RE: g_b This is what dreams are made of...
Very touching. Thanks for sharing. All the best too! From: "utkarsh" [EMAIL PROTECTED]Reply-To: Following is a story written by me. Do let me know what you thinkabout it.Regards,Utkarsh.I have never been a winner. Always on the outskirts, never there,never on spot. Throughout my school years, I used to be in the topfew; college was not much different. So, when my room mate confessedin me that he is so totally smitten by my friend Aarif, I thought tomyself "there you go again!".Krishna Nathanial Parker, my flat mate for the past one year and sevenmonths is a nice bloke. He is lucky in love in a very unlucky sort ofway. A guy he likes is very likely to be already in love with him. Butsomehow things have never worked out for him. He has had 5 serious andmany non serious affairs. That's a lot considering his age of 23 years.Krish was born to British father Indian mother. I advertised for agay flat mate on the net and of the 3 guys I had short listed Krishwas the most eligible of them. Born and brought up in Liverpool; atalented musician who dreams of making it big in Bollywood; hadalready been in India for 2 years when we met; Kind and humble andvery brainy (sort of); also beautiful. So, he moved in with me. We hadthis understanding from the beginning that we will keep our personallives to ourselves. Sigh! Only I have no personal life to keep fromothers. So, Krish moved in with me and we were doing well. He kept tohis room mostly and I didn't miss him much when he was not around.I CANNOT go on a date with a stranger. It just freaks me out. I triedgoing against my instincts once - made a complete fool of myself andreturned home with a bruised and battered dignity. So advertising fora roommate was like participating in Fear Factor - like being jailedin a 3x3 box with 2 dozen fat rats. Not that disgusting, butdefinitely as fearsome. My friend Aarif egged me to do so.Now Aarif is another story. He's my oldest friend and the only personin my world who knows I am homosexual. I came out to him after thefiasco that my first date was, almost two and a half years ago. Ireturned from the date all sad and depressed and there he was,waiting for me all "EARS" to know about the hot girl I had describedto him. I was so humiliated, I couldn't help but cry. And when hetried making me feel better my crying grew even louder. He kept sayingthings like "there are more girls out there and definitely kinder thanthe one I had just met". I felt the need of telling him the truthabout me. Looking at his concern I felt as if I was cheating him.Sometime during that night when I was not crying anymore I came out tohim. He took it in his stride. Up till that day he had been out of mycircle of eligible boyfriends. After that day I started looking at himfrom a different angle the dream angle where I and he livedhappily ever after. Sigh!I never saw Krish as a competitor. He is the ideal gay guy. Verycomfortable with himself, out to every one he knows. He would nevereven think of getting serious about a homosexual, who is in denial ora bisexual, leave alone a straight guy. So, I had Aarif all to myself.Every day I was falling more and more in love with Aarif. His words ofkindness, his humility, his supportiveness and care, his protectiveattitude towards me and his loyalty to me as a friend everything wastaking me closer and closer to him. My dreams included a penthouseapartment on Worli sea face, with a large terrace where we would haveour coffee in the morning his black and strong and mine with sugar milk. Throughout the course of the day I'd drift into my own worldseveral times. I'd dream about different things like the two of uson a trip to Italy; Venice, Rome, Verona and then moving on toAustria; the two of us talking to our friend Wasiqun, discussing theissues involved in her becoming a surrogate for our baby; the two ofus going to meet his parents and they treating me as their second sonwhich they never had; the two of us lamenting over the fact that wecan not have a joint account; the two of us toiling over a SeniorChocolate Avalanche at Mocha, after we have downed the Dutch truffleshake and the brownie shake. Yum!A couple of months after Krish moved in with me I gave a party whereKrish met Aarif for the first time. They hit it off from the verybeginning. Much to my discomfort, they talked through out the party.After the party the three of us were together many times mostly oninsistence of Krish. They traversed the distance between friendlyacquaintances to good friends pretty quickly. Like within a couple ofweeks. This became a matter of grave concern to me. My only respitewas in the fact that Krish would never fall for a straight guy andAarif is not gay, not even bisexual. Still, whenever I saw Krishgetting comfy with Aarif I felt like going up to him and hitting sohard in his balls that they come sputtering out of his mouth.Then one day all of the sudden Krish confessed in me "I think I havedeveloped
g_b This is what dreams are made of...
Hi guys, Following is a story written by me. Do let me know what you think about it. Regards, Utkarsh. I have never been a winner. Always on the outskirts, never there, never on spot. Throughout my school years, I used to be in the top few; college was not much different. So, when my room mate confessed in me that he is so totally smitten by my friend Aarif, I thought to myself there you go again!. Krishna Nathanial Parker, my flat mate for the past one year and seven months is a nice bloke. He is lucky in love in a very unlucky sort of way. A guy he likes is very likely to be already in love with him. But somehow things have never worked out for him. He has had 5 serious and many non serious affairs. That's a lot considering his age of 23 years. Krish was born to British father Indian mother. I advertised for a gay flat mate on the net and of the 3 guys I had short listed Krish was the most eligible of them. Born and brought up in Liverpool; a talented musician who dreams of making it big in Bollywood; had already been in India for 2 years when we met; Kind and humble and very brainy (sort of); also beautiful. So, he moved in with me. We had this understanding from the beginning that we will keep our personal lives to ourselves. Sigh! Only I have no personal life to keep from others. So, Krish moved in with me and we were doing well. He kept to his room mostly and I didn't miss him much when he was not around. I CANNOT go on a date with a stranger. It just freaks me out. I tried going against my instincts once - made a complete fool of myself and returned home with a bruised and battered dignity. So advertising for a roommate was like participating in Fear Factor - like being jailed in a 3x3 box with 2 dozen fat rats. Not that disgusting, but definitely as fearsome. My friend Aarif egged me to do so. Now Aarif is another story. He's my oldest friend and the only person in my world who knows I am homosexual. I came out to him after the fiasco that my first date was, almost two and a half years ago. I returned from the date all sad and depressed and there he was, waiting for me all EARS to know about the hot girl I had described to him. I was so humiliated, I couldn't help but cry. And when he tried making me feel better my crying grew even louder. He kept saying things like there are more girls out there and definitely kinder than the one I had just met. I felt the need of telling him the truth about me. Looking at his concern I felt as if I was cheating him. Sometime during that night when I was not crying anymore I came out to him. He took it in his stride. Up till that day he had been out of my circle of eligible boyfriends. After that day I started looking at him from a different angle the dream angle where I and he lived happily ever after. Sigh! I never saw Krish as a competitor. He is the ideal gay guy. Very comfortable with himself, out to every one he knows. He would never even think of getting serious about a homosexual, who is in denial or a bisexual, leave alone a straight guy. So, I had Aarif all to myself. Every day I was falling more and more in love with Aarif. His words of kindness, his humility, his supportiveness and care, his protective attitude towards me and his loyalty to me as a friend everything was taking me closer and closer to him. My dreams included a penthouse apartment on Worli sea face, with a large terrace where we would have our coffee in the morning his black and strong and mine with sugar milk. Throughout the course of the day I'd drift into my own world several times. I'd dream about different things like the two of us on a trip to Italy; Venice, Rome, Verona and then moving on to Austria; the two of us talking to our friend Wasiqun, discussing the issues involved in her becoming a surrogate for our baby; the two of us going to meet his parents and they treating me as their second son which they never had; the two of us lamenting over the fact that we can not have a joint account; the two of us toiling over a Senior Chocolate Avalanche at Mocha, after we have downed the Dutch truffle shake and the brownie shake. Yum! A couple of months after Krish moved in with me I gave a party where Krish met Aarif for the first time. They hit it off from the very beginning. Much to my discomfort, they talked through out the party. After the party the three of us were together many times mostly on insistence of Krish. They traversed the distance between friendly acquaintances to good friends pretty quickly. Like within a couple of weeks. This became a matter of grave concern to me. My only respite was in the fact that Krish would never fall for a straight guy and Aarif is not gay, not even bisexual. Still, whenever I saw Krish getting comfy with Aarif I felt like going up to him and hitting so hard in his balls that they come sputtering out of his mouth. Then one day all of the sudden Krish confessed in me I think I have developed feelings for Aarif.
