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LOVE AND KISSES

Love and Kisses

Recently at a Delhi pub, I saw this couple by the bar. A very ordinary pair, not strikingly attractive or anything, not the kinda people, who you would do a double take to check-out. However, there was something very extra-ordinary about how smitten they were.

They were two sets of bodies, yet so..unified. They were almost molded together, fitting, dissolving into each others curves to form, one magnificent creature.

They seemed to be bewitched, their lips galvanized to each others and they were possibly, trying verrrrry hard to dance. Some sheer force seemed to pull them back to each other’s lips……again and again. It was like,their lives depended on it, like they would rather kiss than breathe.

The man seemed to be conveying that he was in a state of bliss, an ecstasy, nothing in the world could match. Like all he could see were the most perfect, juicy lips….and the sole purpose of his existence was - to ignite them.
That’s all they did all evening and the chemistry was…….OH!!!..so strong. Envy was writ large on every face in that bar. The kiss was an all-encompassing deed, they had eyes only for each other and hardly noticed the crowd around them.

Their limbs were moving to some kinda raunchy music of their heavy breathing. They were absolutely intoxicated. Intoxicated may be with the alcohol..but more by..drinking from each others verrrrry sore lips.

They were oblivious to the surroundings; there was nothing else but two people in the world with absolutely nothing else to do but to make out with their mouths. Ah!! It had a hair raising effect on anyone. who caught the glimpse of the unchaste. There was no one at that pub, believe you me... who wouldn’t have greedily traded places with them.





Ever kissed like that?

Then, you are obviously the master who already knows, that it’s the yearning and the attraction that leads to the urgency. Supplement it with a bit of audacity, open your arms, shut your eyes and lean in.

Here is the simple recipe for the most spine-tingling kissing.

Tune out the world and tune into the rhythm of your bodies. Lips are very tactile..they would actually talk to you and respond to even the gentlest of touch…take it slow and build it to a tempo. And when you want more.. move on to the cheeks, the ears, the neck..and more.. till there’s no more to devour.

I, at the risk of being categorized as a sexist (but praying not...coz I am more of a lover ..than a satirist) agree that kissing does not come easy to most..umm okay..many men.

Very often you need to be very explicit to get men to know what you want..and that itself kills half the pleasure for women..for we are such romantic creatures..and firmly believe that if a man is into you..he would instinctively know what would give you pleasure..well are we going round and round the evasive bulls eye in concentric circles?

Sexual gratification although is another thing: and one primal instinct that seems to work superbly well for most men. A gentle reminder for the readers with a Penis that for most women. A bad kiss implies bad sex….so duhlings you might not hit the next base.

Unless –
1. You are very lucky and all the stars are stacked in your favour... to get you an orgasm.
2. The woman is not tuned into her instincts (an aberration) and hence is a sloppy kisser.
3. And a consequence to point 2 OR other related or unrelated factors is desperate for some sack time.

Don’t be surprised if you snatch girl talk to the effect “I know he loves me but, tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had....”

Some scientists believe that when you kiss, there are some unconscious mechanisms at work that help people assess genetic compatibility. and hence the long term potential of the partner.

A bad kiss can kill a relationship early on. Uh….come on !! Don’t be so naïve there was no family emergency. Puh..lease..get real..while you were tooth brushing her…its your allure that passed away not her mamiji.

An average kiss can only lead..to umm..average sex for the simple reason that your partner has only been stimulated to a small percentage of her erotic potential.

A good kiss would make you clutch at the core of your being, it would make your cheeks scorch and your limbs wobble. You just wouldn’t want or for that matter be able to stop, coz… a good kiss is stronger than the strongest resolve.

A good kiss can take you to the next level and more. and if not. then it would get you a starring role in her hot dreams ...that my loves is a Guarantee!!

A kiss is an act, even more intimate than sexual intercourse. So much so that many sex workers refuse to kiss their customers.

In parts of sub-Saharan Africa, some tribes believe that the soul can be lost through bodily openings like the mouth and can lead to fatal diseases…Ah Love?

Women get fewer orgasms than men. You can gauge the sensual power of a kiss from the fact that a good kiss has the potency to stir her up to an orgasm.

There are numerous sites and articles that provide a step-by-step guide to Kissing. You can find a good video at http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-kiss-someone-passionately.

Well....what are you waiting for..? Check out How to Kiss on wikiHow . Want to exercise your tongue too.. then check out How to French Kiss because a kiss ain't a kiss without some tongue ... and when you are ready.. you can catch some red hot action at www.metacafe.com/watch/215344/hot_kissing_scene/ - 99k –

Folks, next time you are with someone who sets your pulse racing, don’t deliberate, if ever in doubt, give them the benefit of doubt.. Just lean in and meet those tender lips…for all you know .she might loose her soul to you and at the same time, you have a bonus - you would manage to shut up the yapping... Go Tiger..Go!

Love and kisses

SAANWARIYA FILM REVIEW

SANJAY LEELA BHANSALIS SAANWARIYA

Put together GB Road, Venice, Istanbul, fairyland together on a rotary mixer and churn at high velocity. Add some rain, snow, tuneless music and two kids acting crazy.. and what you get is a bollywood version of Fyodor Dostoeysky’s White nights.



Drugged with the success of Black, Sanjay seems to have forgotten ‘white’ out of Saanwariya. Believe you me, when you step out of the theatre the light of the day, would be verrry welcome. The movie is shot in dark and all you see is shades of the night, for three continuous hours, without a break. I was actually hoping that at least the Intermission sign would have a light background, but alas..I was disappointed again.

Flowing skirts, shimmering waters, designer roads with designer potholes, lacey umbrellas, fluted minarets, carved domes, Persian carpets, fairy lights, spooky boats - its quite a magical land if you are willing to leave your brains behind.

The sets are monumental but monotonous. Sakeena, the protagonist lives in a house of mirrors, with thick carpets for curtains. The residence is a boat ride away from the debauch area, inhabited by the ‘Chandramukhi’and gang. I believe the extras for the role had to undergo special training along with the main cast..in guess what…whistling..

The theme of the movie is umbrellas, precipitation and nights. Ah! Not to forget the Kapoor/ Kapur kids thrown in ..who seem to have nothing better to do..but break into a sprint at the smallest pretext. Sonam its said lost thirty odd kilos for the movies, my guess is most of it would have been during the shoot.

Empire line robes, a flipped out laugh and a bottle of glycerine for the lady; Velvet Baraati coat, recreating a famous dead uncle and unwarranted dramatical sequences sum up Saanwariya. Oops I forget Rani and Salmaan’s not-so starry presence.

Sanjay has chosen to keep his women clad in the film, but poor Ranbir Kapoor, ends up doing all the exposing to make-up for the lack of skin show in the movie. The abs, the legs..and more in the towel shot when he is cooling himself after the first ‘Mahsha Allah’.

While he is cooling himself, in Horchows, the heroine is beating the dust off ancient carpets. Kinky..eh!

Whatever the beauty rituals - the sprint, the rain showers or the soot from the tapestry, Sonam is looking stunning a la pakeeza. I almost expected her to break into a Chalte Chalte any minute.. Sanjay even introduced a train in one of the romantic shots to reminisce. Curly tangled coiffure, dabka work angrakhas and natural makeup but that’s as far as he could catch the soul of pakeeza.

The Chitrahaar would have been more sufferable, had Sameer put in some memorable lyrics. When you leave the movie, you don’t take home anything except the overplayed title track and the grey sets.

Raj Kapoors signature hat, Oversized RK signage, interspersed with the typically european sign boards are a meek prayer to save the film. My advise is, if you have seen the promos, you have seen the film. Spare yourself, SKIP the rest.

RELATIONSHIPS

No Age Bar

Most of us grow up anticipating, the momentous moment, when life would become of consequence and we would meet that smashing someone, who would elate us to completion. The moment, when fireworks will light up the sky, angels will start playing violins and the air will fill up with the sweet scent of love. We spend painfully, lllllong periods of our adult lives desperately seeking our ‘rib’. Seeking the ultimate person - who would fulfill us at physical, emotional, mental, intellectual and spiritual levels.

Why disparage the fairy tales, when most of us mere-mortals, are discernibly consumed by this fantastic emotion? This will-o’-the-wisp, flickers and recedes every time we attempt to reach it. When we see a couple canoodling in a corner, when we see a happy ending in a movie...we sigh to ourselves...hoping to one day, achieve the ‘ignis fatuus’ and walking into the twilight hand in hand...


When the romantics dream so, and this dreaming mind you, lasts a pretty long time for most...Is there a thought spared to the age of the person whose hand you would be holding? What if the hand of that someone was of someone much younger..or older.. Would it mitigate the intoxication...at having finally… captured the illusion. Would you deny yourself, love and sexuality, because the object of your affection happens to belong to another generation and that is not in conformity with the ancient social rules.

It’s no longer, just the Demi Moores and Madonnas who are marrying-down men from another generation. Many young men around us are going the Tendulkar way. They are finding it difficult to duck the charms of the mature female of their species. A decade back they were more of an exception. Today it’s a global trend...gaining popularity and acceptance.

The obdurate Indians, too, though somewhat grudgingly, are gradually moving from intolerance to reluctant nonchalance. The unbending ones still believe in Manu’s, masculine, social laws. It’s said that the Manu Samhita came directly from Lord Krishna. All devout Hindus worship Lord Krishna and his paramour and consort Radha. The fact that Radha was much older to Krishna is a point that we forget at times.

Relationships are mostly based on factors like survival, convenience and practicality. The men being the breadwinners have enjoyed the power to choose their consorts. The older man and younger woman relationship ensured fruitful mating, with a higher probability of conception. Today, we are thinking beyond survival and procreation. This has been further syngergised by the fact that the new generation is looking at smaller families. They are ballsy and adventurous, willing to handle parental criticism and the panning by peers…if that happens.

The women, who attract the younger males, are usually in there thirties – sexy, elegant and gorgeous. They have survived the blunders of the twenties and are wiser with the experiences. They are not easily knocked down by stuffy comments like Cougar, cradle snatcher and Mrs. Robinson.

Younger women are often blamed of being manipulative and pecuniary. Men prefer the older ones who are financially stable, more direct in their approach and less inclined to play mind games. The young, city slickers are getting attracted to the glamour of a ‘finished’ mature woman. Women who have experienced child-rearing, managing a house hold and a career. One who is secure in herself as a person and is looking for a mate who shares her passions and interests. One who is keen to experiment more, both in and out of the sack.

Sushant was attracted to his colleagues intelligence and atitude. He says that he did not even realize there was an age difference. “She looked as young as any other girl in my age group, when I asked her out. I discovered her age only after a couple of dates and by then it was too late…no other woman matched up to her.”

Vivek Verma, a General Manager with a five star hotel says, “I had never met anyone like her, oozing so much oomph and confidence” It was love at first sight, when I saw her at a sales conference hosted by the hotel. She wore a foxy brown, business suit with a plunging neckline, a solitaire on a silver chain, a Louis Vuitton bag on the nail art-ed mittens. I could not take my eyes off, that swaying butt. The hot, red stilettos, jabbed straight into my heart and it still bleeds.. oops beats for her”, he says.

The working women have the moolah, thus reducing the male regimentation of their lives. They are no longer subservient to men. They seek and are not reluctant to demand equality in everything...including love. The women are educated, well informed and moving out of their homes. This gives them the opportunities to meet and interact with a wider variety of people…younger men included. They are more aware of their sensuality and are more confident in their skin. The women are following extensive, maintenance programs and often their true age is not easily ascertainable. Many older women are not denying themselves. They are heartily enjoying the physical strength, the high libido , the openness and the youth of younger men.

Numerous studies have indicated that the libido of a man peaks in his twenties and for a woman it’s the thirties when she is her sexiest best. Thus catalyzing a sexy chemical reaction. What has tipped the balance, further, in the favor of the reverse cross-generation relationship is the simple fact that - there are fewer older men available. Most men in there forties have some degree of impotency and start loosing their sexual drive. They somehow seem to find solace in expending their energies in pursuing the young ones of the fair sex. Consequently the younger male and the older females find themselves with fewer choices in their own age brackets and have to look at other available options. Older women after a bad relationship could be looking for simply fun and companionship to forget the pain of the past. Younger men are mostly looking for similar stuff. Thus increasing the probability of their getting together.

Whatever the logic, older women seem to be relishing it. Shamita says, Since I am dating a younger man, I am compelled to keep up with women his age and, therefore work out regularly with him in the gym. I feel sexier and fitter than I ever have.

Kadambini, has been dating a colleague seven years her junior for almost two years. “I have been married once, it was very complicated and demanding and difficult to get out of. After my divorce, l was really in the dumps, Kishore made me laugh and feel young again. We go out dancing and clubbing which I seldom got to do in my previous relationship.”

Prerna, says her husband loves to tease her about her age. She does not mind the bantering cause she believes she is lucky to have found him albeit a little late.

Rajan did suffer the snide comments for some time. They thought I was dating Sapna for her money and I was just a boy-toy for her, but slowly my family has acknowledged the fact that the relationship is doing me good.

Nandita is the envy of her group; the great sex is making her glow. I can see that some of my friends would love to be in my shoes. She laughs. My mother would like to see us settled down some day.

That brought us to the question of the long term. When quizzed, Vivek says he has often thought of being married to his hot and intelligent girlfriend. “I have not brought it up, lest I spoil a good thing. I have a great time with her son and her family. Marrying her would make me very happy.”

Jessica says that at 38, it would be difficult for her to adjust with another set of in-laws. Anyways, she fears they would freak. “They must have dreamt of a young nubile bahu, who would give them a couple of grandchildren. Every man deserves the joy of fatherhood but frankly, I am not sure I want to get back into diapers and feeders again, not to mention the medical complications, maternity might bring in at my age.

Sunaina, 36 who is dating a 28 year old says that “I feel loved and sexy. He rocks my world..literally... And I do dread the day he would meet someone younger and prettier. May be when he has had his stint with maturity and sensuality, he’d get attracted to the freshness of youth, like many old men.”

Salil, 35, who is in a live-in relationship with his friend’s 37 year old sister, vehemently denied the desire to marry. I don’t want to get back into what might become a rut like my last marriage.

For women interested only in a physical relationship, landing a younger man at his sexual peak is certainly a good choice. There is the possibility of augmenting into the “real” thing, if the package brings in great sex, intelligent conversation & intellectual stimulation. Then, it would be probably foolish to look at the birth certificate.

There is however a problem when the man is not interested in a long-term relationship but the woman is. Extreme age disparity may result in a dysfunctional relationship after the initial attraction. Then there is the fear of the man not finding his older partner attractive later in life. But there are similar fears in every relationship, what’s great today might not last tomorrow.

Cupid does not recognize the age gap. Young does not mean wrong...if it feels great, it probably is. When it comes to romance there are no guidelines, whether it’s a marriage or a live-in or just a romance for what its worth…there are no bars...as Banta popularly quipped .Just.. sex baar baar

ISSUES

Kali

Reshma was absolutely exhausted. She did not even have the energy to push the man, who kept poking her. She felt defiled, every time the bus jolted, he pushed his thing against her. She turned around to give the culprit a dirty look; he airily looked the other way, feigning ignorance. Pleased with himself he started whistling a Bollywood number. Reshma was disgusted with his coarseness. She silently prayed that the driver would drive easy and not apply brakes so rashly.

It was dark outside; the sun had set about some time back, when they had crossed the ‘Dandi March’. The roads were choked with traffic. There was a lot of work today and she had missed her chartered.

The fat woman had walked in just a minute before closing time. Reshma had just about picked up her bag, when she had walked in dressed in a horrendous purple dress that belonged to an aging king in the history books. Reshma had sighed but given out a huge, professional smile. She appeared bigger and more grotesque with every passing minute. At 6.10 Reshma knew she would miss her chartered and resigned herself to the fact. She booked the best connection to Boston for her. Thanked her for giving her the pleasure of serving her and then trotted her way to the bus stop. She waited a while but could not get another Chartered that would take her home, to mum, and to hot food.



She had reluctantly got into the crowded public bus and seethed inside to the leering glances of the bus conductor. One of the ‘ladies seat’, was occupied by a young insolent looking man, who did not bother to offer her the seat, instead tried to feel her with his arm, which was raised up, to hold the harness to steady himself. She mentally cursed the purple ogre as she sucked in her breath, to get an inch between her and the lecher’s arm. The bus was over-crowded, it was probably equipped to carry only one third of the number, that had stuffed themselves into its tiny belly. The stench of sweat, cigarette smoke, paan, hair oils etc had all come together with the smell of the gas fumes on the road and was nauseating her.

She recalled the time, when she had first experienced the insult, as an eight year old traveling with her mother, an ‘uncle’ had offered to let her share the seat with him in the crowded bus. This man had allowed his hand to travel up to her panties a couple of time teasing and pinching her. She had twitched and turned in her seat, feeling so uncomfortable and violated, but knowing not what to do. Later, when they got off the bus, she had gathered the courage and told her mother. She could still see her mum screaming in rage, running after the speeding bus in vain, hurtling stones at it in frustration.

It had been many years since, but she had not got immune to it. She had hit back in anger, yelled and even slapped a couple of sleazebags, when she could. She had now learnt to avoid such vile men, it was better to move away, then to make a scene and attract the attention of other distorted men who might be harboring similar intentions.

Somehow, no one ever spoke up against them, it seemed, that in the sexually frustrated society, men had an unsaid right to ogle and to feel the body of a woman whenever the opportunity came by. Some indulged shamelessly, some slyly, but very few ever bothered to speak up and help the woman.

She was sapped after the long day, the jostling, the extreme discomfort and the violations made her insides quiver with frustration. She felt something wet on her chest and she realized that somehow tears had escaped her eyes. She could not even wipe it off, as disengaging her hand, was simply impossible in the crowded bus.

She managed to look outside through the couple of inches of the window that was not obstructed and realized she was just a couple of stops away from home. She would have to start her struggle to the door if she wanted to get off at her bus stop. Reshma summoned all her energy and started shoving and squeezing forward, tightly clutching on to her hand bag as she had once lost all her money to a pick pocket in a similar situation. She finally managed to elbow her way to the door in time. The bus slowed down for a few seconds at her stop and almost ran her over as she jumped off. She steadied herself and breathed in deeply, grateful for her deliverance. The polluted Delhi air seemed refreshing after that agonizing journey. She slowly made her way back home, carefully avoiding the lecherous cyclists, who delighted in pinching bottoms. She was quiet through out dinner and wept herself to sleep, praying that she would not have to go through the ordeal ever again.

That night she slept fitfully, dreaming she had transformed into Kali and had slaughtered all eve teasers from Delhi…

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LEISURE

Devigarh Palace Hotel


As a little girl, I would often dream of charming princes and resplendent palaces, of ambrosial baths and scented boudoirs, of lavish banquets and fawning functionaries. When we walked into the grand gates of the Devigarh, palace hotel, all those dreams seemed to have come true.

As we crossed the lawns and reached the gates, a shower of rain petals, seemingly from the heavens, delighted us. The traditional ‘Aarti’ and ‘Tilak’ followed. The choice of welcome drinks was refreshing; the check-in smooth and quick. As soon as we had finished sipping the mint-flavored mango pulp drink, we were escorted to our suite. We were cool under the canopy of the lusty silk umbrella, and the warm August sun, was almost pleasant.

We walked past unusual fountains, renovated courtyards, the quiet ‘Janana’ garden with an inviting swing for the queen, an austere yoga room and spacious terraces that opened up vistas of luscious green Aravalis. Our suite was dichromatic, with all pure white décor and hints of marigold on the walls and some furnishings. The décor was absolutely unblemished, calming and welcoming. The white simplicity of the room dramatically magnified the view of the rolling hills through the generous windows.

A quick shower in the luxurious bathroom turned into a leisurely bath. My travel partner greeted me with a flute of sparkling wine as I wrapped myself into the cotton robe and slipped my feet into the handmade ‘Mojaris which I found in the spacious closet, attached to the bathroom.

The guest services desk offered us an array of possibilities – trekking, picnic, bicycle trip, camel safari, spa treatments, pool table, board games etc. We were too enthralled by the beauty, the luxury and the historic enigma of the palace to step out for the excursions. Instead, we decided to join in a group of Germans who were attempting kite flying at the terrace. It was rousing to watch our huge red and golden bird, fly into the magnificent blue, most of which is still unspoilt and free from pollution and ugly cables.

A quick splash in the pool later, we decided to hit the bar. Live ‘Jal Tarang’ and ‘Flute’ recital in the background gave the place an otherworldly feel.

We devoured the delicious ‘chaat’ snacks with a Merlot as the sky turned crimson. Buzzed with the beauty of the place, the delicious snacks, the warmth of the staff and the delicious wine. We lay down together hand in hand on the comfortable cots in the bar and enjoyed the theatrics, as the sky turned a royal purple, as if, in reverence to the royalty that resided in the palace not very long ago.

When you look back at holidays, you don’t always remember what you saw or what you did. What stays with you is how you felt, in that point in time. When I will think back, I might not remember the sumptuous chicken biryani which we requested to be served right there in the bar, or the robust wine, I might not even remember the date or month, but I would not be able to forget how happy, peaceful, relaxed and content I felt as I lay there puffing a hookah after our meal.

The bed had been made and a pretty packet, with a vial of relaxing essential oils had been placed on the pillow. The white room glowed magically in the silver light of the moon. The bath had been drawn, and thousands of fresh rose petals floated in the lavish tub. The relaxing fragrance of lavender filled up my already drugged senses. Within easy reach from the tub had been placed some bath salts and cool towels. How did they manage to get the temperature of the water just right at that hour? I wondered, as I sank into the fragrant luxury.

The pleasant cooing of the pigeons by the window woke me up. The rose petals on the sheets, the ‘Mojaris’ and the bed mat were a gentle mnemonics of the rapturous night. I smiled as I thought of the silken petals lingering on my skin as I made my way to our bedroom for the night. It had been the ultimate aphrodisiac and a perfect culmination to a perfect day.

After a session of yoga, we opted to visit the renowned Krishnas Nath Dwara temple, which was a short drive from the fort. We had just about returned, when it became overcast.

We sat on the marble bench in the balcony to our room. The swaying fields below our window, the wet parrots fluttering their wings, the drizzle on our faces, it was all so chimerical. The silent air-conditioning, the insect screening and the comfortable bolsters in the balcony - the thoughtfulness that has gone into the designing of the rooms was self-evident.

It was time to get back to reality. I bade bye to my room as I stepped out, realizing that we had not even switched on the plasma screen Television in the sitting room. A boy with the traditional umbrella had been waiting patiently outside the room. I walked down the broad, stony stairway to the reception, feeling like a queen in a recherché palace. I sighed and reluctantly boarded the waiting car, with a promise to myself, to visit again soon.

Facts
Devi Garh, the luxury resort in Udaipur, has received the highest rating for "Ambience and Design 2006" amongst all hotels in Asia in Conde Nast Traveller's Gold List.

Devi Garh has received an exceptional score of 97.29 for Ambience & Design .
The 18th century Devi Garh palace is located in the village of Delwara The all suite luxury hotel comprises of 39 suites with an emphasis on design and detail, using local marbles and semi-precious stones.

Located 28 Km northeast of Udaipur, Devi Garh is a convenient and scenic 45 minute drive from the city.

When to Visit
Udaipur is a hill station and the reccomended tme to visit is between March and October.

Getting Here
Udaipur is easily accessible via air, road and rail from Delhi or Mumbai. Local taxis are easily available from the airport to transport guests to Devi Garh. The hotel can also organize a car to pick up guests upon arrival.

Distances
Udaipur to Delhi - 624 Km.
Udaipur to Devigarh - 28 Km.
Jodhpur - 335 Km.
Ajmer - 236 Km.
Jaipur - 374 Km.
Nathdwara - 46 Km.

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