Uncle Sid

I was freaked out! I returned from work only for Uncle Sid. Man he is awesome! The moment I have him, it feels amazing! I reach the moon when he is inside me. Life wouldn’t have been the same without him. Some bastards tell me that I should not be doing it. But who cares! I am not going behind him! The god damn Uncle is sticking on to me.
He came close. My mind ordered to shoo him away. Heart wanted him badly. F*** the mind! Let me have a romp with Sid. The euphoric state was reached as soon as I felt Uncle Sid. As the hungry wolves howled, household items made strange noises; Panic never struck me. The noise of an animal or water dripping from the tap ain’t getting you scared if you are messing around with Uncle Sid.

There was a knock at the door. In one second, I was there standing at the entrance. Or was I? I felt I was there. In another second, I found myself looking at the door.
I rose, and walked. Walking was screwed up. It was as if I was floating in space. Gravity ain’t 9.8 m/s2 if you have Uncle Sid. “Who the hell is it at this time?” I spoke in fatigue.
“Can I come in?”, a woman replied in a strange voice. A voice which seemed too deep for a woman, but too soft for a man. It wasn’t a scary voice, but it wasn’t one of an angel. I could sense an ugly scar face behind the cobweb crammed door.
“Who the hell are you? What do you want? “
“Is Uncle Sid there ? “The voice had desperation. Maybe she wanted him badly. But I ain’t sharing Sid so easily. Its tough bringing him amidst snooping cops. The law can screw me big time if I get caught.
“Get the hell outta here! I don’t have him! “
“Could I come in? It’s freezing outside”, I was skeptical. But this voice had pain; It had anxiety.
I opened the door! A woman was standing sticking her face to it.
For a second, I was taken aback. The wrinkles on her face indicated old age. The paleness of her skin was astounding. Her bottle green eyes were eerie. I turned around! I didn’t want to look at her.
“You can have him, but safe”, she walked slowly; like people would walk in funerals. It was a cemetery walk.
Snap! The power went off! Pitch darkness engulfed me.
Hey! Watch your step! Don’t step on him! He might lose potency! Haha!! I laughed in fear.

People do it. Some whistle in the dark! Some sing! I laughed in the dark. But there was no reply from the woman. There was silence. The silence which drove a chill through my tired spine.
“Hey! Say something! Don’t freak me out! “
“You bastard!” the voice turned harsh. The voice had hate and vengeance.
“Mind your tongue, woman. I will cut you to pieces” I yelled. But the fear was unprecedented. In one motion, a pale figure stood close to my face, staring at me. Her green eyes glowed in the dark; almost fluorescent in color. The stare turned into a smile. A smile so wicked that could make you cry. A smile that could freak the shit out of you. She held my hand with the strength of a wrestler, and in a flash; bit my f***ing tongue which had enjoyed Uncle Sid.

I shrieked! Only to find myself on the bed, cozy underneath the quilt.
F***! Everything seemed so real. A surreal dream that I couldn’t forget. I woke up, dazed and confused. I laughed at the dream and went to pee. I looked at myself in the mirror! Everything seemed fine. I didn’t look like I was attacked by a witch! Hold on! I didn’t look at my tongue.
I opened my mouth and scanned it!
Holy crap! There was a scar on it. Uncle Sid didn’t make me mad. I stood there, still like the door behind me. Will I take him tonight? I shivered with fright and looked at him.
Note:
Uncle Sid is the secret name given to LSD, A drug well known for its psychological effects.

This story was submitted for a short story competition this month.
It was banned for the crude language. :)

Govt Down and Under

In a famous Bollywood flick, Shah Rukh Khan nonchalantly tells Kajol “Badi Badi deshon mein aise choti choti batein hoti rehti hain”. More than a decade later, the Australian Deputy PM Julia Gillard gives a similar answer to the questions on racial attacks that have marred the Indians down under.
“These incidents can happen in Mumbai, New York, or London”, the statements were bizarrely similar to one that resulted in the ousting of the Maharashtra CM after the 26/11 attacks.
Sure, the deputy PM condemned the attacks. But politicians all over the world are adept at condemning violence and bloodshed. Sole Condemnation is not the solution that the deceased’s parents want to hear, or for that matter any human being. The police forces that are typically relentless in tackling crime abroad, have slept like Rip Van winkle and have not risen to the occasion.
3 gruesome attacks strapped in a time span of 10 days have put the nation to embarrassment: and in the process has caught both the governments snoring to sleep (not even napping).
Australia has rubbished allegations of racial motivation behind the attacks, which is hilariously parallel to the way our neighboring country denies citizenship of their kith and kin. Time and again, India has always found itself on the receiving end of the denial, and it is high time the UPA government took stringent steps in holding talks with the Australian government (strong ones).
Over the last 12 months, more than 1500 people of Indian origin have been victimized by any genre of crime. Even if we rule out 50 % as per the Australian theory, it would still mean that 700 people have been a prey to racial hate and disgust. In a lot of ways our nation is far behind ones which are small in size and big in heart. The entire nation of Israel mourned at the death of the rabbi and his wife. Countries like USA, UK are very serious and committed when it comes to the security of their citizens.
Why don’t we take stringent measures?
Why don’t we shed tears for the dead and injured?
Why don’t we value a human life?
Have we become so numb and anaesthetic that we treat death as a mere subtraction of total population?
It is time we empathized and sympathized on people whose life has been made miserable by a set of hooligans on the run.
On the contrary, if the same incidents had taken place in Mumbai, we would have witnessed foreign diplomats sitting on top of Indian politician heads. Just issuing a travel advisory is not the elucidation for the predicament. The Aussie government has to claim responsibility of the racial attacks.
A sardar’s abusive word created such a buzz, why aren’t gory attacks like this creating one?
The UPA might be playing safe keeping an eye on the partnership which is on the cards with Australia, but sooner rather than later, it has to come up with a contingency plan to bail out the Desis down under.

PS:
In April, I will be attending my cousin’s marriage in the city of Chennai. He is marrying an AUSSIE and I am a bit skeptical about attending it. Imagine bodies being flung into the sacred fire in the name of race.