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Authors: Niranjan Jha

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I thought,
‘It was
never too late.’

 

Her willingness to marry was feeding my hope to
sustain. Though she was far away from me, yet I was feeling her
closed to my heart. I was praying to God to protect the love from
all evils, but one day….

 

“If someone feels that they had never made a mistake
in their life, then it means they had never tried a new thing.”
–Einstein.

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Don’t let yourself be so heavy that you cannot lift
yourself.”

 

One day… while talking to me on the phone; the
question she asked was bitter to my ear. Perhaps it was rhetoric
enough to derail my sensibility, but I controlled myself and heard
till the end.

 

‘How would you come to Nagpur, by airplane or
train?’

‘By train,’ I replied. But I understood the sense of
the question.

 

And if I tell you the sense now, you will start
banging your head against the wall. Let’s see what happens next.
You know that life is either a daring adventure or nothing, and it
is idle to dread what you cannot avoid. A smooth sea never made
skillful mariners. I was sure enough that she was trying to
evaluate my financial status because that question could not be a
tongue-slip but a proper frame-up. The interrogative remark was not
praiseworthy at that time, but I understood how difficult the task
was going to be. Not pressurizing my mind more, facing the
situation dancing like bare-face monkey, I just excused her for
careless input and continued the communication further.

Ten days passed, and the time was nearing to me to
join the other call center, but I had to schedule the time to meet
her as well. My procrastination of meeting was realized by her on
the phone one day. When next day I did not log in to yahoo
messenger but rang her cell-phone, in her very first sentence she
urged me to come online in the night. I was trying to figure out
what was so urgent in the midnight, but failing to get the
perception I logged in. The very first question that got printed on
the monitor screen was…

 

‘Do you want to see something?’

 

I felt thundering into my head as I read the
sentence. Trying to understand the meaning was something like
learning Greek. The assortment of excitement and hate hit my mind
at once but I maintained my temper and answered her politely.
Perhaps I had got the sense!

 

‘No, I don’t.’

 

I changed the topic and started chatting about
something else. Just three minutes passed and she asked me the same
question again.

 

‘Do you really not want to see what I want to
show?’

‘What do you want to show?’ I asked hesitatingly.

 

Though we had already had some open talks and
exchanged explicit photos, but the question of that time meant
something else. I felt surprised weighing her daring attitude. It
was two a.m. in the morning and I was seeing her beautiful face on
my computer screen. She was still pushing enter key after typing
each sentence….

 

‘The most beautiful thing which you might not have
seen before,’ she typed.

 

The blood creeping in my veins generating the fervor
of sexual excitement aroused the sensation of manhood. She finished
her next sentence also very fast.

 

‘Don’t feel shy.’

 

I understood the entire scene; so I woke up my
room-mate who was sleeping behind. She asked me if anyone else was
there in my room, and I said no to her. I knew what was going to
happen. The next moment what I saw on the screen thrilled my entire
body in maddening sexual excitement.

 

She pulled her top off making her bra quite visible
on the screen – good with size and shape!

 

‘Are you seeing?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ I replied to her.

 

Though I had seen that kind of images and clips a
thousand times on computer, yet seeing her on the screen was
maddening. I was gawking at the screen as if not willing to wink
even for a second. Reaching my face closer to the screen, without
texting anything further, I was watching her hands locating the
button of her bra. In the very next minute, she brought her hands
at the bottom of the bra and….lifted it entirely up… revealing both
of her breasts quite open. She kept them up for more than a minute
touching and pressing the breasts with her hands. I thought the
money that I had spent for buying a computer was recovered. Such a
beautiful pair of breast….really mesmerizing….

 

Goshing gosh!!

My room-mate standing behind just cried out!

 

The distinctive curve of her axilla and ideally
positioned gorgeous, pretty and fully luscious breasts was clearly
visible what women desire and men adore. There was bombardment
happening in my mind. The first thing that I did was I pressed
print-screen key on the keyboard to have a clear snapshot of that,
and then, I placed my left hand on the simmering point of my thighs
to arouse sensation.

 

What else could I have done?

The next moment, I started self-polluting licking the
monitor screen.

 

“Life is not worth living if you don’t have something
to die for.” –Anonymous

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

“You will never have a significant success
unless the work is an obsession for you.” –Bill Gates

When I got up in the morning, I wasn’t able to forget
what I had seen in the night. It was coming in front of eyes again
and again. That day I realized how much a man can be driven wild
seeing the beauty of a woman. When it comes to blue-beauty,
definitely it is the most intoxicating thing for men.

 

In the evening, for the first time in my life, I
purchased four kilograms of sweets and two sarees (the cloth), one
for her and the other for her mother. Feeling very joyful, within
an hour I was at Mumbai CST Railway Station buying the train ticket
of Vidharva Express to Nagpur. When I bought the ticket, I thought
of giving her a call informing my arrival.

 

To my surprise, they talked to me in a quite
strange way as if they were not expecting me to come like that.
Both Pushpa and her mother showed a little bit of rudeness on the
phone. I suspected, but I was under the impression that they had
already invited me just a few days ago, so there should not be any
problem. And at least, Pushpa would be in my favor because she had
been that much
gracious
to
me.

 

It was my thought, but the thing that was destined to
happen, was cruel enough to shuddering my heart shed tears. It was
enough to make me prejudiced to the character of women forever.

 

“Why are the girls proud of their six-inch
depth?”

 

It was clear to me why she had asked whether I would
come by airplane or train. The women of this kind always evaluate
the status of her cunt-craver. Why God gave them the gulch to eject
the generation and ingest masculinity?

 

“Be ashamed of your death, if you could not win
anything good to humanity.” –Anonymous

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Four

“The cruelest abhorrence of the world exists between
rich and poor, as if, they are touchable and untouchable.”

 

Before afternoon, the train reached me Nagpur. I
found the mother and daughter standing at the exit point of the
railway station waiting for me. I looked at both of them from a
distance examining if they were the real human being or not. Seeing
them continuously for two minutes, I approached with proper
etiquettes and greeting. But to my surprise, giving a greeting in
return, I saw their faces deadened with disgust as if they had a
plan to treat me with the worst kind of souvenirs. I just waited to
see how far the way was created.

 

As we went out of the station, they took me in a car
offering me the back seat. The moment the car started Pushpa
arrowed a question.

 

‘Where would you like to go?’ she asked.

‘You said that you would take me your home.’

‘But there is white-washing going there. Isn’t it,
mom?’

Her mom just nodded to that.

 

‘You will have to stay in a hotel,’ she said.

This sentence of her made me a little angry.

So I asked, ‘Why?’

 

That was the time she vomited her final words which I
had never expected. Her so-called mom got out of the car as it
moved out just one minute of the distance ahead. She left both of
us in the cab so that Pushpa could speak freely….the word….that she
spoke….was really shocking to me….and so shocking that I said to
myself.

 

‘The doomsday 2012 should come today! The world is no
longer good for humans!

 

She was still framing her last sentences…

 

‘You have to pay ten thousand to the hotel and we
both will enjoy there.’

‘Disgawsome, you fucking
bitch!’
I thought.

‘You are a prostitute and your mother is a pimp? I
asked her.

She gave no answer.

‘Is this what you called me for?’ I asked
angrily.

 

There was no word in her mouth. Neither had I that
much of money, nor did I want to spend for that. I got out of the
car to avoid any felony to happen. I still wanted to live a life of
dignity and respect, a life where I would be heard, understood and
loved. I was longing to be cuddled, to be hugged, to be caressed,
to be held tight and comforted…but alas…the glow of my warm heart
in my body could not bear the cold, un-warm, and chilling attitude
of the world and thumped loudly in my own chest. Within an hour, I
got a train and came back to Mumbai.

 

“If you cannot fight for justice, you will die in
crime.”

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Five

“The difference between run and ruin is only the
letter – I.” –Arindam Chaudhary

 

Men are not born by circumstance but create
circumstance. I realized the true sense of this maxim when came
back to the routine-work of the call center again. Six months
passed, and there was no change in my life except going
introvertly. I tried my all means and intelligence to get a wife
but there was no success. Loneliness was killing me day by day.
There was no hope for getting married. One of my friends gave me
the address of a girl staying in Nerul. He told me the girl was a
bar-dancer. I went to meet her and asked her also if she would
marry me. Even she denied, but her denial was obvious because she
didn’t find herself suitable for me from any point of view.

 

I was the one and only one to make something happen.
Though, it was getting late but never too late to set another goal
or to dream a new dream. But I did not know how.

 

More than three moths passed. One day I called Pushpa
again – the same prostitute of Nagpur. The disrupted conversation
was re-stabilized in a month of continuous effort. I called her
Mumbai and hired a place to stay in Mira Road. Next day, while
talking to me, she started crying and told me that she was dragged
into prostitution without her will. She narrated her entire story
of white-slavery. I didn’t feel pity on her.

 

The two weeks passed, and then, my decision got firm
to wash her sins away by giving her true love. I thought of making
her feel womanhood going extra mile in order to help her bring into
new life. I realized that gradually she had started understanding
everything.

 

Again, Pandora box of marriage!

 

Thousands of people asked me till now why I titled
this story ‘Vagina Insanity’. Seeing these many incidents in it, do
you think your mind suggests any other title? I think it does not.
But this much is also not enough. Please don’t go away. I had
promised in the beginning to give you one of the best read. I will
keep my promise. There is a lot more to come. Please continue till
end.

 

As Pandora box approached, and I started
reconsidering, she put a condition upfront. She wanted me to buy a
bigger flat than the one I had. I agreed and found out the other
one. Just two days before property registration, she insisted that
I should buy the flat on her name.

 

‘Not for heaven’s sake!’
I thought.

‘I shouldn’t do this,’ I said.

 

And when she saw that I did not buy the property on
her name, next day early morning, she vanished somewhere I could
never find. I tried calling her all the numbers and sent messages
to all her email accounts, but nothing came in return. Her
disappearance made me feel she was nowhere in the world. If I had
bought the flat on her name, I had to face the dire consequences.
Falling back on the crash-pad to recline, I thought the God-made
creation had given me enough of surprises, some electrocuting
surprises…. I was asking His Holiness, why He fashioned me into a
man with these problems? My power to remonstrate with unjust design
of the world was wilting away.

 

“A river cannot sing until it has rocks in its
bottom.” –Lord Osho

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Six

‘One, who wants to please all, pleases none.’
–Proverb

 

This is the last incident you have got to read now.
But before I take you ahead, I feel it necessary to mention
something about this book here. Within a month, sealing a memorable
win, this book got catapulted by the online readers to stardomic
limelight being branded a healing for broken spirits. It has
reached in the hands of fifty thousand people around the world in
the fastest speed because of its blunt depiction on socialized
crime. The fruition of this book can be called maverick but not
narcissism, and it is not nonsense but beyond nonsense!

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