Enjoyable Collisions

An Enjoyable Collision

When she quoted this phrase, she rightly said that –
“In this cosmos you sometimes fall into states where the co-ordinates of certain dimensions are in such configuration, that your five senses don’t work and even your formidable, paranormal and clairvoyant sixth sense betrays you, conclusively your whole being is in shambles."
- Austere-gal

One of such states occurs to you when you undergo a "collision".

Collision (k -l zh n)
Def: Interaction of two bodies, which results in temporary or permanent changes in shape, size, position . . . . etc of interacting bodies.

My collision with "her" (her: a pretty girl traversing the market apathetically) took place strictly according to above definition of collision, step by step and it had its aftereffects, infact it can be quoted as a ‘multi-dimensional oblique collision’, but still there were certain anomalies during the process which I consider worthy of discussion. So here goes my story of that fateful day:

Once upon a time I was venturing through the market when this strange thing happened. There was a narrow lane full of people, lots and lots of people and guess what happened . . . . . . .I collided with her, unintentionally off course, I mean it was so crowded and the girl was pretty. Now this collision actually produced some changes in her position (she fell down as a result of impact), shape (during the impact), color (her face went red) and size(i am not sure about changes in size though), but all this showed that the impulsive forces were quite large.

But after this instant the before said anomaly which i was talking about begins! As she stood up and started scolding me, four enthusiastic guys (bodies foreign to the collision) who seemed like new breed of "so called" social-reformers entered the scene from nowhere. On the charge that I was trying to molest a girl in full market (and they missed that chance) those guys started producing aftereffects on me.
"Hero bun raha hai saale."
"Larki ko chherta hai beech bazaar."
"Maaro ssaale ko."

Now, scientifically speaking the bodies undergo changes in shape, size etc only ‘during’ the collision, but in my case even after the collision was well over and other body had left the scene ages ago, I was still getting these deformations from those guys. And when they had socially reformed me enough they went away admonishing against repeating that atrocity to females in future.
"Aaj chhor rahe hain tujhe."
"Sambhal ke rahiyo aage se."

Well the crux is that this encounter defiantly led to some temporary changes in shape and size of my body (and i helped my way to the doctor in the end) but I have no qualms about the whole incident.

Now one question for you all, agar aap denge jawab toh aap jeet sakte hain laakhon ke inaam (just kidding), have you ever heard of terms such as ‘enjoyable collisions’? This collision, (not considering its aftereffects) was quite enjoyable.


(Warning: Above description is purely a work of Fiction :P)

Red is the colour of her smell (II)

Red

i move through the eden,
the roses and the gardens,
the breeze and the trinklets
of water from the fountain

chunni, a lal dupatta,
simple and sober and red,
onto my face it strikes
the force of wind in its breath,

and the fragnance-mixed of her
of her deodrent and her sweat,
gushes through my nostrils
hitting my brain instead

the red cloth sliding down and down my face,
an image revealed before my eyes,
her pale face, her reddish dress,
not to defy not to impress
her hands touching her shoulders
with her arms crossed in front,
and the shyness in her eyes asking
for nothing
nothing but the cloth
the cloth which is everything
which is everything for her,

i wished to stop for a moment
watching her beautiful eyes
her shy and afraid eyes,
but i pledged to run
and to return
the cloth to her
before the first tear
flows out of her fearful eyes.
and runs along her cheeks
her cheeks red and shy.
and make all flowers cry

so innocuous was the smile
the coy smile of relief
the streching of lips
on her blossoming face
as she draped herself with the cloth
the red cloth of faith,
and her childish gaze
that biting of the finger
as she blushes and runs away

her shyness begets my thought
her lal dupatta on my face
appeals to me a lot
something i can't learn,
somthing that can't be bought.

Red is the colour of her smell.

Lal Dupatta

chunni, a red dupatta infact,
strikes right onto my face with the force and speed the wind imarted it,

and the usual mixed fragnance of her deodrent n sweat of her armpits,

gushing through my nostrils hitting my brain with the force and speed her body imparted it,

the red cloth sliding down my face i see her image before my eyes,pale face red dress,
arms crossed in front, her hands touching her shoulders
shyness in her eyes asking for the cloth which the girl calls her everything,

i wished to stop for a moment watching her beautiful shy,afraid eyes,
but i pledged to run
to her and to return the cloth
before the first tear runs flows out of her fearful eyes.
across her red cheeks.

so innocuous is the coy smile of relief on her face as she drapes herself with the red textile, and her childish gaze as she runs away blushing . . .

her lal dupatta on my face . . . .tells me
she is not as innocent as she appears to be.

welcome to the undertaker's mortuary

Are you aware that you have finally arrived at the ultimate place , the plaza of death , but u can't , u can't come here alive , u have to die first, so please go n die , n then u r welcome to the undertaker's mortuary, to dracula's den, to the hellraiser inferno , names immaterial , have a nice time here, if u really are here.