humour, Musings from the coffee shop

Sex, Orgasm, Atoms and the Universe

“I bet you get a lot of action.” I winked at her expecting her vibrant blush. Instead she replied as if it was a matter-of-fact, “True. It’s like a habit now. I can’t even remember when it all started. You know, I can’t even count my ex-boyfriends anymore,” she chuckled. “Wow. That many?” I replied.  “Yes and there are those guilty flings as well.” How could she say things like that in such a casual manner? I looked around ensuring that nobody was overhearing our conversation. The café was practically empty and the sole waiter was busy ogling at this girl who was sitting on a faraway corner. “Wow! So, with so many options what’s been your best experience so far?” I asked her teasingly.

“Sexually?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Hmm…Let me think”, she thought for a moment and resumed excitedly, “So there was this time; the best night of my life. In fact that night changed my life.  And I am not exaggerating. Ugh! That orgasm! That orgasm surpassed anything I had ever felt. It was more amazing than amazing, you know! I mean you cannot just call it amazing. It was beautiful beyond imagination.” She looked at my face and tried to ease my confusion, “Let me try to elaborate…What’s the smallest thing that you can think of? A dust particle? Now, they tell you that your smallest thing is nothing compared to atoms. In fact a dust particle houses thousands of atoms. You nod. You are like okay. But can you really imagine that? That something as small as a dust can house thousands of even smaller particles! But they don’t stop there. Atoms have further smaller particles! What the fuck! But wait, this doesn’t stop here even! Atom’s smaller particles have further smaller particles. These things blow my mind. I can’t imagine it! I can’t go beyond the bloody dust particle. For me, that is atom.”

I sat mystified by how my question about sex has her discussing about quantum physics. As if knowing exactly what I was thinking, she added, “Worry no more. Here comes the analogy. We take facts for what they are even when we can’t see it, even when we can’t imagine it. That night…that night I could finally imagine the unimaginable. I could finally magnify that scale. I could finally see beyond the dust. Until then orgasm had just been this supposedly amazing thing. Then it became the amazing thing. It stopped being the dust; it went on to become the atoms, the protons, the neutrons, the quarks.”

I was finding it a bit hard to digest the analogy but she continued anyway, “Okay, I will leave physics out of this. I will tell you the best part – that night, I laughed like a mad man. I know it’s weird and it has never happened to me before and since – but I was indeed laughing so hard and this spasm, this colossal spasm simultaneously traversed across my body. And it coupled with my laughter in such a way that the waves resonated, you know. So, the amplitude got even higher! I climaxed along with my cheek muscles, my weird chuckling voice, my lips, my stomach movements – you know, how your stomach moves when you laugh, my heart beats – my laughing heartbeats! It went on for a long time.” She paused and closed her eyes for a moment as if savoring the memory and continued, “But it wasn’t the end of it. I came again. And again. And again. And again. I exploded like a big bang. Pieces of me scattered all over me like the pieces of universe. Never before had I witnessed something so beautifully shattering. I was ready to die with that explosion and it felt as if my life was complete. And in that moment it really was. Nothing could match the emotions I felt then. Happiness, hope, love. Love – one of the rare times when I actually felt it. I cannot describe the intensity. I fell in love with myself then. It was madness! My orgasm ricocheted not just across my loins, it was the origin of it, yes, but it traveled all the way up and down; from my head to my toe. To my navel, to my chest, to my heart, to my thoughts, to my dreams, to my self-esteem. It traveled to those realms as well! Can you believe that? Those were not merely repeated convulsions! Those were much powerful than that!  I had no idea that I had the capability to feel that way. And you know how the astronomers say how there are traces of big bang still spread across our universe? Like that I have traces of that night spread across me still. Often it invokes in me a feeling of longing. And I often wonder what if I never experience something like that again. But I am okay with that. I mean I would love it if I could go a level up too and explore further but I am not going to pressurize anyone or myself. Most of the amazing things happen just once in our lives, like this day right here, that’s what makes it more special. Doesn’t it? So, I am okay with this separation and linearity as well.  The memories mostly inspire me. They tell me that I am worth being sunk in those gigantic waves. That I am worth witnessing that power. That I am worth feeling that way. I deserve nothing less. It’s ironic – this statement. But it keeps my spirit high and makes me respect myself more. Ah, that night though! That night – it was infinity. It was the circle of life. It was subatomic particle. It was the eternity of universe.”

“Boy!” I muttered as I sat enraptured imagining what I couldn’t possibly imagine. ‘Atoms’, you know, as someone would like to call it. But I kind of wished that she had explained the whole scenario from the beginning and not just the end point. So, I added quietly hoping that she’d address my remote but yet influential perverseness as well by giving a few insights on how to traverse and find the road whose destination was so magical, “The guy, the guy that you slept with that night, MUST have been really good.”

“Absolutely! Except that there wasn’t one.”

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30 Days writing challenge, Poetry

Day Nineteen – Apathy

Under my ignorant understanding of the world,
And pitiable generalization of humanity,
I find myself openly craving for this amazing trait.
Could be that what once we saw as ‘expectations’,
Had just been an evidence for how one once cared,
But nevertheless, solicitousness is engraved with sin
And unnecessary hurt
And unnecessary pain
And indifference!
Indifference is something to celebrate!
Indifference is happiness, isn’t it?
But what’s this blue thought creeping in my head?
We have come a long way of progression –
But how did we come to be living in the world where apathy is considered to be the coolest thing to possess?

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AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
Writing challenge - May'17
my life, random

Ma and I

I look back at my life and I look at my life now and all I see is a line, not even a plane, not even a series of line segments connected at various angles, not even that, just a line, one dimensional – an infinite repeating stale connections of collinear points. That’s it. I see rainbows but in gray scale. I see vitality but only in the creases of my palms. I sigh at life; What a fucked up mess! A tasteless stew! Vestigial! Garbage!
Distant voices call me harsh and stupid. But they don’t understand that life doesn’t care! Maybe death does but then who cares about his universally acknowledged and yet clandestine existence! Until it’s too late?
Astrologers approve of my stars. Society acknowledges my talent. Sometimes it rains small packets of happiness. Sometimes birds sit on my shoulders and sing songs of love. And yet all I see is a line – An infinite stabbing, sobbing, screaming line.

And that is all I see until I ask my mother – “What do you want? It is mother’s day!” All I see is a line until she takes me into her arms and says, “Nothing. You are enough.”
And that’s when the line shatters into stars scattered across a beautiful night sky. That’s when the line erupts into multiple hitherto unknown dimensions. That’s when the line splits into VIBGYOR. That’s when the line becomes the life worth living.

Happy mother’s day! (Not belated, because that’s today, every today)

random

The crush

You really have to loathe or love the enormous capability of your body to feel various things – Remember the times when your brain just relentlessly makes you search for an appropriate word for how you feel, when it makes you scowl at your insufficient vocabulary or keeps you wondering what sensations you are going   through; those moments that appall you and appease you at the very next second. It’s simply outstanding. Sometimes you are sinking in happiness and you have no idea why, sometimes you are this great entertainer and you realize that you never meant to socialize let alone entertain anyone, sometimes you just want the whole world to fuck off, sometimes you want to hide in a little corner of your room and just make out with solitude , sometimes you are too sad and hence you go creative, sometimes you have had the best day ever and yet all you want to do is sit and cry, sometimes you want to get high, sometimes you want to rise up in the morning and breathe in the fresh cool air, touch dew drops and witness sunrise, sometimes you want to talk and just go on talking, sometimes you want to embrace silence and there are those times when you grow obsessed ; with a book, with a band, with a song, with a movie, with coffee, with cheese, with a blog, with a website, with an actor, with a poem and suddenly out of nowhere…

With a person.

With a god damned person!

How do I stop thinking about him? Like is that even possible? Can I just stop myself and pretend nothing is there and breathe as normally as I can? Can I stop talking about him? I am sure my diary is bored. My friends are bored. And it’s high time that even I get bored! So can all this just not happen anymore?

“Of course it’s possible!” says the sensible and smart voice in my head.
“Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

Okay, if you say so. I guess then the question isn’t how to stop thinking about him. Question is do I want to stop thinking about him?

“Say yes! Say yes!”  – says the sensible me.

Yes. Yes. Even if I say this a dozen times it wouldn’t make it any true. It’s not true at all.

The insensible me turn to the sensible voice in my head and ask – Why can’t you admit what we are really going through? What is it that you fear?

Silence.

And soon my brain starts to wander among his memories;
His smile, his laugh, his peculiar sense of humor, his voice, his touch, his hair, his eyes and the fact that he has no idea somewhere someone is this obsessed with him.

“Fuck. Dude, what have you got yourselves into?”

The sensible me finally breaks the silence by answering the question with another question.
Not cool. Not cool.
What have I got myself into? How the fuck would I know? Like I can control what I feel! Do I ask my brain to flash his image in my head whenever I hear a song we both love? Do I ask my brain to nag my own self wondering if it’s right to talk to him or just say hi or just send him a message and wait for his reply like I have nothing else to do? Come on! It’s not deliberate.

You don’t have to say it miss sensible. I know it’s miserable.You have best intentions in your heart. You want to grab my hand and keep me from falling.

That’s awfully kind of you. Have I not mentioned that before? That really is. I hope you are able to execute this plan of yours. I do want you to. I know how much you care about me. And your plan is flawless! Because what’s the point?  I sit here and make these little love notes, dream with my eyes wide open, imagine weird possibilities, smile for things that are unlikely to happen, blush over a stupid name, be happy just over the prospect of meeting someone and what does that someone do?

All the things he normally does. While I throw away hours thinking about him, whom does he think about? While I spend my nights dreaming about him, whom does he dream about?  While I talk to him wondering what bliss that is, what does he wonder about?

Insecurity and boldness hits me at the same time. The sensible me who is so sensible and so sure about how only stupidity can embrace me pleads me to throw this entire obsession away. It’s leading nowhere she says. You will end up hurting yourself she says. Trust me she says. You will know when it is meant to be she says.

There is such convincing confidence in her voice. In front of her the bold I, to her horror, starts to doubt her own self. She is standing there with one of those not-so-desirable dazed look on her face. She opens her mouth and closes it again. She tries to speak up and nothing comes out of her. Not so bold after all, is she?

“B-but…” she stammers and the word just hangs there in the air. Floating and waiting.

Floating and waiting.

Floating and waiting…

 

philosophy, theturquoiseink quotes.

Stars

Disclaimer: A small piece of poetry for those things that don’t really make sense in our lives.

You wish I was there,
That I hadn’t gone,
With tears streaming down,
You fell asleep sad and torn.
You dreamt that I held you…
And told you “It’s okay”
But Oh! Dear, love!
You never needed me to stay.

 

Featured image courtesy: http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/hubble/science/antlia-galaxy.html

humour, Penumbramagazine, Short Stories

What to do when you find that someone you know is a lesbian.

Well, here are some clear instructions for that;

Check list includes:

10.Spread it like a wild fire.

  1. Make fun of her in every possible way.

  2. Don’t talk to her. She might fall for you.

  3. Make her realize that she is not acceptable in society over and over again.

6.And when you have done all of the above, go to a police station.

  1. Look for a nice and dumb police officer.

4.Ask for his gun very cleverly.

  1. Say ” I am a bad and sick person and I do not deserve to live.”

  2. Hold the gun to your temple. Carefully.

  3. Shoot.

^THIS WAS THE checklist of  DON”Ts

The checklist of DO’s include:

1. Do nothing.

2.  I repeat, do nothing because there is nothing to be done here.

Anyway, moving on to the secondary part of the post..

Well, I was declared lesbian after my friends happened read to this( the not so short story that I am going to share). But I went ahead anyway and submitted the story to the online magazine I write for.

The answer to the question of whether I am really a lesbian is something that I would just like to leave as a mystery because I don’t think it matters either way. Of course, being a lesbian might  result in me ending up in jail ( India being such a party pooper) and facing a lot of homophobic attacks but I think being in jail might get theturquoiseink some of its greatest posts. Being a heterosexual, on the other hand, will pretty much be all everybody-does-this stuff; me drooling over Ian Somerhalder and Brad Pitt and Edward Norton’s pics and then having stupid one day crush on all my seniors one by one and checking out every hot guy I spot across the street and yet have no boyfriend. And when the most unlikely of all my friends will get committed with the hottest guy I know, I might fall  into the deepest pool of depression. No jail, no crime, no nothing. And no greatest posts for theturquoiseink. Ugh!

Conclusion: I can fall in love with anyone I want. You should not have any fucks to give. If you do, then that’s the ultimate wastage of fucks! Nobody grows much fucks anymore but if you do then you should know that they are precious and one should not waste them on judging someone based on who he/she loves. They are meant for greater purpose.

Here’s the link. Happy reading!

http://penumbramag.com/about-her/

Signing off,

Theturquoiseink

 

 

 

 

Poetry

Where did you go?

The load of earth and bricks caressing my feeble back, A little ending air, and the world going black,
But these tiny little hands, and tiny little eyes,
Carry an abundance of hues and the beauty of a sunrise,
What more could I have got? What more could I have expected?
Her heart beating,
And mine dying,
The span of my life being flamboyantly dissected.

I have lived my life, I have played my part, I have watched you growing, and slowly walking apart,
I kept asking why, to me and to you,
But you never told and you never would do.
So close, yet so far, same roof but miles away,
Nothing else to do but to cry, hope and pray,
But I kept loving you son, I have had and I always will,
There is a place in my heart, that no one but you can fill.

So what you don’t talk? You simply ignore, go ahead and walk? You have erased me from your life to be with your wife.
But I don’t feel offended son, I know how much you love,
The rest of world is far below and she is high above.
You two have my blessings, never fall apart!
Be together forever, Stay in each other’s hearts!

Your year old daughter reminds me of you, Your lovely eyes and face, your innocence brand new,
She is your life, she is your soul, she is your everything,
Summer, winter, rainy, autumn, she is your lovely spring.
And now wrapped in my dying arms, but completely secure….

I wonder if I saved her because She is who I care for,
I wonder if I saved her because She is everything I adore,
I wonder if I saved her because I love her from deepest of my core,
But I know I saved her because I have always loved you more.

To the woman who lost her life saving her fifteen months old grand daughter.