decided to give shades of Geet to my female protagonist and the bottom line would be, what would Geet do in this particular situation?’ The book will in part be a tribute to JWM and an ode to one of the most adorable female characters on screen that I fell in love with.

There are many guys who secretly hope of having someone like Geet in their lives and I am no exception to her magic. Of course, Kareena nailed it and hard to think of someone else other than her who could inject such freshness and depth into the character. The dialogues, be it, ‘Bhatinda chal milati hoon, aap convince ho gaye ya mein aur bolo and the famous Decent Hotel with this terrific line, train mein mila…item kaisa, ek dum karak.’

Jab We Met was not just a film for our generation but a journey a bit like the travails and adventure of Aditya Kashyap and Geet who are too good to be real in every single frame. It celebrated love and went beyond that to re-affirm our belief and the zest for life.



Intimacy and wild lie


Spinning a tapestry of dreams,

unsaid words,

if only, I could utter the three-letter words to her,

everything is a lie,

passionate kiss,

wild intimacy,

gentle caress in the dark night,

I tell her, wanna make love to your mind,

she jotted her phone number with the red lipstick,

inviting me in her room,

a lie told to  each other,

she tells me, ‘hush let me take you to the honey bliss,

lick the juice in the vineyard’

we didn’t make love to our beautiful minds,

the hardened flesh bore our savageness,

violently trudging the body lines,

only the scars and regret remain,

silent night owls witnessed treachery to our souls.






Diwali framed with sweetness and light


Diwali is the time of the year we anticipate joy, fun to light the wick in the earthen and colorful lamps. It’s a routine exercise at home on the festive day with mom doing the prayer, filling the sweets in the bags to be distributed and decked in traditional Kurta and Pyjama or sari for the ladies. Gorging on sweets is a pleasurable activity where I exceeded all limits and did the same this time.

The traditional Puja lamp was lit on Choti Diwali by Mom and the dabba filled with sweets was placed on the thalis as offering.  This time, I was on a strict diet and medication since I have been diagnosed with high cholesterol. But, then, Diwali doesn’t come every day and indulged by trying to live up to my favorite phrase, ‘Koi bhi bahana chalega.’

The colorful wax candles were so much fun to light on Diwali. Aren’t they beautiful? Someone could have mistaken them for the colorful barfi on the plate.

I love the traditional earthen lamps and they look beautiful at night. Sorry for the quality of pictures on my old Kodak digital camera. No Diwali can happen without the beautiful earthen lamps.

On Diwali eve, I got the wax colorful candles which is imported from India and enjoyed lighting them as they reflect the true spirit of the festival. As it is, I am dead against fire crackers. This time also, the festival brought in some lovely surprise when I least expected in the form of extra money where I got myself a polo t-shirt, shirt and steel lota for Mom to perform her morning prayer.

This time Diwali taught me to slow down and didn’t do any work but lazed around for five days, including Diwali day. The joy of not doing anything particular, no pressure to work round-the-clock but just be with the self, doing yoga, long walks, reading my book and watching movies. Be the light, like they say.

Got the Rangoli sticker from the market. I want to learn how to make Rangoli but had to make do with this beautiful and colorful one since I lack the artistic skill. Wish that your life becomes more colorful like the lights and Rangoli this season.

The colorful candle lamps were bought last year but this time, I recycled it by pouring oil to turn them into lamps. The colors are very vibrant and we have kept it for every festive season till it lasts.

The mithai, candles, Diwali bags, Haldiram’s Soan papdi and Ganesha makes for a cool display in true Diwali spirit.

Wish you all an extraordinary year filled with sweetness, love, money and no dearth of anything from intimacy to liquor, like one of my friend’s jhakaas Diwali message. Be the light and happiness. Hope you enjoy the pictures of our Khushi wali Diwali at home.

Believe in your dreams and keep faith