by Niranjan Jha
Seeing the situation turning positive, I let my steps go ahead. Both of my room-mates also made me understand the importance of marriage and need of a wife. I agreed to their points and kept on communicating with Pushpa. I used to call her almost every day. Her mother spoke to me a second time and called me to Nagpur again. A sweet talk of her with emotional family-touch made me remember my family. I got my heart filled with the feeling of respect and love for Pushpa and her family as well.
I thought, ‘It was never too late.’
Her willingness to marry was feeding my hope to sustain. Though she was far away from me, yet I was feeling her closed to my heart. I was praying to God to protect the love from all evils, but one day….
“If someone feels that they had never made a mistake in their life, then it means they had never tried a new thing.” –Einstein.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Don’t let yourself be so heavy that you cannot lift yourself.”
One day… while talking to me on the phone; the question she asked was bitter to my ear. Perhaps it was rhetoric enough to derail my sensibility, but I controlled myself and heard till the end.
‘How would you come to Nagpur, by airplane or train?’
‘By train,’ I replied. But I understood the sense of the question.
And if I tell you the sense now, you will start banging your head against the wall. Let’s see what happens next. You know that life is either a daring adventure or nothing, and it is idle to dread what you cannot avoid. A smooth sea never made skillful mariners. I was sure enough that she was trying to evaluate my financial status because that question could not be a tongue-slip but a proper frame-up. The interrogative remark was not praiseworthy at that time, but I understood how difficult the task was going to be. Not pressurizing my mind more, facing the situation dancing like bare-face monkey, I just excused her for careless input and continued the communication further.
Ten days passed, and the time was nearing to me to join the other call center, but I had to schedule the time to meet her as well. My procrastination of meeting was realized by her on the phone one day. When next day I did not log in to yahoo messenger but rang her cell-phone, in her very first sentence she urged me to come online in the night. I was trying to figure out what was so urgent in the midnight, but failing to get the perception I logged in. The very first question that got printed on the monitor screen was…
‘Do you want to see something?’
I felt thundering into my head as I read the sentence. Trying to understand the meaning was something like learning Greek. The assortment of excitement and hate hit my mind at once but I maintained my temper and answered her politely. Perhaps I had got the sense!
‘No, I don’t.’
I changed the topic and started chatting about something else. Just three minutes passed and she asked me the same question again.
‘Do you really not want to see what I want to show?’
‘What do you want to show?’ I asked hesitatingly.
Though we had already had some open talks and exchanged explicit photos, but the question of that time meant something else. I felt surprised weighing her daring attitude. It was two a.m. in the morning and I was seeing her beautiful face on my computer screen. She was still pushing enter key after typing each sentence….
‘The most beautiful thing which you might not have seen before,’ she typed.
The blood creeping in my veins generating the fervor of sexual excitement aroused the sensation of manhood. She finished her next sentence also very fast.
‘Don’t feel shy.’
I understood the entire scene; so I woke up my room-mate who was sleeping behind. She asked me if anyone else was there in my room, and I said no to her. I knew what was going to happen. The next moment what I saw on the screen thrilled my entire body in maddening sexual excitement.
She pulled her top off making her bra quite visible on the screen – good with size and shape!
‘Are you seeing?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ I replied to her.
Though I had seen that kind of images and clips a thousand times on computer, yet seeing her on the screen was maddening. I was gawking at the screen as if not willing to wink even for a second. Reaching my face closer to the screen, without texting anything further, I was watching her hands locating the button of her bra. In the very next minute, she brought her hands at the bottom of the bra and….lifted it entirely up… revealing both of her breasts quite open. She kept them up for more than a minute touching and pressing the breasts with her hands. I thought the money that I had spent for buying a computer was recovered. Such a beautiful pair of breast….really mesmerizing….
Goshing gosh!!
My room-mate standing behind just cried out!
The distinctive curve of her axilla and ideally positioned gorgeous, pretty and fully luscious breasts was clearly visible what women desire and men adore. There was bombardment happening in my mind. The first thing that I did was I pressed print-screen key on the keyboard to have a clear snapshot of that, and then, I placed my left hand on the simmering point of my thighs to arouse sensation.
What else could I have done?
The next moment, I started self-polluting licking the monitor screen.
“Life is not worth living if you don’t have something to die for.” –Anonymous
Chapter Twenty-Three
“You will never have a significant success unless the work is an obsession for you.” –Bill Gates
When I got up in the morning, I wasn’t able to forget what I had seen in the night. It was coming in front of eyes again and again. That day I realized how much a man can be driven wild seeing the beauty of a woman. When it comes to blue-beauty, definitely it is the most intoxicating thing for men.
In the evening, for the first time in my life, I purchased four kilograms of sweets and two sarees (the cloth), one for her and the other for her mother. Feeling very joyful, within an hour I was at Mumbai CST Railway Station buying the train ticket of Vidharva Express to Nagpur. When I bought the ticket, I thought of giving her a call informing my arrival.
To my surprise, they talked to me in a quite strange way as if they were not expecting me to come like that. Both Pushpa and her mother showed a little bit of rudeness on the phone. I suspected, but I was under the impression that they had already invited me just a few days ago, so there should not be any problem. And at least, Pushpa would be in my favor because she had been that much gracious to me.
It was my thought, but the thing that was destined to happen, was cruel enough to shuddering my heart shed tears. It was enough to make me prejudiced to the character of women forever.
“Why are the girls proud of their six-inch depth?”
It was clear to me why she had asked whether I would come by airplane or train. The women of this kind always evaluate the status of her cunt-craver. Why God gave them the gulch to eject the generation and ingest masculinity?
“Be ashamed of your death, if you could not win anything good to humanity.” –Anonymous
Chapter Twenty-Four
“The cruelest abhorrence of the world exists between rich and poor, as if, they are touchable and untouchable.”
Before afternoon, the train reached me Nagpur. I found the mother and daughter standing at the exit point of the railway station waiting for me. I looked at both of them from a distance examining if they were the real human being or not. Seeing them continuously for two minutes, I approached with proper etiquettes and greeting. But to my surprise, giving a greeting in return, I saw their faces deadened with disgust as if they had a plan to treat me with the worst kind of souvenirs. I just waited to see how far the way was created.
As we went out of the station, they took me in a car offering me the back seat. The moment the car started Pushpa arrowed a question.
‘Where would you like to go?’ she asked.
‘You said that you would take me your home.’
‘But ther
e is white-washing going there. Isn’t it, mom?’
Her mom just nodded to that.
‘You will have to stay in a hotel,’ she said.
This sentence of her made me a little angry.
So I asked, ‘Why?’
That was the time she vomited her final words which I had never expected. Her so-called mom got out of the car as it moved out just one minute of the distance ahead. She left both of us in the cab so that Pushpa could speak freely….the word….that she spoke….was really shocking to me….and so shocking that I said to myself.
‘The doomsday 2012 should come today! The world is no longer good for humans!
She was still framing her last sentences…
‘You have to pay ten thousand to the hotel and we both will enjoy there.’
‘Disgawsome, you fucking bitch!’ I thought.
‘You are a prostitute and your mother is a pimp? I asked her.
She gave no answer.
‘Is this what you called me for?’ I asked angrily.
There was no word in her mouth. Neither had I that much of money, nor did I want to spend for that. I got out of the car to avoid any felony to happen. I still wanted to live a life of dignity and respect, a life where I would be heard, understood and loved. I was longing to be cuddled, to be hugged, to be caressed, to be held tight and comforted…but alas…the glow of my warm heart in my body could not bear the cold, un-warm, and chilling attitude of the world and thumped loudly in my own chest. Within an hour, I got a train and came back to Mumbai.
“If you cannot fight for justice, you will die in crime.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“The difference between run and ruin is only the letter – I.” –Arindam Chaudhary
Men are not born by circumstance but create circumstance. I realized the true sense of this maxim when came back to the routine-work of the call center again. Six months passed, and there was no change in my life except going introvertly. I tried my all means and intelligence to get a wife but there was no success. Loneliness was killing me day by day. There was no hope for getting married. One of my friends gave me the address of a girl staying in Nerul. He told me the girl was a bar-dancer. I went to meet her and asked her also if she would marry me. Even she denied, but her denial was obvious because she didn’t find herself suitable for me from any point of view.
I was the one and only one to make something happen. Though, it was getting late but never too late to set another goal or to dream a new dream. But I did not know how.
More than three moths passed. One day I called Pushpa again – the same prostitute of Nagpur. The disrupted conversation was re-stabilized in a month of continuous effort. I called her Mumbai and hired a place to stay in Mira Road. Next day, while talking to me, she started crying and told me that she was dragged into prostitution without her will. She narrated her entire story of white-slavery. I didn’t feel pity on her.
The two weeks passed, and then, my decision got firm to wash her sins away by giving her true love. I thought of making her feel womanhood going extra mile in order to help her bring into new life. I realized that gradually she had started understanding everything.
Again, Pandora box of marriage!
Thousands of people asked me till now why I titled this story ‘Vagina Insanity’. Seeing these many incidents in it, do you think your mind suggests any other title? I think it does not. But this much is also not enough. Please don’t go away. I had promised in the beginning to give you one of the best read. I will keep my promise. There is a lot more to come. Please continue till end.
As Pandora box approached, and I started reconsidering, she put a condition upfront. She wanted me to buy a bigger flat than the one I had. I agreed and found out the other one. Just two days before property registration, she insisted that I should buy the flat on her name.
‘Not for heaven’s sake!’ I thought.
‘I shouldn’t do this,’ I said.
And when she saw that I did not buy the property on her name, next day early morning, she vanished somewhere I could never find. I tried calling her all the numbers and sent messages to all her email accounts, but nothing came in return. Her disappearance made me feel she was nowhere in the world. If I had bought the flat on her name, I had to face the dire consequences. Falling back on the crash-pad to recline, I thought the God-made creation had given me enough of surprises, some electrocuting surprises…. I was asking His Holiness, why He fashioned me into a man with these problems? My power to remonstrate with unjust design of the world was wilting away.
“A river cannot sing until it has rocks in its bottom.” –Lord Osho
Chapter Twenty-Six
‘One, who wants to please all, pleases none.’ –Proverb
This is the last incident you have got to read now. But before I take you ahead, I feel it necessary to mention something about this book here. Within a month, sealing a memorable win, this book got catapulted by the online readers to stardomic limelight being branded a healing for broken spirits. It has reached in the hands of fifty thousand people around the world in the fastest speed because of its blunt depiction on socialized crime. The fruition of this book can be called maverick but not narcissism, and it is not nonsense but beyond nonsense!
For many, it is not a story but news!
Basically the women, who came in my life except Ameena, were all born-tricksters. There might be two kinds of thought striking your mind – first one contrary second. The first that, what a bad person I am that I kept on getting involved into marriages so many times? And the second thought that what a good person I am that, though I was born in utter poverty and starvation, yet I came to the surviving level by climbing up every time I fell into the trap! In my childhood, I did not get two squares meal a day, still I completed my graduation and learnt English, French, Spanish, German and so many other things, and I could make my life livable. After tackling so many hassles and going through so many deceptions, I could stand as a surviving creature amid the blood-sucking devils. This is the major point of concern this book has highlighted.
This entire nightmare captured in this can boil your blood because no novelist could ever dare to write this much in the writing history. The statics of Google website says that there are fifty downloads happening every day and it has reached the number of twenty thousand in one month. The local press media came to know about gun-marriage from this book and they condemn this dark face of society. The composition of this story is so difficult to me that every sentence makes my body shiver and heart pain, and I feel like I will faint. I have got the nature of not forgiving my enemy, and that is why I am surviving in this damn snobbish world. I would not feel sorry to say that in this last incident which is about to come, the enemies were my own family persons.
My encounter with prostitute-type Saturday-night secretaries, cugars, and bisexual AC-DCs, everything I have openly written, and all these problems that I faced, are capable enough to drive anyone depressed. But it is my courage that I am still on track. This is not the matter of confession for which I should go to church, or it is not so simple that I can convince an advocate and file a case in the court. I did not find any way to let it come out so I am telling this story to you, to you all, so that you can see, how much I had to suffer to come up in life. A real blunt truth without any literary animation and grandiloquence!
This narration includes everything starting from the suffering of my own frayed temper, the frustration and the fight to defeat destined endangering poverty. And that helped me become the man of Midas-touch. At present, I am the managing director of Cromosys, a company which is excelling in the fields of education, print media, and motion picture production. For a brief period of time I was in the USA, where I learnt foreign languages, and after coming back to India I worked for BPO companies as a team manager for five years. I saved every single penny I earned, and that made me secure my residence in this most expensive Mumbai city. I have been teaching English and French with sure-succ
ess method for last thirteen years, and my five educational books are published online.
For the great success of this book, including all my friends, I would like to thank those five women also who gave me a subject to write as they are still alive in the world, and they should to be brought under searchlight, because a little literally, a little logically, and a little metaphorically, these five women should be called my wives, if you forgive the mistakes, cheating, and deception they played with me.
