I *heart* Bombay (and well..Boston)

I'm urban..in the way other people are mountain-people or tunafish junkies. I love city life...something about dreary concrete blocks and grumpy people totally gets my juices flowing. Ergo, this will be a blog about me, my two favourite cities (Bombay and Boston), my addiction to Vietnamese coffee and my views on Gregorian chant and it's efficacy in curing some types of tympannic membrane rupture. Enjoy!

Friday, September 30, 2005

Confessions of a kissing slut.

So I stole the name from one of the many Orkut communities I belong to...And weirdly, one of the only communities I actually deserve to be in...(Besides the Bandra and Bombay communities...Oh and the Sushi Lovers and Tea Snobs communities..and how could I forget the Terminally Single community?) Cause you see, I am a kissing slut.

I love to kiss. It's intimate, sloppy, loving, gross, exciting, exhausting, desperate, calm, intriguing, exhilarating, wet, slow, quiet, quick, noisy.....eveything rolled into one. When it's done right. I've kissed good kissers and bad, new kissers and experienced ones, girls and boys. What can I say? I love to kiss.

Frequent readers will know my best kiss ever (I remember it down to the question I asked him before he grabbed me and kissed me) was on the bridge accross the Charles in Boston with Jay. I asked him if he'd seen a prettier full moon sight (the buildings of Harvard lit in the moonlight), to which he replied (grab) "smooch". It was a perfect example of the first date kiss. Not too much tongue initially. Perfect interlocking of lips. Noses well out of the way. Accurately judged tilt to head so as to achieve maximum contact. Just bloody perfect. And not to forget a strong arm holding you as he tilts you down till it's all thats holding you up apart from your buckling knees. Sigh.

M. and me had the perfect car kiss the night I was to leave Boston and America forever. The song on the CD was perfect (he made me a mix). It was "Everytime you go away..you take a little piece of me with you". The lean-in to open my door (he would not see me agian for 7 months) and the accidental brushing of his lips against mine...the little bites of my lower lip becoming an urgent probing (tongue fucking sounds too crude) of my mouth. Hands touching, reaching out, grabbing. A hand reaches into my hair and yanks my head back so that the kissing can get a little more rough. I cry out...in Pain? in Pleasure? I don't know. All I know is that I don't want this to end. It ended. It always does.

My first kiss was with Maneeza Hossain - The Bangladeshi girl next door when I was at UVA. Sitting on the porch, making stilted conversation with a girl I had only just met that evening. She asked me to light her ciggie and as I leaned in to light it, she grabbed me and kissed me. It was quick, brutal and ... hot. Here I was believing that men take the lead and here was this girl sticking her tongue down my mouth. Very confusing. Very awkward. I thought the gentlemanly thing to do was ask her if she wanted to date now that we had kissed. No, she said, I was just horny. I know how she feels now.

A mior quibble though. I understand the kisses on both cheeks that the French and the Arabs favour. I however can't seem to understand the kiss on the mouth favoured by gay men to greet one another. I mean, Helloji/Welcomeji but I just don't want our lips touching Uncleji! This is why I tend to jerk my head back when I meet a gay aquaintance...I'm just afraid of the ambush kiss. An ambush-kiss with tongue? Even grosser! I once had a succession of (what I'd charitably call) "Vikster's worse nightmares" kiss me on the lips at a party. I had to rinse my mouth out with a couple of vodka tonics...(Sweetie..I am gay!). Shudder.

And my favourite. The unexpected kiss. I had one recently. Talking to someone I was on a date with and walking side by side downtown. This is the Gateway of India, I said. It's fantastic and ..so are you, he replied....held me by the waist, and kissed me. A quick peck on the lips. No tongue. No teeth. No nothing. Just a light brushing of lips and a caress of my face.

We walked away together. Why was I smiling?


Current Music:
Superstar - Jamelia.

I don't know what it is..that makes me feel like this...(This song is frikkin' addictive!)

12 Comments:

  • At 6:40 AM, Blogger karuna said…

    never been kissed meets kissing slut... well heylu...
    first time i've read a thesis on kissing... intriguing...

     
  • At 7:34 AM, Blogger anydamnguy said…

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  • At 7:36 AM, Blogger anydamnguy said…

    My kisses tell how I am feeling.I had the best kiss to date last week when I came back from a 3some to someone I love. And he could tell instantly that I am loving doing him.
    The next day he could tell that I wasnt quite liking the moment. And all that analysis from a kiss !

     
  • At 8:12 AM, Blogger Archster said…

    How is it that so many bloggers are posting on kissing? (just 2 actually)

    You certainly are one to share Vikster boy!

     
  • At 11:14 AM, Blogger Satya said…

    wat men u are kissing at harvard .. gateway of india .. such good places... wats next ? flora fountain :P

    cheerzz ;)

     
  • At 2:53 AM, Anonymous kestrel said…

    kissing and slut doesnt go together...somehow... Its either.

     
  • At 10:38 AM, Blogger anydamnguy said…

    I think Kestrel has a point

     
  • At 5:11 AM, Blogger Geetanjali said…

    Very much a la Talking Closets, if you know what I mean ;-)

     
  • At 11:19 PM, Blogger Toni said…

    "one of the only communities I actually deserve to be in"

    Oh stop it. You're the cover for the "Hot Desi Boys" community. I do like the way you've stolen a comm name though.

    Best kiss I've had ... last boy I kissed. Perfection cannot be duplicated *sighs*

     
  • At 12:27 AM, Blogger Vikster said…

    Kestrel and Anydamnguy: You misunderstand the meaning of the word "slut". Par example: I use "slut" like I'm a shopping slut...or I'm a slut for a good Chicken Makhani.

    Geetanjli: I dunno what you mean. *quizzical*

    Toni: I know I'm the cover to Hot Desi Boys *all thanks to you*. So there!

     
  • At 6:56 AM, Anonymous Nik said…

    god, i couldn't be greener!!

     
  • At 7:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well Maneeza is Bangladesh's new Taslima Nasreen, helping Awami Leagues propaganda campaign against Bangladesh. Just like Taslima she we will broadcasting who she f... .

    Just as an FYI. Maneeza Hossain is the daughter of Anwar Hossain Manju who was a minister during the Bangladesh Awami League government. Mr. Manju has been charged with corruption and his wife has been associated with multiple murders including that of her own son in law Nadeem Hossain.

    Mr. Manju in his bio while a minister in Bangladesh claimed that he has a masters in international relations from Georgetown university. However later some investigation revealed that no such degree was offered to him.

    AL has launced a worldwide propaganda campaign against Bangladesh's ruling part BNP ever since the last parlimentary elections.

    After failing to secure a job as a lawyer Maneeza started this pro bona propaganda campaign.

    Please read the following article pertaining to the truth about think tanks which basically are lobbying organizations.

    http://www.fair.org/extra/9607/heritage.html

    If you really believe Maneeza's stories contribute $20 to Defend Democracy.

    http://www.defenddemocracy.org/donate/

     

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