I wish

I feel very sad when men of my own skin do not talk to me or avoid me like plague.

Apps are to find people who are around you...but thats not happening. people who find u in immediate vicinity avoid you like plague.....is it internal homophobia?

I met this guy who also studies in my institute, but another faculty. we had a chat on the mobile gay app. then he once told me that he has seen me....

a semester later i contacted him....and asked him lets meet ...we can just talk or have coffee as it is really boring on the campus as there are no gay men around...he was silent.

the other day he passed by, i guess he said a hi but just went off fast  ...i dont know if he heard my hi...but later he replied on the app that he said Hi....and that there wasnt much to say beyond that...fine i thot he was busy

again today he was passing by, i said a Hi....

his Hi ws very reluctant. I felt very bad, very bad....

It is humiliating.....

 

Doctor doctor

The cat felt sick one day. so went to the neighbourhood doctor.

It waited in a not so long queue with a sense of tiredness in its eyes.

the waiting lounge wasnt that decent enough....the road you know is very cluttered.

the cat's turn comes, the cat gets in to tell its woes.

to its surprise, the cat recognises the doctor is a bigger cat himself....soon the eye tiredness disappeares....the doctor cat blows him good and sends him away. fees not taken.

the cat comes back more active than ever

The friend

It is half past midnight. I am standing across JNU gate wating for my taxi to arrive. As I walk and take my place on the road side I see this man who glances at me. Then he stands facing the wall at an angle and pees. I look why is he so wierdly looking at me. I dont give much attention and  continue waiting for my taxi. He finishes his pee and walks towards me. And passes by. and comes back and hovers around. Now I am sure why is he doing this. He smiles. I smile. You study in JNU? I say no. I came to visit my friend and I am leaving for home. At this hour? standing here? this is not even the bustop. Well I am standing for my taxi. ok...but see there is a taxi. No mine isnt here.

What are u upto? I live here. I am working in construction. Ok. so u havent slept? No I havent. U live alone? yes, i live with other workers. I am looking for a friend. Oh friend....why? u dont have friends.   no I dont have...I wish there was a spl friend. My taxi arrives. he gives me his number and says to me to contact him if I am around again and if I need a friend too..

I drive back home. later after three days I am there again. I message him. He refuses to recognise me.
 

The elaborate dinner

Once the lusty Cat cooked elaborate dinner for its date. The date was supposed to be a gym toned high flying professional and lived in Delhi's posh Greater Kailash Two area. So the cat went out to the market , bought all the required utensils: three clay plates, three knives, three spoons, three forks, three dessert bowls, three dessert spoons, a big bowl to contain Pasta, a smaller bowl for some salad, a medium bowl to pour the dessert. Three cups to serve coffee. A coffee kettle. All from a big shop in Basant Lok. Three napkins from Fab India.

Come the dinner evening, its all set. The bed covered in Fab India Linen. The pillows dressed well. It matches the tone of the walls and the season. Its April. The pasta is cooked. the dessert done and into the refrigerator, the salad all cut and fresh. Oh I forgot. There is some Garlic Dip for the Belgian frites too. Everything in Place. the cat has an elaborate bath in its freshly smelling bathroom. He scents himself before the date comes in. He keeps aside the extra set of curtlery. Arranges the rest on the kitchen sill with specific plans for once-he-comes moment.

The phone rings, the cat blushes, lust gathers from its whole body into its eyes. The tongue out. on the otherside, a manly voice says, hello, I have finished with the gym. I will reach your place in ten to fifteen minutes. is it ok if I can have a shower at your place. Yes, no probs, says the lusty cat. imagines the sweat pumped muscular body in his bathroom. Keeps a fresh towel, spl body wash and shampoo from Body shop in the bathroom. As eight long minutes pass by, the cat, now restless, eyes more lustier.....lits candles in the room and waits.

there he comes. the greek god. knocks at the door. The knock is so manly. the cat imagines being swung in his arms....Opens the door. eyes meet. they cannot hope to keep up the rythm of silence with their beating hearts and burining lust.

He showers inside. Outside, the cat is nervous...dying to be in his arms. They have the dinner....OH god...why is he not eating it all....does my food not stand to his taste, the cat sighs.

The food is still on the table, they both kiss....oh ohh ohh...the cat has been just waiting for this.

Its april and delhi is begun to boil. the gym toned professional cant take the heat, of the cat beside and of the weather outside.....lets go to my place he says...the cat jumps into his car and is driven away.

next day morning, I find its door locked. at ten the cat comes tired. eyes unslept. Face with a big blush. Hugs me. we go to his flat. he opens his shirt to have a bath. well I know the cat. its for me to see its loot of the night.....all the bites and marks....

The cat says...ahhh wat a fish that was. yummm!!!