My First
The Prop
8th of Nov 2009 was the date set. It had taken me and my fickle mind years to decide whether I am going to get it done or not. You live just once so why not, is what I finally concluded. I had given her 3 as my time when I will reach and just like all true patriots I reached two hours late. But then I put the blame of me being late on a lovely lady who I dropped at the airport at 4. At 5 two hours late from the set time, I was parking my car in front of a lovely house surrounded by trees. I was greeted by a sturdy guy and a beautiful looking girl with her shiny hair falling till her shoulder dressed in a turquoise top. I have always liked turquoise on girls. It just makes their beauty even more radiant. She was my artist who was going to give me something that I will always carry on my body and I would not have selected her if I did not like her instantly. The guy had looks which made it evident he was not ready to put his guards down so early, not yet, after all she was his lady and any man would be protective and apprehensive. After all I was about to be bare chest for hours in front of her…
‘Come in dude’ said the guy and so broke my trance of observation and I was back in reality. I walked in the house. It was a 2 floor house beautifully decorated and a lawn studding its beauty. I envied him for having such a beautiful house. As I started climbing the stairs alone, I could see this guy had a thing for interiors. The strategically placed earthen pots on the staircase and a glimpse of 1st floor showed each item was handpicked. All piece of art but then with that space and money I was sure I could do better. Creativity is a strange thing; it gives you the power of creating something new and sometimes takes over you, makes you believe you can always do better. I guess the flight of fancy, the desire to make it better is what keeps the creativity alive in this monotonous world. I reached the 2nd floor and walked in a huge room mostly empty. It had a kitchen set at one side however with no utensils and it was evident it was never used for cooking but more as a prop. It was decorated with different color and different brand alcohol bottles, all empty though. Right opposite, close to the wall lay a LCD with home theatre below it. The four speakers looked liked soldiers of Sparta
The Centre Court
On the other side which shaped to form a room there stood two chairs kept on a rug. The chairs looked like Helen of Troy and her twin, sleek figure with curves that makes your heart jump , long backs and dressed in turquoise, dressed to kill. Turquoise again and I started to like the couple for their creativity. There was a grey framed mirror that stood right in front of the wall so huge, mounted on a black stand. For a moment I felt like I can walk right through it into a wonderland, a Narnia of my own, A Hogwarts where I study.
The whole room was dressed in black and gray with blue light. And looked like a fantasy land itself. Bravo dude bravo, I admired. There is no place else I would rather be.
Right next to the chairs was a trolley equipped with ink, lot of tissues and a machine that will be used to dig in, dig in my body .The girl used to refer to the process as digging in that made me sure she is good at what she does. How many girls pick a needle and dig in people’s body with blood coming out and still enjoy it? On the top of the trolley were some design kept that we had spoken about earlier. I had in mind what I was about to get but had apprehensions about some parts of it. There was a design I found in the pile which immediately caught my imagination, exactly what I wanted. I did not tell the girl that I had decided on the design but decided to play for some time to read her thoughts. After all it was all good business, she gives me my masterpiece and I give her mullah. Sounds fair Hun!!
A Moment of Impulse
‘So Sourabh it’s the D Day’ she said as she walked in and I came back from my dream world. ‘Hey Aditi, after years of contemplating it has finally arrived’ was my answer. She replied ‘Tattoos are always impulsive’ and she had the confident look on her face which told me she read my thoughts before I could read hers, or was it just experience speaking? We pondered over different designs which were pretty similar to what I told her but then settled on the one that mesmerized me at its first sight. I always knew you will pick this; she smiled as she said and at that moment I wanted to say ‘Yes Tattoos are impulsive’. After all nothing has changed over years, I always had a hazy picture in mind of what I want but one fine day I decided I will just get it, and in a moment my design was final too, Yes it was impulsive and being impulsive is fun.
Suddenly she said I can’t make your Tattoo with your T on. A jolt and that is how I came back this time. Lately I have explored shapes other than round. Someone once said, if a person is in IT for more than three years and he does not have a belly like a women at least 5 months pregnant get his background checked, he is fake. And here I stand, 5+ years on the chair in front of a monitor and still in shape. I was shy but not embarrassed. I decided to strip alone though and asked for the washroom. It was a place you would want to shower with a beauty. Stone black walls with granite and black apparels punctuating its beauty. It was huge and divided by a glass wall. Blue light spread across like moon light coming through a clear ocean. On the other side there was a tripod with a beautiful camera kept over it. With my love to be behind the lens and capture the beauty I took a moment to admire the beautiful machine. Cannon: delighting you always, someday I will have one too. Right now there was a bigger fish to fry. I took off my T, my black T and suddenly I realized, I was dressed in black and blue, I was a part of the prop
It paid Off
I looked at my self in the huge mirror right in front of me and with Rudrakhs hanging down my neck I looked ready to go out and be at peace with my body. I walked out bare chest and stood, suddenly shy again. After all she was a beautiful girl and I stand there half naked. I was nervous and I am sure it was visible on my face. Did she read it? I don’t know, but then like a true professional she walked towards me touched my hand and signaled me to step in front of the mirror, the passage to wonderland. She then explained me the after care and one was, I can see you work out which you cannot do for a month. From being shy I was proud, after all it paid off. We talked about where I want the tattoo and she touched me to make sure she was bang on target
The process starts and a Moment of Doubt
The naïve touch set us both free. We forgot we were from two different planets, Venus and Mars. Since then she was an artist and I was her canvas.
She traced the design on my back and the usual me came back. I did not like the placement at the first go and wanted it to be placed right at the centre of my body. But then like she will do for next couple of hours she immediately punished me. Her guy who by then I knew was a fashion photographer was busy in a shoot downstairs. I decided not to let her hesitantly offer me to wash my back, and volunteered before she could say anything. I went in and smiled again as I looked at the camera. I used the mirror placed on the wall to make my hands reach places, which looked like I had invented fusions between yoga and aerobics. The struggle ended after few minutes and the mission was accomplished. I had cleaned it up, which I do so well. I beamed with proud and went out again. This time I was not happy with the symmetry and asked her to make the wings more symmetrical. Without saying a word I walked in the washroom to do my fusion and she got busy in making the changes.
I excelled yet again and came out, by the time she was finished with her changes. I asked with empathy; hope I am not much of a pain? She smiled and assured, it has to be perfect for you, you will carry it on your body. This set me free. Third time it was a success. Try and if you fail try again, I thought.
She asked me to sit. And I sat on the chair with my back facing her and me holding the curves of the long back beauties. At that moment when she was setting her gun and filling her ink she showed me the needles all sealed pack. At that brink of moment I was hit by questions that felt like arrows fired by the soldier of Sparta Right Place
Being Impulsive was not fun anymore.
The Digging:
I was too engrossed with the questions when the voice brought me back again. Ready? And all I could say in a moment of impulse was a Yes!! The needles were set loose on my body and the pain brought back memories of the Hepatitis vaccination that was given in school when I was in my 12th. It took two of my concerned friends to drag me to the vaccination room cause I was planning to give it a miss. Don’t judge me now, I have taken many stitches on my body but then Injections had a way of scaring me.
I held the chair tighter as the digging commenced. She like an artist, master at her trade worked on the outline once and then twice. As my body was revisited at the same place twice by the needles the pain increased and I held the chair tighter. All this while like all doctors do, she kept talking to me and soon we both realized we have started liking each others company. We spoke about our passion and the choices we made. How I wanted to be fighter pilot and now aspire to be in ad world, like every IT person, who has an alternate career in mind where he will escape to. How she slogged for years in corporate world too before picking up what she loves doing. Being an artist with bodies as her canvas. If she can do it so can I, I thought. We joked along and once she punched me ruthlessly in my ribs. Her touch showed that just like me she was comfortable too in my presence. From just good business it had turned into a fun affair.
After two hours of digging she gave me a break which my body was craving for. I got up to fill my system with some nicotine but first went straight to the mirror to take a look at the piece. The outline was done and I suddenly fell in love with it. I looked at the girl and for the first time appreciated, not in my thought but out loud. The plethora of series that had caught my imagination right from the moment I parked my car burst out. Girl you have a fan in making and this time she smiled and blushed. Appreciation is what every living craves for; I thought which I am sure someone must have already patented, Shakespeare or Lincon, Lenon or some Joe Dickinson, Who cares…
By then the guy walked in taking a break from his shoot. Despite being on separate floors the cosmos conspired them to take a break at the same time. They had a connection and it was crystal clear to even the blind by now. They shared a moment of love while I smoked. The guy looked at the work done till now and gave his opinion to his lady. How does it look? I asked and a Good was all I got from the guy. Till then I could see he was lowering his guard after noticing how comfortable his girl was doing her job on me. He walked back to his shoot and we went back, back to being an artist and a canvas.
It was the details that were to be done this time. The body details. An hour passed by quickly and quietly with less pain, me recovering from the pain rooted deep by the outlines as she was busy with the detailing.
After an hour we took a break again and the cosmos conspired again. This time the guy walked in with a bottle of best selling whiskey of bourbon – Jim Beam. His glass half fill with gold color looking spirit. He could see the pain on my face and said, take some if she allows. Your are not suppose to drink or dope as that makes your blood thinner and you bleed more and it pains more, but after all this pain who cares. We both looked at the girl with a smile and she was smart enough to understand, it’s a guy thing. She smiled back and the guy immediately poured some for me and said enjoy the taste. I could see that the guards were gone and he was a part of the play too. He walked out and I stood again to enjoy the fine malt with a cigarette. She got up to stretch herself and could not help asking, You like pain? I looked at her. I can never recall what expressions and thoughts I had. She said it’s been more than 3 hours and not once has your muscle moved, you did not even flinch once. I could not think of anything but to look at her.
We shared a moment of silence, by then I was done with my cigarette and we went back again in the trance.
The Pain
As she started she said, don’t stop me now. How was I to know that her question earlier and this together was placed strategically. To be asked at the right moment, not a moment later, not a moment earlier. I was sure she had different ways to connect to her canvas and get them ready for the real pain.
She started the shading part and it involved seven needles unlike other times when only three were used. She kept telling me about the finer details about the art and how the machine which I thought had a trigger was actually run by a pedal governed by the feet. It was good to know the finer details as I put them in my curious mind. Another thing I know off and so much more to know. So the seven needles like seven dwarfs started spreading their magic. It was the most painful phase in the whole process. She asked me to hold on for some more time, we are almost there, and still kept digging. After another hour of agonizing pain and parts of my body already touched twice revisited again, the digging stopped. The pain had taken over and cocooned my brain into a trance. It was broken when I felt a cool breeze on my body. I guess she fell in love with the piece she just created and gave her a soothing cover by her breath. She asked me, is it relaxing? A question she already knew the answer for. I choose not to say anything and lay my head on the top of the chair. Yes I loved it, it was soothing and arousing too my mind screamed. It felt like my head relaxed on a beautiful shoulder which my hands held tightly. It was again her time to do some leg pulling, don’t worry I am not telling anyone you cried. Like lightning my ego took over the pain and I got up and said, lets see what mess have you created. We both burst out laughing and walked towards the mirror. She called her guy with the camera and he clicked me as I admired my piece of art. This time he could not hold back ‘It looks great’, he said.
She bandaged me and money exchanged hands. She like an innocent child handed it over to the guy and he counted. We shook hands and I and the girl looked in each others eye. We both had the sense of satisfaction. We both praised each other for a job well done. She being a great artist and me being a good canvas.
I started walking only to turn and compliment the guy, ‘Your place is amazing, you got good taste’ and he gave me the warm smile, finally. We shook hands again and he said ‘take care bro’ I walked out even more satisfied as I managed to take his guards completely off and make him comfortable, comfortable of his lady's presence with me. I have always liked when people are comfortable around me.
As I walked to my car the girl's words hit my mind which I might have ignored earlier because of the pain "Tattoo are addictive,Beware". It’s good to have a piece of art, an extension to the body, being a canvas. As I sat in the car I was sure, I will visit this trance this pain again.
