Mr. Sharma is peeing. His is shriveled. The skin is fully covered and is dangling from his as a mango peel. Mr. Vikrant too has a skin enclosed thing. His to my surprise is fully erect. Mr. Ahamad’s thing is circumcised. One can see the black skin. He’s is a hairy bastard. Mr. John Crusade is on tour. He too is micturating. It’s all white. One can glimpse the circumcised foreskin. He is clean shaved. I cackle like an ugly witch.
It’s pulchritude of blue. I gaze it. It’s quiet now. Its fins are moving. Out of stealthy glee I put my finger on the jar, just at the place where it’s resting. It trembles with fright and quickly swims away to a higher depth. I repeat my action and enjoy the sadism of it, darting to and fro. Yes, I am a harmless sadist.
Masala is the various ingredients that one uses when one is cooking specially meat and fish. Here Masala is used in the cultural sense. I have a daughter who has finished grade 12th and is preparing to go to Medical School. While already in 12th, she gave her heart to a boy who is not a Christian and a Hindu. Now their relationship has deepened. While on vacation he invites her house. I have met his mother who is a decent lady. Sometimes I have brought her back from the house. My wife is all Sound and Fury about this relationship. She being a staunch Pentecostal can’t stand alien Gods. Today my daughter asked permission to go to his house. She did not relent. Despite her strict orders not to go my daughter went. By the time it was three my wife asked me to go and collect her. I went to the house. The boy’s mother was polite and gave me some ice cream. My daughter said that she can’t come with me as her skirt is short and she can’t sit on the scooter. She came back with him at four in a SUV. My wife gave her a thorough bashing. She slapped her many times and humiliated her. She also shouted at me, telling me my life is not straight. I do not know what to do about this strange and disgusting behavior. My wife has not changed with the times and lives in a conservative Syrian Christian mold. I do wonder how different family relationship in the West is.
My daughter has finished her 12th grade and is planning to go to medical school. She was attending pre-exam medical coaching class in a reputed institution. She wants to get in by merit and not by capitation. To my discomfiture education agents who send students to various paid-capitation institutions have got my phone number. They bug me endlessly by making phone calls day and night. Sometimes, I feel like smashing my phone to smithereens. I always miss and long for genuine people to call me.
I have intense animosity and hatred for this woman. I also have the desire to copulate with her and desire that she needs me financially and physically. My feelings are that of anger, revenge and fornication, golden virtues in the Kingdom of Lucifer. I have a made a mental image of her as a doll and each day I insert a needle. Yes, who knows time will bring us together again. The needles are increasing and who knows one day, my wish will come true. I am not virtuous or pious and live my life in the dark world. I am a bastard who’s a pleasing witch.
Despair, woe and angst clung like a withered leaf on the tree branch. Sometimes the wind of ruin would try hard to wrench this leaf from its hold on the tree. The leaf would resist all the wind’s efforts. The wind is still trying to sabotage the leaf but the leaf won’t give up. The leaf will authenticate its existence for life
As I was passing through the village cross-roads, I noticed a sign board in the form of a poster. It was paying condolences to a Priest. My mind went down the memory lane and I fondly remembered him as the priest who got me married.