Confessions of a Cat-holic (157)

If you could spare a minute to google him, he was a judicial clerk for a U.S. District Court and worked as a Senior Counsel at Schaerr Jaffe LLP and served as Deputy General Counsel at U.S. Department of Homeland Security. He was the Special Counsel of the United States Department of Education (ED) and sat on the Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States (CFIUS), having filed briefs before the Supreme Court of the United States and elsewhere in the Federal Judiciary. Dr. Dasgupta earned his Ph.D. in the law of international trade and arbitration at the University of Cambridge. His resultant book International Interplay: The Future of Expropriation Across International Dispute Settlement offered constructive solutions in this field. Dr. Dasgupta also was an adjunct law professor at George Mason University's Antonin Scalia Law School and spoke globally on constitutional, international, administrative, national security, and trade law issues. He also served as a law clerk to Judge Consuelo M. Callahan at the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit and to Judge David A. Faber at the United States District Court for the Southern District of West Virginia. In addition to his Ph.D. from Cambridge, Dr. Dasgupta earned his law degree from the University of California at Berkeley (Order of the Coif) after Columbia; and his M.Sc. from the University of Oxford.

His titles alone could be as long as a short fiction.

An undergraduate degree from Columbia, a JD from Berkeley, and a master of law at Oxford, then a PhD of law at Cambridge, serving as the General Counsel at US Department of Homeland Security......

But I needed to give my sincere gratitudes to Riddhi. If I didn't file a complaint against Riddhi, Ed would not have videotaped me using surveillance cameras. If he didn't videotape me, his rapes could go evidence-free. It was all part of the plot, so I thanked Columbia, I thanked Riddhi, I thanked nonsense.

But please, let us not mistake the beginning of the story as the end. My filing against Riddhi was just the start of Ed's adventures in New York City.

Life in the city was never smooth and straight forward. Rumors, more rumors, more exaggerating rumors just started to come out like the Pandora box was about to open. In fact, all the undesirable and horrible things, including greed, envy, hatred, pain, disease, hunger, poverty, war, and death, were about to strike us humans. Life became a misery to the curious ones. Even if Pandora slammed the lid of the box back down, the last thing remaining inside of the box was hope. Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok, like a curse, all the disasters had begun.

That eventful September was about to come to an end to welcome the onset of October. Within one month since the day I landed in Manhattan, I already knew that life in this city was tough. Reality taught me to never trust anyone, even if he was your neighbor or schoolmate, and to never smile at strangers on campus and in subways, otherwise he could walk up to you for food and money. This was very different in other states. I had a road trip organized by Emily and her friends down to Virginia, where the TASA (Taiwanese American Student Alliance thingy) conference was held. I was accompanied by my best friend, Kelly and her boyfriend, Lawrence, of course. I could not believe what I saw. A white old lady was saying hi to me waving at us in the street, when we stopped at the gas station for some crispy creme. Almost heaven sent, people down in the south were way friendlier than New Yorkers, totally. In New York, I had had a random nigger coming up to me outside the Korean restaurant across the street from Carmen, asking me if he could lick my pussy, because I was wearing a pair of sweatpants from Juicy at the time.

New York just was not a place where you could afford to be friendly and nice. You could be mistaken as someone with motives if you appeared to be helpful and kind hearted. If you maintained eye contact with the black people in the subway for more than a second, just one second, he could come up to you and tell you his life story in tears, begging you to give him all you had in your wallet. New York was that aggressive, I was not kidding.