Rain Again:

Somewhere near the Mediterranean.....

Wiper was swishing.And the sound of it from within the car tempted me for a smoke.
Drifted side line on to the exit of the freeway and slowly bumping along the little puddled instances that had their existence from nowhere.

I got down the car, there was moisture in the air.The smell was instantly reminiscent. The ground was wet, the air cool and crisp like fall. For a moment, I simply stood and breathed in the smell of something other than dirty, dusty air.

It was drizzling.Constant pouring and streamed steadily everywhere.
Lit my cigar and inhaled it ,few micro droplets splashed on my face.Wiped it off that's when i saw her getting out of the car, plain blue saree and a hair held by a band that is almost invisible and a little pony tail came out of it.

Rain doesn't know apart good or bad.It was subduing the show.Dowsed her with in minutes remorselessly.It did not know what an impact that created in to me.She instead of taking cover stood there in the middle feeling the rain from within her.Started to drench more.

I sipped my coffee and one more puff and was watching her.She started to kick the puddles with her lovely feat with the anklet on.Every puddle that she missed felt affronted of their beingness.Dramatic it wa,s as the rain started to intense to make it more worse for me.For the first time I saw how lubricious rain can be when it drenches a woman and when it soaks a woman in saree.

Splashing her forehead and running down her lips at when she tried to get the water in her mouth and sending it out without swallowing, at the same time her eye lids semi-closing to protect her eyes from the water.Every natural instincts in her body that tired to resist the water droplets were losing and the rain was the winner.It brought out her body line and i defined it to be a smooth line containing no straight portions and no sharp angle.

Took out the hair band and freed her hair.A sight time sliced with a rotation around her and the rain drops still in their places.

Opps i dint knew that my cigar fire breached the filter and burnt my finger.I was back to normal when she got back in the car.I rushed to the car and started back on to the freeway.But the thought of the beautiful site kept bothering me and alerted on bringing my virility out of me.

I couldn't see anything except water through the windshield.White smoky it was. Couldn't drive with low visibility and high burning desire within me.Parked it along the road side.

Opened up the moon roof.Let the rain flow in the car.Drenched my lips and held over hers.
Yes she is none other than my wife Aishwarya.

That kiss - A deep passionate one after a very long time between us.
It intensified and assisted.Lightening and thunderous.I relieved her off the blue saree and let the rain and me succeed her completely together.She and the rain succumbed in myself  and soaked me most replete.The hot as it gets the mighty droplets tried to chill it away.

After a crashing 40 min's we were back driving.Drizzling and chilly the air was.
Aishwarya smiled to herself several times.
Silence we maintained and the freeway was deserted with water flowing everywhere.Fiddled my hands to switch on the audio and it randomly picked and played "Pannivizhum Iravu ......." SoundCloud-Pannivizhumiravu

Post Script :
Earlier in 2006 penned down a post called Rain
More or less its been 6 years and wanted to try out a similar one.A checkpoint on my romantic intellects.

Waiting for her (Re-Post)

Re-post Reason :
I had penned down this post on Saturday, January 28, 2006.
And i did not know that this will happen in reality in my life,yes this miracle happned exactly 2 years later from this post.

Here goes the post(
(http://lateralplane.blogspot.com/2006/01/waiting-for-her.html)

Phone rings......rings...y no one is picking it up...rings..
I woke up and agnized that i have slept for 3 hrs..clock showed 2:40 it operates 7 mins ahead of rest of the world..it is actually 2:33 AM.
Picked up the phone.."Hello.........."

She is waiting for me...

Got dressed up and in a jiffy i am on the road.The road was haunted everywhere a rare sight to see in this city.I was all in her thoughts.Desperately wanted to see her.Was waiting for this day for months.

The door was half closed.Cant wait now,the exitement oh jeez "am i illiterate dont find words to descibe my exitement".

Opened the door.And i saw her from the distance.She was so cute......
And you believe this is loveliest sight i had ever witnessed.
Went near her.Tears rolled out from my eyes.Wanted to touch her.Her red chin attracted me immediatley.Touched her felt a throb in me.She was so tender,soft.

Wanted to kiss her.Touched her forehead with my lips.The frangrace of her was solacing.

Wanted to hug her.Took her and embraced in my arms.Random thoughts were ran in me when i held her by my arms.Looked at her eyes.Saw the innocence,pureness in her.She smiled at me.The sinless smile brought more life in to me.

I turned and said
"Is this real! da baby"

She said
"Ya dear everything is real..but from now on she is your baby and i am not"

I saw the possessiveness in my wife.Cannot forget this moment in my life.5 yrs back when i was in luv with her.I used to tell her i want a girl like you.And she will reply immediately saying "no" coz then you will luv her only and i wont get all the love and gifts from u.
It happend now...

My girl came into this world a day before the date given.It was a pleasant surprise.

I held my lil one in one hand and embraced my beloved wife in another and my mind was cerebrating "What will i name her..."

PS:
last line of this original post read my mind was cerebrating "What will i name her..."

we named her ISHA

Betrayal can never be BURIED

Darkness. Silence.

After a long sound of wood, we hear a movement of a person, confined and contained.
We then hear the sound of a man,Nikhil, groaning, making confused attempts at words.
We hear his movement short, abrupt shifting, ending almost immediately with the sound of his body banging against wood.

He screams, and it's clear from the sound that his mouth is covered by something.After attempting to sit up, he immediately bangs his head against something.It's terribly warm and his breaths are labored.

He attempts to move to his left and right, only to find that he is confined on those sides, as well. He frantically shifts about, only to discover, by touch, that he is encased in something.Something is very wrong,and he doesn't need to see to know that.

He shouts "Oh my God! Help me!! Help me!!".

After several tries and attempts he settles down.
The last thing that he could retrieve was the affright face of his adorable wife Saarika.When she came escaping towards him tracked by his own close friend Dina

He held Saarika by his arm and said "Dai.enna panra".
Before he could speak up further a heavy thump sound ,he was stabbed hard back in his head

"Oh my god where am i"..he manages to reach his cigar lighter and flicks it.
We see that he is lying in an old fashioned, wooden coffin.

Nothing more than a few rotted-out planks of wood nailed together. Realizing the same, and is struck by an overwhelming, instant panic.With great difficulty, and while still holding the lighter,

Nikhil removes the muzzle from his mouth.He screams aloud, but his voice is captured by the coffin walls.
The thought that Saarika in Dina's hands nabbed him out of the coffin and he struggled hard in the sand grains to get out his face to the surface.

Execution flaws:
-Stab in his head is not hard enought to kill him
-Lack of mental state to anatomize if he is yet dead
-Lack of skill and experience to dig a grave that is alteast 10 feet deep and packed back with hard sand.
Nikhil with his bare foot bled towards the beach house, the place where the scene he last remembered occured.He tried open the front door.It was locked.

He cried out loud "Saarika.. "
Went around the house.He could hear Dina talking.Panting he climbed the plumbing works and glanced in to the slide window.

Saarika was fetchingly resting in Dina's arm at her best attire, the blue salwar.He remembered sometime back Dina saying "Nik.Saarika antha blue salwarla...she is gorgeous man.You are a lucky chap"
Soon he saw them kissing and Nik let his hands go off the pipage and had a short fall.His mind gestated "Insane desire, lustfulness and hastiness made them not even worth to complete murder"

Nik was cool, he knew that this can handled to perfection.No trust No hurriedness.Slowly he started walking.The sidewalks crowded as usual.A sea of humanity.People come and go always in a hurry.Oblivious of one another, complete with a cacophony of sound.

Straight he went in to phone booth closed the door and pulled up a number from the directory and dialed....

No one but i could here "Hi,how soon can i get two wooden coffins for a demise that just occurred"

PS : Provoked by http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1462758/

Try hidding it

Siva is leaving to india.After 2 years of stay in the United states.
Hari is 5 yrs old child now.

"Dai kutty you are gonna meet your patti da.Arent u excited." asked to little Hari.
"Naa..hee heee" replied in his cute childish voice .
Gayathri said "He wont even remember her.Dont even bother about that."

"Enn da ?.She is waiting to see Hari you know" he said.
"Haan..she doesnt like him ..she shows all her it to Sumathi.." she vented out.
Sumathi is Siva's sisters daughter.
"We are going to stay only for a week at your home and we shall leave to Erode".
"Enna da " was the timid reply from Siva.
"Hari will never be comforable in staying with her."
"Are u mad.She was the one who took care of him till he was three" Siva yelled.
"Don't shout now Siva.He was very young at that time and he cannot make out good from evil.He knows now that it doesnt exist"

Hari looked at them wiht his innocent sweeet pair of eyes.
He parted from his grandmother Meera when he was three years old and brought in to the land of dreams and shut between the four walls.

Chennai was sleeping as it was a saturday morning.Lufthansa made yet another sucessful touch down.

Siva and family came out of the airport.Siva was looking everywhere to find his parents.

Gayathri had a eveil look around and said.
"Haan..i know ..they would not turn to receive us".

"Paati.." cried Hari and ran towards a old lady..
She turned and lifted up Hari..

Gayathri looked totally surprised..her mind ponderred over how the hell he recognises her when we ourselves cant do.

"Kutty how are you da" said Meera,as tears rolled out of her.

"A child knows where it exists.It was within them for these 2 years.Deep inside them - love - which cannot be given where it doesn't exist;And cannot be hidden where it does"

Overleaped Instance (Re-post)

Re-posting this one of my favorite one....did not alter any as i dont wat to mess up with the originality

"Its dinner time!!pls pls...and today they serve dosa in mess..i wont get anything if i go late.." she said
"Dosa ..dosa..eppo pathulum..u always think about food..seri ok..i will also go home and will be back in 45 mins finishing my dinner"

It was 7:15 PM when me and Priya left the lab for dinner.We were preparing for an upcoming Microprocessor practical examination.

She went to college hostel mess for her dinner.I took my BSA photon which was with me for more than 4 yrs from school days.

My house is at 12 mins pedaling from college.

Crossed the Grand Southern Trunck road pedaled slowly as i came across the residential area.
Everyhouse was lighted with beautiful small lamps. And glittering.
"Iniki karthika Deepam(Festival of lights)" cha i almost forgot.

Pedaled home and found my house lit with lamps.
"Wow what a pleasant sight to see.Eased out all the academic tensions i had in me".

A gentle cold wind blowed.That light breeze made the flames of all the lamps to incline 45 degress.

Felt good.

Had a good dinner with all the special traditional dishes they make for such festives.
My sister came "anna ..enn late da" and she was holding the silver plate with lamps on it.
She was dressed awesome " Hey you look great di"
I could see her bliss.Few relatives arrived and the festive moment was prevailing.

Pedaled back to college.Went to the lab found that it was all deserted.No one was there.
I was amazed.Came out and sat on the bench.

College road was empty.Looked at a distance and called him..
"dai senthil..where is everyone".
"Machi all of them went to KK da".(KK is short form of the nearby temple).
I asked "Where is priya".
He replied "i suppose she also went to the temple" .

I was waiting there.

Vijay and Kartheek emerged from the dark.
Vijay said "Dai machi what are u doing here when whole college is there at KK"
I said "Illa..hmm"
Kartheek interrupted "Dai your batch mate was looking gorgeous da"
Vijay "Ya she was wearing half saree..and she is looking beautiful"
He continued "Wait here only she will be on her way ..you can see" and they left the place.

Waited there.i had never seen her in half saree.All my cereberal processor cycle time was used to graphically built her image in that dress.

Was waiting for a her staring at the road.Lot of people came but not her.
"Raj.." I heard her but from the opposite direction of the road.Looked back.

Disappointment.

She was wearing the same Salwar as she in the evening.
"When did u come da.sorry da.Every one compelled me for the temple so only i went there,are u waiting for so long.Ok come we need to complete 4 more experiments"

"Haan ilaa illa..everyone told you where wearing half saree...Is it"

I later realised that i had asked this abruptly to her.This made her to display all the worlds girlish shy blush rosiness.
She never spoke a word for few mins.
I added "Y did you change the dress.I was waiting to see u in that."

"Hmm..antha dresses are only for spcl occasions.i cant wear it all the time.."
I was disappointed again.

She said 'But i was looking around for you in the temple.Thought you would come there"
That moment i felt i was at the kernel of niagra.

The later days when she became mine it was so eventfull and occupying between us that i forgot this incident and the dress.
And also don't know why i did'nt ask her to wear that for me.
Some 5 to 6 Karthika deepams have passed after that.But till now i havent seen her in that dress.

Now also at times I dream My girl wearing the traditional tamil dress.
You know i conceive that Dreams are, by definition, cursed with short life spans, coz they sooner turn into Reality.

Being a woman

Ritish did'nt like Priya.

Ritish,Krishna and Gopi lives in east coast.

They enjoyed the labor day weekend.Five of them.Priya and Anush joined them.
It was five day trip planned.Anush was thier college mate and Priya was work mate to Anush.

Its fun.Far far away from home and in a dream land.They felt the meaning of thier existence.Ritish felt uncomfortable with Priya.

"Krishna.What you think abt priya machi" whispered Ritish.
Krishna yelled back "What now..am not ready for yet another philosophy from you.Not this time please"

He agnized her as a rude,restless girl.He shows up that he is one of the best in Logical and methodical reasoning.And he can determine ppl by their looks.
Especially girls.He can read a girls mind.

"Krishna..you know about me right.I know about these girls."

"People" Gopi shouted."Lets start for the temple.Its 12 miles away from here."
"Am not coming" said Priya.
"Why" asked Krishna.
"Not feeling like..why dont we go for the IMAX theatre here.Heard its one of the biggest screen in the whole world.

"Oh..so u girls want to change you culture when you are miles away from home.Where do u girls learn these" said Ritish

"Stop Ritish.Priya you be here in the room we shall be back in couple of hours." said Krishna.

Priay was silent as the boys vacated the room.

Krishna was driving and Ritish started

"12 months of stay here made her to forget all our 25 yrs of ethics and culture.I bet she would have been to all the temples back home when she apeared for her Visa interview."
"Ok cool off man..Priya is not like that i know about here" said Anush.

"I cant stand with this..Anush dont entertain her friendship..and how can a girl...."
continued Ritish as they drove towards the temple.Good guys they are.

Culture tip to guys :
Indian culture prevents girls from entering into temple or a sacred place for some reason every month.

Be(ing) a MAN

11:00 PM.
Shyam woke up for the sixth time and consumed cold water from the cooler.
Kavitha "Enna da tensiona"
"Haan.Not able to sleep" he said.

Shaym was a victim of mass lay off in XYZ firm.And he was hunting for job for the past 2 months.And he had cleared 3 levels out of a 4 level interview and the result of the last level will be published tommorow.

Kavitha works in leading IT firmand earns a good salary.And she knows how Shyam would feel without a job at this time.

"I did it well.Should be through this time da" Shyam said.
Kavitha looked at him.Remined silent.

"Enna Kavitha.Am i spoiling your sleep." he said
She was calm.

Shyam looked at her "am not the right match to you dear" he said and tears rolled down.
"Hey Shyam common..pls stop this..be a man.."

Defined characteristics of a male can be listed as follows,

Physical -- virile, athletic, strong, brave. Unconcerned about appearance and aging;
Functional -- breadwinner, provider for family as much as mate
Emotional -- unemotional, don't cry;
Intellectual -- logical, intellectual, rational, objective, practical,
Interpersonal -- leader, dominating;independent,individualistic;Demanding;

The current trend,culture,job and lots of other things have started to slowly alter and mix up these characteristics making it hard for them.

Shyam being a victim to this syndrome is not able to get a wink of sleep since he has lost his job.The feeling that his wife is earning and he is not, kills him.
And made him cry (contradicting the above list)

Kavitha offered her lap.He rested on that.It was soft and cozy for him.
She bent down and kissed him.

A long deep passinate one.He turned on and she offered herself.
For those few moments he forgot everything.And after, he slowly sunk into a deep sleep.

Kavitha washed her face and sat near him looking him sleeping.
A woman can soften a man
also can weaken him.