Cable சங்கர்

Me I was irritated that he wasn't answering his phone. I was angry at myself. What was I doing with my life? I should have been studying, getting a decent job, and finding a nice girl at work—the usual path to settling down. Instead, I was paying to chase after sleazy characters offering sex. Despite the shame, I had to admit I was more drawn to the immediate gratification of money, women, and sex than to the long-term prospect of education, a good job, a loving relationship, and a stable life. The next morning, when I went to the Nungambakkam flat, the outer grill gate was locked. I returned, dejected. I asked the watchman downstairs if anyone was in the flat. He replied with a suspicious look, "Maalum nahi" (I don't know). A young man asked the watchman, “Sir, how do I get to flat F24?” “I’m here to see them too,” I interjected. “It’s locked.” “Oh, really?” he replied, pausing thoughtfully before walking away. The sun was already scorching. I had only thirty rupees....

Sharmi Loneliness began to set in as I grew accustomed to the car and AC. I didn't understand why I would open the window and just stare blankly. My father was drifting further and further away from me. I no longer saw him coming home early at night to drive me around on his TVS 50. My mother was also busy. Their nightly kisses, smelling of the day and heavy with sleep, were the only constant. Being left with the nanny and the driver felt cruel. Every day I saw my father's picture in the newspaper, among the TV listings. It was a picture of him with a tightly knotted tie and his hands folded in prayer. Seeing him in that photo always made me laugh. At that age, I felt a small pride in telling my school friends that the man in those advertisements was my father. It had been a long time since I'd had my mother's gongura chutney and chicken curry. She didn't cook anymore. Every morning, she went to the gym. She looked younger than before. Driver Sundaram always had thi...

Me When I said "cash + enjoyment," she initially told me to deposit ten thousand rupees into an account they provided and call back; then they would give me a local Chennai number. Ten thousand? My jaw dropped. The voice on the other end repeated, “Hello…? Hello?” Since I couldn't afford that, I kept searching for similar ads and calling the numbers. That’s when I saw an ad online, with a Chennai number. When I called, they quoted the same price as the Delhi contact. When I said I couldn’t afford that much, they said, “Alright, come in person,” and gave me the address of their flat in Nungambakkam. When I went, there was no one at the door. After calling out "Sir... Sir" for a while, a shabbily dressed guy in low-slung jeans came out. His gaze alone asked what I wanted. I told him I was the one who had called, and he asked, “Have you brought the money?” He kept nodding his head as he spoke. “No, they told me to come in person…” He looked me up and down, put his ...

Sharmi Do you people who talk about culture still do so after seeing ten women writhing over three men, with three women surrounding a single man's penis, all while completely naked? If so, then you are hypocrites. In the early days, I had some interest in participating, but not anymore. I just enjoy watching. There's a word for this… oh… voyeurism. Most days, I simply hold a Bacardi or vodka and enjoy the heat generated by the rubbing of bodies. Listening to everyone's ragged breaths, the varied moans and groans, the cries of “Come on… come on… give me more,” “Fuck me,” “Why is everyone with her?” is a kind of sexual experience in itself. Each of them earns over a lakh of rupees. Some have assets worth crores. The three "studs" who were there worked tirelessly all night, switching partners, tiring, working again, tiring again, and barely even registered the women writhing on them in their drunkenness and exhaustion. To outsiders, it might seem exciting and fun. T...

I – Sharmi – Diamond Me A kiss from Sharmi feels like twelve volts of electricity coursing through my veins, lighting me up.” If Sharmi kisses, it will. After a kiss like that, if she sits on my lap and asks, 'Won’t you even do this little theft for me?' and you say no… then you're a better man than I am.” Still reeling from the electric shock of her kiss, I'd blurted out, 'I'll do anything for you.' Now, I'm standing in front of Chennai’s most exclusive diamond store." The result of saying “I will do anything for you” without coming out of the shock-induced kick is that I am standing in front of Chennai’s most important diamond store for the super-rich. I first saw Sharmi at a private party in ECR. It was an exciting party exclusively for women. Except men other than us other men were not allowed. We were sent from a popular callboy network in Chennai: Rahul, Kandasamy, and me, but he has been told to be called Rakesh during such assignments. Some ...

 வழக்கமாய் காதர் நவாஸ் கான் ரோட்டில் இந்த பெயரில் எல்லாம் கடை திறக்கவே மாட்டார்கள். ஏகப்பட்ட குண்டு குழி ரோட்டாகிப் போனதாலோ என்னவோ இப்படியான ஒரு கடைக்கு வழி விட்டிருக்கிறார்கள் போல. 599 ரூபாய்க்கு அன்லிமிடெட் நான் வெஜ் சாப்பாடு என்று கேள்விப் பட்டதிலிருந்து ரொம்ப நாளாக போக ஆசை. கடை திறந்தே ஒரு மாதம் தான் ஆகியிருக்கிறது என்பது வேறு விஷயம்.  சரி.. கடை முதல் மாடியில் இருந்தது. உள்ளே நுழைந்த மாத்திரத்தில் மசாலாவின் மணம் நாசியில் ஏறி பசியை தூண்டியது.  வெஜ்ஜா நான் வெஜ்ஜா சார் என்றார்கள். யாரைப் பார்த்து என்ன கேக்குறே? என்று அவர்களை ஒரு பார்வை பார்த்தேன். சாருக்கு ஒரு நான் வெஜ் என்று இலை போட ஆரம்பித்தார்கள். நல்ல தலை வாழை இலையில் ஒரு கப்பில் இளநீர் பாயசத்துடன் ஆரம்பித்தார்கள். அடுத்தது மட்டன் சுக்கா. நன்கு வெந்த மட்டன் துண்டுகளோடு கெட்டிக் குழம்போடு இருந்தது சுக்கா. வாயில் வைத்தால் அத்தனை இலகுவாய் ஒரு மட்டன் உள்ளே சென்றது. காரம் மணம், சுவை எல்லாமே செம்ம. அடுத்ததாய் பெப்பர் சிக்கனை வைத்தார்கள். பெப்பரின் காரத்தோடு மட்டும் இல்லாமல் டிரையாவும் இருந்தது. நல்ல சதைப்பற்றுள்ள கோழி போல....