Sex Maniac

Yesterday, at a get-together of old friends, some of the stalwarts from our college days were remembered. Each of these stalwarts is an epicenter of widespread unrest and can unhinge, if not ruin, the most organised system if only he sets his foot in. To take up the task of sketching the character of these social desperadoes, would be an introduction to some of the impossible sorts that make up our world. People will find it hard to believe such turbulent individuals exist in our world. Their very presence can suck the environment of its natural peace. 

I am going to describe one here. I refer to this one as sexually deviant. Not that he had queer sexual preferences, but such hunger for sex is unheard of. Note that these idiosyncrasies fitted into his student life that obviously got extended in making place for such peculiarity at this station of life. In his words, man's life, at its basic, is a struggle for daily bread and weekly sex. Now, when such a well-founded idea of life is supplied by a monthly cash flow that answers expenses related to house rent, petrol, phone, cigarette, choice food with inclusion of fruit juice to cure hangover, hitting every new release at theater, how can sex be left out. 

This guy stalked the roads of the city to find the victim. He was always on the move. His eyes were analyzing the sex demographics of the place and the feasibility of investing his energies there. By the time I came into a close contact with him, he had already mowed many areas of its virgins. He was notorious in the college for his misdemeanour, so the areas and suburbs that were quite a distance from college became his haunts. Only an inkling of a girl's potential promiscuity was enough to set him chasing her. 

He was unknowingly a Freudian—Sex is at the root of human instinct. This conviction was fatal to girls and their partners. He rationalized: "You have a girlfriend. What for? If it's not sex lurking somewhere down in the garb of friendship, why not make friends with boys rather than go out of your way to be with a girl? If you treat her as a sister, it doesn't mean she doesn't crave for sex. May not be before you, but, left to herself, she won't remain a nun all her life." In both the scenarios, he deemed himself justified in arrogating his sexual rights over a girl. This rationale was given to the juniors in the college. If anyone desisted, it was being selfish and ignoring the favours shown during the ragging period. How could one be so mean as not to part with one's belongings when he voluntary offered his bike when asked for. Then, why this resistance when it comes to sharing a girl? Does a candle losing anything in lighting other candles! 

I remember a scene very vividly. He had endeared himself to some of my batch mates who were very studious, the idea being 'being with a winner makes you a winner'. These guys were so uncompromising in their studies that I kept my distance from them for the fear where my unassuming presence would disturb their devotion to books. Now, he used to request each of them to explain him a chapter or two. This worked for him. He was seen getting into the long neglected academic fold. He lodged at my friends' flat during the exams. Even I was there a day before the exam. It must have been an hour of a brainstorming session and coming to grips with the vast syllabus, when this hero of the story excused himself to grab a juice at the nearby fruit-stall. He went missing the whole day. They were worried for him as the exam was almost head-on. 

In the evening, I heard his bike halt at the door. Everyone was seriously revising the subject. There was a pin-drop silence, the one that made me very uncomfortable. He came in disgruntled, with thumping steps. When he entered the room, everyone asked with concern in their voice, "What happened Sir?" He threw his key chain in disgust and shrieked, "That bitch refuses to sleep!" And, the disappointment withheld his steps to the exam-hall. 

Once it so happened that a news leaked that a common girlfriend of the promiscuous folks was visiting the town. Where, how, nobody knew. All they knew was a 'why' and each wanted to answer it himself. This guy raided every hotel in the city but couldn't trace her. Around 5 in the evening he came home exasperated. We started recounting the names of the hotels he could check. He paid no attention as he had been to all of them. During our recounting exercise, someone uttered the name of 'Puskraj' and it infused a flurry of activity in him. He dashed out saying what a fool he was to miss checking on that hotel. 

One of my friends, managed to get behind him and they reached the hotel. He identified one of the boys from the group that had seized her. He hid himself behind the pillar. When the guy went upstairs, he stealthily followed him and saw him entering the room. He came down mulling over the whole episode, approached the receptionist, asked her to call up the room and tell the girl that her brother is waiting downstairs. That was an end to the orgy and the boys escaped one by one from behind the hotel with the girl left in the room. The uncontested leader went up and found his prey lying unclaimed! 

Every girl that he loved, he loved her from the bottom of his heart; after a few days, from the core of his soul, and then it was time for getting maximum returns on love. Sweet words, threats, promises, anything that would serve his end would be employed. He wanted a girl anyhow. If his efforts did not pay him with the good act, he would at least manage out some undignified pleasure that can be had by messing with the girl's person. There were occasions when he would surprise the girl from behind and make such persuasive and nagging appeal to get on the bike that the girl was left with no choice. Now, that's what I call a killing instinct! 

Once I asked him: "In so many flings that you have had, did you never take pity on a girl?" He replied, "Of course, I do pity them. But, it's like feeling pity for a beggar - overcome by compassion, you cannot bring every beggar home. Moreover, if I don't screw a girl, someone else would, then why not me." How convincing! Finally, he did clear his papers, landed a job and is now happily married. Now and then, he does call up his juniors asking for phone numbers of girls. And, all embittered hearts who failed to woo a girl, happily pass on the number. Usually, he plays a havoc at the girl's hostel.