SearchingSirocco

A day ago I met an IPS officer. He is a good friend of mine. He is posted in Kerala and his name is Prateesh Kumar. He was here on a short visit to Mumbai so we decided to take a stroll around seaside just to remember the old times and talk about other stuffs of life. We decided to have lunch and dinner together and he was paying the money at every shop we went as I had not a single rupee in my pocket. I told him about my financial conditions which are not very bright and I told him that when you are in film line, nothing is certain and there are always good and bad phases that awaits you. You don’t get monthly cheques and there is no certainty from where your next cheque is coming from. He asked me whether he should loan me some money and I told him that I never borrow money from anyone. He understands my ego and self-esteem as we are childhood friends and our families are close together so he stopped insisting much. But he did ask me what were the problems I was facing and I to...

I was always a man of moment even then I never tried anything like this before. For rich people like me,  I felt that leaving their wives was no big thing. I had googled lives of famous people. That calmed me down. At least, I was not alone. A lot of people have gone through what I have gotten into. But I have done  something now that no one had ever done apart from me. Probably, Shiny Ahuja will be an exception but then his life was all over after that. I would never imagine to have fate like that. I believe that if I am going down with something then I am going for something worse. Not this. I never liked her anyways. She was dirty and there was always this pungent smell that came from her which I never liked. It felt like she was unhygienic, never took a bath, lived in dirt and she was in fact unhygienic and dirty. My wife has told me once that she used to work at eight households to make her ends meet. You can smell poor from a dist...

There was water dripping from the tap and he was looking at it for last fifteen minutes. Mother shouts at him, “What are you doing inside for so long”. He has no answer. He cannot tell her that he himself doesn’t know what he is doing inside. He is young, his mother must be thinking that he might be jerking off. Otherwise why would he take so much time inside? He moved towards the bucket which was half full. He had this ritual where he would always empty all bucket water before filling it again with new water in it. May be it was his another technique to take a bath or may be he just needed some alone time. He remembered how when was he was a kid he used to stall getting a bath during winters and never liked it. When he grew up came a time when he wouldn’t start a day without getting water on his body first. His mother started calling him pandit and he hated that. But suddenly something changed in him. He got rude to everyone. He wouldn’t get haircut. He wouldn’t remain clean...