HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHEPHERDESS

Bonne Anniversaire, chere Bergere...:-)....Thank all the heavens that you were born...for who else could bring so much goodness to our lives...with that spell of hell which livens up even paradise...

may you get a good shepherd this year...or if not, many pretty boys to ram....:-p...[i cannot believe u hav quite lost ur taste in corrupting virgins..]...

~the wolfie...:-p

ps:Image:William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) - The Shepherdess (1889).

The Dream

The wolf’s monkey business (when did the wolf morph into a monkey??) instantly reminded me of dream, a horrendous dream dreamt in the night of Jan 4 (the night of the beauty and the beast’s discussion on turning black and blue;-)). It was a savage dream, an animalistic dream, a sensual dream, a wild and w….okay not a wet one (thank god/ grace au dieu / debotar grash)…

So what was the dream about? Well, monkey business post reminding me of the dream and I am writing this post-monkey episode post….above all, whoz writing this post? The Shepherdess. So no booty for guessing it…I dreamt of a monkey! A Hanuman rather. A BIG Indian monkey!

The bestial dream is just a part of a long and weird dream (most of the time the shepherdess dreams of weirdoes instead of innocent ones like her sheep, her lambs- the symbols of naivety!) …back to the monkey dream. I dreamed of a gamut of handsome men, climbing on a big tree and working (god knows what their assignment comprised of on that tree….I am sure the beau-s weren’t Kalidasa, the great Sanskrit literary figure in ancient India who is best remembered for his masterpiece ‘ Abhijnanasakuntalam’ and his falling off a tree while cutting a branch sitting on the branch! (I still wonder how come an innocent, ignorant, idiot (sorry for the last word! It just flowed out of my heart adorned with the allurement for the adorable alliteration!) can transform into a gifted poet and dramatist! Wish I could attain that metamorphosis! Alas!

Anyways, back to monkey business. The extremely good looking men at work on the tree! And this vivacious voyeur watching them from the window of her house!! The tree was vis-à-vis the window! Should I thank the architecture of our house or the unknown person who planted the tree? All of a sudden I saw the gallant men all petrified! All flabbergasted! Their eyes were fixed to a particular point. The point, being beyond my window, was invisible to me. Soon I heard a voice scream. Don’t know whose voice it was! May be His, in the manifestation of a mortal, coming to rescue this poor, weak, no not old, shepherdess! The voice shouted- the monkey! As if a monkey was as powerful and mighty as a royal Bengal tiger!

The alarm made me try to shut the window in no time. But alas! This poor young heart could not accomplish the task properly. Just in the nick of time, the monkey appeared in front of the window and stopped me from shutting it!...guess what his next action was? I was dazzled by the ebullience of his sensational scintillating smile! He was gleefully flashing his wonderful sets of teeth!

The dream then turned to a different path quite irrelevant to the monkey episode. May be Freud could have solved the mystery of the ‘irrelevant’ part. We don’t have Freud ; but we have the wolf-- the would-be-Freud! Hearing the monkey-dream, our savage pet came to the conclusion that the monkey was actually a different creature- a homo sapient! Yes, yes, I agree the world is a weird place…in the unreal world the monkey wears a human-smile whereas in the real monde, the humans do the monkey face (reference: the wolf’s photo shoot)! Hold on hold on! He didn’t stop analyzing. He professed that the man in the manifestation of the monkey was actually the shepherdess’s dream-lover!!!!!

So friends, what could be analyzed from the wolf’s dream-study? Different persons will give birth to different analysis, but for me, it was sheer enviousness, enmity, hostility, jealousy!! The wolf is just jealous! Surprised?? Lemme explain. Remember, his words- “Looks of both mains sales and dirty mind are passable...[thank god...I hate competition]....????!!!!!....More explanations- his calling me ‘senile’, ‘aging prematurely’ and what not! O Heavens! The wolf is up against man as well as woman!!! He is up against humanity!!!

Now the big question is WHY???? –well, this shepherdess believes the wolf is an apt baptization for the anonymous. He is a wild animal at heart. His photo shoot episode was a sub-conscious reflection on that. And the savage beasts hate humans since the biblical period. So it’s natural that the wolf will only be vociferous against us, the humans!

God! I am reading too much into things. Am I turning into another Freud?! NO, NO, this shepherdess doesn’t desire to change her métier. So lemme terminate the wolf-analysis and say au-revoir. Jai Hanuman!

the travails of a photo-op...:-(

Who doesnt like a nice photo-op?...i mean...lol...lol...where u can flash ur teeth...and appear much handsomer than u normally are...

well...i had a photo op today...a nice session with some friends...all for an excellent academic purpose... my articles are going to be published in a book ...[and i couldnt miss an opportunity of showing off]

talked with the shepherdess late at 3 in the night yesterday whether i should wear a coat or not.....blue coat black shirt blue jeans....as usual she was vague n inconclusive...damn. she is ageing prematurely...:-p...said i would look good in black n blue...{psychoanalyse please....wishing to torture me....she said she likes to see me black n blue...ahem....}.....

anyways...wore the coat....the only merit of being dressed is to hav the pleasure of tearing dem to shreds...wisdom cookie of the day

o god...am i too a senile chinese sage like the shepherdess?.....woe to me...

alas...homo proponit...Deus disponit...:-(...right at the time of photo clicking, my lips went into my mouth...so i looked like a monkey...:-(

but God also has a soft corner for me...:-)...with lips tight n allcoated n sharp...

i look eminently f---able...:-p

THANK GOD....GOD IS MERCIFUL...:-)

the shepherdess is already planning to ram me against a wall and take unfair advantage......HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP....

or as one of my amigos puts it in splendidly expressive language....he has a very rich vocabulary.....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...

~the wolf.

Reaching out where the streets have no name

Which is more important? Society or desire? Social norms or dark, deep desires that run in our veins- our veins transforming into blue-black cold desires….they pain us, they pain us a lot….yes!...but with the pain comes the pleasure…..the haunting pleasure, the indispensable pleasure…the indelible pleasure……pleasure that enamors our reveries….pleasure we crave for…yet… alas! We are mere puppets in the hands painted with dry sepia fluid, in the hands of the society adorned with necrophilia…..society, the cage…the cage that ensnares the desire-birds!....and we are the brokers, the losers in the market of desire-catchers…….

The Shepherdess And The 'Impotent' Man......(EDITED on widow's request)

The following...unedited...well except for some name changes....so de riguer nowadays....is an excerpt from the daily life of the shepherdess....as good a way to start a happy new year as any...

The interlocutors are the pastoress and your truly....the man being spoken of her confusedness has chosen to call mains sales....with obscure and pedantic references to sartre...she can be REALLY obscure sometimes...wonder if thats the reason for her failed affairs...anyways, i digress...

O...and for the uneducated....[count me among them].... mains sales means dirty hands...

Mention will also be made in passim....[latin...oohlala]...or en passant....uff....to a certain Mr. Dirtymind....more of him later.....a well educated guy with a standing infatuation on the shepherdess....her and mine favorite pastimes are to sniggle behind his back....he has a very fertile soul....

Looks of both mains sales and dirty hands are passable...[thank god...i hate competition]....and that was a shakespearian aside...

Without further ado...curtains roll....

wolf: i am very bourgeois
shepherdess: good to b bourgeois today
wolf: (laughs) why?
shepherdess: otherwise u can't say 'tata'
wolf: (laughs)
shepherdess: parents r back?
wolf: ya
wolf: hoes his revolutionaryness ?
shepherdess: why r ya laughin?
shepherdess: hoes?
wolf: dirtymind
shepherdess: ufff
wolf: (laughs) so..
wolf: did u orgsmaically bring in the new year?
shepherdess: so?
shepherdess: nopes
wolf: n plz dont say u can't hav orgasms
wolf: thats too petit-bourgeois
shepherdess: (laughs)

EDITED

wolf: shut up, women can't be impotent.... its the only advantage of being a woman
wolf: major advantage
wolf: why r ya upset?
shepherdess: what?
shepherdess: what a prob....!
wolf: uff, fake one

EDITED

wolf: (laughs uncontrollably) post that on our blog

EDITED

wolf: it'll be a sure hot
wolf: hit (laughs)

wolf: shutup
shepherdess: (laughs)
shepherdess: shut up
EDITED

wolf: Vivekanandan self-control
shepherdess: not mine....mains sales's

EDITED

shepherdess: he does...i don't allow him to...
shepherdess: (laughs)
wolf: so u r Sister Nivedita
wolf: and people say we r in kalyug?.... shame on them
shepherdess: i will kill u
wolf: (laughs)
shepherdess: i am serious, i am in distress
wolf: (laughs) as a friend once said....she wants me to giv her a sweet n long death
wolf: by the way....
shepherdess: what?
wolf: do u like the feel of cold steeel on ur skin?
shepherdess: what? nopes.
wolf: really?
shepherdess: i dont like usually...but in summer times
wolf: ahem...
wolf: how dya know?
shepherdess: r ya crazy?
wolf: (laughs) gal no. 2(one of the million girls in the wolf's life who hav a crush on him) and i were discussing today in class
wolf: there's a method in madness..

shepherdess: like?
wolf: people who prefer mating game often like the hint of danger
a steel on ur skin....amor et mors
shepherdess: morts?('mort' in french means dead)
wolf: death..... see
shepherdess: u wrote 'mors'
shepherdess: yes
wolf: latin
shepherdess: ok
wolf: u should get a new bf

EDITED

hmmmm....the rest of the academic discussion then went to u2's album etc....

the language used is primarily English with occasional digressions in French and Latin....

the above is merely an excellent study of a cosmo-girl's woes....

aka single and the city....helas....:-(

apologies are offered for the horrible punctuation skills...blame the method of copypasting, man's failure to advance better techniques....and the shepherdess's laziness... (by the way, it was the shepherdess who played the editor!)

as u know...the wolf is a saint...
anyone out there?...:-p

alas...the shepherdess has had a sudden attack of modesty...she wanted to become a nun...[maybe coz shes impotent?....hmmm]....i hav cut her down to be content only with editing posts

wonder if she likes them cut or uncut?