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Posted on July 24, 2007
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To look at their excitement was to think that they were indulging in the adolescent practice of surfing porn. No two guys were allowed to look that excited if they weren’t looking at pictures of naked chicks. There was clearly a leader and a follower and the leader had control of the keyboard and the mouse. His name was Kartik and his face glowed from the reflected light of the computer screen.

He clicked on another link and said, “Now check this out.”

They were on a social networking page and he was eagerly pointing various parts of the page out to his new friend Naman who seemed to share his enthusiasm but was not vibrating like a finely tuned instrument of pleasure at the moment. In fact he looked largely unimpressed.

Kartik noticed and said, “Okay let me show you the really good parts,” he clicked on the picture of a very pretty girl and continued, “You know how it was done in the old days right? If you liked some girl? You made friends with a guy who lived in the same building so you had reason to go to his house and peek into her window…or if you had no contacts in the building you tried to figure out where she lived, what her last name was and then you tried all the options in the phone book for her number.”

Naman was frowning at him, “I never did that but okay…”

Kartik nodded, “Yeah me neither but still, it was how it could be done, back in the day.”

“Okay, so?”

“Now we have beautiful applications like this one that make it easier than ever to figure out the comings and goings of any hottie you have your eye on.”

“What do you mean?”

Kartik clicked on a link and said, “Check this out. See, I don’t know this chick but I think she’s pretty hot so what do I do? I click here and find out her birthday, where she lives (atleast which city she lives in), who her friends are, what music and movies she likes and even what parties or social events she’s going to be attending. It’s all there.”

Naman was impressed, “Fucking hell!”

“Oh you’re getting it now aren’t you my young Padawan!”

Naman leaned forward, “Oh I’m getting it alright.”

“Yeah man, the possibilities are endless, especially if said hottie happens to live in the same city as you.”

“How do you mean?”

“It’s not difficult to meet someone if there is a common friend connection. Then you just make sure that you share enough of your likes with her.”

“Like how?”

“Say she likes romantic comedies…you become the guy who thinks it’s cool that Hugh Jackman can find it in him to do the sappy comedies along with the brainier stuff like The Fountain and still make a convincing Wolverine.”

“Oh I get it, her favourite music becomes your favourite music, if she likes horror you love horror…not a bad strategy.”

“Also, if she claims to be in a relationship with someone, you can go to his page and suss him out. What he likes, who he hangs out with…is he a nerd, a jock or a total loser who just happens to have bagged a hot chick?”

“And then?”

“You play everything he’s not, except for those qualities that you know she likes in him. Next thing you know, boom! She’s listing herself as single again.”

“Awesome.”

“Have you tried any of this stuff?”

“Are you kidding? I once got this chick so excited that she had found her soulmate I got a blowjob in a nightclub toilet.”

“Shut up! Show me more.”

“I guess you can also use the system to fuck with people but that also involves some hacking and shit.”

“Meaning?”

“Oh you know…list a bunch of girlie movies as some macho guy’s favourites and change the words in some girl’s profile to make her out to be a psycho slut or something. It’s funnier if you give her cellphone number out after you’ve done that.”

“Hey I remember something like that.”

Kartik was so absorbed in what he was doing he didn’t hear the change of tone in Naman’s voice. So all he offered in response was a distracted, “What?”

“There was this chick right, from around here who went a little crazy after someone pulled a prank like that?”

Kartik stopped his busy activity at the computer for a moment, “I don’t know…”

“Come on man, cyber savvy guy like you. You must have heard about the girl, what was her name again…?”

Kartik shrugged, “No clue dude.”

“Fuck it, it’ll come back to me. Yeah so this chick, some naughty pictures of her, which were supposed to be private by the way, ended up on the Internet, along with her cellphone number. I think they had to turn off the service after some time because the calls just kept coming and she…I think she went mad.”

“You know what I always say about naughty pictures?”

“No. What?”

“Don’t take them if you don’t want them on the Internet someday. Nothing stays secret on the web forever.”

“You know, I have to agree with that.”

There was the soft metallic ding of a metal baseball bat’s head against the floor. Kartik looked over his shoulder, “Dude what the hell are you doing with that baseball bat?”

Naman didn’t directly answer the question. Instead he said, “Her name was Laila wasn’t it?”

A weird expression turned up on Kartik’s face and he turned completely around, “I don’t know. Dude, what is this?”

Naman swung the bat and it made solid contact with Kartik’s left side. Two of his ribs cracked like knuckles before an exam, “Her name was Laila and those photographs were the first naughty thing she had ever done for a guy she was madly in love with.”

Kartik wasn’t listening because he was trying to get enough air in his lungs to scream. Just when he finally felt like he had enough and his lips parted, Naman shoved the handle of the bat into his mouth and it nearly caused his tongue to disappear down his throat, “One word out of you, you little shit and I will smash your skull in. Take your beating like a man.”

Kartik had chipped three teeth on the bat and the effect of the metal grazing against his front teeth had sent a shockwave of pain so strong into his every nerve ending that he felt like he would pass out at any minute.

Naman withdrew the bat and Kartik felt one of his front teeth give from the force. He tried to speak but everything was out of whack, he didn’t know how to form words, he didn’t know how to breathe and with some surprise he realised that he had pissed himself.

Naman raised the bat over his head and said, “Her name was Laila, she was a good person and she was the love of my life. She didn’t deserve what you did to her.”

He brought the bat down in a fierce arc and Kartik’s world exploded and then went black.

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