Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger? Two restless travelers find out; or do they? Scout writes a wicked story about love and wanderlust - It was her. There was no mistaking it. She didn’t wear her hippy clothes, but a chic, understated dress and ballerina shoes. But still, she laughed the same way she’d laughed that evening in Istanbul (when all I had said to her "I envy you" was "Why?"). Her eyes sparkled and danced as she spoke to her friends. Before I knew it, I had walked up to her and said, "Well, you can’t envy me, I don’t give you the permission."
Listen to The Devil. If you haven't fallen in love at first sight, it isn't love, it's children playing house. Sigh.
She looked up at me, slightly puzzled but still smiling. The kind of look you give to random strangers who start spouting utter nonsense. Her frown deepened as she took me in, her smile faded before becoming broader as she recognized me. My stomach did a little jig inside me, she remembers, I thought.
"You took so long to think up a come-back eh?" she said.
And I was stumped again.
"Buy me coffee, while I wait for your dazzling wit to show up," she steered me into the cafe.
Wicked Meter Rating: 8/10.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
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He Met Her in Istanbul |
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The Devil in the Living Room |
The Devil manifests itself in many forms, sometimes as Liz Hurley, sometimes as Al Pacino and sometimes as a camel. Mukta meets The Devil in her living room (via DesiPundit)- Technorati Tags: Desi, Wicked, Funny, Al Pacino, Liz Hurley, DevilSince the last two weeks, I’ve been seeing a camel in the living room at night. I get up for a drink of water or to scrounge for something in the kitchen, and when I step into the living room, I see a camel.
Who you would want The Devil to be?
It sits between the divan and the T.V., facing me. It’s not chewing cud, like how I would imagine it to, but it just sits there peacefully… staring ahead like a sphinx.
Wicked Meter Rating: 6/10.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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LadiesMan & ToyBoy |
Who hasn't wanted to be a superhero at some point of time? Mitali goes one step ahead and dreams up superheroes who have powers perfectly adapted to her specific needs -LADIESMAN: Comes over with lots of booze, listens, commiserates, and encourages you to lie back and watch chick flick DVDs while he presses your feet and does the laundry. Superpower: He’s super-sensitive. Sometimes works as a team with TOYBOY, though the latter is very busy.
The inside story is that The Devil is also a superhero in disguise and ToyBoy and LadiesMan are merely The Devil's manifestations.
Wicked Meter Rating: 9/10.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
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It's the Season of Blog-Breaks |
It's the season of blog breaks and TheBarmaid takes one too, in SuperWoman style! Technorati Tags: Desi, Wicked, Funny, Superheroes, Blog-BreaksI always thought that if I was a SuperHero, my SuperPower would be to control time.
And The Devil did, in fact, think that she spent
I mean, sure, my hair would always be really shiny and perfectly tumbling. And sure, my legs would always look really long and amazing despite the fact that I'm only 5-feet tall. And, sure, I'd be able to reduce men to whimpering, blubbering puddles with a mere, smoky-eyed glance. (And, sure, a constant cape and bustier would do wonders to enhance my desirability.)the conventional workweek in lacy lingerie, high heels and smoky eyes, drinking martinis and evaluating my romantic past with snarky contemplation!
Duh, Devil!
Wicked Meter Rating: 7/10.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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Older Men & Vampires |
Rimi shares her deepest, darkest sexual fantasies with a woman journalist who is... well... a little overwhelmed -Rimi: (bites her lips) I like older men. You know? Really older men. And… I have these force fantasies about them.
And I haven't even talked about the part where they talk about vampires!
The woman journalist's jaw drops. Her high-powered glasses slip down her sweaty nose a fraction of a centimetre making the (uncovered) upper half of her eyes bulge, but she doesn’t even notice.
Rimi: (with fake hurriedness) It’s not what you think! I don’t want them to rape me! Strictly speaking (knowing 'bad girl' smile). But you know (drops voice) I want them to have complete power, total control over me. I’d love to be like a slave to their merest whims... only sexually, of course.
Woman Journalist: (gulps) Er...Uh-hum... Um...
Rimi: Plus, most of these men would be married, with kids, probably. So there won’t be those leechy issues with emotional involvement. You know?
Woman Journalist: You mean, you don’t want to get married? Having children is not one of your fantasies?
BTW, Rimi, The Devil likes vampires too!
Wicked Meter Rating: 9/10.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
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Couples Only Compartment, Anyone? |
Saip on why women's shouldn't travel in men's compartments in the Mumbai locals -After the couple gets into the train, the guy surveys the scene around them. In each and every one of us he sees a Shakti Kapoor or Gulshan Grover, with open salivating mouths and lust in our eyes and bad thoughts in our head. He needs to protect his woman from the bad men who might attack her izzat. He stations her next to the wall so that her rear is protected. He then puts his arms on her shoulders and uses his body as a shield, taking care of the front. The lady is asked to place her arms tightly next to her body. The protection sequence is complete.
His solution - a couples only compartment.
Now, close your eyes, and let The Devil play with your dirty imagination. No seats, only bunk beds for two - or, better still - no seats, only walk in closets for two. Any takers?
Wicked Meter Rating: 7/10.
Friday, October 20, 2006
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The Bombshell at the Bus Stop |
Falstaff chats up a bombshell of a woman at a bus stop -She's beautiful. Short hair, coal black eyes and a face straight out of Modigliani. Loose gray sweater, dark blue tights. The kind of legs that have spent long hours at the gym. Dancer's legs. The light from the street lamp outlining her in gold. A downtown Danae. A bus stop Venus.
In the end, however, it's his mobile phone that does the trick and not his copy of the New Yorker. And, watch out for the explosive twist ending.
He reminds himself he mustn't stare. Pretends to go back to his magazine, holding it up high in the air, hoping she'll notice it's the New Yorker and be impressed. Thinking to himself, yes, I really am that shallow. Feeling strangely elated that it's been fifteen minutes since she got here and the bus still hasn't come.
Wicked Meter Rating: 7/10
