Pillow Talks

Whats with the verbosity in the sack?

Half the men I do here wants me to talk while I am in the act. And no, it's not about intimacy, but more of porn talk...'yeah...you like that hole'...'use me' and so on...and they expect me to respond to that.

Well, B would call me an incompetent stuck-up tight-ass snob, but I really can't do the whole dirty talk. I am half the time clueless as to what's appropriate in the situation, and the other half, I am trying not to burst out laughing.

A few samples...

"yeah...fuck me...fuck me hard"
"use that hole"
"use me"
"my ass warm?"
"I want you to breed me"

Even when I am writing this, I feel very very weird. It almost feels like the men are trying to live a porn movie or something of that sort. Of course, with an Indian, its gotta be exotic porn...but still...it is kind of weird.

Don't get me wrong here, I have nothing against men who are vocal in bed...its fine by me....but there seems to be a predominence of them in here, and they want me to talk to them. Nothing wrong there...the only issue is that my experience in pillow talk to random men so far goes only to the extent of incoherent grunts and laughter....I like it when I make my men squeal in pleasure...but talk...hmmph...thats not something I have done before, or see myself doing in the near future....

And yet, here I am, trying to figure out some lines I can use in the sack so I don't need to think them while in the act.

Again...what's with all that talk?

The Curry in the Closet

Now that's one aspect of the blog that, I am guilty of neglecting. When we created the blog our intention was also to cook and share. So it's time we set this right and also start blogging about our food.

A and I share a different, yet similar culinary heritage. We are fortunate enough to have grown up, in a part of the country where the food and produce is distinctly different. So it was no surprise, that A and I bonded instantly, over fermented fish et al. when we were both looking for flatmates.

I think food is all about creating memories, new, old, good times with family and friends, a bad dinner..it all stays with you. So when you cook you try in some ways to recreate and relive these moments, well at least the good ones.

As with many a people, away from their homes and lands, food was all about reliving memories of home, and along the way I am sure we created a few that will remind us of our home, The Curry Closet.

PS: The mast head was taken in the flat next door, I had borrowed the empty flat kitchen for a big dinner thrown for some friends. I was getting my mis en place ready and had mounds of chopped tomatoes, onion, garlic and herbs..and A was all over the colorful spread. We got one lovely picture, with a Green chilly on a pile of chopped tomatoes...and that my friends is what you see on the mast, of The Curry Closet.

November Rains

It's drizzling in Chennai! I have been walking in the rains for the last 2 hours on the beach..It's pure bliss. I don't remember when I got drenched in the rains last..years, I used to get wet in College ages ago.


I had plans to meet a friend for a drink but it got canceled, so I had the evening to myself. Perfect!


I t had been some time since I had last spent time at the beach. So It had to be Elliot's. When I left home in the evening it was breezy and the cloudy..I decided perfect time to do the beach. And as if on cue, it started drizzling as soon as I crossed Murgan Idly Shop near Elliot's beach. It was perfect.


This is how i remember November evenings back home, damp, slightly nippy the lights gleaming in the evening fog. Somehow the whole of last week I have been missing the winters. My favorite thing to do in winter when I am home is to walk in the evenings along tree lined streets around the Governors House, the fog just settling in and the street lights on ...It's deserted and you are sometimes the only one walking.

This is where I smoked my first cigarette, my escape when my folks used to nag me to get serious with my school work. I have come a long way, and ages since I have seen winters back home..but I can still remember it, every little nip of the cold.