The Sinister Task

Mrityunjay Mohan Borah | Mechanical | B.Tech. 4 days of my life; you don’t expect to be in

In movies, creepy ghosts, dirty zombies and seductive witches run after your life in the dark, in loneliness and in eerie haunted houses.

Being afraid of the same, I kept my lights on even while sleeping. I also used my refined engineering and mathematical skills to align my bed in such a way that I was at the closest distance from the door, always. Then one of my classmates, whom I deliver the contents and collect a

Yes, from the introduction this seems like a funny story, a story of sarcasm, of underlying humour and wit. Dear readers, it isn’t one.

Even today when I close my eyes, I am haunted by that incident that took place within a month after I joined college. An incident, which neither took place in the abandoned road near the Gajjar Bhavan nor in the still silence of the broken road near the abandoned hostel. It took place right at the heart of the institution, people. Few people have encountered this incident. I am one of them, one amongst the unlucky few.

It was a usual morning at college. Getting up, mentally preparing for the day, basic adequate hygiene practices and then sprinting towards the class for attendance. I was totally unaware that this day would prove to be one of the darkest such a scenario when you are with your friends. Similarly, naïve, I was unaware of the underlying dangers around me. It seemed like everyone was delighted and having fun.

considered my closest friend, turned his head towards me. He handed me some contents from his clandestine bag. The instructions were clear. I was supposed to in broad daylight and amongst a lot of

package from a particular place. I had never indulged in these kinds of activities; my friends back in my hometown used to do these summoning activities as a part of the trend but they knew my fears, my insecurities. I can still see my friend’s menacing eyes and his sly grin every time I am at that place.

Terrified, I turned to my other batchmates, hoping one of them will go along the ghostly way to save me. I was wronged. They compelled me, saying each one of them had paid their dues and that this was the only way to take possession of the stuff that will make each one of us happy, satisfied and powerful.

I took the first step towards the assigned track. I experienced every single eye shadowing me, even the ones you can’t see in the real world. I felt the chill along my spine. But I had to do this, rejecting this would have consequences far more catastrophic and disastrous in my life, I thought. I might be abandoned for the rest of my life, I might have to suffer a gut-wrenching pain for the rest of the day, ordered by the dark forces. For this reason, I kept going, even with my heart thumping a million beats per minute, even with tears welling up in my eyes and even with the poker-faced demon at the end of the road staring right through my soul. He extended his hairy arms and claws at which point I was supposed to say the magical chants to safeguard myself. I tried but something was grabbing my neck, something powerful; my throat became dry and I was unable to speak. I was going through a mountain of emotions every passing minute. I was just about to collapse from exhaustion when I mustered up whatever energy I had left and directed it towards saying “Bhaiyya teen Mysore Dosa”.

Serial killers or spree killers maybe monsters, as we call them, but they are not mindless. Results show that organized killers can have an average IQ as high as 99.2 on a scale of 100. This does explain how they are able to avoid getting arrested; but this killer IQ rate is also often accompanied by a genetic flaw and/or damage to the prefrontal cortex.

These anomalies shape their brains to live in a fantasy world where their actions are justified and consequent guilt does not exist. In their very own Riverdale, the pain of others is of no consequence as long as it fuels their sadistic pleasures. Since, sharing these fantasies is not an option, they choose to be away from people. This is where the IQ kicks in and helps them to pass off as ordinary men; just like the infamous Dennis Rader, also known as the BTK Killer, who was once the president at his church. When the boundaries of reality and illusion collide, the need for dominance, sexual conquest, and murder rises. The motive can range from lust to

A Peak inside murderous minds

Sanskar Panda | Comps | B.Tech. 3 s h h h h h h h s h h s h h h h h s h An Italian television series ‘Baby’ deals with romanticizing the delusions of power and control in prostitution. The real world deals with something far more dangerous and unnerving. Netherlands was the first country to legalize prostitution in the year 2000. Two decades later, 77 have further legalized it with 11 other countries allowing limited prostitution. The consequences of legalizing such a profession can be threefold. One, now instead of being

thrill or to trying to be a vigilante.

To spice things up a little, why not follow a pattern? Patterns are methods which are very specific to the killers and are followed every time they kill someone. Traumatic childhood experiences, hidden deep in the lives of the murderers usually provoke these patterns. The effects of such traumas first appear in their lives when they are just children. Things which would normally disgust young kids, like dead rats or birds, do not have the same effect on kids with troubled minds. It is more likely for them to derive pleasure from uneasy sights.Sometimes animals become their first victims and this is where they start forming their patterns, which they continue using later in lives. Patterns become very personal to them and seem to fill a void created long ago. So next time try not to mess with kids who had abusive parents. Things which trigger these people are very well hidden in their history and are ordinary things like blond hair or maybe a pendant that an oppressed individual, you are just a regular person with a day job. Two, this legalizes the use of a woman’s body as a work place as long as a price is met without any regard to the individual whatsoever. Three, instead of pimps, whores and brothels, more professional terms like clients, employees and partners can be used, making something ugly and rotten sound so professional. Deontology refers to a mode of ethical thinking in the western world. The concept is to universalize the rules of sexual consent. An importance to the rules rather than one’s actions is the primary focus in this principle. A brothel works with the same concept. Rules and regulations dictate the client-employee relationship and its boundaries. But there’s a catch, money. The #MeToo was a movement that was designed to deliver justice to women who were oppressed due to assault and violence. Yet, when sex workers came forward with their stories, they were widely disregarded. After all, how can a Supal Padmashali | Mechanical | B.Tech. 1 their mother wore. Such triggers often become the method of choosing their victims.

These minds are not devoid of emotions, not if you count the ones you feel when you kill someone. Instead, what they feel are just different from ones we normally feel. No offense to any murderous minds

Is it really her choice?

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reading this. sex worker ever be sexually assaulted?

The money in the business complicates things. Prostitution, instead of being about sexual violence is just about sex.

A client feels like he deserves something out of the employee just because he paid for it, no matter what the woman’s opinion is. She has no option but to comply in these situations because she does not have another choice. It’s either to suffer quietly or lose the roof over your head.

Prostitution, whichever way you take it, is a dangerous concept in society. It justifies the carnal desires of a person and physically embodies it and allows them to pursue it. A woman suffers through emotional, mental and physical trauma doing this job. She gets degraded to an object, even robbing her of the basic right to the freedom of speech. She does not have a voice of her own and all she can do is just exist. So, every time someone justifies prostitution, our world takes a turn in the wrong direction, one step at a time. Renesa 7