Blessing in disguise.

The lazy, careless fellow as I have been, didn't arrange an appointment with the Gynecologist for too long. Symptoms kept worsening and we were advised to stay away till symptoms are gone. We couldn't otherwise did it too as it indeed was a crisis scenario. Even normal activities like walking, sitting were hampered. I've been anything but selfish, on this front at least.

The was no intention in the beginning. Yet coming close on the same bed was unavoidable and soon, we found ourselves in the pose, robes still on. There was no apprehension either on the other side too as I had till then earned the reputation of being in control throughout the process. Inadvertently, everything else set to pace with an inner knowledge that the alley shall be leading to a dead end.

Somewhere the chord struck. It was a pleasant surprise. Was it happening? Yes. Without losing focus, the unnecessary and harmless to remove were done away with, except the one that was indispensable, to muzzle the devil. Dragons fumed, the need for restraint was felt stronger than usual; a strange revelation in itself. The hustle-bustle lasted as long as it would do normally and parting moment appeared; with only the one having been served. The other still in the furnace. However, there was no ambiguity about the big O. There wasn't either any shortage of remedies too. Suggestion came and was also approved that the veil be discarded and the subservient one, bloodless till then, should atleast be allowed to say hello to the master in person. Nothing more.

As it took around 10-15 minutes to arrive at the decision, the defence mechanism of the fortress had retired as per their routine which taught them that there wasn't going to be another call to defend. Though, it all happened unplanned - how could the novices chalk out such a strategy beforehand - Yet it worked and the unthinkable happened. The profuse residuals of the recent cloud-burst scattered throughout also facilitated the breach, almost unnoticeable. The half dead, flexible appearance of the intruder helped too.

What a pleasant surprise! The gap allowed creation of huge waves in the same ocean that had become deadly silent after a fierce tsunami. The waves, the most fierce noticed so far, were reportedly generated at a much deeper and hitherto unexplored territory. Revelation was more startling than pleasant. It was only after that that I started thinking about it in terms of energy, energy exchange, yin & yang, Shiva and Shakti, Purush and Prakriti and later something of relation between Mooladhar and Sahastrar. Afterwards, it became more experimental than pure fun; Even today, at least 8-10 minutes i.e. aprox. 1/3 of the total drama, is more often devoted to the introduction phase; yes I call it so. Things take place on their own afterwards. The symptoms of ailment subsided soon and ultimately left. Teaching us for life that there is no play, it's, throughout, the conscious foreplay on the mans' part.

WHO NEEDS THE MARRIAGE MORE; MOST - 2

Not everything done by a man on a woman deserve to be called hetero. It's the divine union where nether zones interact, strictly, with each other only. Nothing else is allowed an access over there.

It's possible only under the Marital Dome as the partners, especially the woman, can dare be unarmed, off-guard, at her most vulnerable self, raw and receptive, only in marriage. Vulnerability is Strength; Normal is Best. In any case, one can not fake these virtues on oneself. 

Why should men care about that? They better do for their own good.

• First is Worst, in fact first few are all in vain yet, that's inevitable. In any couple, the firsts are bound to prove only an investment without returns in the hope of a better future. Some opportunist males can't get it. It's only after the couple is accustomed to walk on each other's footprints that they achieve the milestone. When I say this, I realized that the Holy marriage ritual in Hindu marriage system includes the bride and the groom circumambulate the Holy fire seven times. Symbolically, the bride follows the groom for four circumambulations and it completes with the groom following bride for three circumambulations. Learning to follow each other, in every aspect.
• No fear/apprehension of losing one's partner for this reason as they know that anything better than what they provide each other doesn't exist, except without as much vain efforts. Why would one willingly commit the sin of stealing sugar granules after one has savoured the incomparable Rasgulla.
• Could any woman ever be able to allow the futility? Impossible. It's possible only under the Marital Dome where the age-old preaching and teachings have conditioned her for never to put the very thought of pleasure on her list of priorities; not even at the bottom of it. Only a 'Wife'  owns such endurance otherwise, women have no reason to have  such enormous 'patience'  and play guinea pig with a fake; smile. Howsoever hard a woman may try and pretend, she can never deceive her own inner self on this front; they are helpless, they are made so by Nature.
• No need felt to check her social media contents, no insecurity/jealousy watching her laughing with another male, no desire to closet her or keep any kind of check on her.  Isn't it an issue today? 

NO GAY CAN EVER IMAGINE THAT THOUGH, MOST OF THEM MAY BE CAPABLE OF.


Nature can never be deceived, and whenever it is shortchanged, it replies in its' own unique manner. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

WHO NEEDS THE MARRIAGE MORE; MOST - 1

Its this post in Huff Post that prompted me today to express what's whirling in my mind for weeks:-

http://www.huffingtonpost.in/2017/04/17/indian-women-recall-the-first-advice-they-were-given-against-h_a_22042820/?utm_medium=Keywee&utm_source=FB&utm_campaign=indian-women-recall-the-first-advice-they-were-given-against&kwp_0=391441&kwp_4=1445186&kwp_1=633610 

I read it in the book named Energy, can't recall the name of author at the moment :-

"Chryssa Dobson, a writer for Cosmopolitan Magazine makes a terrific case for sxx with love as opposed to a different lover every day; Really good sxx comes only when you grow sensitive enough to another person to know what pleases him or her both in and out of bed...a skill hardly likely to develop overnight. You can't learn to play a musical instrument in a day; what horror to imagine trying to learn a different musical instrument each afternoon.

So when you're living with or around someone you truly love, sxx is a beautiful way to express that love."

I can't believe otherwise but that there must be a woman, or women, behind the concept of and subsequently the establishment of the institution called Marriage. As from pleasure point of view, men, apparently, don't require that. However, it's not the women only who need it. To what pinnacle the union of a couple is capable of taking them. Is mere attaining the stage of puberty the only eligibility required? Does something like impropriety/propriety or timeliness/untimeliness on the aspect even exist? 

Yes, it does. However, the moment a person decides to be a Gay, he/she shuts on him/herself the door that could have introduced them to the extreme possibility the human body is capable of. As such, no Gay has and also, could ever witness that beautiful Divine Bliss that arises out of the Divine Union of Masculine and Feminine Energies.

It's the human race that has acknowledged the existence of Fem O, which exists beyond the compulsive, seasonal desire for mating present in other animals. Besides, it has also been separated from the concept of reproduction. Attempts have been made even to curb the reproductive aspect of human mating through different inventions, in order to keep only the fun part intact. 

It's like deliberately maiming an athlete first and then asking her to deliver an Olympic performance. Without considering the fact that being able to reproduce is an important sign of general well being of the respective system/organ. Every attempt has been made to disable this system from reproduction point of view, the very purpose it's there for, so as to exploit only its capacity of creating those bliss waves. Ridiculously, a tiny part, the tip of iceberg attached to it, has been singled out for the purpose at the cost of the whole unit, leaving it hardly alive. Only because it served the Male scheme of things and didn't disturb their interest of smooth sailing.

Even that has not delivered as the tip of iceberg has nothing to do with the gender of its entertainer. Propagating it to be the sole facilitator in attaining the desired outcome has only distracted our race from what could and should have been. Consequences of the apathy are now not only more than visible, but are also hitting the fences. It has boomeranged, and so satirically. The flow of the river of life is visibly taking an unimaginable turn; deviations are pushing to be considered as norms. Use of Weeds for entertainment purposes being advocated and 'sympathetically' considered as well, in different corners of the Globe. Though, shyly, the presence of elephant in the room is being acknowledged but the remedies proposed and pondered over still convey the same vision that has created the imbroglio faced by humanity today. Unfortunately, still, the thrust is on 'stay' rather than 'fruition', something the former can't live without and also the thing not present anywhere else except Marriage. After all, it's the Marriage that separates humans from animals.

From that aspect, humans are unhardened, mere humans only in marriage. Outside of that, howsoever and whatsoever they may pretend to be, they remain anything but mature, uninhibited and reciprocating partners. What is meant here by uninhibited and reciprocating is the most deep, instinctive and even intuitive mind-body reflections that take place on its' own at opportune moments. These are otherwise either deliberately curbed or they don't appear at all. To learn to ride those waves is something that is possible in marriage only.

In societies where consumption of contraceptives starts even before onset of puberty, how could the affected members dream of reaching the ultimate human potential in a mating session. They are more armed and toughened, even numbed than naturally available to the possibility. Just imagine the plight of a 30 years old mother of a 15 year old child, especially a girl in such circumstances. Such a physiologically unripe adolescent girl could only get pregnant, accidentally. Expecting her to be even aware of the ultimate possibility would just be too much to think of. Ditto stands true to such boys. Besides, even if all else is okay, would the states of minds of a couple of an appropriate age, that has not passed through the Marital Dome, be matching to those of the couple that has undertaken a journey through the Marital Dome. Not a bit.

How many gay girls would be there who have never applied or consumed one or the other form of contraception on their person at least once in their lifetime. The earlier it took place, the worse.

Even those who have adopted the righteous path, meet under the third party intervention that has shackled the most relied upon and delicate component, the uterus, involved in the negotiation. Though that inevitable apprehension of illegitimacy is not looming around over there, yet, the respondent shall be hard pressed under its' own man made burdens.  Few would oppose the notion that mating is a conversation between the Seed and the Womb. All else are only the catalysts whose presence is required to facilitate that conversation towards it's meaningful conclusion. One of which we crave to retain and other one we wish to get rid of, or at least to control.

Here lies the catch. As we have accurately identified and separated the reproductive and fun parts of the phenomenon, what is needed is to accomplish the latter without denting the former. That is inevitable because if the former is debilitated, the best version of the latter is not built up. Both of them are inseparable and any attempt to forcibly suppress one results in adverse effects on the other. It can only be dodged; at the last moment. It's not backing out but staying neutral; not feeding the uninvited. I've seen  men boasting with pride of their hand and tongue dexterity. They perhaps aren't even aware of their specific endowment. Perhaps, due to the invincible propagation in favour of unique individual physiology has almost pushed to oblivion the very thought of uniformity of human physiology. The issue still being a closeted one, most of them have accepted themselves more as lacking in physiology than being as adequate as anybody else is. The notion that almost all of us are similar may be correct but it is more correct that the mindful application of the available logistics has always made the difference throughout the history of mankind. Initially, I too had faced all those symptoms that could make one quit, at the cost of the other, due to that 'unique physiology'. What made me believe otherwise was the book named 'From Sex to Super Consciousness'. Not agreeing with everything it said but the intimation that if one could sustain himself for three hours and forty eight minutes, he could attain that Blissful Samadhi. However, being able to reach only hardly one fourth of it, not often, it made me resolute that even if a single person in the history of mankind may have done that, I too can. However, I later realized that it can not take place with a 'maimed' negotiator. To make a conversation successful, two finely functional pairs of Receiver and Transmitter are inevitably required. 

The very news of the possibility compelled me to exhaust my own faculties first before succumbing to the notion of 'individual physiology'. During the process, almost all those ridiculous tricks that flood the sources of information today, also surfaced and vanished. I would write about them later somewhere. By His Grace, the most beautiful thing that happened is banishment of contraceptives, and ultimate accomplishment. After all, what would one do with one's arsenal after that of his opponent has exhausted? Along came absence of PMS, uterine irregularities and other common gynecological complications; a healthy organism does not complain. 

Don't know how would I be seen afterwards. What would my partner's response be? Also not sure what made me share this more; (to avoid) the attempts to extract it secretly, unbeknownst even to me, or the gross ignorance of the people in relevant authority I came across. Most probably, the strange turn that the river of life has taken, with it's roaring advancement towards our children, may have caused it. 

Not everything done by a man on a woman deserve to be called hetero. It's the divine union where nether zones interact, strictly, with each other only. Nothing else is allowed an access over there.

It's possible only under the Marital Dome as the partners, especially the woman, can dare be unarmed, off-guard, at her most vulnerable self, raw and receptive, only in marriage. Vulnerability is Strength; Normal is Best. In any case, one can not fake these virtues on oneself. 

Why should men care about that?    

Nature can never be deceived, and whenever it is shortchanged, it replies in its' own unique manner.
  

TO BE CONTINUED......

MARITAL DOME ISN'T MERE SACRED

Marital Dome is the only home to The Orgasm, in the absence of which, ones search for that beautiful, and only seemingly elusive, experience called conjugal bliss remains a futile wanderlust. One passes through his/her journey on mother earth wondering if it ever existed or if he/she was made for it.

If the concept of reincarnation is to be believed, (I do), no surprise we have today so many male desires caged in female bodies and vice versa. 

Is it so complex? Yes, it seemed so to me too initially. Is it easy? Yes too, as once accomplished, the biggest disappointment was, it being the simplest.

Organic, as the name suggests, includes only the nature friendly practices. Likewise, only an unadulterated (by consumption of intoxicants, drugs, alcohol, oral contraceptive and even modern day wonder drugs etc.) married hetero couple is capable of achieving it. It's possible in marriage only.

An intimate session is an organic one where the nether zones interact, strictly, with each other only and nothing else is allowed an access over there. And the outcome is an absolute accomplishment to both.

No gay has seen that as it wouldn't be easy for one to remain so after that. Mr. Sigmund Freud rightly says so
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Innate_bisexuality.

Commencement age for such adventures today to be approx. 12-14 years, could a boy that age be told/taught to discern his partners' requirement? Impossible; more being unethical than illegal. What if  some of such children grow up as adults averse to the whole idea ?; One out of disappointment and embarrassment caused by such inadvertently failed attempts and the other one being situated at the receiving end of such failed attempts, under no obligation to keep obliging despite one's own discomfiture. Seems weird? yes, it may, but only the Dome called Matrimony ensures that obligation to continue and later to the desired accomplishment.

PATRIARCHAL! I am ready to run the risk of being labelled one, till this post is complete.

Appears anti-feminist? Yes but it is not. Like all other greatly applauded historical concepts and strategies that were also 'executed as superbly', both in letter and in SPIRIT, the Bliss is bound to appear under the Marital Dome as an obedient, grateful companion, sooner or later. However, the spirit part in the marriage is loosing steam fast, resulting in our children groping in the dark today. We need to be with them as they need us.

What was envisaged by the Wise with the establishment of the Institution called marriage?

Slavery or subjugation of female folks was definitely not one. My wife once told me that the moment "Saptapadi" (Seven revolutions around the Holy Fire during a Hindu marriage ceremony) completes, something deep down the psychic of the girl(bride) is changed forever.

Something lies there to be pondered over. The very air of what could have resulted in an unpredictable bloodshed, is not only approved, but also proposed through the symbolic ritual of "Kanyadaan" by the powers that be of the clan. Kanyadaan is a ritual wherein the hand of the bride is literally placed in the hand of groom. Quite akin to the permission granted to groom by the Church authority that he could now kiss the bride. Both of them were not supposed to have touched a member of opposite sex in similar fashion so far. However, these rituals may, today, be mere that; rituals.

No eye-brow raising friends as no regression to our past is intended here. But we could try and see as to why such imprisonment of senses was desired to be maintained until and unless a person passes through the Marital Dome. A glance at the freedom allowed to undertake the otherwise most denounced and tabooed subject after the socially acceptable ceremony could be:-

Sex in marriage only, Wife to be submissive to her husband, A good wife must present herself, even before cleaning her hands of the dough, if her husband wishes so, Wife to be an equal partner in all of her husbands' holy deeds, getting an offspring sooner than later... List is endless and the quotes are almost similar in all the religious and social preaching on marriage.

Apparently, only apparently, all these instructions to be followed by a wife may seemingly cause subjugation, but was that the purpose? If it were so, the contradictory instructions would not exist, but they do. Seemingly, the subjugation part has been emphasised upon especially on conjugal aspects pertaining to women. Was a sense of persecution and exploitation active behind such mandates?

Does a sense of persecution, exploitation and even subjugation exist behind the deliberate and well researched effects and after effects caused by the Pink Pill, generally called Female Viagra? Or the marital mandate was a well thought about and considerate prescript to ensure fulfillment of mutual conjugal expectations/ requirements; only to be applied within the four-walls of bedroom and not at all outside of it. Did, unfortunately, the menfolk not only missed on, or deliberately ignored the required application of the prescript and worst, started applying the same in every other aspect of women's lives. Hence, the blunder. Wasn't the prescript targeted at weakening the otherwise invincible psychic conditioning buildup in the bride till she gets married and also not to over indulge even after that And, to be at ease; just be, during those moments. The women not to even expect pleasure. Did it help? YES. I know. If it doesn't, nothing will.

Man is not the owner of his wife and in fact a woman has certain rights upon her husband, Wife is an equal partner to the husband and she is to be respected and honoured equally. 

Those who have attended the Saptapadi, especially in a village set up, would be well aware of the blatant and explicit nature of folklore sung by the women of bride's family even till recently. The choicest of slangs, methods of love making, erotic imaginations on pre and post first night after marriage, attitudes and gestures of the women of groom's family and what not. A whole encyclopedia on Kama Shastra splashed through melodies during those 4-5 hours. Some naive youngs from the groom's side even took strong objections on hearing all that 'rubbish' but the elders consoled and controlled them telling, "All the songs sung in the marriage are not true," (Byah Ke Saare Geet Sache Nahi Hote). Ours was such a society that took it only as just another aspect of life and at the same time, warned against over indulgence in any field including marital life. We are forgetting it all fast.

Undoubtedly, marriage is one of the biggest devices ever conceived that separate humans from animals. 

VinodSharmaBansi

#NeitherHomophobeNorAlly.

COST OF CARRYING A UTERUS - 3

Next morning, while having breakfast in the pantry, Radha asked Neha, "I think we are to go watch the movie today".

"What movie?" Neha asked with surprise.

"Didn't Leena tell last evening...? Radha reminded her.

"O, yeah! let's see what's she upto" Neha replied

"Make up your mind, haven't been to CP for long" Radha urged.

"Yeah, come it's gonna ring" Neha said and stood up.

Radha too followed her.

"Metro is such a pretty thing that has happened to Delhi" Radha uttered the doors closed past her.

Though, it wasn't peak hours, yet metro coach they entered was full of passengers.  Some travellers still didn't find space to sit. On next station, two girls left their seats which were immediately claimed by Radha and Neha. Leena still stood in front of them. 

A boy stood next Leena incessantly stared at Leena. The trio had however noticed it but preferred to ignore him. However, Leena felt uneasy for she noticed him staring at her.

"He is dialing wrong number, doesn't know she won't ever allow him to say hi" Radha whispered into Neha's ears. "She won't even kick his ass" Neha added and they both giggled out together.

Though Leena understood that it was related to her, yet she couldn't get what it was for. It also irritated her a bit further. As both Neha and Radha noticed her mood swing, Neha offered her to come on her seat but Leena denied that yet she once more stole a glance towards the boy on the pretext of tweaking her hair; he still continued stare like a maniac. Leena seemed to be at her wits end. 

She also checked her tank top and Capri to ensure something isn't wrong on that account. Everything was fine and in place. She managed her bun again and with that, she turned her neck behind once more and stole a glance. What the heck, he was still staring. "What an incorigible creature" she thought to herself.

Radha noticed it all while Neha was busy checking her phone. Leena was upset and was about to ask Radha to her sit when the announcement came, "Next station is Rajiv Chowk". Both Neha and Radha stood up and moved towards the door. There was a huge crowd waiting to enter the train at the platform. The boy too followed Leena, whereas Radha followed him with Neha behind her. 

"What's up?" Radha asked. "Hell" replied Leena, making face and mincing, her body taut and nostrils fuming as if Radha offended her.

"Something wrong?" Radha asked.

"Don't mess, just follow" Leena only replied.

The moment they came out of the station, Leena approached the ice-cream vendor and asked for one.

"You too?" she looked at the duo not before she had taken a bite of her own.

Radha looked at Neha who in turn only stared at Leena with a frown.

"Two more" Leena took the safe bet.

There were already around 20 persons, most of them their age, waiting outside the entrance of American Centre.

"Kissing Jessica Stein" Leena read aloud the name of movie.

vinxn2003.

Weed - #Raincoat

Recently, a post praising use of weeds before intimate moments made me think on the phenomenon.

Intoxication, any sort of it, is akin to a self inflicted injury (read numbing here). Especially while intimate moments, one is taken for a ride by the intoxicant and he/she becomes a puppet/hostage in its hands. Whatever is done is done by the intoxicant, 'through' the bodies. Similar to doping, the performance is not of the human body but that of the drug, consumed only to make one less sensible. And we all know that such an athlete may, only wrongly, feel victorious only momentarily though, he isn't accepted as an actual winner. 

Another consequence of intoxication is a gradual increase in demand, which, if not met, results in decreased, less than normal even, performance besides other withdrawal symptoms. Unfortunately, only those who don't know how to apply what we humans have been bestowed with, are attracted towards, and later trapped and often subsequently incapacitated, by such 'supports'. Strange, and horrible too, how could someone deliberately arrange to feel lesser of the most magnificent sensory experience entrusted to the human beings. That's possible out of gross ignorance only. 

What would we call a person who craves to feel the rain but comes out wrapped in a #raincoat only in order to 'stay' there longer than his usual capacity, and no single raindrop actually touches his skin. Aren't feelings a subject to a conscious state of mind and body? An unconscious or semi-conscious person can't stand 'WITNESS'. As such, to feel the rain, one has to be out in the open without a cover.

Forced Conversion

I can't quit on Krishna, though I respect everything else, equally. Don't I always greet you with Dhanji?

That's insufficient.

To you that may be. But one thing I can't understand as to how come your babaji accept someone forced to succumb to him? Won't he recognize?... If he doesn't, then he doesn't deserve to be what he is considered by his disciples. It's clear.

Whatever, you have to or else....

What "or else..." Come what may. Just try to understand...think it over just once, with a cool mind. The one who asks someone to quit on something, just anything, isn't a competent leader; religious or any other kind. He must be a magnet unto himself attracting all the souls helplessly towards himself or else he doesn't have it... at all.

I thought you too believed and understood it well. Isn't it all the same and one?

I don't wanna hear anything; you do it or face consequences.

You are wrong, I already take them all with equal reverence. Why should I or someone else quit on what he loves? He should be free to do it as per his own will. If the second one holds water, the follower should/would forget everything else, without any such direction or even intention. Just try to understand how much stressed I am just because of this silly requirement of yours or your babaji.

No that's not possible...

You have to or I.... but was interrupted.

Tell me one thing, why are you so desperate ? Is any incentive assured if you get me there? Or is there any personal.... pause...

Now I recall something.... do you remember you showed me His pic, your Babaji? Quite personal, and close, His hair dripping wet... in or almost immediately after a bath. Also telling simultaneously that it's a privilege not allowed to many. Is this the way you think? 

And yes, you only even used #ISKCON, considering it my weakness. Though, I am thankful to you for that... for considering it so to me. He, only He, has always saved me... you too know that. Don't you?

Remember that azar door of the cupboard?

And yes, what about that #terrorist arrested from your house? I think the officer who handled that case is also behind this #forcedConversion insistence of yours. I think that man was from the same organization that is reponsible for @attackonamerica including attempts for attack on Pentagan and also #ParliamentAttack. 

Is that officer also a follower of Dhanji? What is your purpose finally? Above all, what would be the next course? #Beef? so far as I believe, he doesn't disapprove of that... 

Don't keep quiet, answer...

It's none of your business... you just do what is asked.

Come on, then who else's business is it?   Do you know that

POLES APART; YET ONE

After watching some articles on female Viagra recently, I observed that the main symptoms it causes on a subject are quite similar to those of anti-depressants; it relaxes, brings at ease a person. Whereas, the symptoms caused by the male Viagra are extreme opposite to its female counterpart. To be more precise, Male Viagra induces increase in BP whereas, Female Viagra induces the lowering of it.

Obviously, the researchers must have invested huge efforts before reaching the final conclusion and releasing both the drugs. The question is, why do the opposite, extreme opposite, qualities are required to be there as pre-requisites in order to achieve the desired destination?

Is the role expected from the feminine is nothing more than only being willing? If so, are the perpetrators forcing themselves on women at large, be it in marriage or otherwise, are missing at something virtuous, the very core? Are they interpreting it all wrong, horribly?

In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (also yin-yang or yin yang, 陰陽 yīnyáng "dark—bright") describes how opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. (Courtesy; Wikipedia)

 

Cost of Carrying a Uterus - 2

"Get up energy scientist" It was Radha who woke her up and offered lemonade, after picking the book from Neha's lap.

"I slept so long" Neha said and took glass from Radha.

"Just freshen up and tell me what you have learnt today" Radha told her.

"Nothing much dear, I just slept mid-way" Neha replied.

"Was it so boring?" Radha asked.

"Not at all dear, it's shaking" Neha replied before sipping her last out of the glass.

"Ok then, get up and get ready". Radha pulled Neha by arm and got her on feet.

"Wait" said Neha and moved to bathroom.

"She has got a change recently.... only God knows what's going on in her" Radha murmured to herself while arranging the room. She placed books on their tables and moved to make beds.

"You also get freshen up" Radha just pulled the bed-sheet when she heard that. She turned and said "Getting faster... that's like a good girl"

"Don't know good or what, but girl, I definitely am....and that of todays" Neha replied while Radha moved towards the bathroom.

She looked at her bed and noticed that book was not there. She looked around and found that it was neatly placed on Radha's study table. She picked it and put the same on her's.

"Here we go" Radha came out with a chirpy sound. Beds were ready, in fact the whole room had become neat and clean.

"It must be battle gourd with grams" Radha said while locking the door. 

"Teasing?" Neha retorted.

"Nay dear...never. You know I like it" Radha replied.

"And I don't... at all. Just why don't the serve pizza... atleast once a month" Neha said.

"You've them much otherwise too" Radha said while going downstairs.

"Ok, you want to have it ?" Radha asked.

"So...." Neha stared at her with questioning eyes.

"Let's have it" Radha smiled.

"Com'on, we're getting closer" Radha swayed her hands and said.

"Closer to what?" Neha asked further, while her eyes were on staircase.

"The point of no return" Radha replied with a blast of laughter, that Neha also joined. She caught Radha's open palm and they both continued sparkling, with the entrance to the kitchen left behind. "Stupid" Neha only replied.

As they moved out, they both noticed Leena heading towards them, but the reactions on their faces were poles apart. Neha brighten up watching her, whereas, Radha's smile immediately vanish and what was there now was a dumb, plain face. 

"Hi.... what's up?" Leena asked looking at Neha.

"Gonna commit suicide, wanna come along?" replied, off course, Radha.

"Come on dear..." Neha jerked her hand, "not always".

"I dislike the way she always keep measuring me, as if I am a prospective target of her", Radha said. Leena had reached. She hugged Neha. After that she opened her arms to Radha, though she felt that she wasn't welcomed. 

Neha watched wide eyed when Radha moved forward and responded positively to Leena's invitation. It was perhaps the recent jerk from Neha that made her do that as her face was still conveying the same expressions, no impressions we better say.

"What's up?" Leena quipped.

"Dine out... joining?" Radha replied with an invitation.

"Why not?" Leena felt elated and turned around along them towards the main entrance of the complex. She hold Radha's hand.

"What's there in your pantry?" Neha asked.

"Same old grass and roots...." Leena replied. Meanwhile, Radha, who had got her hand freed till now slowed down a little so that she stayed back a step or two. Both Neha and Leena moved ahead. Radha slowly switched her right and took Neha between her and Leena. Neha was so lost that she perhaps didn't notice that change, but Leena did.

"What's up?" Leena leaned forward and asked Radha, who had now taken hold of Neha's hand and was moving along.

"Nothing, just like that" she replied casually. Interestingly, Neha behaved as if she didn't notice it at all even still.

However, Leena didn't continue with her questioning and informed Neha, "There's a LGBT film festival gonna happen, let's go see a movie, it's free and only an ID proof is required".

"When?", it was Radha, off course against combined surprise of them both.

Both Neha and Leena's necks were fixed towards Radha, similar to those of the members of a parading contingent of cadets reaching in front of the Chief Guest standing on the stage for salutations.  It took a while for both of them to understand that least expected, or may be unexpected, had happened.

Leena, obviously, appeared zestful, whereas Neha mentally went after the 'why' factor.

"Tomorrow, at American Centre, CP" Leena replied, she ensured she looked into the eyes of Radha. 

"I, actually hesitated bringing it out in your presence" Leena explained but Radha stopped her midway, "Why?... it's just a movie, a story or a thought of an artiste, provided it's presented decently, and I would also like to have a glimpse of what's it all about"

"That's the spirit," Neha exclaimed and patted Radha on her back with a surprise in her eyes. "Are you....?,", "Why not?," Radha caught Leena midway. They had now reached just outside the main entrance to the Campus. As if instinctively, the trio halted in front of the Kishori Burger Stall, and without a mention, he also started preparing three burgers.

"He indeed is a potential rival to McDonalds" Leena said while having her first bite, while Radha and Neha waited for theirs to reach.

"Here it is" Kishori spoke while serving the other two burgers.

Both Neha and Radha readily received their respective plates and poured huge amounts of chilly and tomato sauces before savouring.

"Whatever, he is our McDonalds, in the face of adversities put up by hostel pantries" it was Neha. Radha kept quiet.

"What are the timings?" Radha asked after finishing her first bite.

"It's in the evening, I'll convey" Leena replied.

"Want more?" Leena asked after finishing her plate.

"No, one is enough" Radha replied while Neha only nodded North to East.

"Well, not for me..." Leena quipped and signalled Kishori to prepare another burger.

Radha kept looking at Leena with a thoughtful gaze. Neha noticed that and nodded in a manner as if saying "what's up?". Radha also replied in the same manner as if saying "Nothing". 

Just then Leena also got a wind of the happenings and asked "What?" looking at Radha and Neha, one by one.

"Why do one's not enough?" Radha quipped.

"Well, it's about appetite and that's something very personal and individual....mind?" Leena replied.
"Nay" Radha concluded.
"Let's move" Leena declared after finishing her plate.
"O yes, how much for that?" Leena asked the vendor and offered a hundred rupee note.
"Eighty" he said.
"Then keep the change" Leena told and moved forward holding Neha's hand.

"That's so great of you" Neha commented.

"Impressing a prospective suitor" Leena added with wink.

"Impossible" Neha murmured, however Leena got that and replied, "Nothing is", with a smile and squeezed Neha's hand a little more.

Radha was oblivious, perhaps thinking about something else.

"Why are you at it all the time?" Radha asked.

"Well, it's worth it" Leena left before Neha opened her mouth to reply, though she didn't wait for long and caught up immediately after Leena.

"My mom always said, "There's nothing worth dying for in it, you would realize everything in time,"

"mine too!, do they have undergone the same syllabus on the subject?" Leena exclaimed, "Now you can't disagree", she added watching at Radha.

Radha burst into a sound laugh and said" I can't help it", while she was unable to control herself, or perhaps she didn't want to.

Off course, even Neha stared at Radha with a questioning gaze, as if saying, or asking "How come we didn't talk on that before?,"

"Are you stupid or what?, what are you laughing at?" Though Neha blurted out but within herself, she believed that another gem from "The Divine Union of Energies" could be on the way through Radha. She was all ears.

"I laughed for two reasons" Radha raised her palm and came in front of them both, still walking backwards.

"And what those reasons are my doll....." Leena asked in an extra melodious voice, but Neha interrupted her, "What were you told? tell me that first".

Radha stopped walking and put both her hands on Neha's shoulders. Neha also stopped. 

Radha started, "I am told that it's indeed the most wonderful feeling a human body is capable of witnessing but at the same time, it requires a huge amount of patience and preparedness on the part of both the partners. However, whatsoever and howsoever one may try to make it the best, the First is Worst".

"Yes! by all means, though, they all say that, what's new in it?" Leena didn't miss the chance as she felt left behind.

"Not by all means and what makes the difference is the partner....". Radha added, still staring at Neha.

"Off course, there has to be a partner, are you kidding or what?" Leena said. Whereas, Neha stood still all the while, with her eyes wide open as if to grab the most of what Radha was to deliver.

"She asked something" Neha hissed in a voice that only Radha could hear. "I heard that" she said.

"I am told that the partner......, a partner you never repent doing it with, better say never doing it for, and not the outcome of the act, makes all the difference; after all, it has to happen at one or the other moment in life and it's real celebration lies in with whom you were there and chose to share those moments...."

"Not clear" Neha hissed.

"I too responded ditto, though a little more tangibly, and then I was told that it takes only a moment to pause and ponder in such a situation over the fact that whether it's the person before you or it's your own mad rush of raging hormones that's not allowing you to see beyond it's own momentary interest... Perhaps, that's what they call love, or falling in love"

"Poor, child" Leena uttered.

Radha ignored, only apparently, what Leena said and continued gazing at Neha, whose grip on her shoulders had now a little loosened up. It was clear that Neha's eyes only were set on Radha's face and her mind was wandering in some unknown realms. Radha made no attempts to bring her back into reality, moreover, she placed both her palms on her wrists softly, without breaking eye contact. Till now, Leena also had accepted the importance of silence. After a few moments, Neha uttered "sounds good" and removed her hands off Radha.

The trio reached in front of Leena's hostel block in utter silence whereupon, Leena bade good night to both of them and parted. Radha and Neha entered theirs, reached their room and retired for the day, silently. "Hare Krishna" Radha greeted her after she accommodated herself while switching the side lamp off. "Hare Krishna" reply reached.

'You never told...', it was Neha after a few minutes, she knew her friend was still awake.

"I knew you couldn't be preached", Radha replied with a smile that Neha also felt even in the dark.

"Tell me just one thing..." Neha said.

"hmm.." Radha only replied

"How could something be both beautiful and worst at the same time?" Neha asked.

Silence prevailed; Neha decided to have patience. 

"Beautiful as the phenomenon and worst when approached vaguely like just everything worthwhile...just think about your own experiences, I don't think you can't answer yourself" Radha replied.

"Taunting?" Neha seemed vexed.

"Do you think so?" Radha asked

"No...." Neha replied and then added, "they are all alike..." before laughing aloud. 

"Just keep quiet...the phantom would be on the round" Radha scolded her.

"I don't care" Neha was undeterred.

"But I do" Radha said and changed side.

But Neha wasn't one to surrender, she asked, "Tell me just one thing, do you personally believe in it?"

"Again...you tell me...and I promise I will follow whatever you would, should I or shouldn't?" Radha asked.

"Are you sure, be warned, I could ask you to do anything.." Neha was intense.

"Damn sure" Radha affirmed.

Silence prevailed once more and then Neha replied, "You better be there".

"Thanks, that's like you...I knew it...that's why I love you"

vinxn2003.

To be continued...... vinxn2003.

a male arrives in this world with a fair amount of feminine energy as an unavoidable support for existence. Likewise, a female arrives with a fair amount of masculine energy within. Quite like the eyes of the fishes in Yin and Yang symbol.


“When we practice sacred sexuality we are working with cosmologically rooted principles, balancing the heavenly yang (male energy) of the universe with the all-knowing, life-giving yin (feminine energy) of the earth within ourselves.” 
― John Maxwell Taylor, Eros Ascending: The Life-Transforming Power of Sacred Sexuality

“A man who is not as evolved as the woman he is with will hold her back, drain her spirit, and prevent the film of her life playing out to its intended conclusion.” 
― John Maxwell Taylor, Eros Ascending: The Life-Transforming Power of Sacred Sexuality

“There is a supernal intelligence behind sexual arousal, the true purpose of which is to create for us ecstatic experiences of our own divinity.” 
― John Maxwell Taylor, Eros Ascending: The Life-Transforming Power of Sacred Sexuality

“The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars.” 
― C. JoyBell C.

In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (also, yin-yang or yin yang) describes how apparently opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. Many tangible dualities (such as light and dark, fire and water, and male and female) are thought of as physical manifestations of the duality symbolized by yin and yang.