Bea are you a slut? : Root & Map

Bea are you a slut?

Greek-Persian_duel BC 5th Century BC

Fuck you Bea, Don’t you ever feel like a whore? Deep said in a moment of anguish.

The hyperlink on the top of this post  redirects you to the page where I am trying to keep some tracks of Bea’s and  Deep’s skirmishes. Alternatively if you want to navigate the series as soon as it updates or rather if you like the snippets below,  please find it all under the category Bea’s Smirks.

Some snippets from the story are here for quick viewing:

Bea and Deep’s First Conversation

I have landed home just yesterday and had been thinking of her only but could not get time to call her till my birthday which you guessed it right was today. Logged on to facebook and asked her for number. Called her for the first time and heard her HELLO (Ni Hao/ Vue in Chinese). A bit mature voice however full of enthusiasm not rhythmic with the tone of  voice and the first conversation we had was about friends. Gosh, when will these Indians grow up and stop showing their thousands of friends and how the friends are so important for their lives and then how some friends are family for her which I might agree with and then how she didn’t not like flights and how she felt when on altitudes. Anyways things have started hitting off including that we might have possibilities for conversations and the possibility for me to understand her. I never thought why’d I like her, was it because she looked a bitch from my past but why’d my heart jumped for her and it’s a story of our on and off times with each other which lasted years. Okay, coming to her, she was quite beautiful and fashionable too, an interesting persona, a metro girl . I saw her first through a social media tool and asked for communication which I didn’t get even after four days of waiting and then had to force her for communication through a back channel and then there was no turning back at least till few phone calls. Bea, yeah that was her name. Sudden Changes in Bea

Sudden Changes in Bea

If you’ve been dating for a few months and someone “changes” – they probably didn’t change at all. You’re just seeing who they really are.

Its what someone said but this post is about their separation.

Deep Proposes to Angie

Check this out this guy Deep must really have a nice girl friend or just he knew how to propose:

I remember how many times, I fought with you and said the day I will get my girl, I am gonna leave you immediately and now after meeting my girl at least thrice, my reaction every time was only that I had to end with them asap. I never told us that I love you rather I never even thought about it and I still do not want to think about it but I just want to thank you from every corner of my heart for being with me and guiding me all the times. I don’t know if goddess exists or not but I know if she does she can’t be better than you. I just wonder when, how or will ever I tell you this?

humans and deficit : Bea and Deep

and then there were days when Deep became so frustrated of Bea that he even posted.

Lesson learnt well:

If you bank on humans, only thing you are going to gain is deficit.

13 July 2013

Ni Hao/Vue: Bea and Deep’s First Conversation

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I have landed home just yesterday and had been thinking of her only but could not get time to call her till my birthday which you guessed it right was today. Logged on to facebook and asked her for number. Called her for the first time and heard her HELLO (Ni Hao/ Vue in Chinese).

A bit mature voice however full of enthusiasm not rhythmic with the tone of  voice and the first conversation we had was about friends. Gosh, when will these Indians grow up and stop showing their thousands of friends and how the friends are so important for their lives and then how some friends are family for her which I might agree with and then how she didn’t not like flights and how she felt when on altitudes. Anyways things have started hitting off including that we might have possibilities for conversations and the possibility for me to understand her.

I never thought why’d I like her, was it because she looked a bitch from my past but why’d my heart jumped for her and it’s a story of our on and off times with each other which lasted years.

Okay, coming to her, she was quite beautiful and fashionable too, an interesting persona, a metro girl . I saw her first through a social media tool and asked for communication which I didn’t get even after four days of waiting and then had to force her for communication through a back channel and then there was no turning back at least till few phone calls.

Bea, yeah that was her name.

मैं अपनी हार पर भी मुस्कुराता था और अपनी जीत पर भी

मैं दो कदम चलता और एक पल को रुकता मगर….. इस एक पल जिन्दगी मुझसे चार कदम आगे बढ जाती । मैं फिर दो कदम चलता और एक पल को रुकता और…. जिन्दगी फिर मुझसे चार कदम आगे बढ जाती । युँ ही जिन्दगी को जीतता देख मैं मुस्कुराता और…. जिन्दगी मेरी मुस्कुराहट पर हैंरान होती । ये सिलसिला यहीं चलता रहता….. फिर एक दिन मुझे हंसता देख एक सितारे ने पुछा………. ” तुम हार कर भी मुस्कुराते हो ! क्या तुम्हें दुख नहीं होता हार का ? ” तब मैंनें कहा……………. मुझे पता हैं एक ऐसी सरहद आयेगी जहाँ से आगे जिन्दगी चार कदम तो क्या एक कदम भी आगे ना बढ पायेगी, तब जिन्दगी मेरा इन्तज़ार करेगी और मैं…… तब भी युँ ही चलता रुकता अपनी रफ्तार से अपनी धुन मैं वहाँ पहुँगा……. एक पल रुक कर, जिन्दगी को देख कर मुस्कुराउगा………. बीते सफर को एक नज़र देख अपने कदम फिर बढाँउगा। ठीक उसी पल मैं जिन्दगी से जीत जाउगा……… मैं अपनी हार पर भी मुस्कुराता था और अपनी जीत पर भी…… मगर जिन्दगी अपनी जीत पर भी ना मुस्कुरा पाई थी और अपनी हार पर भी ना रो पायेगी”

SHE?

cropped-crater_lake_oregon.jpgMost probably it was sector 2 and 9 crossing but what were those duplexes doing there. Do they make duplexes in my home town? No, I don’t think so. We were on bicycles and I was not riding Mach 1 (or any other racing bicycle which are my only choice when it comes to bicycles) rather I was on a mountain bike (ranger). They were I think 5-6 guys, looking a bit strange, and she was alone with them. I joined their group only because of her and had no objection from any of her friends. I don’t remember which bicycle she was on. We went straight for around half a kilometer and reached sector 9 & H-block T-junction. Construction was going on in the building on the H-block corner of the junction. She smiled to me and pointed her eyes to the balcony of that building and most probably said to her friends, “Guys, I wanna stay here, Ciao”. We parked our bikes, took the long stairs, reached the balcony. Bricks were red, as the one they used in India. One of her friends followed us up there and spread a lot of things on the floor and started I don’t know what kind of brainstorming with them. This guy surely was African or a native Indian with curly short hair. She moved her eyes as instructing me to move the other end of the balcony far from her friend. I just followed her. I most probably lied on the roof immediately with a side on and she was sitting. She was speaking so much and I was just listening. It was so calm, so peaceful like I never felt before with a girl. Usually when I am with a girl, I have many things running on my mind and I hardly pay complete attention to them but I was so silent, I do not know what magic was happening to me. Suddenly there were some African laborers arguing on the street under us. I looked at her like asking is it the time we should leave. She moved her said in a no. I sat to read her face better and for the first time noticed her completely. She was not white, blunt cut straight hair, I guess, totally slim, small boobs, rather plain body with may be a bit bigger pelvis, wearing a full sleeves bi-sex T-shirt and trousers. I don’t know what happened to me, but I started kissing her on lips, she pushed me back smiling like saying I am too fast, which I usually am and I started saying emotional things to her and I was thinking am I bluffing again or what are real feelings inside me. All of a sudden everything moved and she was sitting on a bed in a room with a mirror in front of bed and for sure it wasn’t India. Suddenly her sister came asking her has she no plans to attend her own marriage and I saw her from her sister’s eyes. She was wearing again a full sleeve white T and blue trousers with a blue jacket on. Her skeleton and pelvis are bigger and face has maturity and most probably she has grown taller than me indicating that I am seeing her after many years however her boobs were still the same, I guess. She threw a glimpse to her face and clothes and moved out to the hall from the back door. These clothes were sure not suitable for marriage. Out in the hall, a father (or priest) type figure was standing, some agarbatties spreading fragrance, one holy book on the table ( later I found out it to be Geeta), some people (none of them Indian). I was wearing a brown three piece (again brown is a color which I can never even think about wearing). The priest asked her that does she take me as her Hindu lawfully wedded husband and I was again smiling because I never told her that I have stopped being a Hindu long ago and she adopted Hinduism, thinking I was a Hindu. Well, this all was a dream, I had on the night of 18th-19th July 2013 but guess its gonna be the first story I will ever write only if I can develop it in a totally differenet way keeping the peace I had in those moments. I thought a lot on the place and who she was but I am just clueless except that she was most probably a native American.