please..dont gimme RED.... light...A.R.E.A.

I always have this little CALVIN’S heart to do the weird things in life. Some of them I can’t even share!!! And because of all this, even today my Maa beats me, with a favourite dialogue ready to be poured on my head. “Sheru has more brains than you… Why on earth you trouble me even at this age??” That’s how my mom turns into Nirupama Roy; and Sheru is our pet dog!! I love my Dad, he will always be there to rescue me.

What I will be sharing here is one of my stupid adventures which took me to a place called “Bhudhawar Peth”, the red-light area of Pune.

Breaking news!!! A 10 year old girl raped by a maniac. “What the hell is wrong with these guys?” such a bad news on a Saturday morning with a heavy head could not get worse for me.
“Aren’t there any brothels where these guys can die with their lust, instead of raping poor souls??” my mood was getting bitter and bitter when Monty came with a cup of coffee.
“Hangover boss!!! Drink this you’ll feel better” he said
“Aren’t you guys serious about this? I mean, how can you’ll be so ill hearted?” I protested. Now in my friends gang, there is only one guy who can counter me in any discussion. That’s my best buddy Sid, rest all prefer to stay away!
“Baba!! are you ever serious about your life, that you have started getting a heart of other people? Have you ever tried to make up at least 1% of what your dad expects from you?” Sid, with a ciggy in his hand puffed questions at me.
“Makes no sense brother!! This has nothing to do with my life..” anger was building in me now
“It does have!! After the hangover, you’ll forget who raped whom. Forget that, have you ever tried to see, how miserable life is, of the people in red-light areas?” Sid was up to something, I could sense!!
“Why should I care?” I was getting confused now
“That’s the problem, you never care!!” he somehow made me to change the topic!!

2 dispirins, 2 cups of coffee and a hot shower, I was fresh as ever. We decided to hang out at our favorite place when all of a sudden I got this desire to see how actually a red-light area looks like. I have seen in films, but spending more than 3 years in Pune, and no trip to the most famous Bhudawar Peth, was a big NO NO for me. I wanted to see, how people live there, what they eat, everything!!

I stopped my bike on the middle of the road, pacchu missed by a whisker banging me, sid showed his finger, monty had closed his eyes!!

“I know, you’ll kill us one day..but what is so special today??” pacchu shouted on top of his voice.
“I want to see Bhudawar Peth” I said

All eyes…angry eyes turned on Sid. He had nothing to say, in fact all were in the direction to Bhudawar Peth. On the way, everybody tried to change my mind, started telling me stories about AIDS, the gundas of that area, how they threaten and mug people. But nothing could change my decision. Soon we were there!! The great Budhawar Peth!! Guess what I have passed by that area innumerable times, but never had an idea, about the actual happens around.

The place is a complete mess!! Lots and lots of people. Most of them come for window shopping (even we were doing the same). My legs were getting numb on every step I was taking. What I witnessed was more shocking than the news that morning. Girls, innocent girls who I guess have not even attained their maturity were kind of drugged to be women!! I was sweating badly, they were so many of them!! Some tried to pull me, some touching my cheeks, falling and I was all hell bent scared. Couple of times I warned them not to touch me and they started laughing as if I had cracked a joke.

We moved forward, and there was a 3 storey building full of people. Somehow I dared to move in, and the first smell I got, made me puke my guts out. I don’t know how to describe how people were living there. Rooms were just 10*10 sqft!! And we crib about pantries not having green tea!! Monty has a fair amount of idea about such areas, he managed to introduced me to one of the sex workers there. I went in, and my first words to her was – “I need to talk!! Just talk..nothing else”. She smiled!! She was so beautiful, I could not imagine what made her to get into this hell!! I wanted to know her work timings, but could not dare to ask that question. All I know is they earn much more than us, but sadly they hardly get to see life what we see. She wanted to become a doctor, but her fate had different plans for her. She likes mobiles and have 3 of them!! All expensive ones!! We talked for about half an hour, but then I had to move, because all in one day was hard for me to handle. She thanked me for the 30 mins I gave her. But still I had to pay her!!

When I came out, my eyes were all wet!! People around and my friends gave a strange look.
“First time?” a guy asked. I nodded my head and moved on!! This was the first time I saw a life which is so different than mine. I get suffocated if I don’t get fresh air even for a minute. Her room had no windows!!
I had to pay her 1000 bucks :), that’s the rate for her time!! and believe me it’s worth it!! Because it’s because of these people at least some of the maniacs don’t fall into dreadful crime. I don’t advocate any of the policy of how this business runs. Neither the way innocent girls are brain washed and forced to enter into this hell.

I stood there for an hour, and could do nothing to help these people. We came back to our room, talked about stuff which has no meaning to life, drank beers, puffed ciggys and slept!! Sid was right, next day I was normal. Didn’t care of whose life is going what way. All I cared was for my happiness and my comfort!! I really would not want to go there again!!

© Vinay Vernekar

PS: Blogspace is where I give words to my imagination. SO everything mentioned here is just a piece of fiction, even if your mind/heart/whatever says it’s true, I say it’s fiction. And if anyone feels hurt after reading any of my posts, then I don’t take any responsibility, you are the reason of your own vulnerability!! Names, places, abbreviations mentioned here purely co-incidental and not meant to anyone; living or dead!!

I need you

I need you to know
How restless I get,
When you turn your face away
How lonely I feel ,
When you are near, yet so far

I need you to feel
How my heart beats,
When I think about you
How my eyes get wet,
When I don’t see you in them

I need you to admire
How much I try,
To make our dreams come true,
How much I fight,
When you feel world is against you

I need you to believe
That what we share is our soul
That what we feel is the thing called love
That what we dream is world so beautiful
That what makes me strong is your hand in mine

I need you to understand
That I need you, only you!!

© Vinay Vernekar

P.E.A.C.E.

Your word is my command
I act only when you demand
Your smile, your happiness is my life
Have I cooked well, O my dear wife?

As your guard, I proudly walk besides you
To save you from sun and rain, I am there for you
Sometimes driver, sometimes laundry
Just for your love I see no boundary

I dance, I entertain when you frown
When you are upset I do become a clown
You say things, you speak and I listen
I listen, I listen and I listen!

I comfort you when you are low
Sometimes, on my nose I do get a blow
Enough for today honey, tomorrow is not far
If you test my patience more, my riffle is not too far!!!

© Vinay Vernekar

PS: NOM to anybody dead or alive.
PSS: Saw couple arguing on bus today. Poor guy, he didn’t get any chance to speak. Darn,that spoiled my sleep!!

If you can FEEL MY LOVE

This is what happens, when
I close my eyes and think about you!
My mind gets high
And my senses fly

Suddenly world becomes beautiful.
The streets light bright,
When you are at my sight
My heart beat fast and all seems right!

You are my world, my life, my fantasy
You are the one whom I call my destiny
Wish I could open my heart and make you see
That sound from within is just for thee

I hope these waves from my heart,
Reach your soul to be one.
And when you feel it; touch my heart
Cos loving you is my dream, my reality from the start!

© Vinay Vernekar

Hold On...

Hold me tight
Because I am on a fight,
With the world
Who thinks my love is cold

Feelings are new
And you feel life will skew,
Tear us apart
Like we never have had a heart

Determined I am
And I want you to be strong,
To face our fate
Together, as one all day all long

Time will come
When the angels will come down,
To tie us tight
And never part even if the whole world fight


© Vinay Vernekar

Orkut...Friend...Good Friend...Like...Love...Twist...No Idea!!!

Prologue: Had a very boring weekend, friends suggested that I should watch hindi romantic movies for a change and guess what I felt so good after watching them!!! I watched DDLJ, KKHH and RHTDM and read an article on how nowadays technology is helping hearts to meetJ!!!



My initial feelings about LOVE: I hate sad endings and I hate love stories. I am not trying to be a typical egoistic guy here, all I want to say is I have a small heart which is damn very scared by the feeling of getting hurt, scared of losing someone when the ONE has made a place in your heart, scared of the fact that if things don’t work out, I have to live without the ONE who is/was my life. I am just scared to fake that I am strong when actually this LOVE sucks!!



Orkut the Match Maker

I would not like to give any credit to Orkut for changing my status from singe to committed, but that’s what she thinks; and I quietly nod. Well my dad always say – “Never argue with a woman, there is no way you can win!!!” and I rightly accept.



Priti, a distant relative of mine, vaguely knew her, had heard about her, but never came across in a way I could deeply look into her eyes to see how much true guys were, about her. All I shared with her in these years was just a smile!! But when the Love God whips your butt, you don’t hear any sound; you just feel the sensation of losing out your brain. I felt the same sensation and I was on the verge of losing my brains when she sent me a friend request in Orkut. This is how we became FRIENDS, and the reason for her to thank Orkut.



I talk well, probably that’s the only talent I have and my friends think I am a big flirt. I actually don’t flirt, I just try to put my negativity/bad character etc etc in such a way that, most of the time people feel I am good guy. From being Friends to Good Friends was a journey where I tried to put a real me in front of her. I never tried to use my talent to try and speak good things and make her feel special. In fact most of the time we argued!! And we were growing in a special comfort zone surrounded by the sweet arguments we used to have. We were falling into that phase where we start getting addicted to each other. We became GOOD FRIENDS.



By now we knew that this feelings which was growing in us, would surely take control of our brains. Every morning my eyes used to start searching for her messages on my cell. Little heart in me used to get upset if I didn’t find any, and with a sudden beep when her name appeared on my cell, my heart would dance in joy. Even she was going through the same experience. We were smitten….smitten badly by the Love bug!! Our talks got more warm and matured. Till now I have not proposed her, but somehow a very important part of us got exchanged…THE HEART.



The Twist

After dating for such a long time (I guess it’s just a month, but feels like we have been seeing each other since ages), we knew that at some point of time we have to talk about us to our parents. And since our parents knew each other well, and even few of the things which I don’t like to talk about fall in place (read as caste), Priti decided to take this a step ahead!! 10 years back my dad had asked me to join business, but I was more adamant to stand on my own legs and be someone on my own. Today I feel I jumped on an upright axe by not getting into business!!! Her parents want a businessman with loads of bank balance (emm.. can I link my dad’s account here??) and a stupid lifestyle (I don’t like guys of my caste, they have no social consciousness, zero IQ, and a total waste life).



What next??

So now here I am, being kind of rejected only because I am not a businessman. Every moment seems to be going too fast and out of my hands. I never wanted to fall in love, never wanted to get into such an embarrassment. Friends are the worst enemies at this point of time. They suggest 101 ways to get what you want, but none seems to be a life saving one. For any such action, you’ll get a hit, hit badly from either side (her parents as well as mine).



I thought of joining dad, but for a girl, should I be deaf on ears when my soul speaks? I did not compromise on what I wanted to achieve and the way I wanted it to be, so should I now? Why can’t they understand that being just being a businessman won’t give happiness in life? It is much more important to see your child being happy with one she/he loves. This story, rather I say a stupid story, I shared with my dad, he as usual offered a help, a hefty help. He would set up a factory for me and make people feel that, I did it on my own. I wasn’t happy, not at all… “This is falling in love”, a voice within me tried to get control of my brain. I shrugged and said to myself – “Basically LOVE sucks”



PS: My friend is going through a rough phase of his life. He got ditched!! This one is dedicated to him.

PSS: The topic describes his story, but what I ended up is writing mine!! Only difference is mine is still in progress J…

PSSS: If I just join my dad’s business, we get a green signal. Is this the right way of life?