I was walking on the Poly chem road to the station, almost drenched and dreadfully was wearing not so much of a rain friendly color, especially for a local mode of transport. When no ones on the road I enjoy my walks. I saw a guy standing about 30 feet away from me. He was about 6 feet tall without an umbrella, and ya he was drenched too. He was one of those construction workers who have amazing bodies and walk around shirtless in low rise worn out pants. And when at work have cement and mud all over their body…………..A big screen version would be Arjun Rampal (in the famous Jaanleva song). All men fashions have evolved from these men and cowboys. Ladies worth all your drools. They are rare but you do find them at all new building construction sites, they usually have an “I hate you” look on their face.
I was kinda checking him out when my eyes halted at his groin. Oh my Gawd…..his thing was out but he wasn’t peeing and it was ….ahem ahem. Shee shee Rashmi get some shame stop looking at him like that. But he was the only one on the road. O god now he was just 15 feet away, wot do I do … I don’t want to be molested today. There’s no one else on the road…if he comes towards me I will hit him with my umbrella and run away. Or if I get cold feet, I will try shouting out loud. But there’s no one around God pls pls send me my hero. Damn y am I so hot, men just can’t keep it down. hehheh (All gals say this at least once to themselves in a day. It makes us feel so good inside.)
Just ten feet away my heart is pumping like a first kiss syndrome with less of excitement and more of fright. Rashmi just block your mind, look down and walk past him as fast as possible. When was just 5 feet away I looked at him. It’s just that impulse when you stop yourself from doing something and end up doing the same thing. Aaah he was one of those who keep a straight face and molest the girl and go away and the girl is still thinking did it happen or am I dreaming? And by the time she is sure he is already unreachable. I hate that kind not that I have any liking for the others. At this point I am reminded of a friend who told me once that she read in a book (I think its Fountain Head) not so sure, that a girl who was being raped starts enjoying it in the process. Sounds sick but I relate to it and to her.
This puts me in another frame of mind, when I sometimes fantasize sex with God not a physical form but something unexplainable. I feel if my sexuality is the best that I can offer to anyone then shouldn't’t it be the best thing to offer to God. I think I need therapy, anyway coming back to the guy on Poly chem road I looked down at his crotch.
What the Fuck…the guy was just holding his umbrella against his hip and standing sideways with a skin colored handle -which from my side made it seem like his penis. I think I should start wearing spectacles and some make up from tomorrow.
I was kinda checking him out when my eyes halted at his groin. Oh my Gawd…..his thing was out but he wasn’t peeing and it was ….ahem ahem. Shee shee Rashmi get some shame stop looking at him like that. But he was the only one on the road. O god now he was just 15 feet away, wot do I do … I don’t want to be molested today. There’s no one else on the road…if he comes towards me I will hit him with my umbrella and run away. Or if I get cold feet, I will try shouting out loud. But there’s no one around God pls pls send me my hero. Damn y am I so hot, men just can’t keep it down. hehheh (All gals say this at least once to themselves in a day. It makes us feel so good inside.)
Just ten feet away my heart is pumping like a first kiss syndrome with less of excitement and more of fright. Rashmi just block your mind, look down and walk past him as fast as possible. When was just 5 feet away I looked at him. It’s just that impulse when you stop yourself from doing something and end up doing the same thing. Aaah he was one of those who keep a straight face and molest the girl and go away and the girl is still thinking did it happen or am I dreaming? And by the time she is sure he is already unreachable. I hate that kind not that I have any liking for the others. At this point I am reminded of a friend who told me once that she read in a book (I think its Fountain Head) not so sure, that a girl who was being raped starts enjoying it in the process. Sounds sick but I relate to it and to her.
This puts me in another frame of mind, when I sometimes fantasize sex with God not a physical form but something unexplainable. I feel if my sexuality is the best that I can offer to anyone then shouldn't’t it be the best thing to offer to God. I think I need therapy, anyway coming back to the guy on Poly chem road I looked down at his crotch.
What the Fuck…the guy was just holding his umbrella against his hip and standing sideways with a skin colored handle -which from my side made it seem like his penis. I think I should start wearing spectacles and some make up from tomorrow.
7 comments:
Lol interesting stuff. arjun rampal from jaanleva on polychem road? where was i? :P why arent such ppl hired for our building construction work? *sigh* btw is this fiction or fact? anyway keep writing and yes it is fountainhead :)
ashwathi.
Ashu its a fact but the guy wasnt that hot as I made him sound. Thats just how i wished it should have been....
hilarious!
extremely funny!
I have heard this story from u and laughed about it too, but never really expected u to put it up on ur blog. U have some amazing capacity of sharing the truth with everybody. Not everyone can do it. And u still haven't read the fountainhead!!!
@Sheetal: My sis reading it , after her i shall read. Remember i am reading God of small things rite now. Sheetu.... its not like the whole world readS my blog, so i can put up any crap na.
:-o :D
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