A BIG THANK YOU……..ALL YOU GUYS…….

the great masturbator


I would really like to thank all the men who have fuelled all my fantasies……every now and again…….

My numerous sessions of masturbation would never have been possible without their help…….

They come in all shapes and sizes…..smart / ugly…..big / small…..tall / short…...known / stranger……gay / straight……geeky / smart…… young / middle-aged……..fair / dark……hairy / smooth…..muscular / pudgy……bubble-butt / flat…... large / small……cut / uncut……top / bottom…..

(But definitely a no-no even while fantasizing for unclean, unhygienic and crazy men….they just don’t do it for me…..)

So what does it mean…..that I am too flexible when it comes to men….or I am too desperate…..or do I fantasize a lot ???…… Maybe all three are true……especially the last one…..

I am very sure that these men don’t even know the great favors they have been doing for me…...all this while……but it has been a truly gratifying experience until now and will be continue to be so………

Hence a big thank you… all you guys really deserve it!!!

INTERNET DOWN.....

I am not dead….and the reason for the absence of posts for so many days…….was that my internet connection was out of order…….

And sticking to the true Indian style of working for government-run institutions…it took ages for it to restart……

But thankfully it atleast started within a week….

In the meanwhile I was thinking of going to cyber-cafes eventually to blog and read my mails…or get connected to an alternative server for the time-being……

But since I had never gone to any cyber-cafes before….I decided to wait….and great that the net has been reconnected today..........

So I’m back guys…..

A ZOMBIE AT WORK……

As I was driving to one of my clinics…..dodging cars on the narrow roads….and chasing them on the highways….I thought….most of the times…I drive at a spinal level….and most of the times I do most of my things at a spinal level……

(spinal level – with no brain involved)…..

So…..do I work like a zombie…..the regular work that we do….and the daily routine….becomes so much of *a second nature* that you do not really tend to think while doing it……

There is an absolute lack of any kind of intellectual stimulation or any excitement……it is only during the weekends that I really think….and that too…how to enjoy the only available day of the week….Sunday…..

So how do we get back the zest in out life??? Do we have to change our regular routine….introduce new things…..time and again???........to keep the excitement going……and consequently make our life unstable???

A new job once bored with the old one…..

A new car once bored with the old one…..

A new pet once bored with the old one…..

A new house once bored with the old one…..

A new partner once bored with the old one…..

Or a new life once bored with the old one???…..


P.S. The guy in the new *CADBURY’S Rakhee * Ad is really really hot….I work do him anytime…anywhere….anyplace……

A STRAIGHT MUSE AN A GAY POST….

Am watching a Bollywood musical right now which stars Aishwarya Rai…and God…she is breath-taking…….

She has the kind of look that would make any gay man go weak on his knees…..I used to like her a lot earlier….but lately…..I think she looks kinda slutty….dunno why…..

Anyway…..enough straight talk…..had gone to the gym after almost a week….and consequently….I think I look really ugly…a double chin…a paunch and all the works……

And today being Monday…there were these usual two hunks…whom I get to see only on Mondays…

Of course there are other hot guys as well…. but these two are my *Monday Specials*…but despite the fact that I thought I looked ugly…. they did return *the look*…and there seems to be a palpable sexual tension between the us…me and both of them separately…..again…I dunno why…

But why does it always happen that I think I have a good chance but nothing good comes my way…..none….(I am very lame and coward to make the first move)…..made any kind of move….and at the end of our individual work-outs….we made our way out…………..quietly……

Other thing I observed yesterday…while I was dining out at a very popular Bandra restaurant…..was….a lot of guys stare at you or steal a look once in a while……and dress very very camp….but they are accompanied by kids….who I presume by the way they act are their own……so are they gay??? Or are they just hot gay-looking straight family men???

So may it be your work-place…or your gym….or your club…..or a restaurant you go to…..it is very difficult to make out ….and very dangerous to presume….

So what do you do at these places …….. always baffles me........

LUCKY TO LOOK GOOD.........

For the last few days….my life has been revolving around only my patients and nothing else……and it has been a mega boring week…….

I haven’t gone to my gym regularly so whatever little excitement I had through the day has disappeared as well…..

And a busy Sunday work-schedule had been lined up for me this Sunday….weeks in advance…….so down the drain goes my Sunday as well…….

Anyway……after a very tiring workday……here I am on a Saturday night ….in my bedroom……semi-naked…..…all by myself…..browsing porn……

And these were some memorable pictures that I came across…..these are of someone called Victor Webster from *Sex and the City*….God…..he’s hot……with an equally hot ass……..




How can some people look so good….I guess they are born lucky…….look at him…he makes me hide me face in shame….

Do these *lucky* men have a *lucky* life as well…..sleep with whomsoever you want to??? Do they have a great looking dick as well to match their ass???

Do they have a beautiful mind to compliment their beautiful bodies???

MY SOUR GRAPES......

Horny……that’s what I am……

Actually…..when I logged on I was about to blog about something else ……but the dishy guys that I saw on the Hindi soaps…..made me melt and the rest of the script became too philosophical for me…..and deserved a *Recycle Bin*….never ever to be recycled again…….

Sex……has so much effect on our brains……it just seems to numb it completely and re-programs it to its own frequency….

Not that I am displeased…..carnal pleasures are great….only if can indulge in them whenever we please….wherever we please and most importantly………with whomsoever we please…….

I am not that luck….but…..God….I would love to get into the shoes of the person who is luck enough to have that power…..(and that way I can get into anyone’s pants…as well)…..

Anyway……back to the stuff that prompted me to write this….or reason for my horniness…..

Was back early from work….and while watching some television……had the pleasure of briefly watching these guys on Hindi soaps…….they look really really good……sharp features…..curved bubble butts…..wow!!!

Where do all of them stay…. Definitely not where I do….or do I fail to notice them in broad daylight…….

I have never had the pleasure of being a part of this glamour brigade….other than an odd person or two…as patients.…..but you can’t hit on them….that’s unprofessional…..

Probably…..hanging out at on of the numerous coffee shops…instead of working and partying on Saturday night ….again instead of working would be a good idea…….but will it work????

Or they will be *My Sour Grapes* as they always have been???

TOO MANY.....TOO LITTLE......

*The maximum city*……as some of ‘em call it…Mumbai….seems to have too many of certain things and too little of others……..

Things…..too many…..
- people
- pollution
- vehicles….esp. rickshaws
- doctors
- crooks
- corrupt politicians
- closeted gay men
- rains….at times….


Things…..too little…..
- open space
- residential space
- trees
- money
- sanitation
- water
- morals
- love
- openly gay men
- rains…at present….

GOD DOES NOT WANT ME TO BLOG.......

God does not want me to blog…….
- My computer crashed……
- My internet was down for a long time…….
- The blogspot is down for the Indian users…….
- And I am unwell………again !!!

It’s like God does not want me to blog…….being a Hindu is such good fun……you are programmed to shift the blame to *God* or to *Bad Karma*…….

It is an easy way to get out of all the unpleasantness….but it does makes us passive-inactive though…….but I guess we are all okay with it……

It does not make us completely responsible for all our actions…..and unprofessional attitude becomes a second nature……..

So wherever we go…..we have the people and institutes that set their own standards and comply by them as is convenient to them…….

So hey guys……if you don’t see my blog updated or are bored reading it……don’t blame me……I am not responsible !!!

DECISION.......INDECISION.......

This morning I was just thinking about the blanket ban on the blogspots that the Indian government has implemented……

And like its other policies….this one is no different too……it is poorly thought,,,,ineffective,,,,,brash and completely UN-DEMOCRATIC…..and all this happening in what they still call as the *World’s largest democracy*…..

When I returned from my vacation……I was shocked and disgusted with this ban on the blogspot and thought….of a way out…... my new blog…..http://jerrymumbai.livejournal.com……

But then I thought….that’s what we do in India…..always find a way out….never find a solution…..or stick to what we believe in…….

So I have decided to continue my old blog…….

My new blog http://jerrymumbai.livejournal.com will serve as a mirror blog and publish my posts as well……

So Decision……Indecision……

And for all the Indian bloggers……continue the good work…..

GUYS I CAME ACROSS DURING MY TRAVELS....

Guys I came across during my travels……

My vacation was short and pretty unglamorous overall as far as the guys were concerned...…and that was the conclusion I came to at the end of it……

Not that there was a paucity of guys....but the good ones were far and few....or I did not look in the right direction for them.......and I do claim the entire responsibility for it..............

With so much of travelling and so many places to visit.....and especially South-India....where I think the locals look hot in their sarongs........I expected much more than I got......

I have tried to divide the guys that I came across into a few vague categories.......

1. The Cabin Crew........It seems that the budget airlines do not attract the best of the lot...as far as attractive guys are concerned.......all the international flights and few of the domestic ones I have flown with before.....had a much better eye-candy......the cheap flight I took was surely disappointing as far as hot trolley dollies were concerned.......

2. Salesmen in the malls...... spotted some really cute salesmen at the malls...... and some of them were really hot......... especially the one with a *perky butt*.... (still drooling).....and of all the things he was selling DIOR COSMETICS......a thing like this in Selfridges....would have most certainly been gay....but this is India.....and a perfectly straight family man would be considered equally eligible for this kind of a job.......

3. Local Chennai men.......sorry if anyone is offended by this generalisation.....but these dark, moustachioed, minimally hairy, south-indian men really do it for me.......and of all the things the bus driver of my tourist bus was hot and I lucky enough to occupy the front seat right next to his......I even shamelessly ogled at him...till a point where he told me to listen to the guide.......and then there were these kind of men on the streets and everywhere.......but that was it....nothing more......

4. Hot young priests.......and once again.....sorry if anyone is offended by this *blasphemy*.....but south-india is a land of temples.....and some cities...especially Chennai and Kanchipuram......are full of temples......and these temples are run by staunch, orthodox priests.....and some of them are HOT........especially with diamond studs....and NO UNDERWEAR.....under their transparent *dhotis*.....yummmmmmmm!!!

5. And lastly.....do Chennai studs frequent only two places in the entire city???.....*Spencer Plaza* and *Chennai Airport*...’coz both were full of ‘em and the rest of the city showed a complete lack..........

HANG THEM/ SHOOT THEM/ KILL THEM PAINFULLY…….

Just find the fucking bombers and hang them……or shoot them…or kill them very very painfully or slowly…….

I am least bothered about the reasoning behind the Mumbai blasts…….and there is no single way of justifying the act of violence and cowardice that they have committed……

How can they not think of the people who die for no fault of their own…..and their families who will grieve miserably and suffer endlessly…….

How can they call it jihad…when no religion approves of this kind of act……..

How dare they think that Mumbai will come to a standstill after this…….

My heartfelt condolences for all the people who suffered in these blasts…..

And for the people who orchestrated these blasts……MAY THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE NOW…..WHILE THEY LIVE……

Blog Moved.......

my new blog address is http://jerrymumbai.livejournal.com

A single traveller on a short break.....

I am off for a nice well deserved vacation (or at least I think that it is well deserved.....others may not agree).....

It's nice to go out for a while...away from work...and be all by yourself.....

And the fact that I will be travelling alone for most of the part of my journey...is going to be all the more exciting......maybe I may get lucky....who knows....and have a real sexy travel-mate.....

There is always an intrigue attached to a single person travelling....man or a woman....and the fact that they are single gives rise to endless possibilities.....

This is not the case when you are with a group or family.....but someone single.....hmmmm...or yummmm....

Anyway....so a short break from blogging...but will be back soon....so see ya....

Current fantasy....dark, stocky guys with dirty clothes!!!

Looks do not Matter???

“Beauty and the Geek”…….the re-run of this American series on television was what made me write this post…….

And well there was this one other thing…..I was a total *bitch* at the gym today…….there was this guy who was eyeing me for quite a few days……(which BTW I was well aware of)…..

He’s not good-looking and I am shallow…….and that’s why I did not pay him much attention…..he spoke to me today and I was not very chatty with him……and later he asked me for a lift on my bike and I said I was not going his way….(which, seriously, I wasn’t)……

But then I felt really guilty…..had he been someone really hot looking…..not only would I have chatted with him….I am sure I would have gone out of the way to drop him…..

So do looks matter????

I remember distinctly…..the days I used to look like an absolute geek……I used to be very very studious……very academic and had just finished my 12th….got into a prestigious medical school in India….in Mumbai….

Then I was….all bones…thick glasses….oily hair….protruding teeth….and dark circles around my eyes……(no sunlight…no sports….excessive studying…et al)

No one used to look at me or take me seriously….and then I dunno what happened….in a year….I was neither studious nor geeky lookin’……and suddenly I had a new found respect…..

Girls knew my name and who I was….came over to talk to me….people took me seriously…and I was heard no matter what I said……and I was somebody…finally….

And that also shattered my myth of……looks do not matter…..

Mustachioed Men et al.....

My prior commitments and my laziness have been keeping me very busy for the last few days and my mind has been fiddling between my specialty and nothing…….

But between these specialty ruminations and nothingness…there were a few things that I thought of and a few things happened as well…..

Early in the morning I did go for a work-out and the rains ensured an empty gym……with all the *proud peacocks with chicken legs* staying indoors………and also during my work-out this really emaciated female trainer put on this horrible horrible trance music……early morning and loud trance music…..arghhhhh….

And as for the rest of the day….driving in Mumbai was unusually pleasant….the roads were empty and the weather was lovely in the evening with little or no rains…….except for those few errant rickshaw-wallahs…..who are making my urge…..to get out of my car one day and slap them on their ugly face……stronger day by day… (sorry for being so uncouth…)…..

Also spotted today while driving was this mustachioed man on his bike with some frail looking lady as a pillion……riding as is he owned the road….and his appearance prompted me to think…..Does our personality mould us into the way we look???

I am really sorry….all you foreign readers….as it will be difficult to visualize the kind of person I am talking about….but for the rest…..imagine this stocky, dark, hairy guy with a pot belly and fat hairy arms…….dressed in some tight really ugly clothes….hair turned back……big fat face……and of all the things……fat, thick mustache…a fairly common sight in India.......eekkkkkkkssss…….

Now these men I have observed….are always stubborn, irritating, think too much of themselves and act as if they own the rest of the world……dickheads…..I hate them…..

Too prejudiced…..sorry……

And also sorry for a generalization….but the majority of them I have met are of that sort……but do all of them think or a majority of men with these looks think this way….or am I totally wrong……and does their personality mould their looks???

Rains and a Lonely Enjoyment.....

Ahh…..rains again…….and today was worse than yesterday……and almost everything in Mumbai came to a standstill…….

Everyone stayed a home….and nowadays you have people enjoying these kind of holidays more than anything else……

Some drinking alcohol…. (I had some scotch before lunch myself)……..some drinking ginger-tea……along with hot *pakodas* and *samosas*…….it is always wonderful…….


And ordered some dinner from the restaurant………the restaurants are doing excellent business……they had a large crate full of take-away orders and the man was continuously taking food orders over the phone while I was placing mine…..

And lots of people on the streets (BTW…I am planning to go for a late-night walk myself in the rains…..after I publish this post)…….hopefully will get to see some hot dudes in tiny wet shorts……

And as for work…..did not go to any of the work places….and for a daily wage earner like myself it meant that the income for the day was…….ZILCH….

But…..no regrets…..rainy days like these in Mumbai are lovely…..you have to come here and live through one to enjoy them……

Everything is so nice and lovely in days like these….but how you miss having sex…..in days like these…….

It would’ve been the best if I had someone to share my bed with……

Any taker for the next rainy day???

Circus of a Day.....

Sometimes…one thing leads to the other and it happens in such a quick succession that before you know the day is over……today’s day was one of those days…

And the flooding and choked up drains obviously showed the inefficiency of the corrupt *Mumbai Municipal Corporation*…but bitching about them is totally futile……and frankly, I am bored of talking and listening to other people about how bad the state of affairs are in Mumbai……

The day was like a circus……one act after the other…..smoothly orchestrated……

Lot of piled up chores finished one after the other….. (sadly, lot of them yet to be done)…



And of all the things……Rains played havoc in the city today…..and the roads were flooded……luckily I did not walk much on the streets today…all the places I went to were accessible by car……door to door……


Anyway……

Surprisingly, a lot of hot guys turned up in the gym despite the rains and work-out was good fun…..*Junior Hrithik* and *Mr. Hunk Cute-Ass*…..the guys whom I get to see only on Mondays….both were there….

While *Junior Hrithik* was nice as ever……..*Mr. Hunk Cute-Ass* was too full of himself (again….as ever…)….

And while I was in the gym…..this guy turns up….to “check-out” the gym….blue-stripped shirt…..black trousers….cute tiny ass….paunch…looked like in his 30s……came in…..saw the gym….went out ……came in again…….again saw the gym……was clearly checking out the guys more than the gym….but as I had said before……nothing else *interesting* happens in my gym…so boring…sigh!

And before I end….just a random question for the day is….Can two people live happily ever after???....or is it just a myth…or a lie…

Mere Samne Wali Khidki Mein........

Mere samne wali khidki mein ek chand sa mukhda rehta hai…….. (an old popular Bollywood song….trans.: someone with a good-looking face lives across my house window….)…….

Was driving out of my apartment complex and saw this really sexy looking guy emerge from the neighboring building…….I kinda know where he lives….and also that he lives with some other guy……who also looks good in his own right…….

And their bedroom window faces….. (sort of)….my parent’s bedroom window…… I know that they do not own the place…..and don’t really know much about them…….but the guy I saw today is hot!!!

Sadly…he never noticed me…..now come on…..I am not that bad-looking…..and I am a single doctor…..that atleast deserves one single glance…..

True, he wouldn’t know who I am….but some *decent looking guy* going in car with doctor’s sign on it…..will attract a look from a gay man……so he may not be gay……and well in that case…such a waste of a guy!!!

And had this random thought today morning…….while in school…..we were taught this nursery rhyme…in my 2nd grade….. can't really remember it but ends as *Timothy Taylor...hand in hand with a handsome sailor*

Now how gay is that????...(if anyone knows the entire one please complete it....)

And while doing a search on the net for this nursery rhyme....here are a few gay ones that I found.......

Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
Eating his Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said "What a good boy am I!

The Cocks on the woodpile
a-blowing his horn;
The Bulls in the barn
a-threshing of corn.
The Maids in the meadow
Are making of hay;
The Ducks in the river
Are swimming away.

The more we do together,
Together, together,
The more we do together
The happier we'll be.
For your friends are my friends
And my friends are your friends,
The more we get together
The happier we'll be.

Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall.
One named Peter, one named Paul;
Fly away, Peter! Fly away, Paul!
Come back, Peter! Come back, Paul.

My hands are all sticky,
They've been in the glue.
I'll lift them up slowly
And show them to you;
I'll put them together,
And pull them apart.
I'll wash them in water.
Ohh aren't they smart?

Once a boy went walking,
A walking to the store.
He bought a pound of sausages
And laid them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle.
He whistled up a tune.
And all the little sausages -
They danced around the room.

Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick maker,
And all of them going to sea.

And finally a straight one......

I love little pussy,
Her coat is so warm,
And if l don't hurt her
She'll do me no harm.
So l won't pull her tail,
Or drive her away,
But pussy and l
Together will play.

Wanted a Gay Gym.......

Wanted a gay gym in the western suburbs………

Had gone to the gym in the morning after a long time…..and where were all the *Sunday Faggots* (or that’s what I think they are)??? They had just disappeared…….

Did they have a *Great Gay Party* yesterday to celebrate the winning goal of Cristiano Ronaldo??? Or they were all genuinely watching the France-Brazil quarter finals???

The only eye-candy was a *Bear with bushy pits*….and I am kinda convinced in my own way that he is totally straight……

And then…if this was not bad enough……I took steam all by myself…..alone in the steam room….sigh!!!

But hang on……when I am changing….this guy enters to change as well….. (not good-looking….but me….desperate…)…and changes in this tiny changing-room that has a curtain….and draws it as well while changing…… (me….cursing my luck…..)……

So damn this straight gym……want a gay one……fast!!!

Am I Nuts to write this kind of stuff???

I was reading the *Mumbai Mirror* (a supplement of the Times of India)…….and read an article by *Sapna Bhavnani* ( totally love her….her style of writing….her free spirit…and I think she’s awesome and hope to meet her someday to tell all these things personally!!!)

And in that she wrote of some guy called *Benny*……he apparently was a maniac-depressive….and that got me into thinking……all these people with major psychiatric manifestations….are they really talking mumbo-jumbo??? Or they have some kind of special perceptive powers that we do not have and they are the ones who talk sense???

Schizophrenics who hear things and a whole lot of other people who see things….all different kinds of hallucinations………and the things they say or the energy that maniacs have to do things…….is it supernatural???………………

Just think about it….if you are in a group of intellectually-challenged or dim-wits….the rest around you will laugh at whatever you say or just write you off…..so does this mean that they are correct or smarter than you…….or whatever they say or do the fact remains that you are the smart one???

But if you are there with them for a long period of time…..you tend to give up and try to talk at their level…….so is it possible that with all the medication and the rest of the stuff…..we try to bring them (psych patients)….down to our level……deprive them of the special senses and the powers that they have???

I still remember working in the psychiatry wards in our hospital….as a med student and as an intern….and I always found these people….unusually disarming,,,,serene,,,,pleasant and innocent…..and it always looked like they could see beyond the usual spectrum of things……

Something like a *Conspiracy Theory*…..eh???

So…..finally…are these people really nuts???……..or am I nuts to write this kind of stuff???

of TV Bulimia et al.......

Had some free time earlier in the morning and watched 2 episodes of *The Simple Life : Interns*…..back to back…..just to remind you guys that I still love Paris and Nicole……and later felt really guilty for wasting my time over some worthless television (don’t love them THAT MUCH!!!)…..

So isn’t this akin to bulimia??? You eat and then feel guilty about it……so here you watch and feel guilty…so is this some kind of *TV bulimia*???

And then there was *Oprah* (just for 2 mins…)…where there was this very very camp and effeminate man….and this reminded me of an interview in one of the supplements of the Times of India ….it was Yash Birla’s….

Now Yash Birla is one of the biggest Indian industrialists and leads a business empire……he is a family man….with a gorgeous wife and kids…..I admire him immensely…..but I have not seen a *gayer* looking person than him…..and he maintains that he not only is straight but an ideal husband as well…..so is being *camp* exclusively for gay men or camp men straight as well……

And also today…had the good fortune of meeting Mr. S, the Bank Guy…..but was not the least bit attracted to him….dunno why……

Why does it happen that the guy whom you used to fantasize of and have a crush on…. suddenly becomes unattractive???