Monthly Archives: December 2004

The disaster

I’m finally back after taking a couple of weeks’ break from blogging and other similar essential activities of dailiy living. I’d love to bray about how these past fortnight has been so exciting, so promising etc. But it is not the time to celebrate, is it?

The Tsunami which hit the whole of SE asia has also affected the place that I live. Fortunately enough, I and my family are unaffected by its devastation. But every form of media is airing sad pictures and sorry stories of the victims.

As a medical professional, I’ve offered my services. I’m hoping that I’ll get called to help someone out.

Final trip

Sorry for this. I’ve tons of ideas to write upon. But no time.
I’ve come back from the first metro city. I didn’t have much luck with
the prices of the stuff there. Now, on the eve of my final journey to
my last destination (which could also be described as the first
journey to my final destination; I’ll help you figure out how later),
I’m full of feelings that I’ve never encountered.

I hope you put everything back in place after I come back. That is
in about a week. Till then, I hope you guys would wish me luck with my
purchases.

Stamp of authority

When I had gone to attend Chuck’s engagement, my friend A. had handed me a piece of paper which his dad would later collect from me in my home town. In the two weeks since then, I had forgotten all about it.

Before we go further, let me introduce A.’s father – I’ll refer to him as Dr. S. He is a very talkative, hot-looking older man who is very confident. He is sarcastic and sometimes even mildly arrogant. But that works fine for me. I love older men who establish a stamp of authority on everyone else.

Yesterday night, when I lay slumped on the couch watching ‘Will & Grace’, the phone rang. As is the routine in my house (I hate answering phones. My parents take the phone up when it rings.) my Dad answered it and announced that it was for me. I took the phone up and was surprised to hear this.

“Kris, this is Dr. S. I guess A. gave you that paper. I need to have it. When do you usually get up in the morning? I guess you will be really late!”

“Well, umm… I have to go to the hospital in the morning. So I get up by 7 AM at least.”

“Will you get the paper and wait for me at the main road at 7.45 AM? I pass your location between 7.45 and 7.50 AM everyday. I might have forgotten the exact way to your place and I don’t have time to come down your lane and search. Can you make it?

“Of course. Yes. So tomorrow 7.45 AM. Good night.”

“Yeah, good night.”

Today morning I was late in getting up. I rushed through my daily routines and was about to tuck my shirt up in my pants when I heard someone honking. It didn’t take too long to figure out that it was none other than Dr. S. It was only 7.44 AM on my watch. I went down with that paper.

As I got out through the front door I could see Dr. S, not even bothering to get out of the car, waiting for me with a smirk on his face.

“I knew it. Can’t rely on someone who is A.’s friend.”

“But it’s not even 7.45 AM. I was about to start.” and then I hand over the paper.

“Nevermind. How are you doing?”

“I’m okay. Been busy at the hospital.”

“Still wasting your parents’ hard earned-money I guess.” He looked at his watch and added “I need to go to the hospital. Good bye.”

“Bye.” I watch him drive away.

This is the usual way he treats me. And I loooooooove it. How I wish he had asked me to serve him inside the car right in front of my place!

Shopping with my sister

The last two days, I spent a lot of time shopping with my sister. Even though we didn’t end up buying a lot of stuff, we had plenty of time to talk. Yet, I didn’t even feel like I should tell her about my sexual orientation. I know that she knows that I’m at least a bi. But I want to tell her that I’m totally gay and that I’m comfortable with that.

While shopping for clothes in a big shop in town, I realized how obsessed I’m with older men.

I saw an old Physics Professor of mine from college. He is a cute 60s-around guy with a great moustache. In my two years in pre-grad college, he was around for only 6 months and took only a couple of lectures for my class. During one of those lectures, he ordered me out of class for laughing at a joke by one of my friends.

Yet, I remembered his full name. Despite the fact that I didn’t get to see him front-on, I recognized him instantly. I wanted to talk with him. But I couldn’t. I felt bad about missing out on opportunities.

About five minutes later, I ran into an old classmate of mine from college. He is young and okay looking. He was a good friend of mine for the two years we were in pre-grad college.

Yet, I don’t even recollect his first name. I spent a few uncomfortable moments talking with him. All I got to know was that he worked in a decent institution now. Then there was this uneasy ‘I’m a little busy. Bye for now.’

I must be a slut; one that specializes in older men.

More cricket

Our local cable operator has disappointed us sports fans yet again. Since the turn of this month, ESPN-Star Sports has been taken out from the bouquet. The newspaper reports allege the company’s debts to the sports channels as the cause. Of course, the operator has its version of the story.

Whatever be, we are deprived of quality sports action. And when I say quality sports action, I mean something like an Australia Vs. New Zealand ODI series Down Under. The first match was reviewed as ODI cricket at its best. The second one didn’t fall short of expectations either. And I can’t see even a bit of it! Shame, pity shame.

At the same time, I’m getting to play more cricket in our college ground in the evenings. The sessions, whose attendances are decreasing by the day, are physically demanding. And I suddenly seem to have lost my batting touch.

I always have this problem when I re-start playing cricket. The first day is always better than the next couple of weeks after which things start to improve again.

Chuck’s day out

I’m not allowed to write anything about the topic that I’m going to write on. Therefore, please bear with me if this post is less than entertaining.

Chuck visited his fiance over the weekend. This is just about a week after his engagement. Everyone including his family was a bit surprised. I think I might have something to do with this sudden rush of blood.

What happened there was a near-perfect whole-day date. Why I would label it as near-perfect is because I thought that Chuck had handled the situation (and much more) very well. He did what he was supposed to and he went over the boundaries, but only as much as things should be to still remain within allowable extents.

I know that the previous sentence is pretty f**ked up but I couldn’t come up with something better.

He told me everything in detail today. I was glad that I’m the only person to whom he is planning to tell the details.

Bored at the beach

Today, I had to spend the whole day with my sister, her husband and
my cousins. Even though it was better that what I had hoped, I felt
bored without the company of my friends from college. We went to the
beach and then to my cousin’s place and had dinner. The last time I
was in the beach, Ray was with me and we were ‘older-adam-teasing’ our
way to glory.

Why I don’t like such meetings is that in conversations, a question
such as ‘Why don’t you get married?’ or ‘Do you/Have you had any
girlfriends?’ is pushed across to me. I’m left to wondering what sort
of answer I should give for this.

Well, apart from that I spent a lot of time practicing and playing
guitar/bass. I listened to a few of my recordings and I felt that I
should be doing much more than just learning new songs – I should be
writing songs!

Kareena Kapoor’s ass

Today, on the day when my sister came back home after a few months, I went for a not-so-good Hindi move (Hulchul) with Ray. There are a couple of strong messages for me here.

One is the fact (which is becoming very obvious to me as the days pass by) that I enjoy myself thoroughly with only those who understand my gay identity. The second fact, which is more disconcerting is the fact that I’m becoming more detached with my sister. Even to think about not being close to my sister was beyond imagination about 2 years back. Time does fly, doesn’t it?

At the movie, I was again surprised by Ray’s experiences cruising at the movies yesterday. This time he got much further with a man he has been meeting at the movies (while crusing of course).

On this, I must confess that Ray’s treasure-trove of stories and experiences in this field seem limitless. On almost all of the days we meet, he has something new to tell me in this field. For example, apart from the details of his exploits on the previous day, he told me that the guy who sat at the ticket counter was interested in cruising sex! As a matter of fact, he has had 2 experience with this guy in the past five years.

The movie itself was not very good. But the most striking aspect of the movie was the amount of fat that Kareena Kapoor carries around in her body. I cannot recollect any other heroine other than Kajol who was fatter than Kareena. Even though I’m gay, I enjoy the looks of women who are trim and fit. I hate women with excess body fat. Kareena was so fat that I had to look away from the screen on more than one occasion.

There was even a scene when the whole big screen was filled with Kareena’s ass. That was a strange shot where the camera was positioned between the legs of Kareena as she started to walk away from the camera.

I can tell you that Ray, who is bi, enjoyed this a lot. He likes women on the plumpier side. And amongst plump women, he prefers older ones!