Eric

My first impression of the man was he that he was old. He was a wearing a black shirt and dark blue jeans and walking around with a walking stick looking at the room diagnollay opposite to my room to stay. I dint think of him much but later that day i saw him sitting on the balcony alone with a black cigaret dangling from his mouth. I found him very intriguingly handsome. He is White, English and Stylish. I smiled at him and asked him the usual question.
Me: (Smiling) Hi I am so and so
Him: (smiles Back) Hi i am Eric.( we shake hands)
Me: How long are you here for and what are you doing?(you know the usual question we ask when we are travelling).
Him: I am not sure maybe for a day or two and then i have to leave for a film shoot and then maybe i will come back after that.
Me: Ohh Wow film shoot? Really?
Him: Nothing that interesting, They wanted a White old English male who paints and i just happened to be there and being a painter they were interested in me and they asked me to act in their movie and as i had nothing better to do I said yes. (shrugging)
Me: Wow thats interesting.. So you are a painter??
Him:  Yeah.. I paint a little. I dabble with paints.
Me: Do you have anything to show me??
Him: I have few on my phone, let me see if i can find some.( he scrolls through the phone and gives me his phone)
Me: While looking scrolling I find some pics with some interesting statues. I was intrigued and i say him.. Wow these are interesting, who’s are these?
Him: Ohh.. I made them….
Me: WHAT.. you are sculptor too. Wow thats so awesome.
Him: Yeah, I collect scarp and i creat something out it. poSo what do you do??
Me: I tell him.. Blah blah blah
I controlled the urge to pee and settled down to listen to him. When he’s shown his exhibition pictures i was smitten as Douglas Adams came for the opening his show. What could be more interesting to me that that? And That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We used to go for coffee and I started spending as much time as possible beaucase of the kind of stories he used to tell me. I was in awe of him and i guess little bit in love too.. He was such a proper gentleman with all the proper ettequet.
     His stories are funny, intriguing and he himself is quite fascinating. We used to speak about books, music, Painting (i don’t know a lot but still), Sculpting, travelling, Painters, His love life, me about My non existing love life. How he met his wife.. or how he is in India and how he once spend time with a sniper(I would love to meet him once too) I loved talking to him. He had enough storied tell to fill up my time and not being bored(which i might say, is very rare). He said how he once a met young singer who had magical voice who later turned out to be one of the bejees. I was constantly in awe. God how i loved(love) him. He is one of the Those i would miss no matter what. What are the chance of listening to rest of his stories? I wish i get to spend more time with him.
I wish some day I could make someone fall in love with me WITH MY STORIES 🙂

Hyd Street side!!!

When in India… there is a chance you might find Street side henna designers, usually you would miss them on a busy street as they are little hidden.. If you happen to see them and if you are a female or a male who likes henna then don’t miss out on a amazing experience of getting henna done. 

A grandmother’s story

I was recently driving through villages along with 3 more women who happend to be my grandmother, mother and my aunt. The places we were going through are very remote and so small that they dint have proper roads. they had old buildings and some are ruined. for me they were very romantic. being born and brought up in cities, some big and some small. always a city. So all these seemed very dreamy and romantic for my very romantic mind. But for grandmother it was her childhood and for my mother and aunt it was their holiday time. When we were in car or after that 3 days of small village exploring my granny could not stop talking about her younger days. About her parents her siblings and her oh so many memories. Mind you i have heard them all. When i was a child myself. When i used go to grandparents, my grandmother in tyhe evening after all her work was done she used to sit with me out in the night under the stars and tell me stories about her life while applying oil to my haior or henna to my hands or feeding me something or just massing my head. i used soak up all the stories and fall aslee along with her on the bed made with wires. after all these years i was listening to these stories and i thought i need to make a note of them so i get to tell storeies to kids later on or else i will totally forget them. wich i dont want to. My granmother one among the 9 kids and 2 in the line is one of the strongest and indipendent women i was lucky enought to meet let alone related to. So i am going make a note of her life. Only the good parts. I dont want her life to be gone in the wind. I am going put up pics and write what ever i vcan and what ever she can tell me or remember. She is around 80 . obsessed with telivision, amazing cook, especially the traditional telugu food, a loyal sister, papmperd daughter. A mother who still keep her kids under her thumb and grandmother who still pampers her grandkids inspite that they are grown. She is partial to male species. she has 4 kids. One Son followed by 3 daughtes. the 3rd child who is my mother. So obviosly she partial to her Son and 2 grandsons who are my brothers. This srory is hers. It does not matter even if no one reads it. This is about her a woman who did not what electricity was to a woman who uses a smart phone. a woman who loves travelling, perfumes, food. A woman who is so stong that she refuses to cry. Who is scared of dark but still lives alone. A woman insipte of many backlashes still manages to stand tall and strong. A woman who everyone loves but never cross that line she draws. Hope i can do justice to her stories and to her in some way.

Scene out of movie “Birds”


See those 3 crows sitting.. and see my plate of amazing fish and chips… those crows were Planning a war on me who was alone. Those three and there were 4 more in various places around me. Those bitches stated slowly coming toward me one by one from all the sides. No amount of shooing was working. I was getting little scared but I was not willing to let them win. Those bitchy conieving bastards. 

Thank god for the guy who came and rescued me. He did nothing he just sat near another table and those fuckers left. My Hero 😍

Ruined for sex?

stock-vector-girl-cry-pop-art-vintage-comic-retro-background-263336555I think I am. Too much of romance books, sweet romance shit and imagination and a romanic ex-boyfriend and now an amazing vibrator which gives me two to three orgasms .  I don’t have anyone to kiss. Where am I going to get a guy who is going to kiss me crazy let alone give me orgasms. I think I ruined myself for regular sex with a man. DAMN. I still want to feel the stubble or a couple beard on my cheeks. Strong arms around me. Its such an amazing feel. But is it worth all the trouble??

Horny

Ohh fuck, Is it the age?? Are women over 30 really this horny? Was I this horny when I was in my 20’s?? I am horny all the fucking time.. I see a good kissing scene i am getting so horny and top less guy is doing that to me too.. A guys arms and calf muscles are making me horny. I think its the age. I am looking at a guy from my laptop screen who is sitting behind and i am Horny. I am tired of using a vibrator. If only a guy takes the first step and kiss the fuck out me because give me time and I think fuck out of everything so i don’t want time. But for that i need a guy who is not scared of me. That’s getting way too difficult. And I am in India. Where am i going to get that here. I am at fault.

Foreigners on My Land (We are not cheap)

NOTE: India is not as cheap as you think. If you have money we have awesome stuff. You dont want to spend and complain that your not getting good stuff/stay??Doesnt work like that here. We Indians or most of us think that forigners are exotic. Personally I like everyone I mean apart from many I dont i.e. I meet lot people when am travelling and i have some good friens who are of different skin tones. What i hear from “most” of them is how bad India is or how sick and tired of India they are. Or how Indians try to sell them stuff or gawk at them or try to talk or pesture them with pics or how dirty India is or how desparate we are.

Maybe its all true. It is true I suppose. Because they do that to us too. Like gawking if we dont wear appropriate cloths or behave weriedly if we travelling alone or try to sell stuff(thats what sales men do). Lets say if i go to France or Italy with a saree am pretty sure people will gawk at me. Like in a very traditional genral indian attire. When we(Indian’s) are so eager to adapt or to try to blend in western culture why not a person who is from another country try to blend in? You land in India and see how most of us dress or behave and why not try to blend in??

You know not all of our guys are rapists!! We have some amazing guys. I agree most of them just look for a quick fuck but then which guy does not?? They try but dont judge the country with that.

I dont know what one expects when coming to India. But we are not that. We want to be western but cant seem to run away from our culture. There is 100’s of years of culture which is difficult to get away or for that matter stay with too. I personally dont want that to go away. You guys are different why not just enjoy the difference. We have both sides. Developed and very under develpoed side too.

We are colourful bunch, I might not like many stuff and there are some very very moronic stuff that happens here just like everywhere else and maybe more than some countries and less than some countries. If you prepare to judge anyways and decide to hate, why come?? Accept that we are different than you guys and then just enjoy the culture difference and ofcourse be batshit careful. Dont travel alone in the night especialy female population. Mind it I am an Indian woman and I travel alone and I am batshit Careful.