Love Game-Part III

Prologue Part I Part II Time flew since that day at the bookstore.And I flew along with it.As I became more and more successful with women,I started seeing the ugly side of it all. An unbridgeable chasm was opening between men and women in my mind. I was beginning to see women solely as gauges and dials to give me a measurement on how I was progressing as a seducer. They were fast becoming expendable and disposable, identifiable only by skin tones and numbers—a fair glowing 7, a sultry 10. Even when I was having a meaningful...

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Love Game-Part II

Prologue Part I My name is R.And believe it or not,I am far from attractive. I am shorter than I'd like to be and although I ain't fat,I don't have a lean, rugged or ripped physique either. So, for me, meeting girls takes work. I'm not the kind of guy women giggle over at during coffee chats or dream about taking home when they're feeling drunk and crazy. I can't offer them a piece of my fame and scope for boasting like a celebrity or a ride in a posh stylish sedan like so many rich dudes do. All I have is the machinery of my mind working quietly...

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Love Game-Part I

Prologue The perfect seduction requires the perfect technique. When they walked into the night club, everyone noticed. They were both raven-haired beauties with identical outfits—tight white tank tops and tight blue jeans. How could anyone not notice? They were dressed to turn men into beasts. This was a Pune night club on a Saturday night, where testosterone levels run high, and the pair had been whistled and hollered at all night. The girls seemed to enjoy the attention almost as much as they savored shooting down the men who...

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120

Every moment we wave our final farewell to the moment which just went by, knowing for sure that it is never going to come back. Time is unfortunately a currency we cannot mint on our own. So,if the heavens opens its coffers to give us a bailout package of 2 extra hours every day, I don't think too many would complain. Time is never enough, unless of course,you are spending it in jail, or a boring lecture, or going through a post-breakup hangup,...

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Love Game-Prologue

Rashmi stared lifelessly at the blood oozing out of her forearm.She wished her sorrow would flow out along with it.He had sent her hurtling through an endless space of tumultuous torment.Every day was the same,filled with excruciating pain.Every night chafed against her wounds,which showed no signs of healing.Every night she would stay awake,scared of tomorrow.Every tomorrow was just another chapter in her interminable saga of agonizing heart-ache. Hope was fading away from her life at an alarming rate.Like the taillights of a train...

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Kyunki Har Ek Post Zaroori Hota Hai

Horror ke liye jaise ghost hota hai--Vaise har ek post zaroori hota haiAise har ek post zaroori hota hai Finally,I feel needed and appreciated.Finally,I feel ALIVE!!! Koi subah paanch baje neend se jagaye Koi raat ko teen baje chain vagaye Shucks,still awake.. thinking about her.Wait,maybe I should blog about it!! Ek teri patch-up ke bare me bataye Aur Ek tere break-up me saath jataye My blog attracts 50+ comments..FOR you!! Koi nature se...

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Next.....

1.Write a mushy wushy coochie coo romcom-Check. 2.Write a dark tragic love story-Check. 3.Write a sweet and sour romcom with a not so happy ending-Check. 4.Write poem on crimes against women-Check. 5.Write something on the dichotomy of sadness and happiness in all our lives,especially mine-Check. 6.Write something insanely funny-Work In Progress...This is always work in progress........ 7.Write a story whose central character is a playboy who revels in breaking womens' hearts-Hmmmm..Voila..!!!!!!!My next project!!!Yipppeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!...

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Maid of Dishonour

My mom always had a love-hate relationship of sorts with all our housemaids.She loves to hate them.And the housemaids hate to love her.;-) Kaamwali Bai!!Mess with her at your own risk! Their constants bickering have set many a lazy morning on fire.And today it set close to an hour ablaze with an inferno which threatened to suck in each and every member of our family.:-D Today morning I get woken up not by any alarm clock but the high-pitched...

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HIMYM

There used to be a time I was totally into How I Met Your Mother.HIMYM in short. Season 1 and 2 kept me on the edge of my seat.As each episode unfolded,I could feel myself growing closer to the characters in that show.And my favorite was Ted Moseby.For those not familiar with the show,let me give you a brief intro.In 2030,a father(Ted Moseby) narrates to his two impatient kids how he came to meet and know their mother.Of course,the irony is that despite the show being into the seventh season,the mother has not shown up yet.It's kind of...

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A messy conversation

Excerpts from a chat conversation- He:Ding Dong. She:Who's there? He:As if you were expecting the pizza boy right now.;-) She: Haha.So what were you up to? He:Nothing much.So just decided to mess with your head a little bit.:-P She: My mind's a mess already.Stuff strewn around.Cupboards bursting at the doors.Thoughts running around like crazy.Ideas scurrying about on the floor.I am afraid I can't allow you to tamper any further with my mind.:-) It's precariously balanced on sanity's knife-edge right now. He:I don't recall asking for your...

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She was thinking. The bleeding in his arm shows no sign of stopping.It is so difficult to even look at the sleeve of his white shirt now.All soaked in blood. My bandage.It's of no use.O dear lord,why can't I do anything right? He was thinking. I have to get her to safety somehow.Dear God,if only I could push myself harder.But this stupid arm.Pains like hell whenever I try to move it.It's slowing us down!Shit!And slowing her down!!As it is she is having a hard enough time running in her saree. That saree...she tore it up without a moment's hesitation...

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