Wednesday, 5 August 2009

A Friendly bug ( repost)


He stared at her. She had curled up into a bundle of bed sheets. He looked again moodily. He could make out; she was pretending to be asleep. Normally, he would sleep earlier and she would always bully him out of sleep with her silly stories and monotonous anecdotes about her growing up days. Today was a different case. He knew she could never sleep like the way she was pretending. Atleast not after that row.

It was quite usual for them to squabble. Today, after one such row she had not spoken to him. It was a spark-flying squabble this time. He tried to remember how it all started. So many things followed, so much said, scabs of old hurt torn open-he really couldn't remember. Not that it mattered, and definitely not owing to his diminishing love for her, as alleged by her. In their six months of marriage there were numerous flair-ups. It had become so normal that no one bothered about it. What bothered them was the making-up. That was the toughest part. Who would let go the ego and loom first. They tried their best to out-maneuver the other into taking the first step.
She continued her way. He looked again at her moodily. Today, by pretending to be asleep she was scoring one off him. She knew he hated to go to sleep, on a quarrel. She was redeeming on his displeasure. The onus was on him, the back said. He tried hard to shift his attention on the book. He turned the pages noisily. She appeared unmoved.

She was a classic woman. As always a woman does, she always kept track of such things. It was his turn to make up. He should apologize and beseech her. For the life of him he couldn’t remember. He loathed it when it was his turn. Somehow it stuck to him to make the first move. Last time around he had taken her for a long drive. They had stopped at the Starbucks and had Frappuccinos. It was past midnight and they had returned way into early morning. He had struggled to keep alert the next day. He almost slept in between an important meeting. Yet he had returned with a long-stemmed yellow rose and with a card, her favorite color for a rose.

He looked at her again. The distance between them bothered him. He knew he wouldn’t get a sleep with an unsettled simmer between them.

He looked at her again, for signs of softening. But she was undeterred; in fact she appeared to have taken a harder stance. She knew how to kick him and to punt where it hurt the most. He frowned at her as she started to expose her body. A large space formed between her pajama and T-Shirt. He could see her pink panties now. She growled something and turned. She calculatingly positioned herself so that he could see her mounted breasts. They appeared no less than peaks. He felt aroused. A warm sensation of craving formed and shrouded his body, as if to further annoy him.

With much exertion, he resisted the lure to tickle her in those spaces of skin that formed between her clothes. Her skin appeared pinkish, glowing and soft. He longed to walk his fingers gently over her exposed skin. He knew she would be hyper sensitive when touched; rather feather-touched in those places. It would set her off. It would make her get back to him, then a wrestle which would make them forget their brawl. But he wouldn’t do that. Why should he let himself go so easily. She would bump up her pranks on him. He too has an ego. He groaned mentally. He went back to his book. A train of thoughts followed.

As if out of nowhere a beetle landed shakily on his hand and started a curious exploration over his hairy body. His impulse of swatting it away was arrested by a wicked thought. He wondered if he dared to do it. He decided he would.

She hated insects and creepy-crawlies. She would shout at the sight of a cockroach, so much that the entire apartment building came to light on several occasions. He glanced again slyly to see if that exposed space of skin was still open for an attack. He gently trapped the insect and dropped it on the target zone.
It fell on her pajama and moved drunkenly towards her open skin. It moved over the uneven surface of her skin, like one of those extra terrestrial vehicles seen on National geographic, moving over the surface of moon. “Go baby go”, he whispered soundlessly.
One last uneven tumble and it fell onto her tender, warm navel. Stunned for few seconds, it lay on its back before moving upright and beginning its exploration upwards towards her face.

A few seconds of walk had her stiffening and he watched as her hands searched for the probable causes of that tickly disturbance. And then as her hands touched the offender, she half rose in bed with a loud scream and launched straight into his waiting arms.
“Its O.K darling, I have got it”, he whisper in his best soothing voice, with one arm wrapping her closely and with the other gently rescuing the insect onto the floor. He thanked the insect mentally, “Thanks buddy”.

He reached out and switched off the light and shifted his attention to shaking bundle of prettiness in his arm. He smiled to himself as he knew he had saved himself an apology. What was that cliché-all is fair in…..

37 comments:

ZB said...

Sorry, i am absolutely held up with office work , hence posting something which i had posted before(in my early blogging days), but not read by much public.

Thanks for reading it again. CIao:))

The Panorama said...

Ha ha ha! That wily guy!!I was laughing so much by the time I reached the end...is it autobiographical?

Anyway, good post:)

kavita said...

Hilarious.....all is fair in love and war....enjoyed reading this..thanks

Jyothi said...

I have just three words to say. "What a creep". :-)..Sign of a good writer. You managed to BUG me with this one..he he...

AnjuGandhi said...

new template? and new Nick name ZB for a second i could not recognise you.
coming to your post
if you have written it yourself then just one word :WOWWWWWWWWW"
otherwise it was just hillarious.
lucky man and luckier insect.some people will go to any limits to achieve their desires

ZB said...

@Panorama: Ha ! Thanks, Well, all stories are autobiographical, atleast to some extent. I cannot write FABLES, or anything which i cannot relate to. Thanks:))

@Kavita: Thanks:))

@Jyothi: Thanks:))

@Anju: Thanks again. Yes, i have written this. Humm it was just a fantasy, a BUG MAY NOT BE SO HELPFUL ALWAYS, it was just a FANTASIA- imaginative fiction :))

Lesllie Tripaathhy said...

lovely blogs..quite witty taste

god bless yu

sujata said...

real nice build up of the plot really liked theway with words in this one. And definitely hilarious. Great work!!

Neha said...

I initially thought i was reading MB, (though i have never read a single one till date nor wanna read any as I am happy with our hindi movie love stories), but the climax didn't disappoint...very well written..

thanks for continuing to be one of my favoutire bloggers..:)

SAHITYIKA said...

ha h aha
use of insect for love.
sahi hai..
aajkal sab chalta hai .. :)

HaRy!! said...

Now thats wat i call a Love Bug :)!! thanks for posting ZB...and nice to hav yur ol blogs ...
cya

Aparna said...

What a creep! Whats wrong in saying sorry? I hate the thought of an insect on my tummy. Some men will do anything for love.
Hilarious ZB. I did not know whether to appreciate the guy's ingenuity or criticise his methods.

Rahul Anand said...

You sure have a knack of writing short stories . Fancy your chances at writing a book one day?

The M said...

the reposting was worth it.

made a nice reading!!!

Keep going.

Smita said...

ha ha ha nice one :)

A suggestion though!!! U can keep that pic at the end of the post to maintain some suspense!!!

And I totally agree with Rahul :D

Jyothi said...

Hey! All the best for the new book! But we will miss you. And I had just started on my masterpiece...Just finished my first para....Thanks for the push...Be back soon....

ZB said...

@LT: Thanks:)

@Sujata: Thanks :)

@Neha: Thanks:)

@Sahityika: Thanks:)

@Hary: Thanks buddy, i should hve named it that:)

@Aparna: haha. You are right:)

ZB said...

@Rahul: Thanks buddy. Yea, i will try my hands one day. :)

@The M: Thanks:)

@Smita: Thanks, but i fel people read the story bcoz of the pic. Otherwise bloggers have very short attention span. Mostly they dont read posts. :))

@Jyothi: Thanks. Ya, i will be back soon. :))

Swatantra said...

Your imagination is cute!!

Gymnast said...

That was cute ZB..almost movie-like! What inspired you? ;-)

Keshi said...

OMG that is such a GUY thing to do LOL too funny!

eeeeeeeeeks @the insect!!!!!!

btw come n read my 2nd reply to u in my blog :)

Keshi.

Chriz said...

i thought u were this serious guy who talks abt life.. now i know that there is a humorous person hidden inside you

cheers

ZB said...

@Swatantra: Thanks. I love the word Cute. But was wondering what is cute imagination, hehe:))

@Gymnast: Thanks:))

@Keshi: insects can be sometimes so friendly. Anything can be a handy Love tool, only thing matters is the intellect. Thanks:))

@Criz: Now, thats not funny. I have written many posts which are apparently humorous or which do not reflect philosophies. Perhaps you read only my serious posts. But humour and serious life are two sides of a coin. To be humerous one has to know seriousness of life. See Chaplin.Thanks:))

rahul said...

bit clicked..tried many times in bolly wood..but none the less a nice post!!

Gayathri said...

lol..it's quite really romantic.. :)

btw,are you kinda missing your wife too much these days?????!!

Kaddu said...

Still trying to decide whether to smile at the guy's wit or to throw at him a loud "Hmmmmppphhh" (complete with that disapproving-grandma look!)... for his unscrupulous, devious, scheming methods!

Oh alright then... the romantic within me wins! :D :p And I'm going "Awwww... soooo cuuuute!"

Nevertheless, you are one person to watch out for! Some mind you've got there... going from "villain" to "hero" in a blink of an eye! :D

Btw, I didn't realize u officially changed your blogging nick to 'ZB'! Ha ha! I only shortened it to have less of typing to do while replying to your comments. :p Sound kinda alien-ish, doesn't it... ZeeBee? (Well, after 2 years in a US based voice process in the BPO sector, I've got into the habit of pronouncing 'Z' as 'Zee'!)

Roy said...

great stuff man! the first para was enough to rope one in!

Sakshi said...

It moved over the uneven surface of her skin, like one of those extra terrestrial vehicles seen on National geographic, moving over the surface of moon....ROFL at that. What an imagination?? Never knew guys thought about women while watching National Geography...sigh and I thought that was the safest channel.

Good you wrote about this kind of making up idea. Next time I am surely gonna keep a bug swatter nearby and swat the brain out of my husband if he tries this trick. Nice write up and I have missed so many of your posts thanks to my dumb reader.

R. Ramesh said...

hi buddy

numerounity said...

This is a good piece...where is that zillionbig who used to write such posts? ha ahaa keep writing!

Santanu Sinha Chaudhuri said...

A fine piece. Keep them coming.

ZB said...

@ALL: Thanks all for reading and expressing. Apologies for not turning up and reading your blogs.

Thought i need a short break. Blogging seems to take away so much of my time. I have compromised on my several other obsessions and interests. I guess its time to turn back and go back to my old self and be more private. I guess i miss my solitude and the space that i shared with myself before rendering myself obsessed with blogging.

Hope to return soon. CIao all. :))

Sucharita Sarkar said...

Using bugs and other secret weapons to win the battle of the sexes? Not fair!

Babli said...

Lovely post.I liked and enjoyed reading it.

Ms. Neha Gandhi said...

i am unable to post a comment on ur next post - fatherhood one...

just wanted to say...how deeply moved i am with ur words... the way u weave ur words around emotions is simply amazing...

i think i've mentioned this earlier...ur wife is a real lucky lady...
good luck to all 3 of u :)

CoFfEe AnGeL said...

ah ha.
men are manipulative too huh???

The abstract scientist said...

very nice ZB,