Take for example someone having a tattoo of a butterfly which you can only see when one wears an open neck/wide neck tshirt or top. She knows its a butterfly, she’s told you, so you know its a butterfly, still you can not help but look. You have to see the full butterfly, you want to admire the design, the artwork (yeah, right) and though destined to be forever stationary, it makes your gaze wander. Such actions may potentially ruin any relationship you have with her, and if she’s a co-worker, it may spell trouble.

Emotion 1: Jim Carry in mask, when he sees Cameron Diaz dancing on “Love makes me treat you..” If you cant, here’s a reference pic

Yes, exactly, this is what men are mentally when they see an exotic babe (someone who gets a hidden tattoo is type exotic by default). Mind ventures into numerous possibilities, how far would someone go if they have had the guts to do a tattoo done. Barring mood swings (which a colleague had in Goa, and Goa sure brings out the wild side in people), to have a tattoo done, is having a permanent imprint on the body. That was what Enslavers did earlier, mark the body and make the mind submissive, destroy the will power, claim ownership and make princesses into pleasure girls

What was once misery, got taken up as fashion when enslavement ended. Tattoos became exotic, and to this date and future, will remain mark of someone who is not afraid to try out new things, to boldy go where no one gone before, someone who is guranteed to make your life adventurous.

So be it the temporary ones which Kareena Kapoor sports in Asoka, or permanent ones like those of Angelina Jolie and Jenna Jameson, tattoos are always a turn-on

Emotion 2: Where others have gone before…
After the initial rush, and that pumping of testosterone, comes the realization, that it is a permanent tattoo. Tattoo-ing takes time. A stranger, professional though he may be, held you for that time period, and the more exotic the location of tattoo, the more the feeling of giddyness I feel. How much was she wearing when the Tattoo was done, what was the position, was there an anesthetic?, was the Tattoo artist a male, or a female? How long did it take? Was she awake the whole time? How did it feel, that touch of a strangers hand (duh.. anesthetics), but still…

Its a strange arousing yet sinking feeling. Somehow I can not imagine the Tattoo artist having as clean minded intent as a Doctor.

Well, you can not have your cake and eat it too

Off track: We were in Goa, staying at Raman Cottages. (lovely place on Calangut beach, if you are deciding on a visit) These cottages have thickness of a single brick, which means you can totally hear when cottages around you even flush. Which also means, you are forced to eavesdrop on all types of conversations.

Fate smiled upon us and in the cottage back to where me and spiky were bunked up, there were 4 young females. One of them got tattoed (a temporary one) a scorpion, right where my friend has her butterfly, but clearly visible in the swimsuit. Little did I knew that the scorpion was only one of the tattoos, the other was… invisible ( * the mind wanders into what all a one piece sports-style swimsuit can hide *) All I got to hear was this:

Random Babe: You BITCH, you got a Tattoo done THERE too?

Tattood Babe: Yeah, don’t freak out, I wanted one HERE, but that would have been too bold, so I settled for one _HERE_.

Random Babe: You’re total … total… * goes out scandalized *

Now I could not see what HERE and THERE were, or what the second tattoo looked like, but imagination brings some happy memories.

Call me old fashioned, MCP or what not, I’d prefer Nimmo to not to have a tattoo

I have been, and always will be, in love with Panipuri. I think Panipuri is the answer to all the problems in the world. Since it’s something which no person can refuse, its the solution to World Peace! (Of course, anyone who objects to eating Panipuri should be just taken out, bound, gagged and be made to watch Kyonki Saans bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi all day long)

Anyway, when Rashmi Sinha’s Slideshare; which is like You Tube for Powerpoints announced the World’s Best Presentation Contest which in turn had an Alienware Laptop as 1st prize, I was all set to participate. After discarding many topics which were not enough Hurr-Hurr, I finally zeroed in on what else but Pani Puri.

So cutting a long story short, here’s my entry:

Please to visit the Entry’s Home page, and if you like it, then take 2 minutes and give a thumbs up.

Tx.

-@

PS: Nimmo will drool whenever she sees Panipuri or an Alienware Laptop (the latter is not necessory).

In my humble opinion, everything. Here is list of things people have had Fetishes on..

• Hair
• Face
• Lips
• Eyes
• Forehead
• Neckline
• Collarbones
• Armpits
• Arms
• Back
• Breasts
• Fingers
• Fingernails
• Belly
• Bellybutton
• and so on and so forth…

As a designer, there is no one greater than God himself, and he has created the female of the species with such deadly features, that one can fall for any one of them. There is no part of a female body which cannot arouse a man.

Yet, everyone has his own preferences, these preferences may change over time, but will remain preferences none the less. With the flux of scantily clad females now swarming the Media networks, the excitement effect has lessened.

I still remember the day, when I was in 8th standard, we had gone to see The Mask, I still remember when Cameron Diaz walks into the bank, and bends down to adjust her sandals, that moment, to my young sensitive mind, was bliss. I enjoyed the movie for many reasons, and Jim Carrey has since then been my guru, but lets not venture into that here.

Since then, the world has come a long way. Gone are the days when people objected to Karishma singing “Sexy sexy sexy mujhe log bolein…” and made fuss on Mamta Kulkarni coming semi-nude on Stardust. With the amount of skin splashed all over the place in the present day, it has lost all its aphrodisiac qualities.

Too much Erotica is not erotic at all.

With each new music video showing more and more scantily clad babes attempting Indianized pole and belly dances, and pretty sad attempts at that, its no longer erotic. The mind gets sensitized to it. Add to this the fact that the regular girl one ends up living ever-after with doesn’t have hand crafted bombshell body, nor is expected to have diploma lessons in erotic dancing, and you get the answer to the increasing number of disappointed if not unsuccessful marriages.

I still miss the daily last lecture of my school in summer time, when we got all sweaty, I miss Raveena Tondon doing “Ladki Sheher ki Ladki..”, I miss Manisha Koirala running in “Tu hi re…” , I miss Malaika Arora in MTV Loveline, Deepti Bhatnagar in “Mera Laung gawacha“, Anaida in “H0o Halla ho…”, Alisha in “Made in India…” and many many more…

Beauty is however not skin-deep

While most non-star people have some good features, its not that they are ugly, they are beautiful, just not Hot beautiful. God also has this lovely support service, that as you grow old and get wrinkles, you get more and more beautiful. Tell me one ugly Grandma and I’ll eat my words, but I am sure you can’t. So no matter whom you marry, her beauty quotient will only increase than what it is.

If beauty is guaranteed, what then, is the decision making factor, which makes the heart flutter?

The level of Hotness. The drool factor. And for me, its the mind.

A beautiful mind.

One can have numerous fantasies, but they are no fun if one has to tell the partner what to do. One can try roleplay, but if you have to explain the full Princess-Leia-and-the-Gold-bikini thing, its no longer fun. Life, should be intuitive, creative, the partner should compliment the thought process with her own creative inputs, bringing new heights of sensations.

Leave alone the close room recreational activities, there are numerous benefits of getting fixed up with a beautiful mind. One is entitled to heated debates, engaging discussions, all that spice that carries life forward…

When I look back at all the discussions I’ve been having with parents and relatives and other well wishers, who are trying to convince me to ditch my quest for Nimmo, and get settled soon, it gets tiring. They have made peace with their wives, and I’m sure they have no regrets in life, but I still have some years left to search.

This lust for a mind is a difficult thing to explain, sadly, for those like me who have passed through all the other fetish phases, this is the only thing we crave for.

I (preferably) want to spend my life with someone to whom I can say “I do”, not with someone to whom I say “You’ll do”

is it too much to ask for ?

-@

define: “Duh-lan”
Duh-lan : noun, Bride of an In-duh-vidual.

If you dont know who an In-duh-vidual is, then you should probably go die. And unless you dont belong to any religion which have ceremonial daggers for committing honourable suicides, here’s the Dilbert Newsletter which explains it all.

Coming back to Duh-lans.
I have a profile on one of the leading Matrimonial sites which was recently featured in the Limca book of records. They claim to have the biggest database and likewise, success rates. One might expect that this profile one create is about making oneself as appealing to the preferred audience as possible. Is it too much to expect that one will do a spell (and/or) grammar check while submitting the profile. Sadly, from the newsletter that comes every other day, all I can see wannabe Duh-lans.

Here are some Duh-lans describing themselves:

“I like to make new friends, i have also feelings towards my best friends & i am very frenk with my firends. I wants my life partner who can care me as well. I like to do job because i want to help my family. I am from middle class family. I want that type of life partner who can understand me & always help me in my bed situation.“

“I LIKE WORK I AM VERY TRUE ALL ARE FRIEND HI HELLO EVERY THING IS OK”

“We are doing my business. We are a joint family.”

“my pat name is tomy she is whary cute i am loveing him whary mach.”

“all life with me my friends and all life prey for god“

and there are some with mixed preferences:

“my family has happy and she entry to very happy”

(yes, there are boys filling up bride profiles also, I put them in Duh-lan category for benefit of doubt)

You might be thinking that I am making all the above things up, no as much I’d like the credit, I’m not this creative. And I have proof that I received all of them in Newsletters, thankfully in Gmail, I never throw a mail away.

Desire 2: Nimmo will be a Dulhan and not a Duh-lan.

-@

PS: I have nothing against these females. They are going to make some in-duh-vidual very happy some day.

Like all normal humans, I rarely remember what I saw in the dream, so I cant picture her. Who is she? where is she?? I dont know. If I cant picture her, will I recognize her when I meet her? How long will it take for the enlightenment to happen? Will I hear someone whistling “Kuch kuch hota hain…”

In other words:
Do you believe in love at first sight?

I do. Only when it comes to Panipuris, my Dell Laptop or my Bullet Thunderbird, may she ride forever.

When it comes to women, it takes me a while to overcome my shyness and be frank with someone. The relative ease by which I am able to converse with anyone is directly proportional to the affinity I develop for them.

But at first sight, I think I’ve only felt Lust. There are these numerous wannabe-xtina and britney spears babes in Bombay, with whom I’ve failed to generate an interesting conversation. It may be partly my fault, the MCP I am, but I’ve felt the spark only a couple of times.

I think I should wait till I feel a flame.
-@
PS: So here I define my Desire 1:

Nimmo will ideally be a clever, quick-witted babe, who’ll be able to fuel my imagination and yet shut me up anytime.