It's not hard to reason this one but you migh...
The plot was simple. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of three years, who went and got married to a lawyer. OK, maybe he was a nice guy, but I still hated him! I was outta my mind and I had to do now what I did best in such scenarios--get trashed, wasted, and go on a week-long debauchery.
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect; the next weekend was the first ever festival of its kind in India. And by festival I don’t mean the random congregations of wannabe bands and artists that happen every month these days. It was the Big Chill Festival, brought down straight from the sandy shores of UK.
This edition was on a gorgeous stretch between Ashwem and Morjim in north Goa. Like Hunter Thompson and his lawyer with a briefcase full of contraband in the Gonzo escapades, I had my best friend too. And we were off...
We had a code to follow: Break all rules, steal as much as possible from people trying to fleece you, and make sure we skinny-dipped at sunrise. Easy.
So it was during the second day of the festival, between seeing dancing aliens and talking scooters, I lay by the electronica stage, with a friend I had just made while dancing up front. She handed her 3-year-old daughter to her husband and asked him to take care of her while she danced. I was amazed.
Eileen was frisky. She wanted to waste no time right there in the middle of a thousand revellers. While I, with my middle-class Indian moralities, wanted the confines of my bedroom for any progress on the matter.
No way, uh huh! My defiance lasted about two minutes and then I just shut my eyes, prayed the festival wouldn’t get busted and my naked b***s won't be broadcast on national TV or even worse, in repeat mode on Aaj Tak; and I moved with the rhythm... or like I always do in life, I went with the flow.
She bravely took the initiative, hiked up her lil skirt, straddled me, and got straight to business, rocking from side-to-side, driving like a woman possessed. I looked around frantically at people looking our way. But you know what, they didn’t care!
And for me--I hate public displays of affection to the core--though it felt really, really wrong, it felt just right! I saw stars, I saw illuminations in my head from all the rush of blood. I heard her louder than the music. And she felt so good. We were like little kids having a free run in a toystore.
In a short while, my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted to show off. So show off I did, on my knees, on my back, and then like two yogis feviquicked up, we clung together.
I don’t know how many songs were played while we made merry, but it wasn’t long till she shrieked like a crazy animal, and we collapsed and lay there, till my favourite tune started playing, courtesy one of the DJs. It was almost like a sign. A celebratory dance was due. And dance I did.
She got up and danced with me too, like nothing ever happened. She leaned up to my ear and then asked, "Would you like to join my husband and me tonight?"
I said, "I’d love to."
I’d also like to state, that sex on the beach, is highly overrated!
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