Chingaari!!!

Do you know why people prefer porn that has stories in it? We don’t just want to watch two people having sex. We want to know the build-up. A slight hint of courtship can make it more relatable. And then of course the foreplay. Which by the way is more arousing than the actual sex (I mean watching). In other words we all enjoy watching other people having sex. We would love to peep through windows. No wonder MMS clips are such a huge hit. We all are voyeurs.

When I was 9 years old I witnessed such a moment without even peeping through a window. It has been enshrined in me in such a way that today after 17 years I sit to write about it.

My apartment in Jamshedpur was located at quite a height. Anyone standing on the terrace would get quite a good view of the city. However, other people can hardly see what’s happening on the terrace making it a safe house. Precisely why my friends and I often performed Planchet there. Also, every social gathering pertaining to the residents of the apartment always happened there.

The biggest event on the terrace happened to be the New Year’s party. So 17 years back on the 30th of December we were sitting in Mr. Ghosh’s house finalising the plans for 31st night. My friends and I were trying to be useful. Those days we were treated as servants by the middle-aged women.

They used to command us like:

Beta zara kursi le aana                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Beta dekhna zara nal chal raha hai ki nahin                                                                                                                                                                  

Beta dekhna darwaaze par kaun hai

And we proudly performed the tasks. Some future ass-lickers even tried to make sure they performed all the tasks before others, just to impress the aunties.

So we were all sitting there waiting for instructions, when suddenly Mukherjee aunty said “Chalo abb chat ka muaayna karte hain, wahin chal ke decide karte hai ki dance floor kahan banega aur Housie kahan khelenge”

So the future of then’s tomorrow hurried up the stairs to the terrace. While the aunties followed us. Rahul and I were the first ones to reach the terrace. We ran towards the corner guarded by the water tank. And then ……..I saw it.

The most gorgeous body was lying naked on the cemented porch. Along with the most hideously hairy ass.

Numerous logical questions occurred in my mind

What are they doing?                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Why are they naked?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Why are certain parts of the body the way they are?                                                                                                                                                          

Most importantly, HOW DARE THEY USE OUR TERRACE?

I was too young to know the process of sex, even the significance, probably even the meaning of the word. Bollywood closed the doors, or switched off the lights or showed waves dashing against the shores, even a cork popping out of a champagne bottle. I hardly understood the metaphors.

But what I was seeing was heavenly. The most beautiful woman in the world was lying in front of me. Naked. Blood-flow found a new passage. A road it had never travelled on before. I felt weird. I felt the urge of doing something, but just didn’t know what. All I knew was that life had unravelled its deepest secret.

Amidst that moment of revelation the super-idiotic friend of mine shouted out “Mummy dekho yahan kya chal raha hai”. They hurriedly wore their clothes. Surprisingly the hideously hairy ass guy decided to wear his shirt first.

Just then the gang of aunties arrived. What followed was a deafening series of howling, shouting, swearing et.al. One aunty came and chased us out of the terrace. In fact she locked us in her house so that we can’t watch the show any longer.

We ran to our balcony to get one last view of the girl. She was beautiful. She had the most amazing body any woman can have. Her eyes were……….I don’t exactly remember her eyes. She wore a red t-shirt. I was praying to God for one last eye contact. And then for a fraction of a second she looked at me. One last look. Probably she was abusing me, probably she found me cute. I will never know. She left with the guy.

I tried looking for her, but I was too young to look harder.She will never escape my mind. She is the reason I like women wearing red. She taught me so much about life. She ignited a flame in me. A flame no one can extinguish. She turned me into a voyeur at the age of 9. And each time I watch porn I know that deep inside me, the 9 year old still lives.

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32 thoughts on “Chingaari!!!

  1. dnt knw whts d correct wrd….cute or naughty…….lol…….bt reely enjoyd readin it……. cud actually relate it to myslf ……no i wasnt d hairy ass guy…….bt d 9 yr oldie ……..lol…. gud work!

  2. ….and from this day on, blood-flow patterns took to a new brain. Most probably why the popular saying of guys thinking with dicks.
    creepy, funny….sure most guys have had some similar moments

  3. I always wanted to know why you are the way you are.. today i can read in your beautifully written words the reason for this “chingari”, thanks to the girl in the red top and your amazing sense of expression.

  4. Donno what to say! But one thing I’ll say, if young teens or kids are reading this, they will for sure start going more often to their terraces in the hope of a chingari to be light up in their life as well 😛

  5. Hmmmmm,, I give u a ERECTION APPLAUSE for this story.:P ha ha. moch moche. the best part is u did nt describe the lady in red so much. so the reader will replace his fantasy wala girl wd it. in short very short. gud. 🙂

  6. Joy, I really enjoyed reading it!! A very nice hint to all girls in the CITY. They should start wearing Red 🙂

  7. Joy, I really enjoyed reading it !! A very nice hint to all girls in the CITY. They should start wearing Red 🙂

  8. Well……agree with the fact that ‘enlightenment’ is a sophisticated process especially when one is confronted with illegible but live documentaries and the flawless structure of this piece converts it into the same. It is simple, hilarious, complicated and realistic and I LOVED it…………:):):):):)

  9. When I read this story it took me back to similar stories my cousins who used to live in Telco used to tell me. Yeh Jampot kaafi forward tha haan inn sab cheezon mein. Bombay mein maine aisa kabhi nahin dekha!!

  10. Hahahhahaha……………….. I could expect something like this ONLY from you, Joy(literal meaning). You should now contact some Bollywood producer (of course in partner ship with me 😛 ) to write scripts. Cheers!!!!!

  11. Joy … i like it … I mean , it was an interesting read 😉 you wrote about your experience in such a way that got too engrossed to know what followed later 🙂 Good show !

  12. Another Awesome piece joy…. the way u narrated, felt as if i was the witness myself, as if the girl in red went past me a moment ago… kudos 😉 to u, ur writing, your narration and to the incident… 🙂

  13. LIKE LIKE. Superlike. I am sure you’ll get your girl in red soon, who’ll ignite the same flame. But above all, well written friend.

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