An Imbroglio...When life becomes a soap

First of all, apologies for the language in the story...cos its just that. This was written way way earlier and some of you may have read it prior. Cheers ;)





I know I have gone crazy. I have turned eccentric. But this is the way I want to be. At least for a while. This is how I want my life to be.Small thoughts. Shortsightedness. Impulsive decisions. Oh !! how much I have suffered.Or have I? Let callousness prevail.

I have no name. Well I do. But I do not want to reveal it. Why? My F@#$$ wish. Call me what you want. Arrogant B!@#$d. Son of a B$#@. I care the least today.I have a bunch of air tickets in my hand. I am off on this world tour. The POA is even more interesting. Around the world in 80 days. I am not kidding dood.The plan is just that. I am running away from the shitty lanes of Karol Bagh. I am no longer going to veer my konked up santro through the Delhi traffic. I am going to travel in Business class and stay in the best hotels. I saved all my life. So why the F@#$ should i compromise. I compromised all along.


About the trip. In the next 80 days I will be in China, Malaysia, Tokyo, Sydney, Chile, Brazil, Chicago, New York, London, France, Germany, Italy, Russia and back in India. Only the best places. I am not going to travel to shitty places like Africa and spoil my mood. I want to be ecstatic. The trip has been planned exactly for 80 days. Well I am going to repeat a Jules Verne. Actually I havent read the book. But what the heck, I will still repeat history. And oh yeah baby!! I am going to write a book on my experiences. So watch out Mr. Verne. So F@#$ my wife (well someone else has been doing that these days), F@#$$ my boss(trust me, that can happen..literally) and F@#$ that whore (even they need more than just an intercourse these days).



Long ago and yet not so long ago, I was Just a mediocre. An average guy with a happy married life and a decent job. At least I thought it was like that.

My wife turned out to be a S@#&
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An average looking woman, my wife, a homemaker, was a blessing in disguise. Unlike the trendy women of Delhi who cribbed about everything possible in the world and cried about equality at the end of every damn conversation, my wife was more practical and very caring. She cooked, watched soaps and did her night duties pretty well. But can people be so perfect?

Right out of the penthouse books, became the story of my married life. I returned home early one day to find my wife being bedded by my smart neighbour who was just out of college. When I caught her red-handed, I was heart broken. She wept and yet had the audacity to tell me that I was an average office going piece of shit whom she had never hoped to marry. She left for her mother's place soon. And I sent the divorce papers within a week.


My Boss just "loved" his subordinates
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My boss was a very jovial man. He started the largest book store in Delhi. Soon it became a chain and he became a millionaire. I was the only guy who reported directly to him. So much was his dedication towards work that I cared the least about the grapevine that spoke crap about him.

When he heard about my divorce, he hugged me and consoled me. I found it a bit wierd but I just needed it at that time. He called me home for a drink that night. My boss was a widower and both his sons were in the USA. That night after a three rounds of drinking, I was sloshed. The pain and the betrayal had forced me to drink. My vision had blurred and the last thing i remember was my boss putting his arms around me. The morning was a revelation. I was sleeping next to him. I was naked. My boss was fast asleep and lay naked too. I was hurt, shattered and was amazed at how quickly things were happening.

In a dazed state i Just left his house. I put in my resignation in a week's time.

Even a Wh!@# wants love these days
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Life in a way had become tragic. I laughed at times at the way things were turning up. Yet most of the times I wept bitterly. I cursed God and wondered what I had done wrong. I was at home jobless. Then one day I decided to take a walk around connought place in the night. Thats where I bumped into a Wh@#$. She looked like one but she definitely had a grace. Like all of them, she slid a small piece of paper into my pocket. I called her that evening, unable to take the loneliness anymore.

We met often. I did what my wife had deprived me off in the last month and she did her job. We conversed a lot after those lovemaking sessions. It had been over a month now and I had not found a job. That is when life took another big turn. I had made her pregnant. I thought it was normal for her till she told me that she had feelings for me and wanted this child. I was flabbergasted. I abused her of using me and left the Wh@#$ house.

I had become extremely cranky and irritated when i decided that was time I be to myself. I spoke to my closed ones and they suggested that I take a break. It was then that I saw the funny adaptation of 'Around the world in 80 days' which starred Jackie cHan. What a fool?? It struck me that this was it. I had become mad and yet I wanted act like I was insane. I sat one whole day on the internet and planned a world tour that would last exactly 80 days.

Here I am today, at the airport of New Delhi. Am off to China.

V.V.Vikram

Life In Words

The post has been written with the thought that Life is like a game of scrabble. All of us are like individual letters who come together to form a word. Then slowly more words are formed around us and a journey begins and ends as the game gets over. A new journey begins again with a new game.


Many years earlier, I was a mere letter,
I was single and yearning to give meaning to life,
You were a letter too, leading your own life somewhere,
Then we came together to form a word.


As words formed around us, the game improved,
But soon the board became congested,
We became stagnant and so did our importance,
We realised we were now entrapped in our squares.


Then we were removed from our squares,
We were now placed in different ones,
There were empty squares now between us,
We now led different lives.


And then one day we bump into each other,
This time the words around form slow,
We spend more time and find new meanings,
We enjoy as we know the game shall end.


Then in one moment, the game ends,
I shall be picked out soon and so shall you,
But we shall meet again, so lets just smile,
We shall form a beautiful word again,
So we shall meet another time.


V.V.Vikram