YOUR DREAM CAR

You wait and wait and you fight with your family in order to get your unique one-seater dream sports car. Everyone was against you but you believed you are right. Anyway, you fight enough and you show off your manhood. You go to the bank and you apply for that huge amount of a loan. You get the money and you go to pay the advance. You know that you will be spending more on your sports car once you get it. But eagerly you are looking forward to ride that car. The day is approaching and you are getting ready and preparing a good clean nice place for your brand new car. Now you got it. Go tiger, keep riding and riding. Enjoy it. The car is enjoying too. The car was waiting for this day. It is a sports car. A strong car. A car that to be ridden and ridden. The more you ride, the more it performs. The more it performs, the more you enjoy. Your adrenaline makes you keep going and going. It keeps the car at its highest performance. You just can’t break.

As time passes you love your car more and more. Everyday brings a new experience and a new story. You go to new places with your car. Even the old places become new. Riding that car makes your life beautiful. Full of emotions. Full of excitement. However, as it is a unique car, it needs good maintenance that every month you have to take it to the garage. But you do it. You keep it in the garage for couple of days. You don’t ride it. They tell you it needs one more day to be fixed. You reply, OK fix it please, I am dying to ride it again. They give it to you back. And you start riding again. Day passes after day and year after year. And as time passes you love you car more and more. And you want to keep it forever. Your car shared with you the moment when you drove it to your new house. Your car shared with you the moment when you drove you kid to the school for the first time. Your car shared with you the moment when you drove home after getting your big bonus and promotion. Also, your car shared with you the moment when you were in a big trouble and rode you back home for a good sleep. Your car shared with you the moment when you were driving to a party to celebrate your birthday with your close friends and later on the night your rode it again for a good night sleep.

One day, you drove by a new 2-seater sports car. You liked it. You followed it and discovered it was a rental car. Though it looks fantastic and strong with sexy bronze leather, it was just a rental car. You decided to go into a ride. It was exciting. You kept renting it every now and then. By now, your dream car is no more a brand new car. However, it is a classic car. It can’t perform as it used to be in the old days. You can’t perform, too, and do stuns as you used to do before. Day after day, you started to ride the rental car more and more and your ignorance towards your classic car built up a barrier between both of you. You even lost your keys to the classic car. However, your classic car was built with such smart technology that it opens its doors whenever it feels you around. You became such an old man, not any more that good looking youngman, and you don’t know how to operate that classic prestigious car.

That day, you went to rent that rental car. You were waiting and waiting as it was being ridden by another customer. You were staring at the car. You were staring at that good looking sexy man who was showing off his manhood and you remembered your old days. When you fought and got what you want. When rode and rode till you fall asleep. You remembered all the nice and sad moments. You go home. You don’t feel good. You feel guilty. You feel bad. You feel dirty. You feel sad. Again your car recognizes you and opens the doors. You became very weak to ride. Your car became very old to be ridden. But you realized that old is gold. That the wrinkled leather summarizes your life. That every piece knows what you want with touching it. What a technology!! No other car can do it. You know it inside out. It knows you inside out.

When worse comes to worse, and you wanna scrap your old car after you utilized and stretched it to its limits. Remember, the car was your dream one day. It was fancy and sexy. It made you enjoy your life and time. It shared with you all the moments.

For that, take care of her. Be gentle. Be a man. Now it’s the time to show off you manhood. Sure you are weak now, but she is weaker. She still depends on you. You are stronger compared to her. Take her under your shoulder. Let her feel your warmth. Make her your old favorite princess. Give her your attention. Talk to her. When you both grow old nothing is better than remembering and talking about how good your years were when she jumped in. She kept putting up with you through out your bad times. Man, pay back. Smile at her. Appreciate her. Take it easy on her. She is old. Your car, sorry your Wife, needs you beside her. Walk together hand into hand. Kiss her like it was the first time. Put her into bed holding her hand. Let her fall into sleep on your chest. Kiss her a good night sleep. May be tomorrow you won’t wake up. May be tomorrow she won’t wake up.

Be faithful. Be sincere. Be a man.

Peace…

TOUCH ME NOT

How do you like to be touched???

By an eye? No?? Ok, by a word?? Nope?? Ok, by a gift? Again, no?? Thennnn by hand?? Sounds good, ah?? You like it?? Oh yeah. It feels goods, yeah? Sure it feels warm and cozy. Or do you like it by a call. Or a message. Or let’s say by an email. Not your preferred type of touch? I don’t care. But know you what, TOUCH ME NOT.

Each of us prefers a way to be touched. May be unique may be modern or may be classical. It is a touch. Someone likes to talk and touch at the same time. Someone talks through a touch. Which is more effective and meaningful? Which one plays with your feelings deep inside? Which kind heals you from your pain? Which touch put you into suffer and pain? How does it feel when you are touched in a bad way?? Bad, right?? Too bad, ha. Yeah, I know.

When you don’t know how to touch, better you go and learn. You can’t communicate without a touch. A touch without a human touch to it is not a touch. Whenever you touch, touch me right.

Yesterday I was badly touched. For a reason I don’t know. It wasn’t the touch I was looking for. You don’t like me. Then shut the fuck up and don’t touch me. Don’t touch me and hurt me as I touch back badly. You don’t know me right? Then again don’t touch me. A stranger’s touch can’t be soft. Can’t be gentle. Himself needs a touch to relax. Stop being a stranger. You have been touched in a good way many times. Live with us. Become a friend. No, too good for you, right, you scum bag. Too much for you as you are too sick? So try to be harmless. Be peaceful. Don’t hurt. People will forget what you did to them, but will never forget how they felt.

Use you touch wisely. Constructively. Effectively. One day you will need some one to touch you back. Guess what. May be me. Especially when you need it badly. But again guess what. It may not be warm. It may be cold like ice. May be sharp like knife. May be pointy like a thorn. May be burning like fire.

Dude, you will be touched one day. Sooner or later. Whether you like it or not. Do yourself a favor and make that day a good day.

Peace upon you..

THE BEGINNING

I slept late. I woke up early. I shaved my beard. I had my shower. I put on my shirt and pants. Tied up my shoes. Wore Dior Homme. I dropped my wife to her parents’ house. Went to work. 10 minutes later I left work. I went to my wife. I took her to the hospital. She got admitted. I signed some papers. I went to my car. I lit a cig. I went see my wife. I was not allowed. I waited in the waiting room. It is noon. I went home. I had a shower. I went back to hospital. I went to see my wife. I was allowed this time. I said how are you. She said not bad. I said is it painful. She said yes. I said big time? She said now I love my mom more and more. She said she never loved her mom as much as that moment. They asked me to leave the room. I waited in the waiting room. My mom came. Her mom came. Her sister came. Another sister came. Her niece also came. The third sister came with her kids. My brother came. Her fourth sister came. We all waited. I smoked like hell. I was very cool. My friend was with me. I drank tea with milk. I drank water. I smoked and smoked. Time was passing very very slow. I was getting tired. Really tired. But I was cool. Every one was nervous. I tried to be nervous, but couldn’t. I was laughing and talking with every one. Every one was asking me whether I feel or don’t feel. What was their problem. I called my father. I talked with him. He was cool. I was cool too. I went down for a cig. My father called. He told me she is out. I threw the cig. I went up. I was cool. I felt the blood rushing into my face. My face was red. My ears were red. I saw them all at the gate. I said what’s up to my mother-in-law. She didn’t understand. I didn’t care. I went inside. I saw my wife. I smiled at her. She smiled back. I kissed her. She kissed me back. She started to cry. She told me look at Sarah. Sarah was born. My first baby. Sarah looked great. Her eyes were open. She was quite. She was looking at every body. I kissed her. I felt fantastic. It was unbelievable. I loved her. She is me. She is from me. She looked like me when I was born. We took pics. I wanted every one to leave. I wanted to be alone with my wife and baby Sarah. I went home. I changed my jeans. I went to a friend. We had a cig. I went back to the hospital. I saw my wife and Sarah again. She was beautiful. I kissed them and went home to sleep. I woke up early. I went to the hospital. One day passed. Two days passed. Three days passed. Now back to home. I drove my wife and Sarah back home. I was telling Sarah about what we were passing by. We reached my in-laws house. Every one was there. I took pics with Sarah. I loved Sarah. God bless Sarah.

The days are passing and Sarah is growing up. She smiles to me. Though I don’t spend enough time with her, but I believe she knows me. The way she blinks makes me freeze and keep staring at her. The way she moves her lips makes me wanna eat them. I don’t remember a single time when I resisted. She smells very very nice. I smell good. But she smells better. I put my nose on her neck and breathe. She gets pissed. Seems she want me always clean shaved. But I don’t care. I keep my nose. I keep breathing and smelling her. When I put her on my chest I feel warm. I feel like I am holding and embracing my self. She is mini me. When she sleeps on my chest I feel her whispering to me, take care of me father, I will sleep on your chest, I wanna hear you heartbeat. I know my mom’s, I wanna know yours.

I wanted to have baby girl but I didn’t think it is that great. I am sure that I will love her more and more with everyday that passes. I want her to start talking. I wanna talk with her. I am want her to start walking. I wanna walk her to her husband. I want her to grow up. I want her to be smart and strong. I want her to take care of her mother. I want her to kiss me every day good morning and good night. I want her to help me cross the road later when my sight goes old. I want her to make me a grand father. I want her to be a great wife and mother. I want Sarah to be great…

Feeling the fatherhood makes me confused. Makes me think and think. Makes me evaluate what gonna be best for your her. She makes me think wise. She makes me think far. And she makes me think in nothing but her when she is sitting on my lap.

I love Sarah…