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Compulsive Obsession: Love

The first time I saw her…

Everything in my head went quiet.

Every. Single. Thing.

All the ticks.

All the tocks.

All the constantly refreshing images. They all just disappeared.

Because when you have the OCD, you don’t really get such quiet moments.

Even in bed, I’m thinking:

Did I lock the doors? Yes.

Did I wash my hands? Yes.

Did I turn the laptop off? Yes.

Did I lock the doors? Yes.

Did I lock the doors? Yes.

Did I wash my hands? Yes.

But when I saw her, my vision paused.

The only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.

Or the eyelash on her cheek.

The eyelash on her cheek.

The eyelash on her cheek.

I had never felt so static in my entire life.

I could stare at her for my entire lifetime. The rest of the world vanished.

It felt beautifully unusual and messy. I knew I had to talk to her. So I went up and tried not to strike a cliched conversation.

I asked her out six times in the next thirty seconds.

She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.

For the next two days, the world seemed stagnated when I thought of her.

Every other thought just froze.

On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her…

But she loved it.

She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty four times if it was Wednesday.

She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.

She loved that I would compliment her ‘new’ dress everytime she wore it.

She loved that I would tell her the same joke five times in an hour just to see that face light up in an instant and my heart miss a beat.

When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.

I’d always watch her mouth when she talked…

When she talked.

When she talked.

When she talked.

When she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.

At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.

And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.

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Asking for it?

She was looking so delicious in those shorts and that crop top.

Her milky white skin was glistening in the moonlight like that of an angel.

Every inch of her thoroughly exposed skin is asking for it, was asking me to touch her, to play with her.

One look at her clothes and anyone can tell that she is asking for it. The fact that she is walking in the streets alone after nine was proof enough. It is my duty to give her what she wants. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?

It was my duty to give her what she wants. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?

I advanced towards her slowly, moving stealthily in the shadows. I felt like I had to pounce on her and take her by surprise, just like they show in the movies. But hey, this is not a movie! Even the most foolish person won’t come to her rescue. They all know that she wants it.

But hey, this is not a movie! Even the most foolish person won’t come to her rescue. They all know that she wants it.

She must have fantasized about this late at nights. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?

She was screaming under my weight, struggling to push me off that amazing body of hers. She was pleading for my mercy, and at the same time trying to punch me in the gut.

Alas, I was far too strong for her. Moreover, I knew that these protests and struggles are nothing but pretence. Girls like her enjoy it as much as we do, perhaps more, I have been told.

I love giving them what they want. I feel like it’s my duty. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?

I looked down at her shivering body, and spit on her face. There are so many girls like her in the world, always asking for it and I have to satisfy all of them. My phone rings in my pocket. I take it out and see my mother’s face blinking on the screen. “Hello, mom, what is it?” I ask, slightly worried. She never calls at this time. “Rahul, some guys.. some guys molested Jia at the nightclub..” I hear her sobbing on the other side. I feel the Earth tremble beneath my feet. How, how could someone do this to Jia, my little sister?

Suddenly my phone starts ringing in my pocket. I took it out and see my mother’s face blinking on the screen. “Hello, mom, what is it?” I asked, slightly worried. She never calls at this time. “Rahul, some guys.. some guys molested Jia at the nightclub..” I hear her sobbing on the other side. I feel the Earth tremble beneath my feet. How, how could someone do this to Jia, my little sister?

I took it out and see my mother’s face blinking on the screen. “Hello, mom, what is it?” I asked, slightly worried. She never calls at this time. “Rahul, some guys.. some guys molested Jia at the nightclub..” I hear her sobbing on the other side. I feel the Earth tremble beneath my feet. How, how could someone do this to Jia, my little sister?

“Rahul, some guys.. some guys molested Jia at the nightclub..” I heard her sobbing on the other side.

I felt the Earth tremble beneath my feet. How, how could someone do this to Jia, my little sister?

I sat on the back row of the partially filled courtroom.

The boy standing at the defendant’s stand was probably a rich spoiled brat in his late twenties.

“Mr. Udit Kapoor, what compelled you to molest Ms.Jia Makheeja?” The public prosecutor asked.

“I didn’t do anything against her will, believe me Your Honour,” he says, looking at the judge, “Jia, Jia was asking for it!”

I felt the world collapse around me as a loud scream made its way from my heart venting out of my throat.

Can We Trust American Crime Shows?

This is very difficult for me to write as I am a die-hard Crime Show fan.

I love Crime Shows.

Not CID, of course, but those awesome American crime shows.

Here comes what this post is about. I’ve realized that American Crime shows are no better than our ‘beloved’ CID.

Seriously, the elements that make CID so un-watchable for Indian viewers are the same elements that make us Indian viewers to be addicted to the non-native crime shows.

Although I agree that these shows have a main background story and crime as a side story but still some things just don’t add up. The idea of solving a crime is based solely on the protagonist’s skill or field of study.

I mean, crimes are solved only on the basis of the knowledge the protagonist carries.

Here are a few examples,

1) Castle

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Castle is a show based around two characters, Crime Fiction writer Richard Castle and NYPD Detective Kate Beckett. The story is that Castle decides to find a new muse for inspiration of a new character as he kills his famous character Derrick Storm in his latest bestseller. He decides to tag along Kate during murder investigations and starts to write new novels based on the adventures of a tag-along writer Jameson Rook (Character based on Castle) and Detective Nikki Heat (Based on Kate Beckett). The overall story of the show is the romantic side of Richard and Kate’s hidden love. While in the background the story goes forward with them trying to catch the conspirators involved in the murder of Kate Beckett’s Mother.

What Doesn’t Add Up

EVERY case is cracked by Castle’s stupid actions or out-of-the-box Crime Writer theories and no crime ever involves the use of ANY other resource. At the end of the day, it is just Castle who does all the brainstorming and breaking of every case.

 2) Psych

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Psych is a show solely centered around its protagonist, Shawn Spencer. Spencer was trained by his father the art of being a good cop but he could never enter the Police Department, so, he decides to cover his skills of Observing Details and Accurate Assuming by telling himself as being as a Psychic and being able to predict or get visions from the past. While he just observes things that others don’t, puts them together and cracks a case.

What Doesn’t Add Up

Again, ALL crimes are cracked by Shawn and his partner, Gus. Moreover, the crimes shown are as abstract and as weird as the ones shown in our very own CID.

3) Dexter

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Banning Porn = Less Rapes? Wtf.

The Indian government has gone back to trying to get Internet service providers (ISPs) to block all porn sites, a mission it has deemed impossible in the past, all because of a revelation that a teenager had surfed porn before raping a girl.

It’s surprising that the authorities have taken up the issue again since servers on which pornography is hosted are usually located outside the Indian borders.

But would banning pornsites or making “watching porn a non-bailable offence” really affect the number of rapes we have in our country?

If that is indeed true, we should probably make the following non-bailable offences too:

1) Watching movies like Ocean series – will help reduce the number of high-profile thefts.
2) Watching TV shows like Breaking Bad – will reduce the number of Drug Lords.

Sounds absurd, yes?

Firstly, rapes occured everywhere around the world even 100 years before porn websites were first introduced. Infact prostitution is one of the oldest professions in the whole world.

To harass or rape women comes naturally to a human being by what he chooses. Moreover, mainstream porn depicts consensual sex.

Secondly, contrary to how films and popular media portrays it – most people do not usually go marauding on the streets looking for sexual targets after watching a bout of porn.

If this really happens after all what would be the difference between us and those Stupid Illogical Islamic states. Moreover, if a person is unable to differentiate between reality and acting, it is the fault of the person as he/she is an idiot who lives in a dreamy world.

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Would You Lie Online?

Lying has been humanity’s favourite hobby since the oldest of eras.

But What is lying?

Lying is not just hiding the complete truth from someone.

It can be misguiding someone or hiding less important details.

People lie all the time, how many of you have told someone that you are on your way while you weren’t even literally out of your house?

Or tell someone that you ‘G2g’ (Got to go) on Facebook when you were bored of talking to that very person?

I’m sure almost all of us have done that. Yes, me too.

Guilty as Charged.

But the question remains that in today’s world where anything and everything you do leaves a trace, should you lie or more precisely should you lie online?

The answer is, try avoiding it.

Things such as Facebook, Text messages, Email etc. can be very easy to manipulate in helping you tell a lie. But the fix here is that whatever we do online, we leave a trace of it.

This ‘trace’ is informally called your very own ‘Online Fingerprint’.

An ‘Online Fingerprint’ can be anything from your browser’s saved history or archived messages in your friends’ inbox.

Never sign up for sites using fake information with the same email address you use because this can be easily traced back to you using the most simple tool, the friend to all, your very favourite, Google.

You must be wondering, what difference does it make if someone knows you lied and has proof of it.

Well, your question contains the answer.

Speculate this imaginary scenario where you lie to one of your friends about you being somewhere where you actually aren’t. The friend tells his mom that he is going to meet you and leaves his house and doesn’t return home for more than 24 hours.

Now the friend is missing and when his archive is being checked, the police realize its you who he must have gone out to meet.

As crazy as this must sound but you are dragged into the whole disappearing of your friend and now you are a potential suspect too.

This may be a speculation but that doesn’t make it being any less possible. Situations like these can be counted to hundreds or even millions. One simple lie, which when traced turns the whole situation upside down.

This networked age cannot be relied onto for lying. Lying must have been easy back in the days when no record of any lie could be found. But a fake profile from a recognized Email Identity and you are screwed.

I’ll conclude by pointing out the fact that honesty may have not been the best policy in the situations that relate to your life but for the virtual life that everyone lives now, try not to lie(wisely).

My Thoughts on Love

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It’s 3:28 at night, and I need to start work on a bunch of stuff I’ve been procrastinating for weeks. Well, I guess I can wait another hour.

I’ve wanted to write about this forever, but I just couldn’t. I was either too happy to think rationally, or too sad. I guess I do work in extremes.

Love.

I’m scared to admit it, but deep inside, I’m a hopeless romantic. (I know, I don’t look or talk like it.) I love the concept of love. I love watching other people talk about love. I love hearing other people’s stories of love. Heck, I just love love. But in no way does this mean that I crave it, or need it. I just enjoy it from afar.

I guess we’re all mature enough to understand that love is so much more than what meets the eye. Love, is the deep-rooted answer…

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