Show me the woman that you are; will you?

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Show me the woman that you are; will you?

“Men make women grow older.”

So here’s what is going on in my head for the lyrics of this to be house track:

1.    First verse: A girl grows up quicker than a boy, not just sexually, but also mentally. This happens because the moment she grows sexually, every man on the street develops an eye for her. A girl learns to live her life the hard way, and is always more mature than a boy her age. But what when a boy develops a liking for a girl who is a warrior inside, fighting every man in the world to survive, like a man? Hasn’t every woman felt strength within self at some stage, a power that closes the doors of her heart for every man until she opens them for him, simply because she doesn’t need a man? I love a girl, but I don’t know what’s going on in her head, for she’s too headstrong. She compares me with every other bad man she’s ever met in her life. How do I get my feelings across to her? How do I tell her to drop her walls and let me inside? How do I tell her, that I respect her as a person, that I respect her feelings?

2.    Second verse: A man is often crass and harsh in his ways because he lives in a man’s world. He deals with other men every day, and more often than not, he either has to shoulder his way through the day, or take a bitter pill when another man more powerful than him gets his way. A man appears very strong and self willed because that’s the way his life has trained him to survive. It’s a part of his evolution. But does that mean that a man is impervious to love? Does that mean that a man does not have a soft spot in his heart? How do I tell the girl I love, how much I need her touch, her softness in my harsh life? How do I show her the bruises that I carry? How do I tell her that even I need love?

3.    Bridge: Is it really possible for a man and a woman to live without each other and feel complete? How do I tell her that I am not her competitor, but I only want to be her companion? How do I make her realize that she needs me as much as I need her? How do I make her see how we compliment and complete each other? How do I touch her heart?

4.    Chorus: It will be the crux of the situation; the bottom-line of it all!

Well, what do you think about it? It is just a rough structure that I am working on. If you don’t like it, let me know and I will scrap it and write something else, maybe some school boyish pop. But, anyone thinks it’s inspired from my personal life?

Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

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Stalking versus Wooing

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Stalking versus Wooing

“Love is indeed only a war, for it is all about winning a heart.”

Love follows no rules. It can happen anywhere, anytime, to anyone, with anyone. And contrary to popular beliefs, it still follows the same principles; be it west or it east.

a)    Love has to be professed.

b)   Affection has to be earned.

c)    Commitment has to be proved.

Wooing is an integral part of this battle of hearts, doesn’t matter where in world you live. The only difference between a place like India or US would be; the girls are more approachable and direct about what they want in a society like US than an orthodox world like India.

What is wooing and why is it necessary?

When you fall in love with someone, the first demand of the situation is to make your interests in the person known to them. In a forward society like US where men are more confident about the way a woman would react, it is easier. In India it is a lot trickier, for not only is it hard to predict how a girl would react to a boy’s advances, but also how the people or society around would react. Say for example; if a boy was to approach a girl in a market place and she was to take offence to the mere thought that a boy has dared to fall in love with her, and were to turn around and slap him for the rudeness, or start yelling at him, rest assured, everybody in the market that day would dust their hands off on the boy, before handing him to the cops to remove the rust from their batons. In any case, in both the US and Indian examples, the first step indeed is to show your interest in the girl in some way or the other. The only difference would be the amount of time you’ll have to invest in such a display before you approach the girl with your heart in your hand. You cannot cold call upon a girl anywhere in the world. Love is not door-to-door knocking.

The job is not done just yet. Once you have let the girl know about your interests, and unless you both are looking for a one night stand, the answer wouldn’t be a yes straight away anywhere in the world, unless you were a world famous celebrity approaching an ordinary girl who is already smitten by you. The real labour of love starts from this point. You have to show to the girl that you are better than other boys seeking her, and have qualities worth falling for. It is all a part of the wooing. Doesn’t matter where in world you live, if you are serious about a girl, you have to man up and win her affections. Girls don’t fall for losers.

How long does it take to win a girl’s heart, or how long should you try to win it? Can anyone really answer these questions? A girl’s heart works on a probability that is un-calculable on account of all the unknown factors involved. In fact, this is true for any person’s heart. You never know who will fall in love with whom and when.

So should you continue to woo a person once they have refused you? Depends on how you rate your chances, and how you continue to woo a person once they have turned you down. If you have time to waste on one person, the whole life is yours to blow away. If you know how not to cross the limits of decency and wooing, you should try your luck as much as you want to. But remember to respect the difference between stalking and wooing all the time.

So what is stalking, and how is it different from wooing?

It is easy to say that any wooing that continues after a person has been turned down, constitutes stalking. My dear friends, the truth however is; any wooing that crosses the lines of decency and legitimacy, is stalking.

Wooing is about letting the person know you are interested in them, letting them notice what is good about you on their own, and only if needed, proving your willingness to commit. But all this should happen without involving their participation, voluntary or involuntary, except for the decision which rests with them. The moment your actions start involving their participation, like making them notice your presence everywhere, as in shadowing them physically, or hacking their online accounts, or their post mail etc, it is stalking. It is stalking if you start getting in contact with their person, property or loved ones before they have accepted your proposal (except in case of fraudulent/deceitful actions on their part, where you end up at their doorsteps to make a formal proposal, for that’s how a gentleman should approach his love interest, for the only way to know an answer is to ask the question), or when they have turned you down already.

In wooing you make them aware you are interested in them, but leave it to them to make up their mind. In stalking, you try to force them to like you. The difference is in asking whether they like you back, than in telling them to like you back. The difference is in displaying what is good about you, than forcing them to love you even if you are not good enough for anyone. The difference is in letting the person know that you are still interested in them even after being turned down, than letting the person know they have no other option but you. It is important to meet the person, profess your feelings and ask their response at least once. But it is not just stalking but is rather criminal, if contrary to their explicitly conveyed wishes or decision, you approach them, their loved ones, or property, even once without their formal invitation. Once you have been turned down, wooing should never cross the boundaries of no contact, for that’s when it becomes criminal (and not just stalking).

What however is a fraud?

It is easy for a person who is the centre of attention, to get carried away in the fun and not realize the moral responsibility they have towards other human beings. It is impossible not be loved by someone, unless of course you are such a bad person worthy only of hatred. But one cannot marry every person in this world, even if they wanted to. So you have to refuse a person you are not interested in.

Fraud happens when the person who is the centre of someone’s affections, misuses the emotional weakness of the person in love, to gain some advantage, whether financial, career wise, or purely platonic, like say for the heck of it as the situation is enjoyable. Fraud is when a person is made to believe there is hope, and gets played with like a game, when he should have been clearly told to not contact again straight away. A genuine person who is genuinely in love will continue to vie for the affections as long as they can, even after they have been refused, for it is hope that world lives on, and also the principle of wooing the one you love. Destroying someone’s life by playing on their hope is a fraud, which is un-pardonable.

Wooing within the limits of morality is the game and essence of love, and not stalking.

Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

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If I were to die (Video concept)

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If I were to die (Video concept)

“Art is what speaks more when it shows less.”

Video Outlook and Overview:

The video will be shot like a theatrical production and in an artsy way, as detailed in the scene by scene break down. In addition, to give the video a classical feel, the entire story in the video will move in a slow motion, slightly monotone, except for the miming parts where the artist will sing in sync with time. The video is to be shot with army’s “Parachute” squad and will involve stories of three soldiers, including one portrayed by the artist himself.

Basic Plot:

The artist will be acting as one of the two pilots of the helicopter/plane flying a squadron on a mission. The video will reflect on personal lives of two of the soldiers and the pilot, and as the story will unfold, with the situation getting worse on the ground after the squadron has landed, the artist will leave the controls of the helicopter/plane in the hands of his co-pilot, and will himself sky-dive to join the forces on the ground. Eventually the character played by the artist will be shown to have been injured in combat and recovering in a hospital with his beloved by his side.

Scene by scene breakdown:

The scene by scene breakdown below is explained in context with the various stages of the musical composition.

Scene 1:

As the music opens with the sound of birds chirping, the video will begin with shots of the airfield, like the shot of the area beyond the runway/helipad, the runway, the helicopter/plane on the runway. By this time the piano melody would be about to kick in. At this stage the screen will fade out into black, and as the piano melody will kick in, the black veil will lift as if a shutter is being pulled up, as a group of shoulders in the battle gear would be shown walking down the runway, with their goggles on, looking around as they walk. The artist (as the pilot) will then be shown as stepping out of the plane/helicopter (as the case may be), and he will share a salute with the soldiers. The leader of the pack will step forward, shake the artist’s hand, and then show him a map and point out the place where the drop will be done. The artist will nod his head and take the map in his hand, and climb up into the craft with the soldier. The scene will end with shots of the leader of the pack making the soldiers settle down, as the pilot and the co-pilot will ready the craft for take-off.

Scene 2:

As the first stanza will kick in, the artist will be shown miming while seated behind the controls of the craft. In between, in slow motion and as part of the story, the artist will show his co-pilot the map and point the location to him. The squadron leader will join them. As the three will nod their heads and flash thumbs up, a bit of laughter from behind will catch their attention. The rest of the squad will be shown laughing at one of their fellows sitting in a corner when one of them will snatch the wallet he had been looking at from his hand. The wallet will have the image of that soldier’s girl (that can be inserted during editing of the video). The scene will continue with the leader rebuking the men jokingly while the soldier will take the wallet back and try to put it in his pocket, before opening it once again to have another look. These shots mixed with the miming parts of the artist will lead to the first drop at the end of the first stanza.

Scene 3:

As the line “if I were to die” finishes and just as the piano and baseline kicks in at the drop, the first shots of the girl will appear. She will be shown running and turning around in a field (or perhaps an old Fort) in a flowing light coloured skirt, her hair flying in the air, a handkerchief or a similar piece of cloth in her hand flying in the air, a big smile on her face. The scene will mix shots of the soldier looking at his wallet, or looking away in the distance as he remembers her, and the scenes of the girl. Their love story is based on a love story between a young recruit and a college/university student, or a recent pass-out. Hence the scenes of the girl will include:

a)    The girl sitting on a table at a small open air restaurant giving a funny but cute smile looking straight in the camera (as if in response to a tease by the soldier who will be represented by the camera), a lemonade/coconut with a straw lying in front of her.

b)   The girl sitting on a bench in a park, raising her notebooks with her hand as if trying to hit the soldier (again represented by the camera), as if the soldier had just played a prank on her.

c)    The girl walking away in a park teasingly, to turn around and wave a good bye at the camera, as if teasing the soldier.

d)   The girl making funny faces as if teasing the soldier.

Just before the second stanza kicks in, the artist will be shown miming the one line before the humming starts to indicate the imminent second stanza.

Scene 4:

The scene starts with the artist miming the first line of the second stanza, and will then shift to the soldiers behind him who will be shown asking their leader about his family. The squadron leader will pull out his wallet and show them the picture of his wife and a young child. The squadron leader will look at the picture and then far away, and as the camera will close in on his eye(s), the scene will shift to his house where his wife will open up the door for him, in a beautiful light coloured flowing dress. As she will pretend to kneel, as if a king is entering the house, and then step aside to let the camera in (once again camera will represent the soldier), the camera will make way towards the bedroom of the house. As the camera will enter the bedroom, we will see his wife playing with his young child, say monopoly or a similar card game (if the child is older in age), or playing with the infant on her knees. Alternatively, if the child is old enough, she could be shown helping the child with the homework. As she will realize the soldier has come in, she will look at him and smile and then point out to their child, as if saying, “Look daddy’s home.” If the child is old enough he will run towards the camera with his arms open to hug the camera, and if the child is an infant then the camera will close in on the child as if the soldier has rushed to his child. As the camera will approach the child’s face (in either case) the camera will look up at the wife again who will teasingly ask the camera to follow her. As the camera will walk out of the room, it will make its’ way to the kitchen where the wife will be standing next to their child who will be sitting on the dining table, feeding the child with her own hands. On seeing her husband (the camera) she will call him to come and sit at the table with cute hand gestures, and then she will be shown picking up a dish and putting it in front of the camera, and then picking up a bowl to pour some food onto it. What is in the bowl will never be shown in the video (for it will be empty). At this point the artist will break the soldier’s trance with a finger snip, bringing him back to the reality, and will then gesture how it’s time to get moving. At this point the stanza should be about to end and the piano melody and baseline about to kick in.

Scene 5:

As the last line “If I were to die” will finish, just at the point when baseline and piano melody kicks in, the soldiers will jump out of the plane/helicopter. The scene will mix footage of soldiers jumping out, opening the parachutes (taken from above from the craft), with the footage of two soldiers posing on ground randomly (as if taken prior to the take-off), and the footage of the two girls. While the girl of the first soldier can be shown running away from him teasingly through a field (or a Fort), the wife from the second story can be shown running around the house, dogging the soldier in a playful manner as their child will look on from a side. The scene will end with a shot of the soldiers landing (taken from the ground), and running away in a direction, when the artist will be shown miming the line that finishes the segment, and the humming starts to kick in the third stanza.

Scene 6:

The artist will once again mime the first line of the third stanza. The scene will then shift to the ground where the soldiers will be shown to be pinned down by the enemy. One of them will be shown gesturing to another one as to how many enemies can he sight. The other one will respond as if he has no idea, and then gesture to the squad leader as if asking him what next. The squad leader will pause for a moment and look down as if contemplating next action. He will then turn to his radio guy and radio in to the craft. The scene will then shift to the craft where the artist will take off his headset/helmet in anger/frustration and get up from his seat in the cockpit. His co-pilot will look at him surprised and gesture with his hand as if asking what he is up to. The artist will respond with his hand pointing towards the ground, implying that he is going down. The co-pilot will be be-wildered and shake his head in surprise as he will turn around and watch the artist walk out of the cockpit. In a couple of quick flashes the artist will be shown putting on the commando wax on his face, and putting on a commando cap on his head and turning it around and walking up to the door to take the jump. At this point the stanza should have hit the last line “If I were to die”.

Scene 7:

As the words “Baby girl” (that are heard in the background and signal the imminent rap part of the song) play, the music will stop. The artist will jump out of the plane as the sound of a heart-beat will be played in the background. At this point the screen will fade out in to white. The heartbeat will then be heard again as a frame of the artist lying on a white sheet of cloth (hospital bed) will be shown before fading out into a white screen when a continuous beep sound will be heard (the one used in movies when someone’s heart has stopped beating). At this point the music will kick back in with the words “Hell yeah” (heard in background and which bring the rap verse in), and the scene will shift to the hospital where the artist will be shown lying unconscious. The camera will move out of the hospital room and walk to a corner where the artist’s girlfriend will be shown praying to God with her hands folded in a prayer, eyes closed, and tears rolling down her eyes. The scene will shift back to the room where the artist will be shown waking up from his unconsciousness. His concerned girlfriend will then be shown standing by the door wiping her tears as the artist will smile at her sight. He will wink at her teasingly with a smile as she will rush to him and hug him as he will caress her with his one hand around her back, and his other stroking her hair. He will raise his head slightly to kiss her on her head. He will be shown saying something to the girl, who will raise her head, wipe her tears, shake her head as if replying in negative to something, and then hugging him again. The scene will then show the artist miming a few lines of the rap in real time before it will show flashes of his girl in various scenes like:

a)    Smiling, with flowers in her hand.

b)   Tilting her head to a side as she leans to a classic looking lamp post by a bench on the side walk.

c)    Turning her head around as she rides away on a ladies bicycle, or alternately walks away giving a flying kiss.

The scene will lead to the final scene with the artist and his girl holding each other’s hands and closing in to hug each other, putting their heads together, then turning away from the camera and walking away. The scene will fade out into white.

Scene 8:

The final scene will fade in from white and will finish the song as the song will reach its’ final few bars. The scene will show the group of soldiers, along with the artist, marching in an exaggerated flamboyant manner, in a single spread out file and towards the camera. The final shot will be taken from the side when the scene and the song will close with the soldier turning their heads to look to their right and giving a flamboyant salute. (The details of the marching and salute style will be explained in detail at the time of shooting.)

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My Innocence Wronged

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My innocence wronged

“Beauty is felt by heart, experienced by senses, trampled by corrupt and saved by love!!”

Note: The following story is loosely based upon some of my personal experiences. Other than the incident that happened at the “Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi,” no person or event mentioned in the story bear any resemblance to any person or event, dead or alive, beyond the limits of fiction. It is a story which is not true even when it is! I guess, it is about a “Writer’s liberty” but a “Reader’s discretion”! Read it for entertainment.

It was a chilly January evening, the seventh day of the eighth new year of the twenty first century (2007). As the Toyota Qualis made its’ way from a sleepy but lovely town of Patiala to the national capital of India, sitting by the window side watching the dark scenery zoom past and way behind, I had big dreams in my eyes, innocence in my heart, hope in my mind and an enthusiasm and excitement that just about overpowered the strong pain of parting the loved ones. I was migrating to Australia, and come ninth of January I would be in Adelaide. It was pleasure mixed with pain, but all well worth the honest and best intentions I’ve always had in my heart for everyone. We reached New Delhi, and after an emotional farewell to my parents, brother and my favourite cousin, I entered the airport beyond the line any of my blood or friends could have followed me that day. The heart was heavy, but the zing in my feet unmatched.

Little incidents can sometimes have far reaching consequences, but nothing could be worse than an honest man punished for being firm on his principles. But for an ordinary man in a corrupt society, honesty is a curse to avoid with a ten feet pole. But then if everybody was to follow this principle, the world will no more be a place worth living in, will it be?

As I went through the baggage scan and checked my luggage in, I finally made it through to the immigration clearance counter. The queue was expectedly long, not because India is a huge population and because it attracts huge number of tourists and visitors, but simply because the “Indira Gandhi International Airport” is one of the busiest places in the world. You could be there to see off your friends and relatives, but just might end up getting pushed into a waiting plane by the massive crowd.

Anyway, I waited in the queue patiently for the officer to call me for paper clearance. I had my India passport ready with a valid visa for Australia, and a plane ticket. All this guy was needed to do was, screen my passport and cross check my background details to make sure I am not a wanted man absconding from the country. And surely enough, he did that. But India has been brought more shame on its’ face by the rampant corruption than by the traitors in the history.

“How did you get an Australian immigration?” he asked.

“I applied as a School teacher and I had the merit to clear their conditions for immigration approval,” I replied.

“Oh!” he quipped, “How long have you been a teacher for?”

“Five years now,” I replied.

“Government School or private?” he asked.

“Government school,” I replied.

“Have you resigned from your job or have you taken leave?” he asked.

“I have taken without pay leave as I don’t know how well I will be able to adjust,” I replied, “If things don’t work out, I will return.”

“Have you got a permission to leave the country?” he asked.

“I have informed my department and I am on without pay leave,” I replied.

“Show me a letter which says you are allowed to leave the country,” he stated.

I had a copy of my confirmed without pay leave for my records, bearing the details “Allowed to leave”, which was all that I needed for the records of Education department. I showed it to him but he had something else in his mind.

“I want to see a permission letter from your state’s Education Minister or Directorate Public Instructions,” he asked for something which is not even the least of the norms, his intentions clear, he wanted to create trouble. The only reason when a Government employee does such a thing is when he is interested in a bribe.

For an upright honest man who has never till date cheated or underperformed or been corrupt in his work, for a “Jatt-Sikh” who prefers fist-solution than a brain-teaser, I was incensed. But I still kept my composure and replied, “I’ve shown you all the record or permission I will ever get from my department.” For someone based in the heart of the district under whose jurisdiction my village school fell in, I had been doing all the official letters exchange between the school and the education office. I was a prominent force behind converting a sleepy village school into an almost modern school that competed neck to neck, not only with the private schools around the village, but whose students dared to challenge the might of students from model schools based in the district itself (my records and work I did in the school during my tenure there speak for themselves). And above all my mother had always been a teacher (retired as a senior lecturer, and was due for a promotion to Principle/headmistress when she retired this year) and I had learned everything about the way Education department works in my home itself. I knew everything about the “State Education Department”, how it worked and what sort of permissions you get, and above all, where and when you need to get permission. The officer was talking crap because all he wanted was a bribe, and we both knew it very well. It was not a part of his job to know if I had permission from my department in the first place.

When the corrupt officer insisted, I finally put him in his place, “I have a valid passport, the Australian Government has issued me a valid immigration; who the hell are you to question me?” I finally lost my temper, for that is the only way to sort out corrupt officials in India.

“I am the officer from home ministry and I can stop you,” he said something on these lines, I don’t remember exact words.

“If I miss my plane today dude,” I retorted emphatically, “You will not be left capable of working for any department in India. And I am well aware of what you are capable of and what your duty is. Don’t teach me!”

By this time the people in the queue behind had become impatient, and the officer working in the cabin next to him had also come over to his counter to have a look at the matter. The two murmured something to each other, I was handed back my passport and papers by the second officer, and was cleared to leave. Had I been in the wrong in any way and that officer had any real authority to stop me on the grounds he was talking about, after what happened there and what I had said, and the way I said it, there is no way in the world he would have let me go beyond that check point. This is all the proof needed to prove his corrupt intentions.

I moved on, trying best to calm myself down, but little did I realize what harm corruption can do to an honest man. My life changed after that one incident. That corrupt official, and perhaps his friend alongside, issued a false alert against my name to the Australian authorities, perhaps stating they had concerning information about my intentions and activities. The Aussie intelligence agencies had no reason not to be suspicious, for they had no previous information about me to trust me.

I arrived in Australia, an experienced teacher, an upright man, self-righteous and enthusiastic. An ordinary man, my dreams were small; a good job, then a good wife, then a couple of naughty kids. But alas, world is cruel only towards those who don’t harm it!

A spy was duly assigned to infiltrate my life, get all the information about me, and report anything suspicious, or else clear me. But then who says Government agencies only hire Einstein and Newton? If Governments can be run my morons and corrupt, what makes you think intelligent agencies are not made up of retards and differently-abled?

The individual I was assigned to had two things to check on about me; what were my real intentions, and what kind of a person I am so as to be allowed to undertake teaching work in schools where young girls study. The jerk failed miserably on both accounts. For someone who shares his heart and truth out with each and every friend of his, the mole couldn’t gauge the kind of person I was, even from close quarters. Perhaps these people have never known an honest and straightforward man like me (which is a statement in itself about the state of affairs and the kind of people who work in such an organization), so much so that my honesty must have felt fake and other worldly to them.

For a man who believes pre-marital sex to be a sin, who didn’t do it with the only girl he had a relationship with, who has never asked a girl again once she has refused him, do I like hot and sexy sixteen year old school girls in their miniskirts? Let me just put it this way, “I am not a paedophile!”

But for someone who had realized what was happening, I played a trick, a trick that will subsequently expose their game when the time comes.

But alas! My testing never ended. Thanks to the incapacity of their hired gun, it was decided that my teaching qualification had to be rendered redundant just in case, and also to make sure I am not free to fly to US and other nations once I get an Australian passport. For this they needed a chic to trap me and embroil me in some kind of a kinky scandal; a honey trap.

However unfortunately for them, I had already fallen in love with a girl. So the first job they had on their hands was to create a barrier between that girl and me. Luckily for them it didn’t cause them much of a headache as the girl, the nice human being that she is, turned down my overtures as graciously as she could have. That was the end of the story. However, not after an attempt had been made to malign the girl’s reputation in my eyes, details of which I cannot share, and perhaps never will.

As the time trudged along, I got over my feelings for the previous girl. A true optimistic, I was head over heels in love again, this time with a girl who changed not only my entire life, personality and beliefs, but who is going to be remembered as the idiot who made a choice that changed the future of the world. I kept my love for her secret from everyone until the time came when I had to see her the first time in person. The cat was finally out of the bag!

This time the spies had an advantage, and they abused it to the fullest. Not only they were intent on destroying my reputation but I was in love with a girl who was desperately looking for cheap publicity to promote herself all the time. While I was ready to die for her, she only saw me as a means to an end. I am sure it mustn’t have taken much of an effort on the part of my detractors, convincing her to connive! She was going to get the publicity, they were going to malign my name; my teaching career was going to be shredded on one side, and my wings were going to be clipped on the other. With an Australian passport I was free to enter and leave US at any time, any number of times in a year, which they didn’t want, due to their self created fears out of the false alarm on one hand, and an incompetent moron of an intelligence agent on the other. Wolves were scared of the vegetarian Lion!

Her instructions were clear and simple. She had to convince me she had feelings for me and make me follow her around and finally visit her place, all this without leaving a trace of an evidence against her name. It was made amply clear to her not to turn me down ever, for now they knew if she did so, I would never contact her again. They were hoping that my frustration at her misleading but enticing behaviour followed by a shock revelation that she doesn’t even know me would upset me enough to make me lose my calm and react violently. Cameras had been installed to capture the moment of my downfall, witnesses and help were ready inside the house, only the party never happened.

For a man who abhors violence, who believes tolerance is a gift to be shared and spread for it to grow, who respects girls, their wishes and freedom, who was brought up strictly by his mother and teachers to respect women and elders, to respect girls; they failed to figure out a simple truth in their calculations, “I was never going to resort to violence, least of all for a girl, and against a girl!”

Their sick attempt failed and fell flat, so left with no choice they misused every possible statutory authority they could have enjoyed in their legal capacities, and tried to create evidence against me. Unfortunately for them, a qualified Forensic expert, that too one of the best in the business, I slapped evidence after evidence on their filthy faces, and everyone who was a part of their shenanigans ended up getting entangled.

Left with no choice, they stooped to their lowest levels and tried their best to harass me, to shut me up, to stop me from fighting for justice. Unfortunately for them, they have started what is beyond their powers to stop now.

Today as I sit here writing my story to share it with everyone, I have no dreams in my eyes, a heart made of stone, a ruthlessness in my mind, and an anger and determination that are way more overpowering than any softness I ever had in my heart! My innocence is long dead!

Enjoy,

Fatal Urge Carefree Kissing “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

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