C H E A T

I cheated on Vanita in my dreams. (Yes Raghav, Mental Adultery) Anyways, I was discussing with my cousin about such things (he's also in a heavy duty relationship), the real deal, and it turns out he's apprehensive as well. I believe, human beings are capable of anything and surprisingly so does he. (I really thought only I thought this lowly about myself)
A N Y T HI N G.
For a minute let's put aside that our faith in ourselves is astounding. The reasoning is like this, situations can master a man far better than what can be imagined. The guy who dropped the bomb on Nagasaki, knew that he was going to kill a lot of people. Probably he was vile enough to feel honoured about getting a top-secret mission to kill people; but he also was a nice enough man to promptly go insane once he came to know of the actual scale of the devastation that he had created. I mean, what did he really do, twiddle his thumbs cooped up in the cockpit of his plane for two hours and then pressed a single button; then headed right back home. C'mon. Adultery is kind of like that, not really. But kind of. You never want to do it(I hope most of you agree), but you could. Ask Freud if you don't believe me.

But, (drawing inspiration from another Japan centric source) I remember reading in one Karate book that half the preparation in defending oneself is to be aware and know what to do. But if one does go about to prepare oneself form a quick right hook, or a blow to the solar plexus or quick jab to the obliques, it's fairly easy. I mean, Karate is kids stuff. Hell, worst case you get beaten to pulp. The USAF pilot could have asked what the hell he was going to drop on the East Asians, maybe he could have stepped down from the task. But he never imagined it did he? This adultery business quite like that. You keep thinking, "I'm not like that" and then one day WHAM. You wake up with aTequila bottle in your neighbours house. (Not just Tequila. Whisky, Vodka, Rum could do the trick as well. If you mix 'em, you are screwed)

I do not think that I am the kind to stray, but, even if I was, I think my mind just put me on a one-night crash course of why not to. The dream may have been unreal, but the fear, shame and web of lies to veil even the dream were very real.

I don't have a good enough memory to pull off something that needs to be supported by a stack of sulphur matches (the million lies) that will not even last a second in the rough. Amen.