Voyeur (noun): a person who gets sexual pleasure from secretly watching other people in sexual situations, or (more generally) a person who watches other people's private lives
There is a class of criminals, say noted police authorities all over the world, which are on the rise and sort of define the latest trend in criminology. These are the “voyeurs”. Now, of course their definition applies to those heinous activities which do not fall under the domain of what might be called “normal” (Maddu pronunciation: “Naaaaaarmal”).
But as yours truly really discovered today what he had been suspecting for long was how there is a voyeur in each one of us. Stay with me here because the circumstances will not remain this serious for long.
Just remember the last time you took sadistic pleasure in a spicy gossip. Everyone has been there done that. I always think this particular trait unlike many others but also like some others, is immune to your background or your being. Its universal.
For reasons of privacy (read:mobbed), the name of the victim hasn’t been disclosed.
One day previously:
Professor: (Gibberish)
The Bulk: Oye Victim! Tell them about your rendezvous today!
Myself: Was that about what I think its about?
Victim: Yes, but she was just here enroute Dehradun, I met her for just some time.
No prizes for guessing what this blog will be all about.
Myself: C’mmon man! You know the drill!
*Victim doesn’t disclose anything of vital(?) interest.
2 hours previously (Events occur in real time):
Professor: (Gibberish)
The Bulk: Why isn’t the victim here?
Myself: Werent you supposed to bring him along?
The Bulk: I know but…wait I’ll call him! (Calls him)….ahaan! (Raised eyebrows, mild shock, slight understanding, mocking smile with a hint of sadism) Okay! He says he is someplace else.
Myself (putting two and two together): Can it be? That committed bastard!
The Bulk and myself then engaged in a coversation about sadism, curiosity, girls. I don’t know how books came into picture but yes they were mentioned. Meanwhile, the machine design tutorial was rotting on its own. It could wait. There were more pressing (pun intended) matters at hand.
The Bulk: That’s it! I cant wait! (Sorry Bulk, its my blog!)….(calls) Oye ass! Where are you?….(diabolical expression) …He says he’s at SP (it’s the R-land version of Saagar Ratna). Why the hell would he miss a class for SP?
Myself: If it is what I think it is then we should so go there.
The Bulk: Totally.
Myself: Awesome. (Music in my head: “Jailhouse Rock” by Presley)
So the duo sets out and on the way are encountered other morons.
Chorus: Why so happy?
buzz……buzz…..buz……buzzzzzzzz…… as all are updated
Chorus: Ohooooooooo…….
We march towards our destination, all perverted up. The victim comes from the opposite direction all smiles and with a dreamy expression accompanied by none other than the Pig himself.
Chorus: Shocking expression! (Music in my head: “Keep the faith” by Bon Jovi)
The Pig: You think we are dumb? We boarded them off as soon as you called.
Pervert # 1: They were MORE than one?
The Pig: Yes. (Music in my head: “The day that never comes” by Metallica)
14:59:57…..14:59:58…..14:59:59….15:00:00
P.S.: “You’re gonna have to trust me”-Jack Bauer to random people he meets on streets!
5 comments:
is the victim who i think it is?
if yes then i can't wait to know the whole story.
Heartbreaking indeed. On the brighter side, it gives us all hope. After all, she had friends, didnt she?
Sensing the opportunity, Udi has cut off all his ties with the scousers. It's only a matter of time before he swears his allegiance to the Red Devils, methinks.
@maaya....
yes i think you would know. get hold of me before he chokes me to death and in case i am found dead this stands asto who the prime suspect should be.
@dheela...
yeah but still. it was an opportunity lost. as far as Ud is concerned i am pretty sure when it comes to scouse thinking he was the same as the lot of 'em: Ask them 2+2 and their head my explode!
i waaant oasheeesh...dumbness personified!
Another big conundrum for a faccha, damn you write too good! Many things were kinda OHT (Over Head Transmission) for me. :P
@abhishek...
it was meant to be that way!
but i'd say you arent the first one, even myself i have understanding what i've belched off from the keyboard, nothing much you can really do eh?
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