Jugalbandi - The concept

Google 'jugalbandi' and you would get the first result as 'Music for two players' which surely did dampen my spirits for this is not what i wanted it to be projected as nothing against music though, then i read another googly* which citied jugalbandi as 'tied together' which made me feel so elated because it gave the most essential defination and articulation of the thought which i have been chewing upon for about 2 months now.

'Tied together' - what are the few things which come to our mind when we hear this phrase. Two people can be tied together in love or lust or two strings can be tied together. Hence 'jugalbandi' is something which i would say is not associated entirely to music but is a more generic term which can be taken to closely agree to - 'working together with an attempt to have fun' - which takes me to the next level of expressing my wish/desire to experiment with - 'JugalBandi in Writing' i.e. Co-authoring a piece of literature or looterature**

Come to think about it a little more deeply and what would come to your mind about the thought. This is what came to my mind:-
1) If i'm about to co-author something with someone then is it important to know the person? If yes then are there any particular virtues/dimensions which i should know about him/her?
2) Should both of us know each other before we start? or should we get to know each other our the course of writing?
3) Should we write on the same topic? or should we write about closely related topics which fall in sync with each other? Should we write on completely different topics and concentrate on to just capture the interest of the reader throughout?
4) Should the co-author be a man or a woman? I'm not being an MCP here but just that i feel that co-authoring a book with a woman is a different experiance alltogether. period.

With these thoughts on the paper in front of me, one thing which i'm sure of is that i'm surely going to start on to search for a like minded 'Bitch' who would be willing to work on this endeavour with me and along the way get the answers to all the thoughts/questions mentioned above.

*googly - search results returned by google
**looterature - piece of literature which is read in loo -something which is easy to read and spend time. strictly recoomended for those who take the most imp part of their lives on the 'Hotseat' - pooping.

Why bitch?

'Bitch' -The phrase - generally used to refer to the Female dog, however an interesting thing which i discovered that 'Bitch' is also used to refer to the 'a hard to handle problem' or say 'an unplesant difficulty'.
I could have very well picked up a great name which would ooze so much of corny energy that you itself would want to open the blog with a want to accidently stumble upon some spicy news - i know you - 'U hungry Dawg'. The real reason i choose this name however is that for some mystic reason some age old problems which i was 100% confident that i have put to sleep suddenly woke up from there slumber and knocked me off leaving me hazed, surprised in short shit scared.

Some of the problems were
1) Coming across face to face with people you do not want to meet again not because you are scared but because you want to have a past :-) and want it to be buried so that when you are holding that single malt in your hand 15 years down the line you can put that experiance into the bucket called 'Life' and hey thanks she's not my wife.
2) A growing Beer belly - though i'm strictly against anyone who says that i'm fat i'm very much in shape and the shape is O. Surprisingly i controlled my beer intake infact alchoal intake to a great extent but still the taste of its awesome bubbles still linger on to my taste buds and also i guess at the same time so do the calories linger to my mid riff but i'm working on it. Started morning walks and less non-veg even contemplating to start abs.
3) The prime 'Bitch' whom i forgot to talk about is that one girl whom my parents keep on insisting that i marry just that the girl changes everytime her qualifications ranging from MBA to criminal Psychologist to good for nuthing punjabi peices of ass i mean good for something for sure. Why do i call them a 'bitch' - because its so uncomfortable to say no to a girl. By grace of good lord i have never been asked yes/no about a female but this is one thing that constantly haunts me. Marriage. I dont mind breaking it into 'Marr your age'. Women I aplogize for the unruly behaviour here but i'm just not marriage material as per now.

In short these are issues/behaviours which i thought i have moved on but hell no, A 'Bitch' Always rises after you take your attention off her and then comes and bites a piece of your ass. Ooch. It hurts.

Getting back with Simran

Yesh u all have read it right. Simran and me are finally together after around 5 months of not talking to each other and above all we never made out too, not even once during these 5 months. Man did I miss her!! It was more or less that my mind was starving about her. Simran makes me feel worthy to have 2 heads if ya know what I mean. Earlier it was always my smaller head which used to work and hence we used to have awesome sex But ever since we broke up 5 months ago I used to think about what went wrong and realized that I should have used my bigger head a lot more.
Finally when the day or reckoning came I decided like every 'Man' does - that if I have to live with my head held high above my shoulders then I need to start respecting simran for what she is and not for what she gave me.
I took Simran out for a date. We bought some gifts for her and then I asked her the question. Will you be mine?
She said 'Yes' like she was forever in awe and love with me.
Now that's what I call a love lady unlike those who love but yet can not forgive someone or don't have the guts to make the first move.
Oooh Simran How much u mean to me - what would I have been without you babe!!
Simran's Pristine white flawless hmm not exactly flawless. Her body's got some bite marks as a memorabilia of our togetherness. She's easy going, no hiccups. She's the same as she was born with. No corny tattoos or anything. Just pure feminine. My Simran.
Simran - DL XXX 9939 - Maruti 800 - 96 model. Eats 1 litre for every 15 km and is my only source of travel in Delhi. Simran was gifted to me by my dad when he bought a new car for himself. Ever since I got out of college in Delhi simran been with me through thick and thin for all job interviews and daru parties.

I used to Fuck her like hell. Driving her recklessly anywhere everywhere as if 50+ was a defacto standard speed for it be it a heavily packed road or a dusty pebbled street. Riding over speed breakers. Man that sure was quite similar to a night of lust as if she's a cab and not my own car.
We broke up (I stopped using it after mum went to Canada) I used to drive the new car :-) and simran used to just stand and wait for me. Anyway few days back it struck me that either I needed to sell this piece of metal lying unused in the parking lot and start to move around in buses or rather get her back in working condition and pay attention to maintaining her. Second choice made more sense to me.
So we bought some gifts on our date to the mechanic which included new shockers, new battery and oil change and she's smooth as a virgin again. Not exactly a virgin but yes surely a woman in her prime for sure. (LOL)
Took her out to a party today and she's just fine and dandy and I'm happy to be with her once again.
This is a eternal love story.

Poetic Expressions of a Wicked Mind

Something which i wrote last month but never developed the guts to post it for fear of exposing the lows i was in. Fellow Readers please accept the one of few pieces i intend to share with you over the course and intercourse(s) of my life.

Work comes Work Goes !!

Bad work comes and stays,

good work is something for which u pray

Don’t worry about what you do, end of the day its just 1 big zoo

Animals come animals go, different animals some wise some low

But none really help you grow, they are there just for show

Once you shall too get a chance and then you shall dance

Dance..dance wild, taking nothing as mild letting your mind glide

Letting out the soul of the child

You play role of a S.M.E and soon you hear in times of fire sounds like where is he? Where is he? But beware the fangs of time catch you too And you are once again thrown in the same zoo
N now time for me to visit the loo!!

Advice@J: Dont Ever worry about work b'coz that is what you are gonna do for the rest of your splendid lives so take it easy, take it on a high. We shall all rule our kingdoms.