Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2011 04:13:24 +0530
From: Khan Khan <afanni.toofanni@gmail.com>
Subject: Fast-Forward Chapter 1 - Inception

This is a work of pure fiction and resemblance to any person living or dead
may be pure co-incidental. This story contains sexual and emotional
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may contain sexual content at some point, I would like to make it a point
to inform the readers that it will not contain much sex, so if you're
reading this story just for the sex then you might be disappointed. It
attempts to explain the many complexities that underlie each other and how
and what kind of a role they play in making men dependant on other men.
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Fast-Forward
By Khan

Chapter 1 -- Inception

Tanveer is looking for a grocery store. He's in the middle of a huge market
which is situated a distance behind his current residence. Even though he
passes through a few grocery stores, he does not feel like going to them.
They are either full of women trying to scream on top of their voices to
the grocers or they just have a bad stench on them. He is not sure what he
is looking for, but what he sees is definitely not what he wants. He knows
for sure.

Though, he's not a misogynist in any way, he feels an aversion to any place
that has more than three or four women crowded together, especially ones
that he doesn't know. He feels that they have this vibe when they are
together in such groups that can be very unnerving for most men. He prefers
to avoid such situations. As For the stench, he admits to himself that he's
a bit of a snob and that he can't help it.

Serendipity perhaps Tanveer thinks to himself. Yet, serendipity can never
be sought, never be solicited. It would go against the existence of the
concept itself. It has to take place without it's possibility known to the
person. After all, that is the beauty of it, otherwise it would just land
up being used as an excuse for something turning out to be, not the way it
was originally planned to be.

Tanveer is dwelling over these thoughts and before he knows it, he is
standing in front of a grocery store. He has no idea how he got there. He
tries trace his steps back, but he can't. He just can't remember walking
towards and coming to a standstill in front of the shop he is at, staring
at the glory of a 17 year old boy in front of him; who looks so deep in his
thoughts that he doesn't notices that a customer has approached his store.

He enters the store and the boy snaps out of his thoughts as Tanveer asks
--
	`Would you happen to have half a kilo of butter?'
	`Yes!' exclaims the boy, `Indeed I do.'
	`Oh thank God for small mercies. I've been looking for butter for
the last half an hour in so many stores, but none of them seem to have it,'
Tanveer lies to him and looks to his left at the other stores across the
streets.

	`Don't you think that that's a bit odd?' Tanveer asks leaning over
the counter, smiling at the boy at boy with a raised eyebrow.
	`Not at all,' the boy responds back with a smile, `in fact, there
has been a shortage of supply for the last two weeks. It usually happens
during the festive season, you know. The Demand goes up and the
manufacturers try to hold back the stock for a few days with some or the
other excuse and use it as a reason to increase the price. It happens every
year.'

The boy goes to the corner of the store and opens the fridge, perhaps
looking for the butter.
	`Really?' Asks Tanveer. He is genuinely surprised at this bit of
information.
	`I wouldn't really know about this shortage though. You see, I'm
new to this part of town. I just recently shifted here.'
	`But,' begins the boy turning around with a slight sense of
curiosity, `this problem happens very often, like I said, during the
festive season. It's not just in Bombay, but all over India! I'm sure you
must have noticed it at some point?'

	`Well, I didn't notice it before...' Tanveer replies a little
uncomfortably with direction of the conversation. Having always been a
paradox between a social and unsocial person, this wasn't the first time he
had a conversation of this sort. He always would be the one to initiate
conversations with people, giving them an illusion of him having no
barriers, yet, the moment a person would feel comfortable enough to inquire
about something that would be a notch higher on intimacy, he would get
uncomfortable and do his best to divert the topic or to leave or something
as unsociable as that.

	`Which world do you live in?' the boy asks rhetorically, reaching
out for the butter in the fridge and handing Tanveer the butter he
continues, `well, everyone knows it. The festive seasons generate so much
demand that we have to order stock at least two months in advance. If we're
under-stocked, the customers go over to the many grocery stores that are
there in every nook and corner, and we really can't afford to lose any
business!' he finishes in one breath.

	`By the by, which festival are people celebrating these days?' asks
Tanveer curiously.
	`Some, I suppose. It's quite difficult to keep a track on all the
festivity that goes on here in the latter half of the year. There are so
many believers and so many gods even in today's day and age that it's
maddening to keep up to date with all of them. If you're stuck in a
situation where you have to wish someone without having to make a fool of
yourself by saying that you don't know which festival it is; all you should
say is Happy New Year! It's almost always somebody's or the others' New
Year!' He finishes with a chuckle.  Tanveer is amused. He smiles and looks
at the price of the butter and pays the boy.

	`Hey!' squeaks the boy,' that's like a hundred bucks more than the
price of the butter.'
	`Yeah, about that,' he begins with a little cough, `I also want a
packet of cigarettes and a favour.'  The boy looks at Tanveer suspiciously,
taking notice of his attire for the first time from head to toe.  Tanveer
is wearing a red high-collared tee-shirt with beige shorts that are rolled
up to his thighs and a pair of green sneakers with two different coloured
socks -- green and beige.

	`What do you mean by favour?' the boy asks with a raised eye-brow.
	`My uncle might visit here from time to time, if you promise to not
tell him about my smoking habits, then I promise to buy all my grocery from
your store!'
	`But I don't know who your uncle is, or who you are!' the boy says
a little hesitantly.

	`Well,' Tanveer says looking at the boy with an intent gaze, `I'll
be around for quite some time, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other quite
often!'
	`Don't worry! I've got your back.'

Tanveer turns around, lights his cigarette and smiles. He isn't sure why,
but he finds the boys last words very amusing.