to see her and to smell her skin,

stars are gleaming and the moon is full

in the pleasant breeze we commit that beautiful sin

when I touch her low abut , with my finger,

she blooms like a flower and turns red

on my lap she sits with her face facing mine

otherwise she lazily looses it on the bed

The boot loader runs as she prepares for the feast

and presents me with choice of smuttiness

Linux is the most pleasurable mode

as it gets longer to satisfy her steaminess

I tardily unbutton her top, as I open up the terminal

and this is when we game our foreplay

I navigate deeper in to the folders

undressing her piece by piece before actually set to sway

As I go about keying her with the code

she cuddles on to my arms as if she will never let me go

sometimes I stop to rethink the logic

she says better be fast or to sleep mode I shall croak

she is so proud of her sexuality, she never ceases to trick me

zesty errors she throws, they simply make me say “I am so dim”

I repeat some of those positions to make those errors fly

she finally compiles,  smiles at me and says “I am done”.

Well this is as much sexier as it could get when I sit with my Laptop trying out some programs. The message is “Geeks have a life too”.

I was kinda thinking, all of my so called “Poems” carried a negative notion. like leaving college,missing friends,running away from one’s own dream company.For a change I thought I should writing something about the brighter side of life. You know something that will make us feel lite and feel good sort of a post.

So here goes another rhyme titled “I See You”

I hope to defy impossibility through this bit of carving
for just words wont describe your endowment of charming

you are that sprite, you used to prank me in my dreams
I woke up cursing the sun, you belong to his own realms

deity created you , he needs to take a bow
I marvel looking at you if you are really sent from above

I celebrate that day, that day I see you around my den
benignant is your presence, my den turned in to a heaven

At the times when I miss you , I close my eyes to see you in my mind
your smile flashes such a brilliance it’s ironical that it still leaves me blind

I wish to borrow a part of your asset that very thing they call affection
blessed you are with such an present, bearing it like mother of conviction

As I start penning down the ending line
I wish to recount on a dear of mine
This rhyme that you have just read through,
is dedicated to my good old buddy, baby Shru

This is first ever feel good thing I have penned down , talking of “feel good”, the only thing that comes in to my mind is the song “Subah Subah” from the movie “I See You”. I guess now you will figure why this post is named so.

If you are a Sasian, I must thank you for showing interest in my blog, as a reward I am letting you out  a secret, I am not taking a break to pursue my Higher studies, I am going to be associated with another firm, apparently Sasken’s own Client. I assume you will forgive me and you do understand the reason why I had to lie to you.

Was It a basic Instinct? well I must say I got lucky, let me not that yet either, you will never know what’s in store for me. I have taken my chances. As the expression goes “Love your work, don’t love your company, for you will never know when the company stops loving you”. Deep inside my heart I do feel I loved Sasken.

Let me make it up, Let me present a rap for Sasken, here it goes

Unfaithful or Basic Instinct both are pretty enjoyable, If you know what I mean . So I here by declare my self a F**king A*s hole for breaking up with Sasken. I am sorry.

First he gives me my Dream Job.

Then he delays my joinig date by 6 months.

He makes the HR call me on the phone the day before the first Batch gets inducted(When I was in the movie hall) and the HR tells me”Your Joining date has been Pre-Poned to tomorrow”.

He got me enlisted on the merit list which undergoes short-term training and he makes my Tests easier.

He then delays my Interview with the client by a month .

He then sets me up with a panel of two client representatives who  test me on Basic skills .

He makes me answer all of thier questions with ease and I pull it off.

He then asks them to put me on the kernel side and I go like “Yeah Baby”

After a few days I get shifted in to another a team which is on Apps.

I work there for a fortnight and then I get kicked in to another team.

This very team happens to be working on Symbian C++. I was made to study those concepts and I had KIckass fun doing so.

Then he makes my client sack the symbian projects and makes me jobless.

So here I am riding it like I never had before, wait a minute! is it me who is riding? or is it the other way round? That’s right Its me who’s being ridden.

It has now made me say “Roller Coaster is not all that fun After all” 

When I really get critical and start analysing it, I can and only can see everybody suffering.So I call upon you and say “Life is just a blast, because it is moving really fast, so you better stay on top or life will Kick you in the Ass”

I would love to give my expert comments on the movie “Psycho ” for; I have this overwhelming urge to talk about it. I have been asking people if they plan to see the flick, if the answer is ‘No’, I immediately give my comments. Otherwise I shut my mouth and say, “Just watch it”.

Well the tale I want to share with you is rather one of the weirdest experience that I have had, while I was returning home from the movie. Before I actually share that, let me recollect my experience when I was doing my SSLC. Needless to say how we guys are at that age. Notorious with Restless eyes, ever-twitching muscle(s), not to mention the Raging harmones.

This incident took place when I was returning home from school after my tuition classes. There was a place right across the street where they used to sell Nice Bondas. I made it point to have one while returning home every time I passed by. That day was not destined to end happily. When I was just about go to that bonda stall, a bunch of eunuchs surrounded me. They demanded for money. I just had 2 bucks with me, which I carried just to pay for those delicious bonda. I had no choice I gave one of them the money. Here is how it went on.

He/She: Hey, we are not beggars we are god’s own angels.

Me: I have only this much.

He/She: You must not say that, you will have something to give if you wanted to.

Me: Bite me. (Started laughing)

He/She: oh! Looks like you need to be enlightened, I will show you something that will enlighten you. (Started to lift his/her skirt up)

I started crying. There were literally tears in my eyes. Then they stopped and started laughing at me. One of them came to me and squeezed my lower lip as if I was ‘Angelina jolie’ and said, “the kid is cute, poor thing, let him go”.

I came home crying and my siblings had the entertainment of their lives when I narrated my debacle at the bonda stall. Since then, I have been staying away from them.

Yesterday when I was returning home from the movie it was about 8 in the evening. While driving I noticed a hot chick walking down the lane. She was draped in a saree. She had a perfect body. I was tempted to look at her face as I approached her and as in the movies, as we came close, she also looked at me and incidentally our eyes locked I was just about to thank god for making my evening, but I was startled. I was looking in to the eyes of a eunuch. I realized that she is not “She” after all.

He/She smiled at me and said “Can you drop me till the Banyan tree?”

My head spun and the visual “the Bonda stall” played back in my mind. I would not want to take the risk this time. So I said “Yeah sure” and stopped.

He/She hopped on and said “Thank you Thambi” which means thank you bro.

I was Ice cold as He/she was sitting on the pillion seat .I rode as fast I as I could and stopped at the banyan tree. He/She praised me saying “kadvane unukku nalla valke thara” which sort of is like wishing “God bless you”

Now this is what happened “Jab We met”

The day I had been longing for,

It was 25^th of October 2004

Wittingly looking around as aliens pass by

The place I was headed, rested until, a sly

Overwhelmed I was, I wore my best attire

Hoping the aliens will not get a chance to pass a satire

I watched my step as it touched inside of the portal

Through the gateway, which bored glorious and immortal.

Placed I was, to drive a vehicle with out a steer

That is what we do to become an engineer.

The mundane set in, away got my fear

Aliens transformed to whom I call “oh dear”

Busses sped around calling me on board

I had pleasure of my life holding on to the footboard

I gazed and gazed sampling my fate on the picks

Bus stop was the place where I hounded for chicks

Tests and assignments popped once in a while

Overseen too carefully to cheat and not to get on trial.

KJC, my lavish lounge where I dallied the cricket match,

Saturdays were the best, with home movies to watch.

Sprouted a local club, keyed as B-gang

Fabled it is now, as a song that we all sang.

I assayed my way through the GATE and to bell the CAT

Thanks to my aptitude, my back could not get a pat.

Cool was our corner, our bugles resounded high above the rock

Treks we set out, sipping out of an ace bottle of coke.

What was meant to be four years of education,

Appears to me as four days of vacation.

Nostalgic I am turning back the pages,

Can solely smile reading this chapter called “A BIT of my life”.

Those brawls and dustups, thinking of which I feel a blaze in my heart.

Moments, which are long gone. I rebuke at very thought of it, I hope they are not really gone.

It was a perfect morning then, all merry and gay,

With fellow mates around there was nothing to worry, just play

Then came a day when each had to part, to what it seemed like a true destiny, solely bemused of making a roaring career.

We sure do meet new souls and make new acquaintances,

But I do not see a point in trying, if I have to leave them.

The ones who love me and the ones, who don’t, show the same Colour

When it is all set to go.

The destiny seems blurred and there is no one to stand by, still I need to walk along, for I am mentored to devolve the past and give it a try.

I hope to resolve this disarray; I have no choice, I must say good-bye and smile at the new world, which offers me chance.

It has flown out of my heart a song in agony.Its killing to live without friends.I am a survivor.

It just happened that a movie by name “Bachna hain haseeno” caught my interest, you can probably guess what pulled me in, and no points for guessing, it was those long legs and short skirts.This flick was not on my cards until a friend of mine abetted me to have it so.

So there I was with four other friends of mine in a movie hall watching three women and a man doing things that are way far from reality and way too filmi to be watched.

Let me tell you, I have watched Rajani Kanths movies, I have watched telugu movies where the hero claps his hands and the villain dies of an heart attack, I have watched Vijay kanth’s movies where the bullet fired at him,hits him and reflects back to the villain and the villain dies. I have tolerated all these, I in fact enjoyed watching such stunts.But the one I have mentioned above proved to be a real challenge to me.

Would you believe if I say I uttered “Wat the Fuck” more than 5 times while watching this movie.This movie was completely baseless.It was as good or bad as the B grade movies that they play on setMAX once in while, where a guy next door is seduced by a nympho and they get on with all sort of hungama escaping the society and all that shit.

I do not mean to be argumentative and bring down the revenues of movie makers and the pop corn sellers,there are other business sectors affected too, like the provision stores, which sell amrunthanjan and medical stores which sell saridon .I am sure they will have good business if people were to watch this movie.

The bottom line is “Bachna hain haseeno is one fuckall movie”If you still want watch that movie,God help you.

The next evening she called out for help again, this time she was half naked and she was lying down at the doorsteps. This time she complained the same person in black snatched her necklace and ran away, when she squalled for help, he was frightened and hence he dropped the necklace near the compound. Surprisingly people found that her necklace was indeed at the compound.

The very next evening at around 7:30 I saw high flaming subject moving around and people started screaming and there was a stampede. That woman had set herself on fire and was walking on the streets like a soldier at a parade. This time she was silent without making any noise. I saw through the flame that she was happy and all smiling. Her body was getting charred and there she was, enjoying every bit of pain. I stood there not knowing what to do; I stared and stared at her. Her daughter started crying that’s when this woman realized she was on fire. She collapsed and was now feeling the real pain and she started crying out for help. She was then taken to the hospital where Doctors after examining her reported that there were good chances of her survival.

The next evening she gained consciousness and to people’s surprise she kept cursing her husband for having done injustice to her. What more surprising was that she spoke in male voice. She said, “I am going to kill him, how dare he cheats on my sister”. When she was asked who she was, she answered, “I am Sathya, brother of Aparna, I am here to kill her husband,he is cheating on her. I am the one who Aparna saw the other day, the guy in the black dress”. Well one thing you ought to know is that Sathya died in a road accident, he was a lorry driver. She died later that night. Her husband got married to another woman and a couple from US adopted pinky.

She had a very attractive physic. Men always found her very sexy and they always hoped that someday they would get to play the “game” with her (if you know what I mean). She had dark complexion and always had a strange Colour studded on to her forehead. She used to walk around the village and every time she passed by a man, he was getting captivated; it was as if he was hypnotized. She wore strange clothes and she always used to take bath at the riverside at four o clock in the morning.

She had come to live in Guruwayur from an unknown place. She had those gleaming eyes and one winsome smile that no man could possibly escape from. On one particular night prassanna went out for a walk and he did not return. His family went about searching him and found him unconscious at the gateway of the village. Since then he goes missing in the night and he comes back home early in the morning. Another serious change in his behavior is that he never gave money that he earned to his wife. When asked for, he used to beat the shit out of her.

Well as the days went on, the phenomenon became alarmingly phenomenal. The list of such psychopaths kept growing. Later village women suspected that it was that sexy lady who is behind this. One fine day they decided to check on her activities and that was a new moon on top, she brought home a guy with her, but to their surprise it was guy who welcomed that lady into her own house and he was saying “don’t worry its my house and no one will see us here I will keep you resided in this place.” The villagers were caught in a cook and were wondering what the hell is happening!! One brave woman collected the courage to go peep into the room they went in. She was thrown into such a storm that she could barely open her mouth to speak. She said she found the two in a rather colly condition. They were playing the “Game”.

These village women decided to cast her away, but she refused all the charges pressed against her. But too bad she was beaten up by the women and was killed on the road. This is not the end. The actual thrill lies in the fact that all of the men who were her victims, committed suicide. This had a pattern too. The first victim was the first one to die and the rest followed, with one-month gap in the middle on new moons.

I am sure you by now are completely pissed off and are wondering why the hell I am talking all this “scary shit”. Well these are just the trailers of what oorbaglu (name changed) had to give the “Sevens” when the rest of the group asked him to narrate a few nice stories. Imagine yourself in a place as small as the MANTAPA at 12 in the night with small drizzles and cold wind all over and you are with only 6 other guys who are no better than you in getting hold on their heartbeats. That does scare the hell out of you doesn’t it?

The group asked oorbaglu to change the theme of his stories to a rather more pleasing one. No points for guessing!!!! It was “Sex”. Well you could not possibly expect the guys to be any different. Boys will be Boys. So there he was narrating the most erotic stories that he has read and has seen. He was so good, Kashi let out a growl and that’s when we decided to stop and try getting some sleep. Well if you are anticipating that I am going to reproduce the narration of oorbaglu in this category, I am afraid my blog is going to be slated as a porn site. You would not want to growl and get off your seat would you? So I keep the pleasure to myself. Sorry for disappointing you.

We also discussed a lot on our crushes and our plans to go about pursuing them. We talked more about our marriage, first-night, honeymoon, kids and their schooling and even the retirement plans. I am so proud that we finally started to talk about our careers, which was the only thing that had 100 percent chance of materializing, too bad by this time the sun showed up and there we had to leave the topic. Hence we proved that career tops the list of priorities by keeping it to the last.

The next day we went on with our pursuit of the pinnacle and landed back at the gateway where the serpent had given us a signal. The story has finally come to an end.

Let me Give out the real names of the fellow Spartans in the “Super Sevens”

Ooorbaglu –Dayananda.A DSP engineer R&D services Sasken communications.

Kashi-Thejas V.R Software engineer Adobe India.

Yamaraj-Hemant software engineer Adobe India.

Peter-Keerthi M.S software developer Nokia R&D.

Bomb-Arunangshu Giri software developer Nokia R&D

Gundu Mani-Ravikiran Wipro VLSI

Lesbi-Rahul-Admitted to New jersy Institute Of technology for an M.S in electrical engineering.

Thank you.

A second later I could see the moon coming up all happy and dancing. She was full that evening and was feeling fresh as if she just had a bath in milk and roses, she was beautiful, and as I was just about to smile at her, she also started sending me betokens that something waited to strike me. She was blushing. I really was caught in a spoof, and all of a sudden I had this feeling that someone was standing at the back and awaited my attention. I turned back to verify and had a shock of my life.

All of my fellow mates were gone and at a certain distance, I could see a soul standing. I squinched only later to realize that the figure I was looking at was quite familiar and it coincided with that of my soul mate.

I was thrown into such emotions, that I could barely stand on my feet. Paulo Coehlo had once said “If you really want something, the nature conspires to have that thing ready for you” .I really was missing her and Paulo’s words resounded in my mind.

She felt the same sort of vibrations that I was going under and I could sense the feeling that she too missed me a lot. That was the ultimate moment of my life. Destiny meant nothing more than to have her rest her head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat. It suddenly started drizzling and the aura had this sweet smell of love in it.

She was draped in a blue saree. It was plane and sparse, but thick enough to hide her beauteous frame. She looked perfect, I started wondering if she’s ever going to let me get a few glimpses of her inside. That’s when the wind blew swift, fast enough to drag the saree away from her to reveal somethings that I was not authorized to look at unless she agrees to. Like I said,” If you really want something, the nature conspires to have that thing ready for you” (It works everytime!!!!). She was all blushing. Take it from me; you have got to make a woman feel like a woman to prove your worth as a man.

My emotions dragged my body towards her; I ran towards her without my conscious effort, it was automatic. She too ran towards me. It was a perfect bollywood set, the full moon, the drizzle, the wind, and the stars and not to mention the blue saree, the slow motion running. Everything seemed so perfect.

We both halted with our bodies’ just millimeters away. My heart was pounding like it never had before; I could hear the heart beat and there was an orchestra. The gushing wind, the heartbeats, and the wild breath we were letting out, all put together sounded like a perfect love song. She smelled like a jasmine. We looked at each other in the eyes and said, “Is this the moment I have been waiting for?” all of my senses were satisfied except for the sense of touch. I looked her in the eyes asking for permission. Her eyes told me “Kiss me, I am all yours”. I raised my hands to hold her face; I got myself closer to her and was about do something that I wanted to, ever since I came to know I was a boy. All of a sudden, there developed a feeling of risk. I was uncomfortably shaken. She had facial hair!

Well I was in fact holding my teammate’s head in my hands. His name is bomb (name changed). Too bad I was just dreaming and all that I have said above is the recurring dream of mine, which haunts me every night. To my bad luck (or bomb’s bad luck) he slept beside me that night in the MANTAPA, to my good luck he dint have a shave in the morning, otherwise the other five teammates would have had the entertainment of their lives.