1.4 Ruchi
Hi, I'm Ruchi. I don't know why I'm here, but I'm a part of it, so it makes sense. Sort of. I think. Actually, nothing makes sense about this whole scene at all. But it happened. I know. I was there.
I have this problem with my parents. They're really conservative. You know how it is: Indian girl isn't supposed to go out with a guy until she's married. It sounds 18th century, but a lot more parents are like that than you'd think. Wearing jeans and a tight top to college is one thing. Wearing a guy on your arm to a date is something else altogether.
So, actually, what happened was that I was still refusing to let Vhy (that's what everyone calls Vaibhav, BTW) intro me to his parents. Because, basically, once they knew, maybe they might want to talk to my parents. And that would have been The End. Phillum Samapt.
But somehow I let him talk me into going to his house that evening, while his parents were out seeing some play or whatnot. I had heard so much about the new house for the last two months, I was maha-curious. So I thought, okay, just pop in, see a movie, eat some home-delivery, and vamoose.
Actually, it started that way. He called me when his parents were leaving and I came over. He showed me the flat. It was stupen. Amaz. Phenom. No words. Like a movie set. After I finished ogling, he took me to his bedroom. Put on the DVD. And we started watching Eyes Wide Shut.
Now, I'm not one of those kind of girls, okay. I haven't let Vhy go much beyond kissing me even. Actually. And for the first part of the movie, while we drank fresh limes and sat on his really comfy sofa (his bedroom is massive), all was well. It was the whole "Hum tum ek kamre mein bandh ho" scene from Bobby and it was cute, sexy and very exciting.
Then the hot stuff started. I'm talking about that orgy scene. If you've seen it...well, if you see it in a group in a theatre, it's nothing much, actually. But when you're alone in your bf's bedroom, alone in the flat (or so we thought) and the AC's on, and you're maha-relaxed. And you're ogling Tom Cruise's back-he has a really sexy back, and his buns... Stop me!
So then Vhy started nuzzling, okay. Then he was kissing, okay. Hand on my thigh. Okay. Really close to me, close enough to feel his heart going thud-thud. Okay.
But then he started getting carried away. And so did I. I'll admit it frankly. I got carried away too.
Don't ask how far, okay. This isn't a Shobha De novel.
But pretty carried away.
Like at one point I remember, he was whispering in my ear: "Don't worry, don't worry, Ruch, I've got Durex."
That was his mistake. And my saving grace.
The fact that he didn't say 'condom' or 'contraceptive' or whatever. He said 'Durex.' And the image of those ads where all these foreign couples are doing it-on the kitchen table, the bed, the sofa, with that dan-dan-dan music going in the background.
Just his saying the name made me remember my father switching the channel when the ad came on, and how embarrassed my mom looked. It made me remember my parents.
And that broke the spell. And that's when I shoved him away, got up, adjusted my blouse, and stormed out of the room. And walked straight out the front door.
Except that it wasn't actually the front door. I was like new in this flat, and more over-heated than day before yesterday's pizza, and I just went through the first door at the end of the corridor, thinking it was the way out.
It was his kid brother's bedroom. Vhy had told me he was out for the evening, everybody was supposed to be out. But he was right there. Sitting at his PC.
And something totally weird was going on. Actually.
I have this problem with my parents. They're really conservative. You know how it is: Indian girl isn't supposed to go out with a guy until she's married. It sounds 18th century, but a lot more parents are like that than you'd think. Wearing jeans and a tight top to college is one thing. Wearing a guy on your arm to a date is something else altogether.
So, actually, what happened was that I was still refusing to let Vhy (that's what everyone calls Vaibhav, BTW) intro me to his parents. Because, basically, once they knew, maybe they might want to talk to my parents. And that would have been The End. Phillum Samapt.
But somehow I let him talk me into going to his house that evening, while his parents were out seeing some play or whatnot. I had heard so much about the new house for the last two months, I was maha-curious. So I thought, okay, just pop in, see a movie, eat some home-delivery, and vamoose.
Actually, it started that way. He called me when his parents were leaving and I came over. He showed me the flat. It was stupen. Amaz. Phenom. No words. Like a movie set. After I finished ogling, he took me to his bedroom. Put on the DVD. And we started watching Eyes Wide Shut.
Now, I'm not one of those kind of girls, okay. I haven't let Vhy go much beyond kissing me even. Actually. And for the first part of the movie, while we drank fresh limes and sat on his really comfy sofa (his bedroom is massive), all was well. It was the whole "Hum tum ek kamre mein bandh ho" scene from Bobby and it was cute, sexy and very exciting.
Then the hot stuff started. I'm talking about that orgy scene. If you've seen it...well, if you see it in a group in a theatre, it's nothing much, actually. But when you're alone in your bf's bedroom, alone in the flat (or so we thought) and the AC's on, and you're maha-relaxed. And you're ogling Tom Cruise's back-he has a really sexy back, and his buns... Stop me!
So then Vhy started nuzzling, okay. Then he was kissing, okay. Hand on my thigh. Okay. Really close to me, close enough to feel his heart going thud-thud. Okay.
But then he started getting carried away. And so did I. I'll admit it frankly. I got carried away too.
Don't ask how far, okay. This isn't a Shobha De novel.
But pretty carried away.
Like at one point I remember, he was whispering in my ear: "Don't worry, don't worry, Ruch, I've got Durex."
That was his mistake. And my saving grace.
The fact that he didn't say 'condom' or 'contraceptive' or whatever. He said 'Durex.' And the image of those ads where all these foreign couples are doing it-on the kitchen table, the bed, the sofa, with that dan-dan-dan music going in the background.
Just his saying the name made me remember my father switching the channel when the ad came on, and how embarrassed my mom looked. It made me remember my parents.
And that broke the spell. And that's when I shoved him away, got up, adjusted my blouse, and stormed out of the room. And walked straight out the front door.
Except that it wasn't actually the front door. I was like new in this flat, and more over-heated than day before yesterday's pizza, and I just went through the first door at the end of the corridor, thinking it was the way out.
It was his kid brother's bedroom. Vhy had told me he was out for the evening, everybody was supposed to be out. But he was right there. Sitting at his PC.
And something totally weird was going on. Actually.
posted by Ashok K. Banker at 12.10.05
5 Comments:
duh? did u really have to put this episode. I don't belong to the Censor Board :P but I can't go around recommending this to 10 year olds, can I, after this? And its a pity they will be missing this superplot novel. Anywayz, your wish
10 year olds? Well, I think you'd be better off trying 12+. Nowhere does it claim to be a children's story! But yeah, I know what you mean, yaar, but that's not an attempt to get readers--if anything, sex actually puts readers off as you can see from the bestseller lists--it's just being true to Vhy's character and storyline. You'll see later how this teenage obsession--which, by the way, is normal--affects him and his credibility. So in a way, it's needed, but I do know what you mean...so I'm going to think about it. No promises, but after all, there's always a way to write it without spelling things out...so...
This is what I mean when I say comments are most welcome! Keep them coming, folks, and I'll make sure I do everything I can to make this the best story possible.
Ashok
yeah..if its needed in a story, its fine.
Again De now shobha not dilip
Anonymous, you really are obsessed with the de's. Get over it, brother. As a writer, one has to use real-life details to create verisimilitude--this is not an autiobiography after all, it's fiction, so this is not 'me' who's mentioning the de's (I personally don't give a damn about them). But in a reader, it's pure obsession.
And if you can't use your name, please don't post a comment. It's just plain rude.
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