Sandeep Thakre

Relationship Status..

2014-06-15T14:31:00.000-07:00

Some dates can go terribly wrong. (For ex. What is Worst?)

With an experience of some really bad dates I have concluded to a analysis that; if on earth any time I go out with a girl, there has to be a fiasco. So keeping away my emotional feeling about the privacy with girl (Or may be sexual feelings) I try to keep my friends around whenever I go out with “her” (Any of them).

But Bad days comes with a well-planned strategy while the good ones just pass waving hands like (another) “she” going out of house after the (you know what) good time. The day or to be precise the night came up with the event marked of (yet another) get together of friends at a friend’s place. Living out of home town for so called working purpose is a reason to get out of the everyday lecture of parents about the embarrassment they face every day when they see you half naked sleeping in your shitty room and thinking of what wrong they actually did “then” that gave birth to this creature (awesome one). Although this embarrassment is not over yet as the financial part of the creature is still with them.

So we were such creatures graduated from engineering and placed in awesome jobs doing marketing, customer relationship, BPO and all those stuff that wasn’t even close to the syllabus we studied. It was just these get together that was holding us and giving the courage to go on in a hope of the “miracle”. However each party costs around 500K each from the meager salary and huge debt from parents.

Party started with rape of some really awesome songs and recording sessions in smart phones of the super singers of the team. Every Engineer has a talent that he recognizes till the end of the four year course. But then the time has fled away and all that left is a really emotional story of murder of a talent, whose responsibility is evenly distributed among society, parents and the engineering college management. This is when one beer comes to an end.

The Girl friend part of the team do not support the fact of drinking and smoking for few days but later they the leaders of the gang with some well researched brands. After everybody one beer down starts the real story.

That fine day: (‘Coz this one’s special)

“Come on Sunny… You have to take the dare… we know all truths about you” said Ronny in the stupid after drunk Truth and dare game.

“Yea Buddy be a man” Ishan (The guy who says all is) “Yea buddy be a man”.

“Do it na... Everybody is insisting so much” Kitty (The girl of dreams who is now the biggest confusion of life).

After thinking (wasting) for some seconds “Ok tell me what you got” I said.

Now this is the go signal. The only last job of every friend’s life let it be a boy or a girl in the circle is to bring out that commitment from within you that you were running from since all the days of engineering years. But the real problem was “Abhi to sath baithne ki himmat aaye hai… Propose maar ke agar usne nahe bol dia to dil tootne se maut ho jayegi aur ha bol dia (galti se ) to heart attack se”.

“Change it” Rimmy says. (The girl who suddenly becomes dominant in such situations)

“What??” I asked.

“Your Facebook’s relationship status” said Ronny.

“What are you serious?” said Kitty. (Blushing I don’t know why?)

“No way...” I replied.

“You have to... No other way, Remember when you asked me to ring the doorbell of everyone’s flat in apartment in 2 o’clock. You have to do it bastard” said Ishant.

Everybody paused and looked at him.

“Come on buddy be a Man” (Yes, now his sentence was over. Officially)

“Are you kidding me.. I can’t do this my family members are on facebook” I tried to excuse though everybody knew none in my family have touched internet in their entire life.

“Don’t you love her.” Rimmy asked.

*That Awkward silence*

*That frightening look from her*

*That laughter in everybody else’s stomach which was to trying hard to explode*

“It’s not like thaaaa…”..

“Ohh…. Hussshhh” expressions from “her” and them before even me completing.

“I you don’t do they you have to bear punishment” announced Ishant.

*Calculations*

*Beer for everybody*

*Total = 1200 *

*Shit…*

“Do we have internet or again we are sneaking into neighbor’s wifi?”

***

After the dinner which is actually some time closer to breakfast time around 3 in morning, Kitty came up with an idea to go for a walk out of nowhere. Absolutely that was another misconception among others and we two love-ly birds are in middle of the road in dark new moon night.

The biggest fear of my life is dogs, I can run twice my speed, drive four times faster and even fly if needed. After a walk around the apartment when we came back, there was this dog standing on the main gate with his tail up.

*Tail up means you are F@#ked up*

Dog on the way means, No way I am going that way.

“Comeon, you coward he is not going to eat you” said kitty.

“He is not going to eat you”

“He is going to eat you”

“He is going to eat you” the words were roaming around in my mind.

“I am not going that way” I declared.

“Come on be a Man” she said. I looked at her with narrowed eyes.

She was pulling my hand inside and I was dragging her outside. When a sound (rather a roar), landed on my ears.

I turned back and there were two police officers standing there. And obviously from our positions and my appearance I was already standing behind the tihad bars.

I left her hands and moved slightly away from her. The officers approached.

“Madamji… Was he teasing you?” The fat one asked.

“No sir... Actually” I tried to explain and…

*faad faad*

Two slaps already on my cheeks.

*Tears rolling*

*Mummaa*

“Tell me ma’am… What’s the problem” The fat one continued.

This is the ultimate concentration of power in one hand. She looked at me and waited for a few seconds. My heart beats were already echoing around the world. One wrong statement from her even in state of panic situation and my life is fucked up.

“Sir he… He is my boyfriend.” She replied.

“Boy friend???” the inspector looked at me and then at his associate.

“E boy friend… Saabji kahi laundia wo to nahe?” the pure north Indian Hindi accent.

“Wo matlab?”

“Saabji wohi….. Night rider” both eyes at me, the on her.

Indian society Facts: 1. Handsome boy and Average girl : Boy is womanizer.

2. Average boy and Beautiful girl : Girl is a Whore.

So since in our case she was a “Night Rider” describes my appearance.

“No No sir… We really are friends.. Look at our facebook status it shows we are in relationship” she said all in single breath.

(Facebook status? I mean seriously… Mere begunahi ka sabot mera relationship status hai? )

“Saabji laundiya sahi bol rahi hai.. Facebook status ke sath koi ched khani na kare..” The associate added.

(What the hell!!!)

The two checked the facebook accounts. Yes we were strongly openly and just-few-hours-ago-ly in relationship. The officer looked at me and asked “ Why were you pulling each other on the gate, by the way?”.

“Sir there was a dog on the gate, he is afraid of dogs and I was tell him not to be” Kitty said.

*Embarrassment Returns (Never went actually)*

The two looked at me and then on the gate. Man’s best friend was not there.

*More embarrassment now with Kitty joining me*

“Hmm whatever it is.. Go and sleep in you houses, don’t roam out side in night. World is not that safe now a days.” The officer said and started to move away. Kitty also started to move inside the apartment. I just turned when a hand held me on shoulders.

“Betaji naam number aur username likh liye hai… 6 mahene tak monitor hongi, relation status zara sambhal ke rakhio..” the police man said.

I gave him an awkward smile and started walking to the flat. I don’t know whether he was kidding or not, but the sense of fear is surely going to make this relationship even stronger than before. I guess I suddenly was getting the concept behind the huge success rate of arrange marriage over…

Aaunga ek din (Music Video teaser)

2013-12-21T06:29:00.000-08:00

Genre:- Music

Cast:- Tanushree, Vinay Mojes

Lyrics, Vocals and Music Director:- Vinay Mojes

Producer:- Ramesh Iyer, Rahul Mishra

Cinematographer and Director:- Sandeep Thakre

D.I. Colorist & Editor:- Akash Jumde

Kick Start (A short film)

2013-06-06T00:55:00.004-07:00

Plot: Every person has an event in his or her life that acts as a turning point for him. This can be a cat crossing way, mother's blessing or father's kick on ass. The movie shows such an event of a business tycoon whose life was changed when he met a girl in an auto-rickshaw ride.

Genre:- Comedy/Drama

Cast:- Ajaj H. Khan, Priti Narnaware, Vijay Bhakte, Mayur Chavan

Produced By:- Ramesh Iyer, Rahul Mishra

Story, Screenplay and Directed By:- Sandeep Thakre

Cinematographer:- Sumit Tatkade

D.I. Colorist & Editor:-Akash Jumde

Zhapatlela-1 and "First love of my life"

2013-04-29T11:26:00.003-07:00

Today the theatrical trailer of the second installment of 1993 Marathi blockbuster got online and the flashes of memories replayed like that of cut-to-cut sequence in the promo of the film.

Firstly apologies to all my readers for my sudden disappearance. The reason must be known to you from my previous post which was also a promo of "MY SHORT-FILM 'ANA'". (No applauds please). To tell you the truth, I was on a spiritual journey of finding the new levels of expressing the flood of extensive, immense, huge ideas.... OK let's get back to the story.

So the '93 blockbuster starring Lakhsmikant Berde, Mahesh Kothare was a huge hit and is one of the only marathi films that was released overseas. (Applause NOW) Though that time ('93) it wasn't of much help to me (I was a kid then.... Loved, Cared, Praised, Appreciated.. What ever let's discus this on some other post, some day :'( ) it came into play when I was in 8th grade ('06).

There was this girl called Priya(Yo people THARKI RETURNS!!) who was strangely growing sexy almost everyday. I don't know whether I am right or wrong, but I noticed this change (You know!! Huge-Huge-ing-Huge-er) every morning in assembly prayer when everybody seriously prayed to God singing random bollywood songs with closed eyes, while I used to check on heavenly chicks and their manipulating features.(God's gift). I mean there were days when literally my eyes never cloud reach her face, when started staring her from feet. (And people used to say "Bada shareef ladka hai, kabhi nazar utha ke nahe dekhta".... Hehehe #devil's-secret).

Another tragic accident of my entering-adulthood period was selection of personality development over music, sports and arts as extra-curricular subject. 'Coz for the entire year I was titled as "under-developed-personality" by my mates. (But wo kya jane, jo kuch hota hai acche ke liye hota hai).

One day all of a sudden the PD teacher came up with this which-is-your-favorite-movie? game giving putting in a dharma-sankat to the potential film-maker like me. So I decided to give different answer standing away from the crowd of DDLJ, MOHABBATIEN and other SRK movies. (That time Salman was of my level... Under-developed). As my turn arrived as a storm, I replied with the league-se-hatke answer "Zhapatlela".

After enjoying the different-answer award as a appreciative smile from teacher and equally sarcastic smile from rivals the lecture ended and we start leaving out of the class when it happened. ( :D )

"Hey Sunny!!" she called, yes she called.

"Hey P-P-Priya, Wussup!!" I replied trying hard to look into her eyes. (And not head-lights)

"You really like that movie?" she asked with a gentle smile on her beau-tits-ful face.

"Yeah, I mean I have watched it for more than million times." (Practically impossible 'Coz it will take more than 200 years)

"Really.. How?" smile widened.

"Woooo.... Actually" (WTF) "Actually I have the CD of that movie" I replied stammering.

"Really?? OMG I love that movie so much, I watch it every time it comes on TV and I love Lakshya so much I tell you"

"Who that villian?" change of expressions happy-sad-agressive-FU "Hehehe Just Kidding".

"Hey why don't you come over tomorrow at my house with the cd we'll watch it together" (Erection).

"To-To-Tomorow"

"Yeah, is there any problem?" she asked.

Where the hell will I get the cd in India now? ALL-HAIL-PIRACY .

"No No.. Fine I'll be there by 12" I said remembering once I saw the two cd pack of movie at the street side "store".

NEXT DAY @ 12 SHARP: (AM)

She opened the door and for the first time in my life I saw her in some other dress than the regular School one. Oh God! She really had the features, and on her home dress of half sleeve shirt and pajama the features were featured by some more exclusive features.

"Hey did you bring the CD?" were the first beautiful words coming out of her mouth.. Through the throat... from the heart... Within the Bre...

"Yeah.. Here it is" I handed over the pack of two CD's of National brand to her.

"Come'on let's go" she said. (Erection).

As I entered her bed room I saw the most amazing, exciting and precious thing of the time. "THE COMPUTERRrrrr". So she was the rich kid. Must be doing enhancement courses, which are showing results..QUICK RESULTS, HUGE RESULTS..

"Where is Mum..?" eye contact "I mean your mum."

"Oh they are gone out for the day today." she said turning us ON. (I mean the computer)

The movie started and she sat by my side. Our shoulders were touching. My heart was thumping. And my P was dancing.

And then came the hilarious entry of Lakshya and she jumped off her seat. Making some physical moves of welcoming the hero she cooled down to normal and sat down. But now slightly behind, slightly closer such that now "THEY" were touching my shoulder. (Erection-Reloaded)

"He is so funny" she said.

"Yeah.... He is so funny" I replied.

"Aren't you comfortable?" she asked.

"No No I am" I put my hand behind slightly bend backwards. Waited for few seconds and then moved a little closer to her. No response from her, Positive signal. (Awaken the devil)

All off a sudden another hilarious situation occurred and she almost rolled on the bed laughing on the scene. As she fell flat holding her legs with both hands, I saw the most sexiest posture in my life. Realizing that now she had done sufficient action and it was my time now, I also woke up the heavily talented actor in me and broke into laughter and lost my control. (Controlled-Lose-Control).

I laughed firstly slightly giving pressure on her and on the immediate next punch I landed my self on her. Oh Mann! The fluidity, The soft rigidness, The thump of the heart beat and the disturbance of the door bell.

"Shit!!" she sat up with a sudden shock.

"What happened?" I also stood up.

"I think they are back" she said.

"Who?? Your parents??"

"Yeah.." she said with a disgusting expression on her face.

"I think I should leave" I started moving towards the door.

"NOoo...No.." I stopped.

"Notr from there.." (WHat!!?) "There is a backdoor, get out from there, jump off the wall, I'll get the cd in school tomorrow".

"But my shoes are outside" I said innocently.

"I'll throw it out, get it from outside... Now please go" she yelled.

"Yeah...OK fine"

The backdoor- the wall- jump off- No one sees-thank god- run naked feet in front of her house- take a deep breath- the two shoes land on my head.

Next day:

"This is your cd" she came in the lunch time.

"Yeah Thanks.. Did you see the movie?' I asked with a smile.

"Nope" she wasn't interested at all.

"I think we should plan it next sun..." GONE. "...nday may beee" in decending tone.

I don't know what she thinks of me today, when "Things" are not so good for a girl and boy to spend such time. May be she wants to spend the same time again, or may be she is intimidated to face me due to "Things". Whatever it is I would like watch Zhapatlela-2 with her for the sake of beautiful, pure and selfless friendship we shared during our childhood.

Ana (A short film)

2013-03-05T08:08:00.000-08:00

Plot: Ana is a bar girl who is proud of her profession, and doesn't care how the society reacts to her presence. But there is a hidden secret in her heart of which she is afraid she has to face some day in future. As the expected day arrives as a storm and she faces the long lost love of her life Vishwas Joshi. This encounter puts her in a dilemma of whether to choose a expected and deserving life for her by breaking the ugliest rules of society or repeat the same mistake which she did long ago that changed two lives for ever. What is her decision?

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Cast: Maithili Bhave, Ajaj Khan, Mughda Deshkar, Vijay Bhakte

Produced By: Prajakt Meshram

Screenplay, Dialogues and Direction: Sandeep Thakre

Story: Kautuk Shirodkar

Cinematographer: Ritesh Wadibhasme and Sandeep Rokde

Edited by: Akash Jumde

This is the official first look of the film.

Strange Game...(part 2)

2012-10-21T12:09:00.003-07:00

All of us were demoted/ promoted to the standing position and now the secretary was in front of the inspector.

"So Mr. Secretary. Can you tell me Mr.Gandhi's daily routine?" asked the inspector leaning back on the sofa.

"Yes Sir.." He opened his diary. " He used to wake up at 4 in morning, do his early activities and come down at 4.45 to have break fast. After having break fast which took fifteen minutes to half an hour, he used to go into the library and read for two to four hours. At 7 as the news paper arrives he used to sit in the balcony and rad it for an hour having coffee. At 10 he used to leave for his lab which is few kilo meters away from the house. Lunch would arrive at office at 1.30 in afternoon and a tea session with all his co-workers at 4. At 5.30 he used to come back home, refresh himself had one more tea, then sit in his cabin in his room to write his notes. mean while he also used to narrate me if there was any change in next days schedule. Dinner at 8.30 and off to bed at almost 10."

Every body was looking at him as he was reciting the secrets of the golden treasure.

"Hmm.. did he said something suspicious last night?" asked inspector.

"Yes sir.." he replied.

"What?" inspector asked leaning forward.

"He said one boy will come to meet me. I called him." was his answer.

All the eyes turned towards me. I was standing with an innocent face.

"So what's suspicious in it?" asked inspector.

"He didn't call any body since last ten years by himself. All his calls were made by me" replied the secretary.

"But I didn't get any call yesterday.." I popped.

The inspector showed me a palm. I shut my mouth.

"Why did he called the guy?" asked inspector.

"Actually he was going to make some changes in his will. May be that's why.." he replied.

"May be??"

"Yeah because he was going through his will since a few days"

"What was in his will?" asked the inspector.

"Actually his wish was to sell all of his property and give the whole money to a deserving student." he replied.

"And that deserving student was?" asked the inspector.

The secretary slowly turned his eyes towards me.

"No NO... I am not deserving..I mean I am but, I don't want money.. I mean I want but.... I am not the killer" I was stammering in front of the Inspector.

he stood up and facing towards me.

"Trust me sir... I am not the killer, In fact I am one of the worshipers of Mr.Gandhi. He is like a father figure to me. Trust me sir." I moved backward seeing him stand.

"Mr.Gandhi must be having a lawyer, no?" asked the sub-inspector.

"Yes Sir. Mr. Kudkude" said the secretary.

"What? I mean who?"

"Kudkude... Is his surname" said the secretary.

"Call him"

"I already did. He will be here any.." suddenly a voice like a helicopter landing on the pad started to roam in the villa. "he is here".

Every servant of the villa shared a smile among themselves. A man entered the Villa premises with his ancient scooter making a huge noise. He parked it in front f the gate. And turned around to enter into the villa. Every body's eyes were on the door.

A man with a huge specs entered into the hall with huge curly silver hairs and a black coat. He used to contract his nose every fifth second like inhaling some more oxygen than normally he inhales in next and previous four seconds.

"I yum the laayer" (Tamilian) were the words that came out of his mouth.

Next moment he sat on the sofa and opened number of files in front.

"Yit yis vyery unfortunate for us that Mr.Gandhi is not with us, So naow yit yis mai duty to disclose the will" he said opening a file.(Tamilian accent is so funny) I was realized why the servants were smiling.

"Hey wait you have to answer some questions first" said the inspector.

He looked up from the corner of his spects. "Do you hyave the waarrent?"

He stopped at the place ans said stammering "Hmm...No.."

"Wo kay" he resumed with his work for a second and then again looked up "Shut up then"

The servants laughed pressing their mouths.

"Since all of the people belonging To Mr.Gandhi are present here, I will disclose the will." and he started reading the will.

Inspector interrupted in between "Hello sir... Can you jump directly to the part where it is mentioned about the inheritance of the money...please".

"Wo kay.." after turning few pages. "The money will go to a body of human species called as Amish Joshi".

My heart stopped beating for few seconds.

Every body looked at me.

"But it was going to be changed" I said in a almost crying voice.

"Was there any other contender for this money?" asked the inspector.

"Yes.."

"Who" I and the inspector said in unison.

"Rajakrishnan vyankatramana gopal mavan attapatu" replied the lawyer.

Counting the people the sub inspector said " Five men, right?"

"No wonly one, we tamilaians hyave such kind wof nyames" said the lawyer.

"Who is he?" The inspector asked.

"I don't know. But here in brackets Raju Aattapatu is written" he replied.

"Raju attapatu" The inspector sub-inspector and I almost jumped.

"Yeah.. You know him" said the lawyer.

"He is a millionaire"said the inspector.

"Naah.. Billionaire" I corrected him.

"And he is dead" said the sub inspector.

"What??" said the inspector "when?"

"Last night sir, hit the bridge near by. Drink and drive case" replied the sub inspector.

"What the hell was he doing here?" asked the inspector.

"Last night he was called to sign some documents by Mr.Gandhi" said the lawyer.

Now the case was going crystal clear in mind of the inspector. Only one last shot has to be taken. He turned towards the sub inspector "Check if his finger prints matches the one on the knife, I want the reports till the evening." Turning towards us "Till the reports are not disclosed I want you all in my office".

Six hours later...

We were sitting on the police station bench looking each others face. The sub inspector came with a file in his hand and we all were called inside the cabin.

"As we suspected, the finger prints on the knife and that of Raju are matching, which proves he killed Mr.Gandhi. When I send one of my constables to his city that is maduri, there was a very strange truth I came to know. There was a rumor that the will was already in Raju's favor. His father and Mr.Gandhi were close friends also the project which Raju was working in was some saline water to be used as fuel one which was very much fantasized by the people. But when Raju came to know about Amish's project which was some kind of atomic one and also he heard of Mr.Gandhi making up mind of changing his will, he lost his mind. Also he was very addicted to alcohol and other kind of drugs. So when Mr.Gandhi called him yesterday night to sign some papers he thought the money was going off his hands. He came at night, and killed Mr. Gandhi with the knife thinking this way will won't be changed. But he was wrong the changed will was going to be in his favor. But his sins were being watched by god, and he lost the control over his car and ended up breaking the bridge. His crime was punished by the God, saved our time also." said the inspector laughing.

(What a story?)

After some formal signatures on some papers we were allowed to leave the police station.

Epilogue

A feeling of joy was making me dance while I was leaving the station. The thing for which I did all this circus was finally going to be mine. I was feeling like king of the world.

The moment I stepped out of the station The chilling air hit my skin giving an unexpected shiver to my body. the sun rays were making balls in my stomach. A devil smile of victory mounted on my face.

Last night...

I was sitting in front of Mr.Gandhi with Raju on another chair some distance away. Mr.Gandhi's words were hitting me like red hot bullets.

"Look Amish I know you have a potential. But the kind of project you are working should not be promoted according to me. The nuclear era is manipulating so fast that one more drop is dangerous for the peace of world. The explosive you are thinking about can blow away thousands of miles and can be carried in a device almost as small as size of a pen. This is innovative no doubt but equally dangerous. So I cannot fund you for the project."

"But if someone else makes it then what will we do? I am not planning an attack over the world but at least we must be secured on our side, if some one thinks bad for us" I said clarifying my point.

"I don't care about others. And we have sufficient ammunition to handle wars." He stood up and came towards me "We are lovers of peace not war".

I was not convinced by his words. I needed his money very badly. I didn't wanted to go back in that forest of dumb and fools. I don't want to that miserable life. I was fed up of that life full of poverty.

"So for the sponsorship being unofficially declared in favor of Raju Attapatu. Let's cut the cake." saying this Mr.Gandhi brought up a cake from the cupboard.

Raju picked up the knife and cut the cake in pieces. I was still seated on the chair like an idol of stone. I was feeling defeated watching them cutting the cake.

Raju broke the cake into pieces and filled Mr. Gandhi's mouth with a piece. He brought another piece for me.

"Fuck off.." I said.

He laughed and next moment he slapped the cake on my face, rubbed his hands like he was cleaning them on my face. My anger was on the margin of extreme.

"Take a chill pill dude.." he said and went to Mr.Gandhi "OK sir, I'll leave now see you in the morning."

And he left.

I was still seated on the chair. Tears filled my whole eyes. My vision was blurred. One blink of eye and the dam broke. The tears came out rolling all over to my cheeks.

Mr.gandhi came to me and said standing me up holding my shoulders " Look son, Some things must be restricted before it turns to be a national threat. But you don't worry, I know about your financial condition and your standard of living. I will talk to the institute, they will give you a good job and..."

I was not able to hear his words. They were hitting me like thrones. Next moment I turned my eyes upwards towards him, when I saw that. The nerve. One feet below ear exactly at a distance of five fingers from the nose. The nerve which hit properly with a force can make you go unconscious for more than ten hours.

A sudden memory stroked my mind.

Flash back..

Osman bhai was a gangster of Mumbai. I made a lot of explosives for him that were very small in size and much more effective that one he had.

"Brother, You are my Brother. Any time you need my help just make a call osman will be ready at mid night to help you.."

Flash

The voice was echoing in my mind. All of a sudden my hand went up and I placed a punch on the nerve. The result was as expected. Mr.Gandhi felled down with a huge noise. All the servants came up to see what happened.

"What did you do?" asked the maid "You killed him"

"No.." I looked at her "Not yet..".

"What?"

"Just do as I say, and I'll give you one crore each." their arguments were paused by the amount. They were all looking at me in awe.

Next moment I placed his body on the chair with the help of a servant and got the knife with a handkerchief in my hand so that my finger prints are not marked on it. I waited for a second and stabbed the entire knife into his stomach.

"Hello..Osman Bhai.." I called him from my cell phone "I am giving you a number of a van. I want the guy in it to die by an accident."

"What are you saying dude??? are you in dreams?" he replied.

"I'll give you a crore for it." a silence from other side "Note the number".

Thirty years later...

A news reporter was interviewing an old man.

"Winner of nobal prize, ten national awards and hundereds of other awards, but still no one know the story of Mr. Amish Joshi. What is the secret behind this huge success?" asked the interviewer.

The words began a loop of endless memories in my mind. I was unable to answer her watching proudly in her eyes...

THE END

Strange Game...

2012-10-18T12:28:00.001-07:00

I was standing roadside with my bag looking at the natural beauty around. The trucks were exhausting beautiful black smoke while the wheels were throwing tiny silicon particles which entered into noses and brought out the wonderful sneeze with some amazing semi-solid material.

I was standing on the road waiting for someone to receive me at 5 o'clock in morning. The huge trucks travelling around me with huge speed were teasing me for they were moving with a destination and I was as stationary as a pole. A complex feeling was entering my mind that I was fooled by some one and my entire monthly savings with a day was wasted.

One week ago..

I was busy doing some very overcautious experiments with explosives when I got the call. (By the way I am a scientist trying to blow away the world creating some extra ordinary atomic explosive but could not create more than fireworks for STANDARD).

"Hello, Can I talk to Mr. Amish Joshi?" from other side of phone.

"Yes I am speaking, Can I know who is it?" (As I got very few calls for me in lab, I tried to be more generous).
"Good after noon sir, I am secretory of Mr. Ashish Gandhi from Dehradun. Can I have a minute talking with you.

My ears could not believe the words. Mr. Gandhi was one of the renowned scientist of India who had worked on many nuclear projects for the country. At last my efforts had brought me fruits. Good bye full-zhadi, farewell lawagi now I am set for some big-bags (yaahwieeeee......).

"Yeaaaaa.... yes... I am... please tell me what can I do for you?" I replied (Dhinkachika dhinkachika....)

"Actually Mr. Joshi saw your reports and they are very excited to meet you. So how much time are you making him wait is what he wants to know?" was the reply cum question from other side.

"I.. I am so... one minute" I put down the receiver on the table and started to express my happiness with the most traditional zhinga-la-la-hu dance of our country. Soon I was done and was back on the phone " When can..I mean When should I come to meet him...I mean is there any time scheduled for me?" I asked him.

"Of course there is.. Can you be here on Saturday?" he asked.

"Yeah sure.." (If you want I come directly through phone line in seconds dude)

"OK then..we will be waiting for you..." The phone was disconnected.

I sat down at the same place and tears started to flow down from my eyes though nose.

Today...

Forty five minutes have passed me landing here in the strange city and I have lost my hope of any surprises here. In fact I had just got one big surprise that there was no surprise. I turned towards the ticket counter to inquire about next train back to Nagpur. (Home sweet home)

I must have walekd a step or two when suddenly a i20 came down flying from no where and stopped in front of me. The glass came down.

"Mr. Amish Joshi?" the drive asked.

"Yeah that's me"

"Please tell me how should I apologize?" he asked with a ":-P" face.

"Hehe...please take me to Mr. Gandhi" I replied with a gentle cruel smile.

Half an hour later drive to Gandhi's villa was a indirect introductory session to Mr. Gandhi about his nature likes dislikes and all other foolish stuff. I didn't care about what the hell he likes to eat in morning and after noon but still I had no choice.

The huge metal gate opened with a cracking sound and the car entered into a huge villa and stopped below a tomb which had a huge entrance door in front.

"You have to walk in from here sir" the driver said.

"Yeah thank you..." (No I want you to the take the car inside)

I got out of the car with my bag and started moving towards the main door. My heart beats were growing faster and faster as the door was coming closer. I pressed the door bell button and in no time the door was opened. A huge lady with almost a size of a sumo greeted me on the door. I was confused about the job she do whether she used to scare people who visited Mr. Gandhi or she used to scare Mr.Gandhi himself.

The lady asked me to go upstairs where Mr.gandhi was waiting for me.

I started to walk upstairs getting out my notes from the bag on the way and thing of some very exciting and fresh facial expression to greet him. The door was partially closed. I pushed it to open.

There was a different house inside the door. A huge shelf of books a Chandler an attic with a TFT computer a huge wall clock was giving the room a very royal look. At the far end facing the window was sitting Mr.Gandhi on a sun-lounger.

I checked for my shirt in and combed hairs (And brushed my teeth with finger to make them sparkle).

"Hello Sir... I am Amish.." I said with a smile. (He wasn't looking at me, why was I smiling then?)

No reply from him. Did I sounded low? or the sound didn't came out of my mouth, but I heard me sounding.. what the hell I am doing? one more try..with a new dialogue this time..

"Good morning sir.."

No reply. I am not called or invited here someone had really played with me. Or wait is he sleeping? How can he sleep inviting me here. (Well He can, as I was not SRK or Sonia Gandhi to be expected much).

"Sir.." I called with a soft nervous voice.

I moved closer and closer and found he was motionless. Now I was sure he was sleeping. (OK old buddy you sleep while I'll do some facebook-ing) While leaving back all of a sudden a wild desire striked my mind. "Does he look exactly the same as he looks on TV and photos??...let's check it out" I turn back and slowly went in front of him to watch his face. A devil smile was mounted on my face and that made my action of peeping in front of him little slow.

As I slowly came closer to him his face started becoming clear to me. Huge silver-ish hairs (Some on head lot on ears) a flat forehead thick eyebrows huge eyes like balls (Not those balls) looking upwards a huge nose wide open mouth a white shirt with some red juice spelled on it and a knife inside....(WHAT THE F@#K)...

I once again saw him from above. A sudden shock flew through my body. I saw around there was blood all over. I didn't know what to do.. I looked here and there. I turned around. (Two times playing ringa ringa roses..) I saw up I saw down I didn't know what to do.. I decided to run and suddenly...

"AAaaaah..."' there was a sound. (How could it be? is he still alive he shouldn't be)

I turnd back and went close to him.

"Aaaaahhhh" he made that sound once again and called me closer.

I went near him, near his mouth and turned my ears towards him. He said..

"Fuck you.."

I was shocked. I saw his face once again. Now the head fell aside life less. I checked his nerves. Dead he was.

I looked around still unknown of what to do.

And then I did the most novel, traditional, filmy act which defines a start of murder mystery.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

I screamed as if I have seen a living dead body in front. Actually I did see...

***

Two Hours later...
My whole body was shivering as I was standing in sub zero temperature. After watching the dead body I had vomited two times and unconscious for almost three times. Every time I gained consciousness the dead body of Mr.Gandhi used to come in front of me with open eyes looking upwards and in next second the eyes were at me.
The servants of the house had called police very next moment they heard the scream (Or may be before who knows?) An Inspector had arrived with a long physic and a thick moustaches on the face. The very moment he entered the villa he had an dirty eye on me.
After investigating the scene of crime he came to me and make me sit on the sofa. he also sat. i had a strong feeling in my mind that he will slap me any time now.
"Who are your?" he asked.
"I am Amish...Amish joshi sir.." I replied.
"No need to call yourself Sir, you are a suspect here.(WTFff..) So tell me why are you here" he asked.
"I am a scientist and was invited by Mr.Gandhi for a meeting."
"What kind of meeting?"
"I had forwarded him a project synopsis for sponsorship, may be regarding it"
"What was the project?"
I looked at him.
"What...was..the project??" He asked leaning forward towards me.
"I actually... I have studied..I mean I specialize in arms and ammunition. It was a kind of it" I tried to puzzle him as good as I could.
"And he didn't give you the sponsorship and you killed him, right?" he fired the words. (Fuck..I am fucked..)
"No..No sir...When I came he was already dead. ask these people" I said pointing towards the servants.
"Hmm... but they say they don't know anything after you went inside room." he said.
"Because I went in alone.." I said.
"Why you went in alone dear? did you know a dead body was waiting inside for you" Inspector forced me to accept my guilt.
"No sir.. But no one followed me into the room. And I have a strong suspect-ion over..." I stopped.
"Over??"
'The driver..He was late to pick me up. He was supposed to be the bus stop at 5 but he reached there at almost 6" I told the truth.
"Hmmm... Where is the driver?" He asked turning towards a constable.
Next moment driver was sitting by my side.
"So Mr. Driver You were supposed to pick him at 5" inspector asked.
"Yes"
"You picked him at 6"
"Yes"
'You were late"
"Yes"
"Must be busy, right..in the morning?"
"Yes"
"Killing people.."
"Ye...No NO NO sir...It's not my fault sir... I didn't even see Gandhiji today.." the driver started to stammer.
"You see Gandhiji every day?" one of the constable asked in amazement.
"Yes our sir... Ashish Gandhi sir...." the drive said.
"Why didn't you see him today..?" Inspector asked.
"Sir..I didn't came here in morning...I directly went to pick up Amish sir from my house." He replied.
"Is there anyone who saw him alive in the morning?" asked inspector.
(GOOSEBUMPS)
"Mrs. Brigenza sir.." said the driver.
"Who is she?"
"She is the maid..." he said turning his eyes towards the huge maid. She was looking at me. I was confused what expression should I give her.
Now the sofa had three persons on it.
"So Mrs. Brigenza you saw him alive in morning?" asked the inspector.
"No sir... In fact i haven't seen him since last month" she replied in firm voice.
"What are you saying?" inspector was confused now.
"He didn't like people to disturb him. In fact he didn't even like people around while he was having dinner and break fast. We just used to cook and place it on the dining table. Rest was his choice whether to eat or not." She replied.
"Then how did you know Amish was going to visit here?"
"The secretary tells us the daily activities every night for the next day." she replied.
"Where is he?"
She looked at the door. A man wearing a formal shirt and pant was standing with a diary in his hand.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Next part...

THE BASTARDS-5

2012-04-22T02:41:00.004-07:00

Police van, roads full of pits, company of top class rapists of the city and myself behind the bars. These were he only days left for me to be in with my bastard friends.

"Can I make a call?" I asked a officer sitting by side.

"No, I am out of balance" He replied.

"I have a mobile"

"Then make a last call" he said.

"Last call?" I was surprised.

"Because when I see you using your mobile officially then I'll snatch it and break it into pieces like a ruthless police officer" he replied with a devil smile.

I swallowed the air in fear. Though I had a antique cell phone model but still loved it very much. life was much important and if I stay in jail for the night then it will be the end of my life in society.

I decided to make a call. "Hello...Rocky please save me buddy or my life would be ruined. Please help me dude" I wept as the call was connected.

"Don't worry dude, We are on our way. Just wait for fifteen minutes." saying this he hung up.

"What in the hell is he going to do in fifteen minutes" words were dancing in my mind.

Suddenly a head fell on my shoulder and a current flew though my entire body. It was of a dirty looking man who was in deep sleep at 2 o'clock. He must be doing the same what he missed at the brothel.

I looked around almost all the people were half asleep except some of police officers. We were kept seated on the floor in front of the sub inspectors cabin. I was very sure that when dragon inside comes out of his den, he is going to fire our asses.

All of a sudden I saw Rocky and Ishan entering the police station and a feeling of happiness raised within me.

Rocky came forward and had a talk with a officer for some time. He handed over a envelop to him which he quickly kept into his drawer. Then he asked one of the officer to let me go with a gesture of his hand.

In five minutes we were out of the police station.

"What did you gave the officer?" I asked.

"Sweets" replied Rocky who was walking one step ahead.

"How much?"

"Fifteen" said Ishan.

"Hundred?" I asked.

"Thousand" replied Ishan.

I stopped at the place I was. We had spent two thousand on first day, and fifteen thousand here. There was no chance to survive for three of us with three thousand in pocket. We were ruined.

"You wanted to see the brothel? look what happened? We are fucked?" a sudden anger raised within me and I jumped on Rocky holding his collar.

"What are you doing?" shouted Ishan holding me from behind.

"We are fucked up. there is no way we can even go back home with three thousand Rupees. This guy ruined us" I started yelling on Rocky pulling his collar.

Suddenly Rocky responded and pushed me aside. I fell on the road. He held his forehead with his fingers and shouted back "Will you let me think, what to do please?".

"What the fuck are you thinking, there is no way" I continued my shouting.

"Sunny, be quiet. I want to tell you something" Ishan came to me and said calmly.

"And what is it??" I asked looking in another direction avoiding eye contact.

Ishan looked back at Rocky. He moved his head agreement.

"Actually when the girl pulled you..."
FLASH BACK...

"Hey hot shot...Wussup??" A girls voice came from behind.

All the three turned behind. A girl was with a perfect figure wearing a black jacket and skin tight blue jeans was standing behind. Though she seemed to be talking with all the three but her eye contact was only with Sunny. She said some few words pointing towards Rocky but none of the words were reaching their ears. They were all amazed and attracted towards the chick standing in front.

Suddenly she came closer to Sunny and started pulling him to the end of the road holding his collar. Rocky and Ishan could not understand what was going on and they stood right at the place they were. The girl pushed Sunny inside a hut at the end of road and the door was closed. Rocky and Ishan looked at each other and shared a blushing smile.

The smile was yet to end when a sound felled on their ears. It was a police siren. There was a chaos at the place. As Sunny was inside the hut they both considered him safe but they were in open and could be caught. They both ran away and hide behind a pan shop on road side.

But things went wrong the police officers pulled out Sunny from the hut and dragged him to the police van. Rocky and Ishan were afraid. They stayed at the place they were. Soon the police van left and they both came out. Many people were hiding at the place available some on roof top, some below the bed, some below the vehicles standing on the road.

Rocky and Ishan started running behind the police van and followed to the police station.They both were afraid what must be happening with Sunny? Suddenly at the gate they heard two men talking.

"Hello sir, I am brother of Mr. Sinha, the MLA of our city. I think my friend was caught in the raid by mistake, I.."

"Caught by mistake. How the hell then he was found in arms of a whore? Was it a mistake too"

"Sir sorry sir, It won't happen again sir. I take the guarantee of him sir.."

"Pay the fine and take him"

"How much sir"

"15000"

"I'll be back in half an hour sir"

Ishan suddenly looked back at Rocky.

"Let's go and give him the money and bring Sunny out" said Rocky.

"But then we will have only three thousand left" replied Ishan.

"We'll figure out something" said Rocky standing up.

Both of them came running back to the Hotel. The back door was open. They entered and went straight to their room without caring about the reception.

As they reached the room, a surprise was waiting for them. The door of the room was open. They entered into the room. It was totally messed up. All the cloths were spread here and there. The lamp was broken and bed sheet and matrices were also thrown here and there. Some one had entered into the room in search of something. but what it could be?

Ishan bent down to pick up the bed sheet when his eyes fell on something below the bed. He went forward and pulled it. It was a travel bag and extra ordinarily heavy. Rocky and Ishan shared a puzzled look. With shivering hands they opened the chain of the bag.

The picture they saw then was out of the world. A sudden shock went through their bodies and both of them flew stand. The bag was filled up with bundles of bundles of Indian currency. All of thousand rupee notes. Wild guess could calculate it as...more than one crore rupees.

Both of them were looking at the bag bewildered. Suddenly Rocky's cell phone rang. It was Sunny. He pressed the answer button and "Hello...Rocky please save me buddy or my life would be ruined. Please help me dude", Sunny was weeping on other side of the phone.

It was a miracle of God. They got the money when they were desperately in need of it. Rocky knew what he must do with the money in first place.

"Don't worry dude, We are on our way. Just wait for fifteen minutes." saying this he hung up.

"Take out twenty thousand quickly. The one who made this condition of our room must be searching this but couldn't find. He will return. We have to hide the bag some where else." Said Rocky to Ishan.

He agreed and took out a bundle from the bag. Rocky chained it up "On terrace. The best place".

"I am waiting outside" replied Ishan putting the bundle in pocket.

Rocky hung the bag on his shoulder and ran up to the stairs. Ishan came out of the hotel from back door. Five minutes later Rocky also came out.

"I put it in the water tank, hope no one opens it" said Rocky with swollen breath "How much is it?".

"I don't know" replied Ishan.

Suddenly Rocky's eye felled on the dust bin at the end of the road. There was a white envelop in it. He quickly ran and brought the envelop.

"Put Fifteen in it" Ishan did the same "Let's go, now".

In ten minuets they reached the police station. The officer was sitting on the entrance as if he was a receptionist.Rocky went to him and said "Sir, I am Mr. Sinha's Brother's friend.He told me to give this to you".

"Hmm...Which one is your friend?" asked the officer. Rocky pointed to Sunny.

FLASH...

"You mean we have a crore waiting for us in hotel?" I said dropping my jaw.

"Practically...Yes" replied Rocky.

"We will be millionairess dude" said Ishan.

"We will be 0.1 billionaires dude..." said Rocky placing his hand on both of our shoulders...

(To be continued...)

THE BASTARDS-4

2012-04-10T12:24:00.009-07:00

Hyderabad is the busiest city I have ever seen. The crowded streets with posters of verities of biriyani's at cheaper rates was amazing us. The enormous structure which resembled ancient prosperity of Indian architecture were visible at every kilometer. Along with it buildings with latest architecture were also eye catching, though it was not an out come of Indian architecture intelligence.

Meeting people over there was a very different experience. The city had maximum number of I.T professionals and the professionals were professionals in real sense. These people have the knowledge of almost every Language used for software development and when asked how they know them all, they said "Every language is a successor of some other one and that in turn is a successor of some other, hence the basic concept behind every language is the same. Having thorough learning of basics can make you perfect in any programming language in the world".

This is where we lack. We jump into new languages every semester washing away the previous one, hence the overall knowledge becomes more or less equals to zero.

"You know what?, there are many people who pretend to be intelligent but very few people who are genius. If used right people at right place, our country can make a huge fortune" Meenakshi said when we were leaving out of the I.T complex.

"Very true" replied Vicky.

Rocky was making weird faces as he knew we three were the people who didn't belong to category of these people.

"So where are we staying?"

"Secunderabad"

"What?" Rocky was nearly shouted.

"What... you have a problem?" asked Vicky.

"Nope..Never, why should I have one?" said Rocky smiling.

This was a danger alarm. Ishan and I shared an eye contact something was wrong...

Rest of the day was then very casual. We had a hotel booked at the extreme end of the city. The hotel had very normal kind of rooms with a ceiling fan and a tube light as only electric devices working inside. To our surprise Rocky had no problem with the room.

"You are OK, right?"I asked him slowly and gently.

"Yep" he had a smile on his face. The man who has problem with every single thing in the world was OK with the room.

"I mean, no problem at all?" asked Ishan.

"I didn't know how our management will be so graceful on us. I always wanted to be here" replied Rocky.

I and Ishan were watching his face with jaws open. He has gone mad, or he was haunted.

Watching our weird faces he finally spoke up "I have something special for you."

"What?"

"Not now, at night" he said with a devil smile on his face.

After dinner at 10 we were given strict instructions to get into our rooms and get ready for next day's visit. Half an hour later almost every one were in their respective rooms. I landed on the bed and and closed my eyes to have a sound sleep after roaming around the city for entire day.

At 11.30 the lights of the all the rooms were off when the devil woke up.

"Hey, wake up.. WAKE UP!!!" Rocky was shaking both of us as there was a earth quake around.

"Whaaat is it?" asked Ishan half asleep.

"Let's go and see hyderabad" replied Rocky.

"We have seen a lot for the day now have some sleep" I said pulling my blanket.

"Those IT geeks are available all over the country, Let me show you the true face of hyderabad" said Rocky.

"And what is it?" I said in my dream.

"BROTHEL"

A wave of current flew through our bodies and we were on our beds in seconds.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Brothel.." replied Rocky with a smile on his face.

"But where the hell is it?"

"Every where."

"What??"

"Wear your shirts, lets go and have some adventure guys" said Rocky pulling us to the wardrobe.

I had a bad feeling but no one could stand in front of Rocky's mind blowing ideas.

Every body was asleep in the hotel, but the reception was still on.

"And how are we going to by pass it?" Ishan asked.

"There is a backdoor" he replied.

"Where?" I asked.

"In the kitchen, let's go"

We started walking towards the kitchen in a casual manner and waved to the receptionist on the way. He also waved back.

"Water.." I said smiling to him. he smiled back.

The door was closed and there was no one in the kitchen. Rocky opened the door and we got out of the hotel.

Rocky was very right, hyderabad was a very different city at night. At about half an hour distance away there was a very different and amazing to us kind of scenario. There were girls of almost all the age standing on the road waiting for their customers. There was a rush near a girl, who was booked by anther person and people were betting on her for the night.

"Sunny, go and bring some condoms" Rocky said all of a sudden.

"Excuse me" I was stunned by the sentence, as if my system had encountered an unknown command error.

"What? safety is must." he replied.

"Bull shit, I am not going to fuck some prostitute"

"I was asking for myself"

"Go and bring it yourself then"

"What? Have I taken the contract of doing all the risky jobs? And you enjoy the result. Fuck you! I want condoms, and I want you to bring it for me" Rocky was acting childish.

"Have you gone crazy? and Is there a tree of condoms somewhere from where I can pull out one for you?"

Rocky and Ishan looked at me and then turned their eye focus behind me. I turned and saw a drug store behind.

"Oh shit!!" I cursed the strore.

"Go baby go!!" said Rocky pushing me.

There was no customer at the store when I went there. A boy was busy arranging things and was ready to shut down the shop. When I reached the boy put his head up and gave me cursing look.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Well...I need a" I said stammering turning behind looking at the two who raised their thumbs encouraging me "..a ...."

"What apple?" he replied angrily.

"No actually I need a.." suddenly a girl came at the store and stood by my side"a con..sorry .Kon banega crorepati is over right?" I changed my words looking towards the television.

The girl had a perfect curvaceous figure and was wearing a blue jeans and a sky blue top with a black jacket that perfectly packed up her upper portion displaying ample amount of assets to kill a man.

The boy made a face that showed he was angry to a level that if given a gun he would empty it in my head.

"It's over right, I should go, Bye" I turned back to run away as fast as I could.

"Hey hot shot, gimme a box of condoms" The words were like atom bomb falling on my ears.

I turned back with double speed I wanted to run away. The girl was asking for it. Hell she was a...

"Dude, make it two" Now my level of confidence also grew.

"Bastrads" murmuring the boy threw two boxes of playboy towards us.

I came back in a royal style as if I have won the entire territory on my own.

"That's my boy..Now be a man" said Rocky.

"I am a man" I replied.

"Only in your dreams my boy...it's time to be practical" Rocky said in his great philosopher tone.

"Come'on ma'an..These are the days to enjoy. You won't get a second chance in life where you stand in a brothel with a pack of condoms" said Rocky trying to convince us.

I quickly bounced the pack in his hands.

"I am going." he said and turned away.

I looked at Ishan. He was shattered by the happenings and didn't understand how to react.

"Let's go" I said.

"Ya let's go" he replied.

"To stop him.."

"Ya..of course"

Rocky was standing on the foot path by side of a street light.

"Rocky.." I gave him a call.

He turned around "Let's go" I said.

"Really!!" he was excited.

"Back to hotel"

"Ohhh no...Please" he prayed to us.

"Hey hot-shot wussup?" a voice landed on our ears.

I turned to see who was there. It was the same girl at the drug store. The playboy box was in Rocky's hands.

" 'think the play boy is still inside" she said pointing at Rocky's pants.

"No..I mean.. We were just leav..." before I could complete my sentence she a grabbed my collar with her hands and started pulled me aside the road. there was a small hut like structure at the edge of the road. The girl kicked the door with her legs and pushed me inside. Though she looked like an innocent girl in mid twenties she had a strength like a man. Like she was a soldier or some thing.

Rocky and Ishan were stumped by the indecent and were standing like statutes at the places where they were.

I landed on a bed when she pushed me inside the hut. The hut was very small and had place just enough for a double bed. She quickly closed the door and jumped on my laps. I was trying to get off but her sudden action stopped me. Suddenly then she pulled her jacket's chain and got it off freeing her trapped breast inside. she was wearing a sleeveless blue top.

For a second my senses went numb, A sudden shiver of manliness went throughout the body. She came closer to me and her soft pointed breast landed on my chest. May be because of natural man's reflex or may be it was my own dirty cheap mind, my hands automatically went on around her and I grabbed her tightly. I raised my head to kiss her when she gave a jerk and went on aside. I hadn't loosened my hold and now I was on her. I was completely in her control or may be I had lost my control over me.

Suddenly someone banged the door and there was a chaos out side.

"Something's wrong.." I mumbled.

"Leave it na.."

"No somethings wrong can't you hear the sound" I suddenly paused in the position I was and concentrated on on the sound coming from outside.

There was a silence for a second or two. I tried to hear the sound of silence and then there was a BANG..

Some two or three police officers collided at the door as if they were the angry buffaloes hitting the door with their horns. It was a police raid. The three of them entered the hut and she pushed me aside with full force. The police men ran and jumped on me and turned me upside down locking my hands with the handcuffs. In the mean time the girl hit the police who ran to her on the groin and jumped out of the room from the window which was not visible to any human being.

"Shit!! F@#K F@#K" I yelled out at the maximum pitch when the police man was dragging me into the van along with fifty others..

(To be continued...)
THE BASTARDS-5

THE BASTARDS-3

2012-04-06T02:32:00.005-07:00

Twenty Thousand INR were sufficient for three of us to enjoy the trip in royal style. The news of four monitors missing from the lab became a sensation next day, but that was not going to affect the trip as every thing was booked. The attendant had a suspicious eye on us, but if he had demonstrated his doubt in public then it would have been like hitting his own leg with an ax, as he would have been caught into unnecessary interrogation of management. Also his previous records which were deep buried, which in turn involved many big names of the college also didn't allow him to doubt on us or anybody else.

Viky was the last person in college we would imagine to mess up with. Many said that he had a secret crush on Meenakshi and didn't liked her roaming with us. But being the class representative he had many restrictions.

"Hey Meenu, Why don't you occupy your seat in the bus?" Vicky came up to Meenakshi who was very worried standing out side the bus.

"Thanks Vicky" she gave him a smile saying SHUT-UP-AND-DO-YOUR-WORK.

"Waiting for someone" he asked.

Meenakshi didn't respond.

"Bastards, right?"

Now, this was end of her tolerance. She turned to him and was ready with her weapons to fire at him when we arrived on my antique bike, triple seated.

Rocky was driving. He parked the bike in the extreme end of the college and we three came up hurriedly to the two.

"Why are you so hurried?" asked Meenakshi.

"Nothing..Are we late?" said Ishan.

"How can you be, you are the guest of honor." saying this Vicky climbed in the bus.

"What happened to him?" asked Rocky.

"Oh shit..He is coming" I said horrifically pointing to a police man walking towards her.

"Don't panic, Meenu talk with him, we are going in" said Rocky dragging us inside the bus.

"Hello Ma'am, have you seen three boys on a bike triple seated over here" asked the Policeman.

"No sir, I came here right now. What happened sir, any problem?" asked Meenu.

"The three broke the traffic signal and were almost hitting an old women" replied the officer. Whatever, I think they have gone that way!" said the officer pointing a random direction.

"Ya, I hope you find them" the officer left and Meenu turned to us with an interrogating eye.

"It was him" I and Ishan said in unison pointing to Rocky.

"So what are you gonna do? Put us in jail" said Rocky narrowing his eyebrows.

"Let's go in" I said interrupting the conversation.

The bus was fully occupied. One seat was reserved in front for Meenakshi with her friends and at the extreme last row with 6 seats was ours. On right window side Mr. and Mrs Moore were sitting while on the left was Miss Pooja. in middle three seats were vacant for three of us.

As Mr. Moore saw that Ishan was going to seat by side of Mrs.Moore he quickly exchanged his seat with her. Miss Pooja had also started firing curses as I was sitting by her side. Rocky was enjoying the situation as he was in the middle.

"Let's Go" yelled Vicky and the bus started moving with a jerk. The jerk was so devastating that a bag placed in the container attached to ceiling came out and landed on his head. The geek party came forward to save him, while all others broke into laughter and thus the journey began...

It was a ten hour journey and after singing dancing on some weird songs for an hour everybody were exhausted and were slowly going to sleep. We three were as usual not involved in the public activities and were busy watching the outside panorama and clicking pictures with Rocky's camera.

After three hours of drive almost every passenger in bus was asleep, but not the devil Rocky. I had just closed my eyes to take some rest when Rocky started pushing me with his elbows. I woke up and saw him gesturing keep quiet to me. I was confused. Then he directed his index finger in direction of the Miss Pooja.

And the picture was hilarious. She was moving her head with the movement of the bus in every possible direction, as if she was haunted and gravity was not acting on her. Rocky got his camera and started taking the video.

The picture on the right side was more hilarious. Mr. Moore and Ishan was in a very deep sleep. Mr. Moore had placed his head over Ishan's shoulder and Ishan's head was on his head. Mrs. Moore was also asleep and was holding Mr.Moore's hand.

An idea suddenly flashed in Rocky's mind. He handed over the camera to me and went near Mrs Moore. With very soft and gentle hands he unpinned her pallu and came back to his place. By the grace of Indian roads having pits at ever half kilometer, it took no more than few seconds to have a nice picture of her cleavage. Now before she would realize it, Rocky took a picture of the three in a frame which said a lot of things.

The rest of journey went be taking such hilarious picture of other class mates like Meenakhsi's with a grudge's girl like look with her hairs in front, Vicky with a cigarette in his mouth etc. Captioning these pictures with the funniest lines was the rest to be done. Though these pictures would never be revealed in public but will always be a part of our secret college collection...

(To be continued..)
The Bastards-4

THE BASTARDS-2

2012-03-25T05:35:00.001-07:00

The plan was FULL-PROOF. As always. We were going to follow the same plan that we undertook one year to rob the physics lab. One man was going to stand at the door, another man on the terrace and one inside the room. The man at door will watch for any danger, the man inside will pack the things into a bag and will attach to rope tied at the window. The man on the terrace will pull the bag by the rope and the things to be stolen will be out of the lab. Next thing will be to get the far end of the building which is closer to the college boundary wall and with full force the bag will be thrown out of the campus.

This was the previous plan. A well designed, framed and well executed but failed as we didn't thought about the breakage of utensils as we threw the bag from the height. Though some of the utensils like thick glass beakers and iron gauge were not broken and generated an amount of almost 1500 bucks.

But this time, the shot worth 20,000 bucks. Hence a lot more handling and care was to be employed. Rocky was busy on terrace making a pulley like machine which he called will do the vengadium-leviyosa task. He had brought a steel pipe and two copper wires almost 100 meters in length. He fixed the pipe horizontally with a iron rod inside which made the pipe roll freely on it. The rod was fixed to wall with two connectors on either side. The bag was huge enough to contain four LCD monitors, and was tied with the copper wire on both the side for pulling it.

Ishan was positioned on the entry of the lab to see whether someone was coming. I was inside to clean the Lab.

Thursday was chosen as the day, as the trip was scheduled from Saturday to the entire coming week. Also Thursday had five lectures in succession and It was damn sure that no one was going to attend the practicals. The lab will be empty and the period during which the attendant will be having his lunch will be used for the robbery.

Thursday, The DO day...

As expected the practical was bunked and everybody left the class room as the lectures were over. We three pretended to do complete our journals hence were left alone in the class room.

"Let's do it" said Rocky.

"Wait, there is a bag still left. Someone is still there in department" said Ishan.

"And I know who is she let's go" I replied.

We went inside the toilet from where we had the clear view of the Lab's door. The attended was preparing for his Lunch and it was the perfect time.

"OK, you both go inside the lab, I'll be on the terrace"said Rocky.

Ishan and I went near the lab and knocked the door "Sir We have got to execute some important programs. Rest of the students are not going to attend the practicals. So can we sit for a minutes or two".

Watching our innocent faces he allowed us to enter inside the lab. We switched on a computer and started typing on it. But the thing went wrong and instead of leaving for lunch he came beside us and started watching the monitor.

5 minutes went away. Ishan and I were sharing horrified looks saying we have to cancel the plan.

And suddenly, my eyes turned outside the window where a two copper wires were slowly climbing down. My heart started beating louder, I elbowed Ishan and his expression also turned horrified. Rocky had started his job. I quickly typed some lines of the monitor for Ishan that read "Printf("\n You go and stop him, I'll call if condition=true");"

He got the signal and "One minute I'll bring the notes" saying this he ran away.

"He is such a fool" I said smiling towards the attendant.

"He he he" he gave a return smile.

Then began a war. A war between me, the keyboard, the enter button and the attendants eyes. I was writing every thing that came to my mind and bombarding my frustration and fear on the enter button, while the attendant was controlling his hunger and was moving from one end of lab to another. I could hear the weird sounds coming from his stomach that demanded food.

At last his dam of hunger broke "How much time more?" he asked.

"I don't know sir, I think I should call the teacher."I replied.

What the fu..were his expression.

"OK, you wait here. I'll have my lunch. If your problem is solved then lock close the doors of the lab and go" he said.

"OK sir" my heart filled up with joy.

As the attendant left I called Rocky's cell phone and on the first ring a bag fell on the window saying QUICK.

"How stupid, what if I had called him to escape?" I thought.

Without spending much time. I disconnected four monitors in the front row and packed them one by one into the bag. Chaining up I gave another miss call and there was a quick pull and half the chain was left open.

"Why that Bastard is in so hurry?" I cursed him.

The bag was pulled up. I came out of the lab, Ishan was there with a book in hand.

As he saw me he raised his eyebrows and my wink answered his all questions. We both ran on the terrace. Rocky was busy unpacking some boxes from his bag.

"What's it?" I asked him.

"Fireworks, Rockets" he replied getting out some from the box and started tying it in side of the bad.

"Hey what are you doing?" a sweet, soft, girlish voice fell on our ears. we knew who she was. She was expected to be around. We turned around, she was standing at the door of the terrace.

Meenakshi was the cutest, sweetest and the only girl in the class who talked with her. She was milky fair and had two rosy spots on her chicks. She was the most beautiful girl in the class and many had a crush on her. I secretly had a very serious crush but because of my bastard friends never make the courage to tell her. She also enjoyed our company and always was around us. Many said if she would be a boy, then she would have been another bastard.

Though her presence was not harmful but still she didn't knew about any of our destructive plans. And as we never got caught no one ever knew. Also as she was the ladies representative we got all the information about happenings in the college.

"Hey meenu, what are you doing here?" I asked her with a smiling face.

"Nothing just saw you both running on the terrace, I thought...Everything OK?" she asked.

"Ya everything's OK, everything is perfectly fine" I replied.

"Then why were you so hurried" she asked.

"Nothing, actually..." I turned around watching Rocky, he picked up his hand and gestured me as cutting the neck, I understood "Actually, We were working on a project"

"What? Really, let me see" she moved forward to see and Rocky and Ishan's heart came out of their mouth.

"No, Actually not now. It is getting completed actually on final stage. We'll show you as it gets complete but not now. Hey do have water? I am very thirsty" I changed the topic.

"Ya..The bottle is in my bag. Go and get it"

"No, you come with me, I don't touch girls bag. You know that?" I said firmly.

"You are such a.." saying this she gave me smile and got out of the terrace door. I went behind her.

"So what's the project on" asked Meenakshi.

"What!..Ya the project. It's a kind of a....Lift" I said stammering.

"A lift?"

"Ya a lift which runs on.....Water" I was out of my mind.

"Wow..you mean to say Hydro-electricity,right?" she was amazed.

"What's it?" I questioned in my mind "Ya.. now you got it right" I was watching the door of the terrace.

"You people are such intelligent. I always wonder how do you get such ideas?" she said.

"I too" I said watching the door.

Few seconds later the two came down.

"Let's go" said Rocky wiping his sweat.

"Why are you sweating?" Meenakshi asked to Rocky.

"Because it's so cold here" he always hated talking to her.

"Let's go" said Ishan.

"Let's go Meenu" I said.

"No I have to get checked some records" she replied.

Her staying here was risky. If she go up to see our project then we'll be exposed.

"Hey I too have some records. Let's check them together tomorrow" I dragged her out of college with us.

Four Hours Later...

We were standing outside the college boundary wall. Rocky pulled out two strings from the other side of the wall and as he stretched them they had direct contact to the terrace of the building.

"So..now we climb to the terrace. Right?" I asked.

Rocky turned towards me and said "Vengadium leviyosa".

"What??" I asked in surprise.

Ishan burnt the two sides of the wire and suddenly two flames of fire ran from Rocky's hand to the terrace. Something inflammable was applied to the wires. At the end of wire four firework rockets were placed on either side. that means eight rockets facing the opposite direction wall. As the rockets were ignited, they all blew in the same direction. But as they were tied to the bag, the bag also moved due the force generated by eight powerful rockets. Now the bag was tied to the steel pipe which could only rotate on its place, bag instead of moving forward rotated at its own place and got mounted on the two copper wires. And with the remaining force of the rockets it came sliding down right on to our hands.

"vengadium leviyosa!!!" I said in absolute amazement.

"I told you" replied Rocky...

(To be continued...)
The Bastards-3

THE BASTARDS

2012-03-22T06:00:00.004-07:00

"BULL SHIT.. I am not coming".

"But why??"

"I don't have money"

"But why don't you have money?"

"Because I don't have money"

Rocky (The ultimate Bastard) and Ishan (The stupid bastard) were yelling on me (The unluckiest bastard). Our college had organized an industrial visit (So called) to Hyderabad and I was in no mood to join. Actually I had the mood but scarcity of money made it "sour grapes" for me.

"You have got money to spend on that crap vehicle, you have money for those bull shit novels and you don't have money for the academic tour, right?" asked Rocky.

"Ya, that's right. And for your kind information that crap drives us home. So please before saying any word about it think about your way back home because if she hears it and gets angry, then we have a big reason to worry" I said pointing towards my grand father's age bike.

"Oh man, we'll figure out some way to get you money. Isn't it Rocky?" said Ishan winking towards Rocky.

Rocky gave back his ULTIMATE-DEVIL'S-SMILE.

"I..AM..HAVING A very bad feeling...." I drank the last drop of saliva in my throat.

THE BASTARDS

Some events in life make you BAD-MAN even if you not intend it to do so. The same thing had happened with the three of us. Right from the first day in college fate have played lots of googly's with us. Every time we tried to do a good job it turned into worst and eventually gave us THE BASTARD tag.

It was the first day in college and Rocky came up with his brand new honda civic. He had inherited a rich family and as a gift of being admitted to one of the prestigious college, he got the car. So with a great family pride he landed his car just by side of a Maruti 800 in front of the main college building.

Meanwhile some guys were playing with a basket ball on the court. One of them was suddenly haunted by a devil's thought and he kicked the ball with full power with his leg. The ball went high in the air and landed on the head of a boy from first year. The boy fell down and became unconscious. The guys vanished from the court in no time and there was a chaos.

"Let's take him to the hospital" some one cried out.

"I'll bring the car" words fell out of Rocky's mouth.

"Go, be quick"

Rocky in a heroic speed ran towards the car and quickly started it up. He put the car on first gear and accelerated to quickly reach to the unconscious boy.

Suddenly someone cried from the group gathered "He has gained consciousness. he is good now".

Rocky had just forwarded his car a meter or two when he heard that. Thinking of no need of the car now, he reversed the car in same speed and BANG..

The bumper of Rocky's car crashed Maruti's entire front engine.

"Oh shit.."He said and quickly moved his car a bit forward and took a sharp turn and again took a reverse. But fate had stored something more for him, The guy who could drive smoothly without a cut from busy area's of Delhi and Mumbai, crashed with a car where he was all alone. TWICE.

Later the news came that it was college Dean's car and that permanently cancelled his right to drive...

Ishan was one of the intelligent and bright student in the entire first semester. He was handsome too, hence girls in class tried to communicate with him. But his good days were to be ended by Mr. and Mrs Moore.

Mr. and Mrs. Moore was the most adorable couple of the department. They were together since their college days and recently had married each other. Mrs.Moore was very intelligent and a calm women while Mr. Moore was exactly opposite, confused, tensed and always doubting.

During the days of submission, Ishan was left alone to get checked his records. He went to the staff room in search of Mr. Moore. There was no one in the class room except Mrs. Moore.

Not finding Mr.Moore Ishan started to leave when "Hey, Ishan. Can you help me bringing down that file from the cupboard" Mrs. Moore's words fell on Ishan's ears.

He went to her. She was trying to pull down a file from placed on top of the cupboard but couldn't make it. Ishan pulled out a chair, stood on it and brought the file. While climbing down the chair, the foot of chair slipped and Ishan felled on the floor. Mrs. Moore ran and bend down to help him.

As she bent, the upper part of her sari or her pallu fell down which wasn't pinned up to the blouse. Without caring about her pallu she helped hurted Ishan to stand up and then quickly pulled up her pallu before some one could see. But the work was done. Mr. Moore was standing behind at the door. Bewildered. From his view it appeared as if both of them just...

And at last THE ME.. Sunny (Or the SHANI) The unluckiest man ever born on the earth. I was not so famous guy of the class. My presence was neither appreciated nor affected to some one. Till the day..

Miss Puja was an intern in out department who used to conduct hardware and Networking practicals. On the very first day she declared that "She know's nothing about the hardware and if networking is concerned then she was very active on Facebook". So attending her practicals was like having a afternoon nap in the lab after lunch.

That day after recess I drank water from the water cooler and filled up Rocky's bottle. The practical was scheduled five minutes later and I had to pick my records from the classroom. So I hurried to the class room with the bottle in my hand.

As I was walking hurriedly towards class room I heard Rocky's voice from behind calling me.

I suddenly turned behind and BOOM. Miss Puja was standing behind with a huge bunch of official letters in her hands. Due to our collision all the letters flew out of the stack and spread on the floor. All of a sudden her temper raised and she placed a hard core slap on my face.(She must have worked very hard to sort out the letters)

Rocky was paused at the place he was, I was stumped with the slap. This was my first experience having a slap from a girl. I stood there holding my palm on the cheeks. Unlucky that Half of the class watched the scene..Lucky that no girl was there...

"A person is not born bad, Situations made him look like", same happened with us. Every student and staff who knew these accidents called us THE BASTARDS...

"What's in your mind Rocky?" I asked him.

"I have a plan" He said smiling, placing his hand on the LCD monitor.

"And what is..." I stopped as got aware of what he was thinking about. "Are you out of your mind? The physics Lab was OK, there was no security there, we could take away any thing we wanted in our bags"

"But still we did it in a well planned way" Ishan interrupted.

"We are going to use the same plan buddy. All I need is a bag that can hold four monitors, That we'll get from the hostel, A steel pipe twice the size of the bag from your father's workshop and some fireworks that I'll manage" said Rocky giving the headlines of the plan.

"This boy has gone crazy, completely out of mind. Do you know what are you trying to do? you are gonna rob the Lab from the college. and college means security, How are we going to bypass the guards? And what if we get caught?" my heart had started beating faster that it's original speed.

"Then you'll go to jail" said rocky.

"What??"

"Relax buddy, I have a master plan. And we won't have to bypass the security guards. The monitors will come to us by itself" said Rocky chilling out.

"Like vengadum-leviyosa!" said Ishan.

"You people have lost your minds. I told you not to read the books I read. You can't take it"I said walking away.

"Are you in or not?" now Rocky was angry.

I stood at the place I was. I wanted to go on the tour. I didn't had the money. Rocky had the plan. I had no choice...

(To be continued...)

The Bastards-2

Boycott LOVE...

2012-03-13T02:11:00.001-07:00

Guys,Today I am going to discuss a very crucial,deadly topic that is responsible for ruining the young generation. LOVE. You propose a girl she says NO, You again propose a GIRL she says I'M CONFUSED, you once again propose the GIRL and tada....SHE IS YOUR GIRL FRIEND. Have you ever noticed the degradation or up-gradation in the thinking of the GIRL day by day. I mean the girl who was never interested in you one day becomes confused another day and the third day RELATIONSHIP STATUS CHANGED!!

Is it because the boy used to tell her everyday how she felt about her, and for taking rid of the boring speech every day, she agreed?

Or is it because the boy was truly in love with her and the girl realized his feelings?

Or is it because some one told her that the boy has a very heavy bank balance!!

In anyway girls don't have any feelings for the boys, it's always the boys who EAT-SHIT!!

HOW??

I'LL TELL YOU...

When you are in relationship with the girl, you come across many truth's that you may not even know being a friend. She says"I always loved you, but you know my family problems" (How does family problems relate to not loving a boy, and if it does then are the problems over now?) "I always wanted to talk with you, but you were always busy with others" (Which means I knew you will come crawling on my knees some day or the other)..

It is always the responsibility of a boy to talk with a girl, to propose her and the girls just have to follow the simple predefined protocol called NO, I'M CONFUSED and then I FEEL VERY SAFE WITH YOU...(Here the seeds for ruining your life is planted.)

THEN COMES THE PHASE-II

Consider two boys one in love and other not.

THE BOY NOT IN LOVE's STORY:

During exams:

Last half an hour and you have solved just three questions barely enough to give you passing marks. You look up at the watch, on question paper and then around yourself. This is the first time you pick up your head from the answer sheet to see what's happening in the exam hall. You see half of the hall is empty, there is a guy who has closed his eyes smiling and humming some soft tone and a very sexy, beautiful invigilator.

The other guys from your class call you from outside but your concentration is on the invigilator which holds you in the class room. You ask for more answer sheets and write as much as you can watching her face and trying to remember what and what you have not learnt.

The paper gets over and you realize that you are not going to make it...

THE BOY IN LOVE's STORY:

During exams:
Last half an hour and you have solved as much as you could from the question paper and now the words on it are like alien language to you. You look around see half of exam hall is empty, some weird looking faces and a beautiful invigilator.
Now seeing her face, a lightening strikes your mind which reminds you of "HER". The last date with her. How she rested her (Brainless)head on your arms, how you touched her cheeks gently and later how tightly you hugged (After which your breath chocked for five minutes). Then a soft music starts from the back ground and from no where it suddenly starts raining. All the day light go dim and you feel as you are the only person sitting in the hall.
You feel as if standing on the bench and throwing all the papers here and there and sing a EXTRA-DOSED romantic song. And then from nowhere she lands on your arms. You come closer, she feels shy, you feel romantic, she puts down her eyes, you feel erected, she give you power, you are coming AND...
"TIME'S UP" invigilator announces.
You feel this was the best day of life. These are the days you was waiting for. Now your life is well settled. (THIS IS BAD,WORST IS YET TO COME)...

THE GRAND FINALE OF LOVE:
You and SHE are on the top of the world. She makes you laugh, she makes you think, she makes you organised. You are habituated to her.
One day your grandmother's health goes from serious to serious++ level and you have to go to meet her in an emergency. A sudden news creates a chaos in your mind and in this chaos you forget to take your mobile with you. After two days GRAND MAMA'S health level degrades that is from serious++ to serious and you take a sigh of relief.
Now, you want to rush home just to meet up with the academics you lagged in these days and see the most beautiful face who must have gone mad without you. And then...
"You don't care about the people around you. You are such an irresponsible person. I know now you don't like talking with me. How can someone forget his mobile? I know you have listed me in block list."
(If you know I did this then, why are you telling this to me?)
You expect her to be worried because you were not with her, but actually she is worried about the GOD DAMN MOBILE...
Then comes the day when YOU REALIZE YOUR MISTAKES:
Results:
The guy who had written barely enough to pass, gets passed and you the ALMIGHTY LOVER gets half of your subjects with a F@#KING "F" mark. You become depressed. You feel as if life has ended for you. Though your success wouldn't have made any one proud but your failure have seriously affected many people's life including your neighbors, teachers, college staff, non teaching staff, the milk man, the news paper guy and each and every person on earth who knows you.
Then your mobile buzz..
She-"Hey howz da result??"
You-"3 back :-("
She-"Oh..Guess what I am the topper from my class"
You-"Congo...:-("
She-"Wht?? Are u nt hppy?"
(Has she gone crazy, here my life has ended and she asks me to be happy)

No reply from me.

Lots of messages from her, which concludes you were in a wrong company, your friends didn't allow you to study, LOOK THEY TOO HAVE BACKLOGS...

You don't reply for the day and the next day..

And you start having calls from the people you never even bothered to be the same class. All of them letting you know about your condition and how is she responsible for it.

You lose your temper. She has become more than a problem for you now. So instead of concentrating on your EXTRA STUDIES, you start finding ways to run away from her. BUT DOG'S TAIL NEVER LEAVES HIM.

Now the only solution for this never ending suffering and phone calls from unknown numbers and peoples is to CUT-THE-TAIL...

You think BREAKING UP with her will be better for you and for her. You will get your privacy, she will also concentrate on her studies. You realize that this not the right time for these activities. You have to first be able to stand on your own feet and for that you have to study hard and score good marks to secure a good job. You realize that "What you did would not have been a mistake if you were earning or had made up your life. But you didn't ,so it was a mistake. And you have to pay for it"

You keep a hard stone on your heart, make it understand that you like her but you don't deserve her. Not at least now. But we will work hard and win her in a royal style, like a WINNER.

You send her the last massage- I'm Breaking Up...

You think it's over but...

"You heartless, feeling less, ruthless man. you all boys are the same. You think we girls are like toys to play with. But we are not. You will pay for what you did. I will make you burn..."

And the friends because of whom your life was ruined becomes her best buddies now. She tells each and every chapter to them that you never felt important to share. Her side becomes strong and the phone calls from unknown number now turns into personal counselling.

Endless suggestions, never ending advises and lots of lots of speeches from every person you meet. Positive and negative, but both summarizes one thing YOU MADE GRAVE A MISTAKE.

Life becomes worst. Every job you undertake turns into a failure. Mirror start showing a very different person. You become the one who you are not. The zeal, the enthusiasm within you gets lost somewhere. Food doesn't satisfy your hunger. Thirst for knowing things disappears from the life. You break up with your life.

And One day...

"I have found a new one. He is well matured. Our thinking matches very well. He also recently broke up with his girl friend. So we share a kind of same feelings. He is much better than..." A message on your friends mobile from her ends every thing.

You lose the faith in love. There is nothing like it.

You feel happy, you feel sad. You have no feeling for her.

The news of her being in a new relationship comes to you from every direction.

May be she will be living a happy life or may be not...

But your life will be ruined FOREVER...

That's why I say BOYCOTT LOVE...CONCENTRATE ON STUDIES...

The Cool Age (A short film)

2012-01-27T08:19:00.003-08:00

Plot: It is a story of three friends Sam (A super cool guy who doesn't care of anything in outer world) Rahul (A super flirty guy who wants to be the boyfriend of the most gorgeous girl in world) and Paras (A super shy and studious guy who has very high ambitions). The story starts with the first day of trio in the college through various ups and downs and finally ends when the three pass out as engineers.

Characters: Sam (Swarup Pal "2nd year Mechanical YCCE"), Paras (Ashish Sawant "2nd year I.T PIET") Rahul (Vishwas Bhagwat "2nd year Computer Technology PCE"), Avantika (Rupali Kukudkar), Dad (Harish Dewase), Professor (Sanket Raut "4th year I.T GNIET") and BHAI (Nikhil Jagnade "2nd year I.T J.D College of engineering")

Edited By: Sandeep Thakre, Sanket Raut, Prashant Ganbhoj

Organised by: Roshan Chaudhari, Chetan Parate, Tushar Dongre, Prashant Ganbhoj

Camera: Ganesh Radke, Swarup Pal, Sandeep Thakre

Concept,Story,Screenplay and Directed by: Sandeep Thakre

Mirage of Eternity (Part-6)

2011-12-30T10:13:00.002-08:00

Three years and six months earlier…

“So he is gonna meet me?” asked Mr. Sengupta. (Gauri’s Father)

“Yes” replied Gauri.

“You mean he is gonna come here?”

“Yes DAD” she said in a normal assuring tone which was troubling Mr. Sengupta.

I boarded off Gauri from her return journey to home and as a payback of “Not-Saying-Sorry” for last six months I had to take her on dinner. Next day however I witnessed Gauri’s happiest moment ever. She had been waiting her convocation for like lifetime. If she had missed this day, then she would have been cursing me for her entire lifetime. Gauri dressed in her formal dress that was a pure starched white salwar-suit was looking as an angel landed on the earth. Though she was not amongst the girls who were being felicitated on the dais, still she was the happiest women in the entire audience. Actually she was the only women I was staring at…

After the convocation ceremony I promised her that I would be visiting her on Sunday to have a coffee with her father and in reply she said “Bring a helmet along, My Dad my shower lots of love on you that may include tea pot, bowls, plates and other crockery on the tea table”.

“Well I can guess that, after all it’s Sengupta family’s grand welcome for the son-in-law” I replied boarding her bag in the storage compartment of the Bus.

With a soft hug she climbed up in the bus and I went near the window where she was sitting. I could see through her eyes how badly she was going to miss me. Same condition was mine.

When the bus started leaving and I stepped back she said in a soft innocent voice “Do shave before coming” and I gave her a smile of assurance that I be spending my hours before the meeting in a Salon.

“Girls cannot understand how cool it looks” said Sandeep who was standing by me waiting for another bus with his Laptop writing something in it.

“You mean to say he will sit in front of me and discuss about you marring him” asked Mr. Sangupta raising his eyes.

“I…guess so…” Gauri replied smiling.

“You are such a stupid fool girl. Didn’t you find any Hindu boy, though not a Doctor?” He yelled on her.

“Nope…” she replied.

“Then why do you even bother to ask us if you have decided your fate with that ugly, barbarian, uneducated, uncivilized guy?” he yelled even more.

Gauri was trying hard to remain calm as she wanted to welcome me with a fresh and beautiful face. She stood up from the dining table and started leaving when her father fired his last bomb “When is that bastard going to come I have called one of my close friends family to accompany me?” that was the end.

She was turning to start a never ending argue which always ended with a slap on her face when the gatekeeper came to rescue. “There is someone in a white car at the gate can I send them in” he said.

“They must be Mr. Khurana, send them quick” Mr. Sengupta said hurriedly standing up from the table wiping his hands with napkins.

“Khurana is coming? Wow that’s perfect” she said raising her hands up in the air.

Khurana was the family with whom Mr. Sengupta had recently generated close friendship with and were planning for extending this friendship into a relationship.

“I want you at the door with us welcoming him” ordered Mr. Sengupta to his daughter.

The entire family was standing at the door as if a minister was coming to visit their house and pass their high priority project. All of them with smiling faces looking at the white Honda accord landing in their lawn. The front door flew open and the driver came out of it quickly rushing behind to open the rare door.

I saw all of their jaws open when they saw my first look coming out of the shining white accord. I had counseled almost all of my friends about how to dress for the occasion and finally finalized the black suit with a white shirt, a black rayban goggle and a decent hair style. I came out of the car as I was the super-star Khan coming out for the premier of KKHH and took out the goggle giving a decent smile facing towards the family.

The entire family was staring at me in awe while Gauri was like she had seen the most wonderful teddy bear in the world.

I moved forward towards Mr.Sengupta and forwarded my hand in professional manner saying “hello sir, I am Aquib sheikh”

“Ohh…Hello…Come in” was all he could say and we all went inside the house.

“So what does your father do Mr.Sheikh?” Mr.Sengupta directly jumped to the point.

“We have a family business of perfumes. SHAHI ITTAR must have heard about it” I replied.

“Ya we use the same during our Puja..” Mrs.Sengupta jumped into the discussion with a huge smile on her face. She was impressed.

“And you don’t have interest in the family business, right?” Mr.Sengupta asked.

“No…I keep a watch on the daily activities whenever I am here. But Infosys also has some projects that cannot work without me so…” I replied drinking a sip of coffee in royal style.

“How much are you paid at Infosys?”

“It’s fifty thousand a month round figure including all the expenses” I replied.

“It’s really very good beta. You must have brought your parents with you” said Mr. Sengupta patting my back.

“Well…” I paused looking towards Gauri. They must have got the answer.

Her eyes were still investigating me for genuineness or I had faked someone’s appearance. Like those of SRK’s.

The meeting went on smoothly and at the end while leaving the Khurana platoon arrived.

“Who was the guy? Must be a very high profile one” said one of the Khurana’s looking at my car.

Mr.Sengupta kept his hands on Gauri’s sholders and said “Yes he is. Sometimes donkeys also make good decisions”. Hearing those words Gauri blushed like the typical Indian bride and went inside running in full speed.

Well as all other inter community marriages, My marriage was also one of the special and was looked upon as a milestone in the inter communal friendship. The marriage took place twice first in rocking Hindu tradition and later in simple Muslim tradition. In both the marriages our parents played a very important role making us understand the rituals that are to be performed. Well best part of this twice marriage system was that I saw Gauri twice in a month as newlywed bride.

The marriage was very lucky for me and I got an unexpected promotion in my job. I had been posted to Ahmadabad where company had newly established its new office and wanted to settle down in the market as soon as possible. The company gave us a quarter which was in a Hindu populated colony. We shifted ourselves to the new house and the society. After settling and designing our new house when I got out I found the things strange. Very strange…

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(To be continued...)

Mirage of Eternity (part-5)

2011-12-09T09:32:00.003-08:00

Present Day Afternoon, Near Regional MOSQUE

Afternoon was the time for the people to gather together and offer prayers to the ALLAH in the mosque. Every person in the city was aware about the tragic incident that took place in the morning. It was risky today to get out for the normal people. But again this was the crucial time when they have to show their true affection towards the GOD.

Today if they don’t offer the prayers to GOD than it would be the most selfish deed of any human being on earth.

The people got out of their houses with traditional caps on their head. They knew that their GOD was going to safeguard them. They were wrong. Today even God had closed his eyes…

The prayers began sharp at its usual time and the sound fell on the ears of Pandit. His senseless body experienced a shiver as the idea struck his mind. The time for the revenge has come.

Pandit started walking towards the mosque and the others started following him. The sword was in his hand as it was a part of his body. Some people sensed what was in his mind; hence they left the crowd in middle of the way.

In some minutes they were in front of the Mosque. The crowd surrounded the entire area in front. Every one holding swords and trishuls in their hand and waiting…

“Friends” Pandit said turning towards the crowd “They are praying to their God. Thanking him for what he made possible in the morning. They think they have won. But that was just their part of the play, now it’s our turn”

There was a roar in the crowd. The people praying inside sensed it. They sensed their fate.

“Let us offer gifts to our God with the blood of these murderers” said Pandit and marched towards the Gate.

That was the beginning of the cruel bloodshed. It was written in the holy quaran that “when a innocent die, its effect will be sensed by entire humanity”. It was a forecast that came true.

No child, No adult, No man, No women No living could make his way out of the mosque. Pandit was waving his sword aimlessly. The vision of burnt bodies at the station gave him invincible power. The eyes full of tears made him blind. The headless man lying on his lap in the morning, the unrecognized body of his son and the innumerable dead families must be feeling happy now was all he thinking. Pandit had forgotten all his morals, teachings he had gained through the study of the holy books he studi
ed.

There was blood all over the floor. No one was alive under the vision. Pandit was still banging his sword on a dead body. Two men came running and grabbed him. They pulled him out of the mosque. He was uncontrollable but soon gained it as he saw the vision outside the mosque.

There was a crowd of innumerable people standing outside, holding fire torches. The people who left from the middle of the procession towards the Mosque must have brought them. Pandit felt a sense of joy within him. He had finally united his community. The seed he planted was now standing in front in form of a huge tree. Now his army was ready for the counter attack…

The man as saw pandit was out of the mosque rotated his hand holding the torch with full force
and threw the burning torch in the direction of the mosque. That started the rain of fire on the mosque. Every man who brought the torch threw it in the direction and minutes later the mosque was burning.

Pandit felt the fire, same as his son has felt, same as the Ram-sewaks had felt. He smiled facing towards the burning building. This is just a beginning… he was thinking Just a beginning...

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Earlier

I woke up at 5 AM in the morning. My head was paining at its max because of the hangover of last night party. I usually used to wake up at 11 or 12 after such parties but today was different. Today I had to accomplish a very high priority mission.

Prakash told me that Gauri was going to board the bus at 7AM in the morning. I had to travel about 10 Kilometers across the city to stop her. Add to that there was a cloudy weather out. I prayed not to rain today. I finished my morning activities and left for the bus stop at sharp 6AM.

After riding at fastest possible speed I reached the bus stop. The drops of rain were slowly falling on my head. To my surprise there was no one at the bus stop. Not even a single dog. I remembered that prakash had told me exact 7 AM the bus will leave. How come there is no one here.

I went running to the travel and tourist service office and peeped inside through the window. The in charge was sleeping on the bed fully packing himself in the bed sheet. I knocked the pane of window. There was no effect. I went inside the building and knocked the door starting from joint of middle finger, to clenched fist and finally banging the door by the shoulders. After two or three hits the door was open by the in charge who appeared to be in half sleep.

“Was there a bus scheduled for Amravati in the morning?” I asked to confirm the information that Prakash gave me.

“Are you Aquib?” he asked.

“Yes” I was surprised.

“She left something for you” he handed over an envelope to me.

I opened the envelope. There was a letter in it. She had clubbed some words in that piece of paper that truly depicted how much she loved me. The love was breaking out from the words which were truly and only meant for me. I sensed a circular patched on the page which was formed by a drop of water on it. It was the drop of love. I was the luckiest man to have the most loving girlfriend. The letter said...

You are the sun of my day,

And moon of my night

When you are beside,

Everything seems so bright.

Even the gloomy darkness

Loses its evil lustre

As you carefully brighten my life

Now that you’re gone,

Nothing seems alright

Little joys that we shared together

Seems to have started a fight.

The little ray of hope that flickers by,

The warm breeze that passes by,

Keeps telling,

“Keep waiting,

Your love is not worth denying.”

-Still waiting..I know you'll be back

“When did the bus left?” I asked the in charge who must have sensed tears in my eyes.

“About half an hour ago” he replied in a soft voice.

“How far it must have gone?”

“There were some passengers boarding from next stop at 20 kilometers. Hope you find it there” he said clearly giving me the signal to run.

I grabbed the accelerator of my motor cycle and sped towards the direction where the bus was gone. The slow shower of rain was now taking pace. I was fully wet in one minute and the directly striking rain drops on my eyes didn’t let me drive. I placed a hand over my eyes like as protective cover and drive.

I saw the bus had left from the next stop which was another branch of same travelling agency. I increased the speed and now was driving over 100 Kmph.

And then I saw the bus. It was driving slowly as if it was waiting for me to come. I stopped my bike in front of it and waved hand signaling it to stop. Shivering with cold I got into the bus and my eyes started searching for the diamond I was desperately in need of.

My vision was going blur hence I rubbed my eyes with the edge of the sleeve. I started staring on each and every face in the bus moving forward through the space in the middle. Along with the rain drops tears also mixed up in my eyes. I moved forward wiping out them with my hand.

Suddenly I felt of bang on my head from behind. Someone had thrown and travel bag with full force on me. I turned around to see, It was her. She came closer smiling, crying and carrying every emotion that she got, on her face.

“Whom were you searching for?” she said breaking into tears.

“You, You only you my love and I am really very sorry for everything” saying that I hugged her.

“Why didn’t you say it before?” she asked patting me on chest.

“Why were you leaving?”

“Because my graduation is completed you fool” she said burying her face in my arms.

“Is it?” I asked.

“Convocation was your dream. And I cannot even think about your dream being broken that too because of me” I said hugging her tight.

“Awwww How cute is that?” a girl sitting in front said and everybody started laughing.

“Let’s go” I said to Gauri.

“Where???” She asked.

“First to yours hostel, then to your convocation and then to your house”

“Why to my house?”

“Well I will ask for your hand to your father?”

“What are you going to do with my hand? I have a better idea why don’t you ask for me as whole? I am doctor now will be useful too” her words broke both of us in laughter and we hugged once again tightly as we missed it over a span of last six months…

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(To be continued...)
(Special Thanks to Ronita Syam for her sweet poem You are my life)
Next part: Mirage of Eternity (Part-6)

Mirage of Eternity (part-4)

2011-12-04T21:26:00.001-08:00

Four years earlier

The post campus period was worse than expected. The regular six months of training in all most all the metropolitan cities of India almost broke my connection with the social world. There were time when Prakash and I used to call and share our experiences on job every hour, which then turned to days, week and now almost a month.

But though in a very tight schedule I had always been supported and encouraged by a voice. Gauri and I though haven’t met more than twice since last six months, were closer to each other than ever. She used to tell about how eagerly she waited for completion of her graduation. Not to be a doctor but for the convocation.She used to tell about her experiments and her projects which only contained of cutting and repairing human bodies. She told me that many times they were mistaken in stitching the wounds of the body in the practical then she just used to cover it with the bandage.

“Well If I ever got fractured take me to the topper of your class” I teased her on the call.

“Don’t worry baby, I will personally take care of you and that too without any charge” she chuckled.

“Oh my GOD”

She laughed and my heart felt the joy.

“OK serious now” she turned her tone “Have you talked about me with your parents?”

“Hmm…”

“So what did they say?”

“What do you expect?”

There was a silence then.

“Oh that is what you expect huh… You want my parents to reject you so that you get rid of me. Not any time soon baby” I teased her telling the approval from my side.

“Oh no…I mean…Really they are going to accept me?” she asked in a surprised and a joyful tone. Though I was hundreds of kilometers away from her but still I felt the drop from her eyes. Or maybe it was just from mine?

“What’s wrong in it? We both are capable, independent and will earn enough to support them fulfilling our needs. What more hey accept?” I said.

“Your parents are really good people Aquib”

“Why? Aren’t yours?” I teased.

“Actually no”

“What?” I was surprised.

“I talked to them about our relationship and...” she paused.

“And…what?” my heart beats increased.

“And… They want me to marry any bullshit Doctor they have selected for me. I told her that I won’t be happy ever with him but they are not ready to understand. They say you will be well settled with a doctor. How come it is that I won’t settle with an engineer? You too earn the same as a doctor. In fact you will earn more than my father in an year or two”

What??...Really…WOW.

“As all of these didn’t work then they used the master weapon”

“What is that?” I was amazed by the words she used.

“I call it that as I know it creates huge problem”

I knew what she was talking about.

“They said you won’t be able to adjust in their community. You are unfamiliar with their customs and all. You will face left alone among them”

“So what did you say?” I asked.

“I said FINE”

When she says FINE that means topic closed for now. JUST FOR NOW. It will be reopened another time with more support with her that time.

“Gauri… You know what, If they thinks such a way then they are right”

“What?” she was confused.

“I don’t want to marry you without their permission. If they are happy and accept me as I am then only we’ll move on”

“What are you saying? This is not going to happen. At least in this life”

“I am all yours for my all the lives darling” I said.

“You are mad or what? If in every life we are not of religion or caste then we won’t get married ever. And why should we care about what they say? You are capable I’ll be soon, then what’s the problem?” She tried to explain.

“The problem is that they gave birth to us. We owe them this life. We have their responsibility. They are the one who decide for us” I said calmly.

“You are such a mama’s boy. You are arguing me for my parents disapproval Aquib have you forgot or what?” she tried to change the topic.

“I know that. But this is not about your or mine parents, It’s just about parents. Just because we are capable that doesn’t mean that we underestimate their decisions. They are equally important now as they were ten years before”

“And you know what they were wrong ten years ago and I can bet they are wrong now also?” Now she was growing tensed “I wanted to be a fashion designer but they forced me into medical and have suffered for five years. Now you want me let them another decision so that my entire life should be ruined”

“I don’t understand why you people think that your parents have ruined your lives. I mean if you were not in medical then would we have ever met, would we have ever fall in Love?” I said.

“But we are no, that’s the best part of it. But their narrow mentality about this classism and racism that is so ridiculous” she was screaming now.

“Stop screaming Gauri” I also increased my pitch.

“Then what I am supposed to do? I expect you to be a hero, and you are running away from the truth like a coward” she replied.

“I am not a coward. I am just accepting the truth. And being hero doesn’t meant breaking the rules of the society”

“Aquib this is not DDLJ where a charming hero will impress the parents of the bride and take her away. This is real life and real life is more complex. You have to take some horrible decisions that your heart doesn’t allow you to”

“Gauri I am not the extraordinary Hero what you expect in me. If your parents are not ready then I won’t marry you” I declared my decision.

“You know what they called you. They called you barbarians. They said you people don’t have a life style you are un educated, orthodox”

I kept silent.

“And you know what?” she paused for a minute “They are right”

A sudden flow of current was experienced by my body.

“You are un educated narrow minded people. You will never grow up with the society. Let the world make any progress you people will be the same backward orthodox bullshit, never going to change at all” she was yelling at me.

“Oh then why don’t you change us?” I also started yelling.

“That too you won’t allow me”

“You’ll do the same thing if you find anything in my family” I asked her in anger.

“Yes I’ll do it. If it is wrong then I’ll do it”

“I’ll not tolerate ant thing against my family do you understand?” I yelled.

“Look you are proving your selves about your mentality” she laughed in anger.

“Thank God, you told me that by now. You change your society and I’ll change mine” saying that I hung up.

I didn’t know what I had done. This was for the first time I had yelled on her or we had argued on any subject. I was cursing myself for what I had done. I wanted to call her back and say sorry but then sounded the words in my mind. You are uneducated orthodox people. Is that what she thinks about me? Is that what she thinks about my family? If it is true then I am not wrong.

SIX MONTHS PASSED OUT in this dilemma within my mind. Whether to call or not? Was the only cycle running inside my head? After the one year training and experiences on every department was over I was sent back to Nagpur as it was my home town. The company appointed me as one of developer in the team.

As almost all the students of the batch were in the town we had planned a get together. Prakash could not make through campus interviews hence he started his own software development firm and was going good though with limited clients. He had two other developers working with him as partners and shared equal in the revenue that was generated.

The reunion party was fun. It seemed like all the friends who were lost had met again. Initial condition was little emotional with warm hugs to boys and shake hands with girls which later turned into the stories of fun in their respective jobs.

I was standing at the bar holding glass of soft drink and having a sip as slow as it was beer or rum. The cycle still went on inside. What was wrong what was right? I was confused. I knew I loved her and she was not going to get out of my mind and heart ever in my life. But the distraction that was created in my mind was pulling me away from her.

“So wussup, My friend?” Prakash tapped me with his hand on my back.

“Nothing much..” I said in a sab voice.

“I said wussup with her?” I knew what he was asking about.

“We broke up?”

“I know”

“You know, how?” I was confused as I have not told anyone about it.

“She called me once” he said drinking a sip of drink he ordered for himself.

“Oh… What did she said?”

“She said you are not interested in her and was inquiring about if someone else was there in your life”

“Such a fool” I murmured.

“I too said the same”

“Then…”

“Then what? She hung up” he drank another sip.

“That’s it? You didn’t ask her about what happened?” I asked Prakash.

“Why should I ask her? You are my friend not she, I am supposed to ask you. So what happened tell me?” he asked

“Her parents disapproved”

“And…”

“And what, her parents disapproved that’s it”

“And you broke up?” now Prakash was confused.

“OK...We had a little argument, about her convincing her parents as I did mine” I told him the story in short.

“You wanted her to convince her parents. That’s why they said no. You know how she is though she tries to say something good it turns into bad. She must have yelled on her parents as she yelled on you and that must have created a bad impression on them of yours”

How did he know that she yelled on me?

“You should have personally met them. And impress them with your wits as you impressed the info-dudes. You are PATHAN my brother. Show them your style, your standard and of course your culture buddy. Make the entire family fall in love with you”

His motivational speech had encouraged me. Now it was not about proving my love it was about proving my culture and heritage.

“Hey but I have broken up with her, actually I have also yelled on her. Would she forgive me?” I said remembering how I spoke with her.

“Hmm that’s the problem. Tomorrow she is leaving you should meet her and do whatever you can” Prakash said drinking another sip.

“She is leaving? And what about her convocation, she was waiting eagerly for that” I asked in surprised.

“She surely doesn’t want to attend. Now you have another reason to stop her…Cheers” he said raising his glass.

Yes I should stop her, the convocation was her dream. She can’t miss it because of me. She is such a fool.

I got up, determined to stop her, tell her how much I loved her, convince her parents, and spend my entire life with her. But I shouldn’t have…
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(To be continued...)
Next part: Mirage of Eternity (Part-5)

Mirage of Eternity (part-3)

2011-11-26T12:15:00.001-08:00

Four years and six months earlier… Campus recruitment INFOSYS

The day has arrived for which every engineer waits for almost four years after high school. Though there are very few who could make their place in the complex qualification of the company. I was amongst one of them. My name was last on the list of the applicable students and first on the list of students being interviewed. Perfect.

Many of our seniors had said that the interview is most critical situation of the life. They ask questions and expect answer that is most simple, however we try to implement complex logic to it and fail. OK lesson number one give simple answers.

But if they ask programming question they expect you to answer the question in terms of complexity of program. Lesson number two forget lesson number one.

I was standing in the boy’s toilet trying to remember all the lessons by the seniors. The interview was going to start in an hour and I was afraid as if was being sent on the war field.

“Hey Aquib!” Prakash entered “someone is looking for you” he said smiling.

“Who?”I asked in irritation.

“Doctor doctor…” Prakash would not call her by name instead he used “DOCTOR” as her name.

“What? Here?” I asked being horrified by her presence in the college. Now I have to give a special interview in entire campus.

I chained up and got out of the toilet where I saw her surrounded by all the boys with their tongue’s out as they have seen a chocolate cake. She was wearing a pick top and blue jeans and was looking extremely hot.

The meeting six months ago in CCD had started a new schedule in my time table. Now I used to catch 7 PM return train instead of 5.30. The one hour was reserved for Gauri which we generally spent in CCD talking. Actually she used to talk I just used to see her pink lips moving…

The numerous number of meetings and same number of coffee had resulted in a very deep friendship amongst us. Though I was in love but I had made up my mind that it was a mere attraction and nothing else. Also something is better that nothing, she used to call me, SMS me, we went to movie thrice, had dinner once what else you expect from a girlfriend?

But why was she here? Yesterday we couldn’t meet as I had told her that I would be preparing for the interview, so she came here all the way to meet me. Was she having the same feeling as I do? Or it was a mirage?

“Nice dress” she complemented. I looked down on my feet feeling shy. I was wearing a formal white shirt and black pant which was strictly suggested by our teachers. Hence all of the students who were to be interviewed looked exactly the same.

“Thanks”

“But you should look different from others”

“How” I asked in confusion.

She opened the chain of her hand bag and pulled out a package. It was a black tie. She unwrapped the package and started tying the knot of the tie. I saw her lowered eyes and contracted lips that were busy tying the knot. That was the beauty for which I would have sacrificed all my luxuries.

I changed the direction of my eyes towards the other boys. There asses were burning as they have just sat up from red hot tawa. I felt a little uncomfortable and started tying the knot myself though it was almost tied by then.

“How do I look?” I asked her showing the tie.

She in response gave me a flying kiss and raised her hand touching the thumb and index finger making a circle while other three erect. I smiled at her response.

“Aquib sheikh” someone called.

“Yes it’s me”

“You are being awaited inside” the peon said.

“Oh shit” my heartbeat increased suddenly and could be heard outside.

“OK, don’t be tensed everything will be alright, just make them laugh” said Gauri. She says don’t panic and she herself is.

“What are you saying?”

“Laughter therapy, you can control anyone’s mind by generating laughter. We use it as a substitute to anesthesia” she explained.

“So, what I am supposed to do?” I was panic now.

“Nothing just go” she said “Hey best of luck, I know you’ll do it”

I’ll do it… for you I wanted to say.

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There were four recruiters. All were in similar black suit and were of same age in mid-fifties. They made mi sit on the chair and I offered them my resume.

“Hmm, you are good in programming, are you?” one of them asked.

“Yes sir, I have participated in many colleges for programming competitions” I answered.

“But you have not won in any of them” another one said. Clean bold.

“But he has participated, and that’s a good thing” another one added to his talk. Was he in support of me or him?

“OK whatever it is. I’ll ask you only one question, If you give me the satisfactory answer you are selected” said the one in front of me.

All the four shared a look among each other and gave a smile.

“So are you ready for it?” he asked bending forward towards me.

“Yes sir” I drank the saliva mounted on my tongue.

“What will you do?” he paused in between “If you come to know that your mother is a prostitute”.

Silence in the room. Even the other recruiters were stumped by the question.

Just make them laugh. The cycle began in my mind. Just make them laugh.

2 minutes later

I came out of the room tapping my feet and the other classmates crowded near me. They wanted to know what I was asked. I was very angry. My interview has not even lasted for five minutes. While the most of the selected seniors have said that they have been trapped by the recruiters for almost fifteen minutes to half an hour.

I cleared the crowed in front of me not answering any of their questions and ran towards the terrace where I usually used to go when I am upset. Gauri too followed me. I sat on the bench on the terrace and buried my head between two arms. Gauri sat by side of me. She slowly placed her arm on my shoulders. I gave a jerk to remove it.

“Aquib, what happened?” she asked in a soft voice.

I wanted to hug her tight and cry my heart out. I had ruined it all. Infosys was my dream. Infosys means you are settled for lifetime with huge salary. And I have lost my only opportunity.

“What did they asked?” she asked again softly.

“This is all bullshit” I started “You won’t believe what they asked”.

“What?” she was now confused, amazed and worried at same time.

“They asked what will you do if your mother is a prostitute.”

She was shattered by the question. She put off her hand over my shoulders and sat straight thinking of something. There was silence for fifteen minutes.

“What did you answered?” she resumed at sixteenth minute.

I to turned towards her and was going to answer when Prakash came up and said “The list of selected students has been displayed”

“I know the result, I am not selected. There is no chance of it” I replied in a nervous tone.

“You are on the top” the words entered my ears like the God have switched on the life button for me.

“What are you saying?” gauri was also amazed.

I stood up and ran down towards the notice board. There was a crowd near it. I made my way through the crowd. Yes Prakash was right. This was a miracle. Aquib sheikh my name was on the top with a package of 2.5 lakh per year. That was almost twenty thousand a month.

I got out of the crowd. Surprised, amazed, thrilled. Gauri came running towards me.

“Is it there?” she asked.

How could this happen? This is impossible.

“Is it there?” she asked again, this time in slightly higher pitch of her voice.

“Yes”

“What did you answered to him?” she asked me in surprise.

“I said… I would make sure that her only customer is my father” I answered stammering.

“Whaaa…t???” she shouted, a sudden smile of surprise was mounted on her face.

“Gauri, I wanted to tell you something” This was the best time for it.

“What is it?”

“I… I… I love you, and I cannot live a second without you and I..” I was yet to finish my sentence when she hold both my cheeks with her soft palms and the very next movement I experienced the first kiss in my life. I put both my arms around her and hold her tight kissing her back.

There was a lot of oooooo’s and aaaaaaa’s around but we pretending to be unaware of it. We both had teleported ourselves in an another world full of love ,peace and enlightenment.

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(To be continued...)
Next part: Mirage of Eternity (Part-4)

Mirage of Eternity (Part-2)

2011-11-20T05:18:00.000-08:00

Five years earlier(cont..)

“Are you sure you want to call her” asked Prakash.

“Yap”

“Think once again…It may create a mess and you remember how she was” Prakash was constantly warning me not to call her. But watching her phone number on the ID card had fused up my senses. I was very determined to call her and tell her about her lost bag.

“She must’ve been worried Prakash. She has lost her ID card, I can’t even imagine how bad she must be going through without it” I replied.

Though I had a very strong reason to call her but that was not my intension. I just wanted to hear her voice. Once, may be last time. We had found her contact number on her ID card and that had awakened the helping and the soft-hearted person within me.

We went to the STD booth near the station and I went inside the chamber to call her while Prakash waited outside. I picked up the receiver and saw the ID card to dial the number. Her face was still there smiling, beautiful charming.

“Hey call her quickly” shouted Prakash from outside.

“Ya…ya…” I nodded my head.

I started dialing the number. For initial five numbers everything was normal and after my hand started trembling, my heart started beating faster and finally at the last number my fingers stopped. I looked outside Prakash was looking at me. He raised his eyebrow. I gave back a smile and dialed the last number. There were few beeps in the beginning and then the phone connected to the other side. As the ringing on other side started, my heart beating also fastened and pulse started running low.

“Hello” a strong firm male voice answered from the other side.

Is it a wrong number? Why would she give a wrong number on her ID? Typical girl.

“Is it Miss sengupta’s number?” I gave a blind formal start.

“No it’s Rajesh” the voice replied.

“Oh sorry, I think I dialed wrong number”

“No it’s sengupta’s number, Just Mr. instead of Miss” the man chuckled.

She is married???

“Oh…I wanted to talk to Miss Gauri, she forgot her purse in the train” I said in a down voice. She is married…it’s over..

“She is such a…Are you from railway authority?” he enquired.

“No sir, actually we travelled together in the train”

“Ok I give you her number call her and handover the purse… I am in Mumbai, she is in Nagpur” he said.

“Actually why don’t you call her and ask her to call me, actually I have to rush for the exams right now and am running out of balance too” My heart was totally broken. I gave him my cell number and hung up the phone.

“What happened?” asked Prakash seeing my contracted face.

“Nothing” I replied in a nervous voice and headed towards our college which took almost fifteen minutes from the station. She didn’t call in the period. I watched the cell for the last time and switched it off as I had to enter into the exam hall. But only cycle roaming in my mind was… She is married!! She is married…Is she married???

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Present day… MLA’s house…

A man entered into the house. The guards at the gate and the door saluted him on the way. The man did not respond. He was not in the condition to, or may be physically he was here but his senses were still in front of the burnt train.

“This is the most shameful event in the Indian history. Because of some psychic fellows an entire community’s head has been laid down. I have personally called CM and discussed the issue. A high level investigation is going to be conducted that would find out who the hell was behind this inhuman massacre. CM has declared this as a terrorist activity and the guilty would be punished mercilessly. Until then we have to remain calm, we are the followers of Gandhi and believe in his quote that an eye for an eye would make entire world blind. So please maintain peace and have trust in the Government” The MLA was saying.

“They were in thousands” someone said from behind and all the eyes turned behind to see who he was. It was Dubey a Pandit from the Shiva’s temple. His eyes were red and filled with tears which resembled anger “And a thousand people cannot go psycho on a same day” his voice trembled and he broke into tears.

“What do you want to say Panditji?” asked MLA.

“I just want to say that you are a fool or the CM has shut your mouth with a huge amount. This was not a psychic activity sir, it was a cold blooded murder of the sewaks” he shouted back.

There was a shock throughout the hall. The younger ones who were silence because of MLA’s orders also stood up to support the pandit. This was the truth that was in every one’s heart but anyone could not go in oppose of the MLA. But pandit has seen the cruel bloodshed by his own eyes and that had eliminated all the fear of MLA or any higher order person.

The Pandit stood up from his place and took out a sword hung on the wall. He held the handle of the sword by left hand and made a cut on the thumb with the tip of the sword.

“I pledge in front of the holy fire, wind and the earth that I will not intake a sip of water or food until and unless I cut every bastard who did this” the pandit announced.

“Panditji, what are you saying? You are promoting a violent activity and if you do so then neither I nor any worker of my party will be supporting you.” The MLA also stood back.

“They will not be supporting me, then they will be supporting the inhuman activity happened in the morning” he said turning around. Almost all the workers had joined him and now were following him.

The MLA stood up in anger and shouted “Why the hell are you so worried about the bloodshed, this is not for the first time this had happened in godhra?”

Pandit paused at the place where he was. He turned around. His eyes had turned redder and were filled with tears. He must not be able to see clearly through the wet eyes. “My son was a Ram-sewak, and he sacrificed his life for the sake of his duty towards his job. Now it’s my duty towards him to finish it all what they have started”

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Earlier…

When you are in final year, it doesn’t matter how you write or what you write. The only thing matter is can you write. There are thousands of students and only tens or twenties of checkers in the university, the answer doesn’t matter to them the only thing that matters is the length. The more you write the more marks you get. So following the same policy I completed my paper with 3 additional supplements.

But throughout the paper my eyes were constantly at the bag. I was afraid if she calls and my cell ring in between. Then I remembered I switched it off. I should not have. What if she is calling? What if she could not attend her college due her missing ID card? And I am damn sure she must be out of money. WHAT IF…?

Then another thing stroked that said she is married…

But she looks so young how can she be married?

I was totally confused. I decided to give away the answer sheet and get out of exam hall. As I got up Prakash who was sitting a bench or two behind started cursing. I signaled him that I had a severe headache and I am leaving. And in return he gave me a FU…

The first thing I did after getting out of the exam hall was checking the mobile. As expected there were about 15 missed calls from an unknown number. I gave a return call. The phone rang for a second and a sweet, soft voice landed on my ears.

“hello..”

“Hi am Aquib, sorry I switched off my cell I was in exams” I said stammering.

“Oh ya actually DAD told me” she said.

“He called your Dad?” how mean he told everything to her dad, by now her entire family must have known about this.

“HE…WHO??” she asked giving stress on the last words.

“Your husband” I answered.

“My husband, you called my husband. Shit… you ruined my first impression on him”

“First impression???” I was confused.

“Ya you called him and told him about this. I have not even met him.” She giggled from the other side.

The girl is out of mind, Is she a medical student or a patient?

“You called my dad, fool” she said after she was finished giggling.

“Oopss!! He said I am Mr. Sengupta, so I thought he was your…” I was stupid, foolish out of my mind…

“Ha.Ha..Ha…”she laughed “You are cute I like you” the words entered my ears travelled through my veins filtered through thousands of tissues got compiled in the brain and finally landed in the heart.

“So when are you going to return my bag?” she asked.

“Oh ya, when?..Where do I come to return the bag?” I asked stammering.

“Let’s meet up at CCD near railway station, what say?”

I have heard that medical girls are very forward but this was my first experience. Of girls, medical girls and of CCD also.

They say a lot can happen over coffee, indeed a lot happened; I met the girl whom I used to imagine in my dreams. She was the same but still different. I thought as I knew her for ages but still there was lot unexplored, unknown to me. This meeting cum date in CCD changed my life for once and for all…
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(To be continued...)
Next part: Mirage of Eternity (Part-3)

Mirage of Eternity (Part-1)

2011-11-14T08:42:00.000-08:00

27^thFebruary '02, 7.45 AM

3 Kms away from Godhra station;

There was a wave of holy spirituality in the train. People were singing the songs of lord Rama. Their lives had been enlightened by the great yagya happening in Aayodhya. The entire train was occupied by the “Kar-sewaks” or the “Ram-sewaks” returning from the sacred place of Aayodhya.

All of them were tired to hell as they were chanting the name of their holy God during the yagya and also during the to-and-fro journey. They all were in a hurry to get home and ever eye was waiting for the train to reach the station, as the train was already 4 hours late.

But the destiny had stored a different plan for the innocents, which was going to change the history forever.

As the train arrived near the station, the passengers started making rush on the door to get out. The station appeared quite empty in beginning and the hawkers who used to grab their customers on running train were absent. It was a surprise for the regular passengers. The hawkers used to harass the passengers convincing them buying their products.

But still their absence generated a little discomfort among the passengers. Something was wrong, was the only feeling in their minds.

Then in front they saw a mob. A deadly mob of over 500 people was waiting eagerly to welcome the train, with huge swords and petrol bombs. All of their faces were covered and anger dropped like molten magma from their eyes. They were all determined. Their aim was locked. Their task was cleared.

“Run… the mobs have got the weapons” someone shouted in the train.

The sentence made every single person sitting in the train aware of what was happening out side. They tried to peep out of the window. Only thing they could see was the angry mobs in both side of the train.

“Attack...” someone announced and the cruel bloodshed began. The mob with covered faces entered in to the coach and started cutting every human being in their way. The people were trapped from both the sides and had no chance to escape. No one could protest no cry was heard nothing could stop this bloodshed.

The armed mobs were inside the train while some unarmed were outside.

One of the mobs then picked up the petrol bomb and raised his hand. It was the signal for the others. The others also did the same in the response.

“This is a warning to those who are in favor to build the temple. The Jama will be rebuild” he shouted and threw the bomb with full acceleration. The bomb entered in to the train through the window and a blast of fire came out in second.

The others also threw their bombs. The entire train was burning and flames were rising above creating a black fog.

No one could get out of the train. The bodies were lying burnt on the floor and on the track. None of them were in a condition to be recognized. The children women wept and died watching the scene in front of them. The rest who could make were killed by the armed mobs.

The humanity was feeling ashamed. This was the cruelest face of the mankind. The most unfortunate thing was the train. The train that resembled peace purity and the peace was shattered into pieces. The train was SABARMATI-EXPRESS…

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Five years earlier…

“Hey…wake up” I felt a terrible shatter throughout my body. It was Prakash who shook me with his full power. I opened my eyes and watched out of the window.

“It’s Sewagram, it will take us an hour more for Nagpur station” replied him again closing my eyes.

“How the hell can you sleep in this earth shattering train? I am not even able to read a single line” he said.

It was the exam time for Engineering and hence every student travelling in the train was seen deeply involved in their books. I had studied a lot last night and now was in no mood to so more. Also being in final year reduces the stress of subject being BACK, Thanks to Nagpur University. I didn’t believe in the studying-till-the-last-minute fact as I know it never works. I mean if you are not able to mug an answer in an entire semester what miracle are you going to perform in the last minute?

“Hey Aquib… Will you please tell me in short what this quiescent point is? It is very IMP for 3 marks” asked Prakash.

A typical Engineer, striving for single mark…

The train stopped at the Ajni-junction and I finished teaching Prakash the quiescent point phenomenon. I saw outside from the window. The station was empty as always. There were some newspaper sellers on the very far end of the station. Except him there was no human being visible. Although many living beings were visible like dogs, huge rats, and cockroaches.

I turned back to Prakash was chanting loudly the phenomenon ignoring the outer world. This was the best way to mug any answer and if want to be a successful Engineer then you have to be a quality mugger.

I gave him a smile and again closed my eyes. After a second or two I heard some people quarrelling. I opened my eyes. I saw a huge man who was sitting on a window side seat and a girl was quarreling with him.

“At least give us a seat, If you don’t want us to study” she said loudly.

“Madam, I am sitting here for last hour and I’ll get off at the next stop. You can sit here after” the man said.

“The next one is the last stop” she said.

This is normal when you travel in a train. I have never witnessed a journey without such a quarrel. I stood up and went by side of the girl.

“You can sit there…” I was paused in middle of my sentence. Those eyes didn’t let me say anything. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her lovely pretty brown deep eyes with a slight amount of surma applied to it were looking very extra ordinary. The long hairs were nicely tied up. She must have applied a little bit of pink lipstick that made her rosy lips look more beautiful. She wore a blue jeans and a white top with perfect combination of accessories. She had a white apron hanging on one hand while a handbag on the opposite shoulder. She must be a medical student.

She went and sat on my seat without even noticing me. I went near the door and stood their holding the bars. But my eyes had lost the focus. Though I was looking forward my eyes were seeing behind. They wanted to watch the eternal beauty for their lifetime. I turned behind to see her. She was sitting in the opposite direction hence I could not have direct view of her. A small boy was sitting in opposite seat carrying a steel box full of ladoos. I could see her in the image created on the box.

I tried to look sideways but my eyes didn’t allow me. My heart wanted that this journey would never end.

In five minutes we reached the Nagpur station. She stood up in a hurry and got out of the train as fast as she could. My eyes were fixed on where she was going, but my legs didn’t want to follow her. I followed her, a step or two then paused on the place watching her go. She covered her face with a scarf while walking and vanished in the ocean of crowded station.

“Hey Aquib, wait” shouted Prakash from behind.

“Did you saw the girl who was sitting in your place?” he asked me.

“Yes why?”

“Where is she?”

“In my pocket” I replied.

“Don’t joke yaar... Have you seen where she went?” he asked being annoyed by my joke.

“But why are you so worried about her buddy?” I asked him in surprise.

“She forgot her purse in the train. Here it is” he forwarded a black purse to me. It looked expensive. I opened the chain of the purse and found an identity card on the top.

“See if it has some contact number of hers, or we will hand over the purse to the railway authority. They will deal with it” said Prakash.

But my eyes could not move away from a part on that card. Her picture. I turned my eyes to the other part that showed her name. It was Gauri Sengupta, student of third year Medical…

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Present…

The Sabarmati express was burning and the black smoke had occupied over a large area around the station. The burnt bodies were shattered all over the place. Some were recognizable while many were not even in a single piece. The whole railway station was turned into a cemetery.

A man entered into the station. He was wearing a saffron dhoti and had a scarf of saffron color around his neck. His eyes were damped and his entire body was shivering watching the vision in front of him. He stepped into the dead bodies lying search in for someone in them.

All of them appeared the same. Burnt. The black ash was all over the station. Nothing was left except it. No living was visible in the area. Or maybe his eyes didn’t want to see anybody alive in such painful condition.

Suddenly the man stopped watching a dead body. It had a locket of lord Rama in his neck. The body below was in good condition but the head was stucked below another body. May be he was alive. The man lowered and put a hand below the body and pulled up.

A sudden shock travelled throughout his body. Rama has protected the body part below him. What If he had tied the locket on his forehead what If…?

The man screamed out at his highest pitch holding the headless body and started weeping seeing the most inhuman, cruel and beastly act in human history.

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(To be continued...)
Next part: Mirage of Eternity(part-2)

Towards the Darkness-3

2011-10-31T23:01:00.001-07:00

Previous part: Towards the Darkness-2

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Time: 00.00 PM, One week later

Location: Somewhere in the desert of Thar, Rajasthan

The dry wind was flying all over the land creating a small cyclone of the weightless sand. The sun was shining high and was erupting the flames of fire as it was cursing the place, or may be the person who was standing. He had sold himself. He had changed himself. He had adapted himself in this ruthless, monetary world. Now he was all living for himself.

Rana Singh was standing in the middle of the road looking at the huge endless desert with his hands into the pocket. The heat emerging from the desert had dried his eyes. There were marks of sleeplessness on his face. May be because of the changed environment or because of the guilt with in him.

Three days ago he had received a call that said "Come to Thar, don't forget the package".

He looked towards his right where his black Traverse was standing. He went behind it and opened the rear door. There was a travel bag inside. Sub-Insp.Chafa Singh had done a great job finding the plutonium bag that was dropped into the pond during the clash between him and John.

He heard a sound of vehicle coming. He closed the door and went forward to see. A black Scorpio was standing in front of him. Two men came out of it. Rana was unable to see the face from the distance. As they came closer one of them appeared familiar. He was John.

"So you have brought the package" asked John.

"Hope you have brought mine"relied Rana.

"Of course, But I want to see it first"

"Follow me"

John signed to the other guy to stay while he followed Rana to the rare of the car. Rana opened the rare door, where he saw the bag.

"Open it" said John.

"You have to enter a combination of code to open the lock" replied Rana showing the lock tying the chain and the end of the bag.

"So what's the code"

"Bastard"

John gave him a smile. Rana entered the code and opened the chain. There were two, two and a half meters of height cylinders in it having the danger sign on it. There was another mark that said property of Indian Government.

John forwarded his hand to get the bag when Rana stopped him "I would like to see my package first".

John returned him a smile and waved his hand towards the other guy. He understood what he was to do. He brought a similar sized bag and placed it on the front part of the Traverse.

"Aahh.. it seems to be heavy" said Rana. He opened the chain of the bag and in front of him was it for what he did it all for.

"Are they 100 crore" he asked Rana.

"No we have charged a lakh as petrol expense to get it here" replied John.

Rana gave back a smile when his cell phone rang within the car. He went inside and picked up the phone.

"Ya Mama I will bring a silk sari for you, The government have give me huge retirement allowance"

John smiled and saw in front. He ordered the guy to turn the car to go back.

Mean while Rana brought the bag and handed over to John.

"See you soon" said Rana when John was moving towards the car.

"Hope you don't" John replied.

"I will.."

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Time: 1.00 PM

Location: In front of a small house in the desert

John came out of the car and the other guy was holding the bag. They both entered the house. There was a guy who appeared to be seriously sick was sleeping on the bed. John ignored him and opened the closet placed there. He pushed the cabinet within behind and gave it a jerk. The entire closet turned around and there were stairs downwards. It was their secret pathway.

The underground structure was much larger than it appeared from outside. The small house was an entrance to a secret military base. There were all kinds of weapons guns, snipers,hand bombs, dynamites and others. It was like an archive of all types of war weapons.

He entered into a room where a group of five people was waiting for him. The five most wanted criminals from all over the world.

Bogdan Demidov, The only terrorist to break Russian security.

Aqueer and Zakim, A super-duo who robbed Japanese embassy with their charm and power.

Abena Yoruba, The African Animal who broke almost all jails in African countries.

And the master mind Zach doomster, an English hacker who breached American security for twice.

Now to add to this team was the new bastard who had stolen Plutonium from Indian Government, John Fernandez.

He placed the bag in front of them on the table. They all stood up in amazement. This was the most expensive and important robbery they have made. This would not only increase their level of respect in mafia but also they can make a huge amount of money from it.

John entered the lock code and opened the chain. Every eye had stopped blinking, every heart had stopped beating to see the most highly radio active material on Earth.

But the never ending series of surprises has not ended. The bag was empty with a transmitter fixed in it. Rana Singh had changed the bag. He was the bastard.

Before John could react to the vision in front of him, there was a huge blast and the door went open. It was the Indian army who had entered. The transmitter has done its job, the most secret base of terrorist activity had been revealed.

The military men were quick and best in their job, they grabbed the control of the base from the workers there and established their supervision.

"This base is surrounded by Indian army, so do not try to escape or perform violent activity or we have to take serious action" the commander of the army announced.

The anger was erupting from John's face. He got out the gun and fired in the direction of the commander. Though the aim was missed but the shot began a war inside the base. The solders started firing blindly on the six people. John was quick. He pulled a down an iron closet and hid himself behind it. The other two could make it and rest were killed.

"If we make to the door I can save you" said John.

The other two agreed without questioning. The blind crossfire was still going on in behind. Zach who was in hurry to escape took the initiation and moved forward crawling towards the door. it was atmost five meter's that he could make.

"Hold fire" someone shouted. The voice was familier to John. It was Rana's voice.The firing was paused.

"John I know you are here,surrender yourselves I'll take care that you get minimal of imprisonment" said John in a decent tone.

"I'll rather prefer to die than trusting you" replied John from behind the closet.

"I know what you are thinking of me but that was my job, but if you surrender now I'll help you for sure"said Rana pointing his finger towards the closet. The snipers took their position it was a call for them.

But something else was in John's mind "OK I'll surrender but assure me that you won't fire".

"Yes John you have my word, No one would fire" said Rana.

John stood up with his hands up and followed Bogdan. They started moving towards Rana. Rana put down his gun and forwarded a hand towards John. Bogdan knelled down on halfway to display his surrender while John moved forward.

He was 10 feet away from the closet, considerably far from closet that if it blows out he would be harmless. That was the plan. There was a mini hand bomb inside the closet which blasted after a minute he started moving away from the closet. The closet blasted into pieces and also broke the ceiling of the room. The base wasright below the sandy desert hence as the ceiling blew off the sand started entering into the room.

It was a distraction of just 30 seconds for the solders, such a little time but a bonus time for John to escape. he was vanished. No one could see him. Bogdan was also surprised by what had happened. He was still lying on the floor. Every thing was same as it was 30 seconds before, only difference was John was gone.

"Oh shitt!! where is he, where the hell is he gone?" Rana shouted.

And there was a sound from another side of room. Rana turned towards it to see what was it. A huge land rover came out of the room breaking the walls of the room. Rana could see through the glasses who was driving. The solders started firing at the land rover but was ineffective to it.

John got off the base driving the land rover. Rana was helpless and just could watch. The land rover ran at about a speed of 70kmph and had covered almost 5 kms of distance when it was blown up by the chopper.

Rana could see this all from the distance. This was the end of John Fernandez and Rana was left. Restless..

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Time: 10.00 AM, Next day

Location: CBI headquarters

Rana Singh was sitting in front of the Director who had resumed his office from the day. He was very happy with Rana's work and his dedication towards the country.

"Rana, you did really a great job. You risked your life for the country. The way you fought with The terrorist and especially John is really very appreciable. You executed every level of our plan with great intelligence and presence of mind. your one mistake could have ruined it all but you handled it well. The country owes you a salute" the director was speaking.

"Thank you sir" this was the only thing he was hearing since last 12 hours the country owes you a salute.

"But there is another person who shares a equal credit with you"

"Chafa Singh? ya he really did a great work" Rana thought, without him Rana wouldn't have done this so quickly.

"He is the master mind who planned this all, from the robbery to escape from the morgue, planting of transmitter and all the tricks that we played to catch that Russian Bogdan"

"One min... whom are you talking about?" Rana was confused and also understood that they were not talking about Chafa.

"Rana, I want you to meet special officer Kartik from Indian intelligence service RAW"

As director's words ended the door opened and a man entered into the office in black suit. He was bald headed and clean shaved and looked very handsome and smart.

Rana turned around to see him. His face was familiar but Rana wasn't able to recognize who was it. He stood up to greet him when a sudden shock went through his body. His eyes had gone stumped, his all body experienced a sudden shiver.

He was the real master mind, always with him, in his every move, in his every plan. Rana thought that he was playing the game but he was being played by the greatest player in this game.

"John..." Rana said stammering.

"Hope you liked my new look" he chuckled.

Rana was all stumped stunned by seeing what was in front of him.

"Kartik was working on this mission since last two years, Home Minister's instant entry in the plan was never expected, it changed the entire course of the plan, you got in and arrested him. It was his plan to bribe you as he knew you were honest. You planned to let him escape but he had foreseen this all. He knew what you were going to do. He trusted you" said the director with great pride in his voice.

"I trusted your honesty Rana, you were loyal and you proved it in the most crucial stage. We offered you with the greatest responsibility of safeguarding nation's most expensive asset and you handled it very well. We are proud of you Rana" said Kartik.

Rana was standing still with open mouth. He was laughing at himself for what happened with him. He could imagine how foolish he must have looked to act as they have planned. There was a smile on his face and a drop of tear came out of his eye.

Kartik understood how he was feeling. He placed a hand on Rana's shoulders "Let's have a coffee"

They both got out of the office. Rana could see the faces of the workers in CBI headquarters who were aware of all this from the begining. Rana was feeling embarrassed and could not match to their eyes. A gentle smile was mounted on his face.

"So when do I have to return the money?"asked Rana drinking a sip of coffee.

"Which money?" Kartik clicked an eye "We officers do keep somethings secret"

This was for the first time in last hour when Rana laughed, He laughed his heart out..

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THE END..

Towards the Darkness-2

2011-10-25T01:47:00.000-07:00

Previous part: Towards the Darkness

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Time: 2.00PM

Location: Near Thanagazi-Alwar bridge

The black smoke was spread all over in the surrounding. There were clouds of dark smoke all over the animal reserve. The firemen had done their job quite well but still the fuel had spread all over in the place. A small spark could burn that large area of forest in seconds.

Insp.Rana Singh was standing on the bridge alone. Behind him was the white police gypsy that they generally used to travel through the jungles. He was looking straight at the burnt train and trying to remember something. The picture of last night was in front of his eyes. His eyes had gone deep. He was all trapped between his mind and his heart.

"Have you ever took her on holiday....Do you have a mother?...Have you ever gave any thing that made her happy?...Do you were even there when she needed you?"

All these words were dancing in his mind. The mind was pulling him away while the heart was forcing him to stick to his duty.

"I'll give you 100 crore...take me out of here"

Money was always a problem for him, when he was in school, when he was in college even when he was supposed to have a higher post and someone grabbed it by bribing. Now all that was going to end. He had sacrificed much for the country now it was time to do something for his family.

The wireless made a slight noise inside the car and a rough voice came through it "Sir we found it".

A smile mounted on his lips. The game was going to start.

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Time: 5.00PM

Location: CBI headquarters

Insp. Rana entered the large building in his usual uniform. He directly went to the reception and asked for a meeting with the Director.

"Please wait Sir, I'll check if he is free" the receptionist said and called on the intercom "Sir Mr. Rana Singh is here, He wants to meet you" but in response she had a weird voice that must have said kick him out of the building. Her face was contracted as someone had touched the touch-me-not plant.

Rana understood what was happening "let me talk to him" he grabbed the receiver from her hand.

"Sir I am really very sorry for what I did in the morning, I apologize for that but sir I have something important that you must know" He said in a single breath.

"OK Sir" he turned towards the receptionist replacing the receiver "He wants me to come in".

He turned backward clicking an eye towards her and in return she smiled in a shy expression.

While on his way upward he saw a office boy taking some food "hey where are you taking these delicacies?" he asked the boy.

"Its for the newly arrived guest whom you gave a grand feast in lunch" the boy replied smiling.

Rana understood that his gossip was throughout the CBI building. He placed a 500 rupee note in his pocket and put something below the glass of water.

"Make sure that he reads this" he gave a smile to the boy. The boy opened the chit below the glass and gave a smile.

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John was lying his head down on the table. The beating in afternoon was very ferocious and his body organs were still paining. But he was trained, trained to survive in conditions worst than this. Also he was aware of the fact that he was a very limited period guest here now. He had planted the seed for his escape.

The door of the interrogation room opened and the office boy entered with the tray of food in his hand. He placed the food in front of John. This was for the first time John had seen food in last 24 hours. He picked up the jar of water and drank the whole in a sip.

"Use the glass" said the office boy smiling and turned around to leave.

John was surprised with why he was smiling and picked up the glass where he found the chit of folded paper. He quickly opened the chit which said "You will die my hands"

"Tell the guards I want to talk to the Head here" he said eating the food.

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Rana climbed up to the floor and walked towards the directors cabin when the director came out of the room. Rana saluted him and said "Sir I wanted to talk to you about.."

"Sit in my cabin, I'll be back soon. John wants to see me" the director interrupted him.

"Why?"

"I'll check that out, you wait in the cabin".

Rana contracted his eyes in confusion. He knew something was going to go wrong.

He turned around to stop the director when he saw two bodyguards were following him inside the interrogation room.

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The director entered the interrogation room where he saw John eating food like an animal. The food was spelled through out the table and the plate in front of him was empty.

"Oh welcome Sir, accompany me in the lunch cum dinner" said John giving a smile to the director.

"I have much important jobs to do, say what you wanted to" replied the Director in an angry tone.

"Aaahhhh so do I" saying this he picked up the plate in front of him and threw with full force towards the director which hit him on forehead.

The director felled aside due to the sudden attack. The two bodyguards were also shock. One of them was ready to pull out the gun when John stepped on the table in front of him and jumped towards him kicking him directly on the face with his knees. His gun felled aside.

John quickly grabbed the gun and shoot the guard. Then quickly holding the neck of director with his hands, he pointed the barrel directly on his head.

The other guard was also quick to point his gun on him.

"Oh ho ho ho you won't do that or I'll blow off your director's head" said John smiling at the guard.

The gun shot had made the entire staff panic and all the armed officers had gathered in front of the room.

"What the hell are you doing, shoot him shoot him now" commanded the director.

The guard put on his second hand under the gun to aim when there as another shot which directly penetrated into his heart.

John came out of the room guarding himself behind the director from one side while from the other side he was pointing the gun.

"Any one try to get in my way I'll shoot him, I swear I'll shoot him" he shouted.

All the officers pointing gun on him moved backwards they all knew that the guy was psychic and could do what he said.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" someone asked from behind.

John turned backward standing in front of the corner wall hiding behind the director.

It was Rana Singh who called. He was here at the right time.

"Aren't you?" asked John in return placing his finger in the trigger.

"I am afraid what will happen to me if you die!" asked Rana pointing gun on John.

"Don't worry I'll take you with me" replied John.

"For that you have to wait for 50 more years" said Rana and fired the bullet on directors leg. He screamed with pain and bent downwards.

This was it, the clear aim. Rana didn't wanted to miss the chance he shot two bullets which hit one on John's arm while other inside the stomach creating a river of blood on the floor.

The officers ran to hold Director who was screaming with pain. They took him aside Insp. Rana went near the body of John lying on the floor watching him carefully.

"I told you,you'll die by my hands" murmured Rana.

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Time: 7.30PM

Location: AIIMS
"Don't worry he is alright"said the doctor coming out of the operation theater.
"We have taken out the bullets, he is out of danger now. Actually he has gained consciousness you can meet him by now"
"How is his leg, Would he be able to walk" asked the officer who was worried a lot about their director.
"Of course he will be! It is like a fracture in leg. He will recover soon"
These words gave relief to the officer. He was aware of what was happening inside, and director's absent could create a great mess. He went inside to see the director.
To his surprise the Director was very good and was sitting on the bed. He had expected him to be surrounded by wires and pipes of oxygen and all but what he saw was exactly opposite of it.
"Where is hat bastard who shot me?" the director asked in a firm voice.
The officer felt nice to hear his voice. It was like his voice was not audible for years to him. That was because of the bloodshed that they witnessed in the office and director's condition after he was shot.
Rana Singh entered into the room with a bouquet of lilies.
"Nice jb you have done Inspector. This is your second achievement in 24 hours?"said the director teasing Rana.
"Ya I have shot the Director of CBI ,that's really an achievement for me very few Police officers get such a chance" replied Rana Singh smiling.
"Where is that bastard John?"
"He is in the morgue, downstairs in here"replied the oficer
"OK I want to see him"
"Now?" both officer and Rana said in unison.
"Ya now I don't want any change in the plan" said the director standing up from the bed.
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Time: 8.00PM

Location: AIIMS morgue

"Hello sir, how are you" said the morgue worker greeting the Director. The officer was pushing the wheel chair while Rana Singh was following them both.
The smell inside the morgue made director feel uncomfortable. Though he was trying to look good but he wasn't.
"Show me the dead body,quick" The director said.
The morgue worker pulled out one shelf and in there was John's dead body. His body was covered with white sheet and the was a huge red spot right on the chest.
The picture of blowing his chest came in front of Rana's eyes. He quickly ordered to close the shelf.
All of them came out of the morgue.
"When's the funeral held?" asked the director.
"It's 11 in the morning" replied the officer.
The words entered into Rana's ear's and he stopped on the place where he was. Something was wrong Terribly wrong..
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Time: 11.00AM

Location: Nicholson Cemetery Cremation Ground

There were about ten people on the funeral. All of them were the investigating officers. None were interested in attending the funeral of a terrorist. The director of CBI wanted to attend the funeral hence there was an ample amount of security in the cemetery.
The director's white Suv arrived and he some officers took him out of the car. He came near the burial place on the wheel chair while his assistant officer was pushing the chair.
The AIIMS ambulance arrived. They took out the coffin from the van. Four boys were carrying the coffin and brought them near the place.
"Open it" said one of the investigating officer.
The four boys looked at each other asking each other to open it. At last one of them came forward and took off the cover of the coffin.
And there was a wave of surprise throughout the people standing in the cemetery. There was a shock which would have made the Director stand on his feet. The eyes had gone blind, all they could see was infinity. The words came to an end, the hear beats increased. Every thing that was going so fine had now changed.
The coffin was empty with an envelop placed in it.
One officer from the investigation team came forward and opened the envelop. His eyes changed horrified within a second.
The assistant of director's phone rang and he went behind to take the call. The envelop came to the director
after the investigating officers team saw it.
The assistant came back and said near Director's ear "Sir there is some thing you should know".
"What?"
"Inspector Rana resigned from his post"
He smiled. May be at himself or at the entire CBI. It was all planned. He brought back his eyes to the letter placed in the envelop.
It said "GOOD LUCK..."
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(to be continued..)
Next part: Towards the Darkness-3

Towards the Darkness

2011-10-17T06:52:00.000-07:00

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Time:6.45PM
Location: Somewhere in jungles of SARISKA

The sun was setting slowly in the west and the twilight was looking in its most beautiful color. The rays of sun were vanishing slowly and the dusk had arrived which had stored a very deadly plan within itself.
The train was moving in its full speed almost 350Kmph carrying the most precious asset of the country. There was full manual security to the vault who could even give their life for the sake of its safety. The guards were trained with the use of and without weapons. They were the best in their job.
"Can I take a bundle from it?" a guard asked another.
"This is the nation's treasure, we cannot even touch it. That's illegal" the other one replied.
"What matters if I borrow a glass of water from the ocean? And also there are many corrupt people in this country who have stolen a lot."
"So you want to stand in the category of those corrupts?".
"Well I am a true citizen of India" and they broke into laughter.
In front of them was a vault filled with the bundles of notes of the Indian currency. They both knew how big responsibility it was to safeguard such an entity, especially when the train was moving from the dense jungles of sariska.
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Time:6.50PM
Location: Dept. of Home-Ministry
The door of the honorable Home minister's office flew open and a officer in casual dress entered in a horrified expression.
"Sir we are trapped!" he said hurriedly as he stepped into the room.
"What are you saying?" asked minister in a chilled manner.
"Sir the information had leaked, they are gonna rob the train"
The minister stood up as he had an electric shock of 420 volts. The chilled expression on his face suddenly changed from fear to worried and ended at confusion.
"How the hell did it happen? And how do you know about it?" he asked the officer.
"I just had a call from one of our informer, the train is in danger. We have to do something quickly"
"What is the present location of the train?"
"It is somewhere in the jungles of sariska, our control room is tracking its each and every movement. The transmitter is giving the exact location and speed of train. Just the satellites are not working" replied the officer.
"Why aren't they working?"
"Bad weather may be.. or.." he hesitated to speak.
"Or what?" the minister shouted.
"Or our systems are hacked"
Minister looked directly into his eyes. He was standing in front of a big screen that showed the movement of train in form of a red dot. The red dot moved forward by a centimeter every second that resembled the train was moving fast…Very fast.
"How far is the nearest police station from the location of the train?" asked minister.
"Its Thanagazi police station about 20 Kms away" the officer replied checking the map on Google.
"Call the in charge there and tell him to give his full attention on the train. Board more security personnel's, make it whatever you can. I want the train here in Delhi by morning" announced the minister.
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Time:6.57PM
Location: Thanagazi Police station
The environment in the thanagazi police station was very hot. There were very few cases in the town and hence the officers had very less chance to get bribed. But today they had a very lucky day as a rickshaw driver hit a bike rider and tried to run away. It was a clear hit-and-run case and a sure income of 10000. Insp. Rana Singh was talking to the driver as well as the victim while the other was having fun of the rarest incident.
"Sir he kicked me on the back and I fell down on the middle of the road. There were number of people who can witness the case. This auto-driver ran away without even noticing what he had done. Ask the people that I have brought with me" said the victim weeping.
Insp. Rana looked at the two witnesses who were watching the police station and jail for the first time and were very excited.
"Sir that was just a cut that came in contact with his bike, and he fell down. I didn't even know that happened" The auto driver was trying to prove his innocence.
"I have heard both of the sides, It was not the fault of the driver if considered his point of view, but he ran away was his fault, but a case is registered and this will cancel his license." turning towards the victim” you have to come a twice or thrice and we will complete the case".
"Sir but this is clear that he had committed a crime victim, then why there is a delay in punishment?" asked the victim.
"There is a procedure to be followed, we have to investigate the place itself and gather the proof's that takes a little amount of time"
"Sir can't we settle this issue with mutual discussion, I undertake in front of you that I won't repeat this mistake in future"
This was it now it’s my turn. Rana moved forward from his chair and said "The victim had to pay the bill of hospital of 2000 and your fine for the mistake you have committed is 5000, so pay the fine and leave".
Sub Inspector Chafa Singh entered hurriedly in the room and said "Sir there is a call for you".
"Tell them I am busy" said Rana ignoring him.
"Sir it's from Home Minister's office"
Insp. Rana quickly picked up the telephone. He was surprised to have a call of such a high priority. He held the receiver near his ears and all he said was "Yes Sir......Right Sir.....OK sir......I'll take care of that sir....yes sir..Jai hind sir"
As he placed the receiver all the eyes in the police station were on him. He gathered his consciousness and ordered his juniors "I want all the armed force now".
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Time:6.35PM
Location: 500 ft. above the train
The train was clearly visible from the height. It appeared as if one step ahead and my foot will land directly on the train. But this was an illusion. Death was calling me in its most beautiful way. But I am the master. I have played these games for lots of time. This was nothing different in this one.
He peeped out of the helicopter and then looked back to the pilot and raised his thumb. The next second he was in the air flying towards the train. The fast cuts of air were slapping on his face. Though he had worn the glasses but still water came out of his eyes. His vision was going blur. This was not good for him. He pulled out the string that opened a parachute and all high speed paused with a jerk. He then directed the parachute towards the top of train and landed on it with a bang.
The sound of his feet landing on the train had alerted the two guards in front of the vault. He had landed perfectly above the bogie in which the vault was placed. The two guards raised their guns upwards in precaution. And there was a smash on the glasses in right side with a huge stone. The two changed the direction of the gun.
They both had a smell of something burning but couldn't recognize what it was. And again there was a smash of the hard rock on the bullet proof glasses. This time there was a crack on it. Both the guards took the position as they knew that the third collision is going to break the glass and someone is going to enter from there.
They saw the rock type material hanged with the huge string of steel. It wasn't rock actually it was a block made up of something harder than rock. The guards saw the rock go backward and they placed their fingers on the trigger. The rock went backward and came back with a full speed and this time it broke the glass with a huge smash.
The guards fired a round but no one entered. Suddenly there was a sound behind and before they could turn the two bullets blasted their foreheads.
There was a man standing behind them with a gun pointing. He had a black French beard and a scar on forehead. A normal fare guy with curly hairs slightly longer in height than a military guy.
The two dead bodies were lying in front of him and he turned towards the vault and gave a smile.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number and said "Who am I is not important, The important thing is that the vault has been broken and the thing you were securing for last ten years is in now safe hands" and he cut the call.
Opening the vault was not that hard for him, but he had unknowingly he had called upon him a very dangerous trouble called Inspector Rana Singh.
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Time: 7.00 PM
Location: Near Thanagazi-Alwar bridge
Insp. Rana Singh was watching everything that was happening from the side window of the car. A rigid square block hang with a steel wire on the helicopter beating from sideways to the bogie of the train while an another person was burning the ceiling of same bogie.
He was helpless. Though the scene was in front of his eyes he could not do anything. The distance between him and the train was about 12 Kms and in between was a very dense forest. He could not even fire as it was a tiger reserve and a wrong bullet can reduce the population of tigers from 400 to 399.
The only way to catch him was on the Thanagazi-Alwar Bridge which ram above the railway track.
"Drive faster to the bridge, that’s the only chance we have got to catch this bastard" he ordered.
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The vault was broken; there was a cyclone of money inside the train. Each and every note was flying in every possible direction. He had completed the task. He hung the bag on his shoulders and jumped upwards to grab the ceiling with his hands. He climbed on the ceiling and he was shocked.
There was a police squad waiting for him on the bridge ready to fire on him. The helicopter was gone.
"Shit!" he cursed.
Every police man loaded their guns. But to their surprise the train was faster. Faster than they expected. They started firing but the guy on the train rolled forward on his head hence none of the bullet hit the aim.
They all turned backward for the command of the in charge. But he was not there; He had jumped from the bridge right on the bogie where he was rolling.
The pace of the train made Rana throw himself in the other side but he managed to balance by holding the angle on ceiling.
"Hello there" he said and place a hardcore punch on the face of Rana singh.
His face moved aside but he could balance himself as he was holding the angle. Another punch on his face. NOW THIS WAS LIMIT. He saw the third punch coming towards him, He grabbed the hand coming towards him and placed his foot on his belt giving a hard kick with another right on the face.
This was a sudden kick for him he felled backward. He knew that the police inspector standing in front of him had a great physic and was well trained in marshal arts. It was impossible to beat him physically but he could use his weapons. He took out a hand bomb and removed the tap from its head.
Insp. Rana was paused seeing the bomb. He stood right up on the place he was.
"Dude take it easy.." Rana warned him.
He smiled and dropped the bomb into the bogie from the hole that he created to get in. Rana took the quick action and jumped off the train holding him tightly in his arms. They both landed on the dense branches of trees and his bag slipped from his shoulders. He extended his hands to catch the bag but was of no use. The bag fell into the artificial pond created by the animal reserve authority.
Behind there was a huge blast in the train. The flames of fire rose up in the sky and the ashes of burnt currency were flowing in the surroundings.
Rana took out his wireless hanging on his belt and said "This is Inspector Rana, I am safe and hanging on a tree near the place where blast took place, the bloody terrorist is with me. OVER AND OUT..."
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Time: 11.30 PM
Location: Thanagazi Police station
"Hello, this is Department of Home ministry. How can I help you?"the voice said from the other side of phone.
"I am Insp. Rana Singh. Honorable minister is expecting my call" said Rana.
"Please be on line while I transfer the call"
"Hmm..."
After a pause of a minute.
"Hello this is home minister,who s this?"
"Hello sir I am Inspector Rana Singh, from Thanagazi I have a good news and a bad news for you"
"Bad news first" replied the minister.
"Sir we could not guard the train. It's blasted"
"Oh shit" a feeling of defeat could be heard from his voice.
"But we have the guy Sir who was trying to steal the money, he is safe and sound" Rana replied in a tone which gave a good feeling to the minister.
"OK give him the best security you have, our officers would be there by morning to pick him up. Inspector Rana you have done a great job for the motherland we are proud to have a police officer like you" Complemented minister to Rana.
"Thank you Sir. You don't worry about him I'll appoint me best ones in the case"
The line terminated.
Insp. Rana Singh gave a weird look to guy. he was also looking straight n his eyes.
"What's your name?" Rana Singh asked.
"John...John Fernandez"
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Time: 8.00 AM
Location: Police quarters
There are mornings when you wake up irritated by wife's call, There are mornings when you wake up in a fear of your boss, there are morning when you don't even care to wake up, but there are very rare morning when you wake up feeling proud of yourselves. Inspector Rana Singh had done a mind blowing job yesterday and that surely had increased the size of his chest by two inches.
He woke up in the morning, did all the morning activities, dressed up as usual and after breakfast left for the police station. There was a party environment at the station. Rana entered the station and went to the lockup room. To his surprise it was empty.
"Chafa... Where the hell is that John Fernandez?" he yelled out at the juniors.
"Sir some guys from CBI came in morning and they took him away"
"Why didn't you call me" Rana asked.
"Sir they were in so hurry that we were all confused, But they left a parcel for you" Chafa Singh replied in hasitation.
"Where is it?"
"It’s on your table sir" he replied.
Rana Singh ran into his cabin and checked out the table. There was an envelope placed on the table which said "PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL strictly hand over to Insp. Rana Singh".
He opened the envelop and went on reading the letter.
"What is it sir?" asked Chafa.
"They are expecting me in Delhi" Rana replied.
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Time: 11.30 AM
Location: CBI headquarters, Delhi
"Sir he is here" someone told Director. "Send hi in" he replied. "May I come in Sir?" Rana Singh asked knocking the door. "Yes please come in Rana" the director said with pleasant voice. "Thank you sir" Rana entered and saluted the director of CBI with honor.
"You have done a great job Rana, The country is proud of you" he started.
"Thank you, sir. But that is my job and that's what for I am paid" Rana replied mischievously.
The director gave a smile in return and his expression changed from pleasant to rude. He moved slightly forward and said "Then forget what all you done!"
Inspector Rana Singh was stumped.
The meeting of the Director and Rana went on for half an hour. Everybody out side were busy in their work but still they had an eye and an ear on what's going on inside.
A last Rana came out of the room. He was very angry. He opened the door and closed it with a bang.
"Bloody assholes, want to keep this a secret and provide high security to the bastard" he murmured.
He moved a step or two when something flashed through his mind.
He went back and entered the director's room this time without asking "I want to meet that bastard for one last time alone" he asked or rather ordered.
"OK" he replied seeing Rana's angry face.
Rana entered the interrogation room where John was sitting. He was very angry, John could see that. He went near John calmly controlling his anger and sat on the desk in front of him.
"Who are you?” asked Rana.
"I am John Fernandez, told you yesterday" replied John.
Rana's dam of anger broke with his voice and he placed a hardcore punch on his face. And then began the naked dance of insp. Rana's anger. He was beating him like a dog. Punches, kicks, heads with what ever thing or organ he could beat him he used it. His anger had switched off his sense of pain. He sensed no pain while beating the terrorist in front of him with head and leg.
"Why the hell Indian Government becomes so calm when it comes of terrorist like you. There is one son-in-law eating Government's treasure in Mumbai, now they want to add another" he shouted while beating him.
While Rana was beating John hard, John was laughing at him and was very calm. He suffered his every punch and kicks with silence and laughed harder though it resembled pain within him. And all he was saying was "You are fool Inspector, You are fool".
At last Rana exhausted. he sat on the desk and lighted a cigarette. John was lying on the floor. he stood up trembling and sat on the seat in front of Rana. He appeared as if he was bathed in shower of blood.
"Do you have a mother?" John asked.
A flow of current went through Rana's body.
"Have you ever taken her on holiday in your mere salary?"
His words were recharging him. He stood up facing in opposite direction of John. He inhaled a huge smoke of cigarette and exhaled a double in amount out. he held it in between his fingers and threw it away as fast as he could and tightened his fist to place a best punch he had got.
"Ask your Government where is the plutonium worth Rupees 1000 crore placed in the vault of the train"
Rana had lifted his hand high above to place the punch when he heard the words. His hands paused right at the place they were. He was all stumped by the words that he heard later.
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Time: 00.03 PM
Location: CBI headquarters, Delhi
A guy ran towards the director's room and entered without permission and said "Sir Insp. Rana is beating him his ass out. If won't stopped he would surely kill him"
"What? Oh my God. Stop him now. Go quick" bewildered the Director.
The guy ran towards the interrogation room. The director also could not hold himself. He also ran behind him. They unlocked the door of the room and grabbed the hands of Inspector Rana Singh. They all pulled him back. But he was unconscious. Unknown of what is happening. All that was going in his mind was "I'll give you 100 crore...Just take me out of here"
"100 crore.....Take me out"
Both of their eyes were in equilibrium. John Fernandez had a gentle smile on his face while Rana Singh was stumped by the amount.
"100 crore..."
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Next part:Towards the Darkness-2

Dhammal Dandia

2011-10-06T05:38:00.000-07:00

The heat of fire was burning my skin. The lava flowing beneath the floor was making surroundings hotter than ever. The rain of fire was starting slowly and the clash of the clouds generated the sound of hydrogen bombs. The monsters of the hell were pouring the guilty sinful souls into the large bowl of burning oil and the souls were screaming with intense pain. My hands and legs were trembling as if they had lost all its power. The vision in front of me had made my heart beat faster than its original speed.

A black monster with a large hat made up of iron came in front of me and roared like tiger "DO YOU KNOW THIS?".

I turned back to see what he was pointing to. There appeared the pictures of the most deathly monsters of the hell. "THESE ARE SPECIALLY CREATED TO PUNISH YOU" roared the monster near my ears.

Now my heart beats grew faster than ever. All my sins that I have committed came in front of my eyes. Only the picture of the deathly monsters had made me pee in my pants what will happen when they will originally be standing in front of me?

Tears came into my eyes and the picture of the monsters became blur because of the drops of tears. The most deathly monsters of the hell specially created to punish me. Their name itself defined how ruthless and dangerous they were. There were many but amongst them the most deathly were the INTEGRATION and DERIVATION. The first one looked like a giant snake while the other one was riding on the giant horse.

BUZZZzzzzz..... My cell phone vibrated on the study table and that brought me back from the another world. One hour ago I sat on my table to solve some (Some means only one) mathematics problem and that gave me a short experience of how sinful people are punished in the hell.

I drank a sip of water and checked my mobile. There was a message from Sanku (For more information about Sanku please read Te AMO...Te Te AMO..). I clicked on the show button and the message appeared on the screen saying "abe jalde aa mandir me...bum maal aye hai".

Navratri was going on hence it was not that special for the most beautiful girls in the colony to come in the temple with the most beautiful dresses they have got (I mean wearing the dresses).

Then why the hell did he messaged me. I peeped out of my window which gave a clear look of the temple. There was a crowd there but I couldn't see what was happening? (Myopic patient Can't see with just two eyes they need some additional hardware)

Then the sound fall on my ears "लवकरच मंदिरात दांडियाचा कार्यक्रम सुरु होणार आहे , तरी सर्व भक्तजनांनी मंदिरात येण्या ची कृपा करावी. धन्यवाद"" It was Sanket's voice. Though it was for a public declaration but was addressed to a special group of people.(like us)

"Oh shit I forgot..." I cursed myself and ran towards the bathroom. When you are in a very hurry then you do the most time taking things in no time like I did the same washing then rinsing and then applying oil to my hair's and then talc then deo in half an hour generally but this time I did it in two and a half minutes. (Isn't it great? OK whatever)

I put on my RBK T-shirt and levis jeans and ran towards the temple. I had reached on time. Sanket was waiting for me with the most wide smile ever. I knew why that was for! I went near him just when Ganesh arrived. We met near the gate and I asked Sanket "Heyy man who's coming?"

"I think they are coming" said Ganesh.

"NO They have came buddy" said Sanket.

And I turned around to confirm whether he was right. (YES HE WAS..)

She was standing between the girls facing towards us. Shw was wearing a black sari and was looking really very gorgeous. (oh sorry I forgot to introduce) She had arrived currently in the colony and lived in the flat neighboring Ganesh's house. This was the only piece of information we had about her. The only time to get introduces with her was this that is during navratri's when every chick in the town come out of her nest that too in very eye catching desi costumes.

"This time she is the coach of one dance team dude" said Sanket.

"WOW she is just WOW" My mouth was opened like I have seen a tub filled of gulab-jamuns.

"Where is Maddy?" asked Sanket.

"pada hoga kahe leave it who's gonna dance with her" asked Ganesh.

Dancing and singing are some of our field of interest that we didn't have performed outside bathroom because that is the only place where were are not banned.

"We are not allowed to dance, this time its competition between two groups of fourteen girls each"

"That means twenty eight maals from the town right here right now live and exclusive!" I exclaimed.

"I'll take the new one you can have other twenty seven" said Ganesh teasing us.

"That we'll see but when is it gonna start dude, I am so exited to see some bouncing boobs"

" मंदिरात दांडियाचा कार्यक्रम सुरु होणार आहे , तरी सर्व भक्तजनांनी मंदिरात येण्या ची कृपा करावी. धन्यवाद"" ' that was the last announcement and the DJ stated playing the garba songs.

The first group did not met our expectations as it was of the little girls of the town of which half of them ran away in the middle of the song as they saw their parents and at last there were some who were not allowed to run away or could not spot their own parents among the group of people who were crying out of pride that their girl was dancing in front of a crowd while their own boy only cried when he was asked to do something in public.

Then began the second group. Camera's, mobile's that were full charged for the task were erect for their job, all of them focusing on a single girl The lady in black as she was called. Along with the latest chick the previous hotties had also arrived. The one from the drunk family.(Because their father was drunk hence the entire family was called drunk. There were also rumors that the entire family sit together at night and enjoy hukka. just rumors no proofs)

All the fourteen girls in the group were dancing with full confidence and zeal and enthusiasm. All the eyes including youngsters to elders were all stuck on the co ordination and fast dance steps and the perfect beat of the drumsticks on the beat of the song. Gansh Sanket and I were looking at the black one with open mouth. It is very true that girls have a very great dancing skills. (only my GF is an exception)

Suddenly my eye turned away from the dancers towards the audience where a girl was standing. She was very beautiful and very very gorgeous. She was new must be from the another colony. She didn't seemed to be from ours. I moved slightly towards her and stood by side of Ashu (A guy from our colony). I placed my hand on his shoulders and whispered in to his ears" Who's that girl in blue standing by side of your mum?"

"That girl in spects" he asked.

"Ya man she looks very sexy"

"She is my sister and she is married"

(OH FUCK I am gone now) I removed my hand from his shoulders "Oh when did she returned I couldn't recognize her MANN.. she is so...changed" I said smiling.

"What do you mean by changed" he asked.

"I mean she had grown up much.." I said stammering.

"What much??" now he was growing aggressive.

And suddenly there was a great round of applause. The show was over. I saw Ganesh and Sanket greeting the black lady and laughing on something. (Actually Ganesh was laughing who was behind, Sanket was in front talking to her) Then he took out his mobile and she also did the same then they shared something.

BASTARDS. I looked in front at Ashu he was also busy clapping, I found the chance to slip. After that for five minutes I stayed inside the temple taking a disguise of praying in front of GOD. After some time I got out peeping out of the temple . Someone place a hand on my shoulders I had a sudden feeling of shock through out my body and I was ready to run.

"What happened?" It was Sanket.

"Nothing" I replied taking some deep breaths.

"So how was she, what's her name, I saw you taking her number" I asked facing towards Sanket.

Suddenly Ganesh started laughing out loud. Sanket's face was down as he saw Ganesh laughing so hard.

"What happened" I asked in surprise.

"You wanna know what she said" said Ganesh.

"Yep"

"She said I saw you taking video in your mobile, can you give it to me BROTHER" replied Ganesh and I also joined him in his stomach aching laughter.

What is worst??

2011-09-19T11:48:00.000-07:00

It is not always when it is Saturday and your girlfriend calls you for an emergency date, while on the contrary you have to beg in front of her for a single eternal look of her beauty and realizing her importance she also reduces the supply thus causing inflation. But this was not a normal day, It was 4pm when her message buzzed in his pocket saying "Wanna meet u janu, can u cum at 5".

This was like a bonus point for him, like a result of his timeless meditation that pleased the heavenly God. (Or hell-ly what ever..)Sunny and Aarti are in relationship since a long time and are considered as one of the surprising miracles that ever happened on earth. (I mean how the hell did he managed to convince her to fall in his trap of love)

As soon as he read the message the dullness and nullness in his life drastically changed to super rocking stud life. He pressed his cloths (The only what he got to say as his), polished shoes, heavy make up, deo all set for the date. He got out with his bike when he remembered about the wallet.(IMP thing when you are on a date)

"one two three four.." forty buck (what the f..)

"I think today we have to change the venue darling" he called Aarti.

"Where??" she asked.

"I know a place, that's cool"

"I am not coming"she replied.(As usual)

"OK we will see, will be there in 10 minutes" said Sunny.

He stated the bike and headed towards the petrol pump. Monetary management plans were being executed in his rarely used precious mind (Precious as rarely used) "30 bucks for petrol and two scoops for 5 bucks" every thing was final.(MY God so complex calculations)

There was a huge line on the petrol pump. so it took almost 10 minutes for him to reach the counter. Her message and calls buzzed in side the pocket but he was not able to answer them.At last he reached the counter and opened the tap to fill the petrol. Suddenly something happened in the next counter. A guy asked for 20bucks petrol and the operator didn't set the meter to zero, hence the guy was fighting for his rights with the operator.(Hmm good generation awakes well done ANNA) The operator on Sunny's counter set the meter to zero and took out the nozzle to fill the petrol.

"Aaaaaaaauuuchhhhh..." The guy punched the operator.(Now that's Anti-Anna real Indian)

The scream was so loud that the operator in front of sunny panicked and pressed the lever of the nozzle and there was a shower of petrol all around the pump. The shower cost 10bucks of fuel and had almost wet him with the inflammable material.

"Oh I am sorry I am sorry"(Don't beat me please..)

"Wha... Now you have to pay for that" said Sunny (I don't have money either way)

"That's OK sir That was my fault sorry again sir"the operator apologized.

Well the apology was not gonna work the smell of petrol was all over his body, and the phone was ringing his ass out. Sunny decided to go home and change and then call her back. He ran home and washed his hands and legs where the shower had landed. He changed his cloths (Now unpressed dirty ones) applied the whole bottle of scent and got out on his destination.

100 Kmph and he was there in 7.25 minutes. She was waiting for him angry and ready to give him a lecture on time management.(She looks even more beautiful when she is angry)

"hey baby you won't imagine what happened with me" he fired before she could begin.

"Now what?"She asked with curiosity which was clearly depicted in her eyes.

"Leave it let's go, I have searched a very beautiful place for you" (And very cheap too)

"I am not gonna come in some bad place huh"she warned.

"You decide yourselves whether to stay or leave, OK" said Sunny with full confidence.

"Hmm.." she replied and sat behind him, his chest widened 2 inches wide and a gentle proud smile came on his face.

He took her to the seminary hills bal-udyan where there were many love birds sitting along involved in each other forgetting about the ruthless outer world. Sunny asked her whether she wanted to stay here or move.

"I will never ever come to a place like this you understand"(As expected)

"I just wanted to show you, I have got a better place than this for us"said Sunny.(Hah.. this was trailer picture is yet to come)

All of the sudden some one appeared to Aarti and she said in his ears "hey look she looks like some one from GP"

"What? Where?" He asked in surprise.(Who the hell from GP would dare to come here)

"No NO NO don't go there" she pulled him from going that way and BANG..

A scooter driver hit him from sideways. The impact was not so hard but that made Aarti to nearly collapse on him. A sudden feeling of shock traveled through out his body.(Wow that's what girlfriends for to give you shock)

"Are you alright I am so sorry baby" He tried to apologize but he was in desperate need of the impact since few days so the possibility that the impact was planned cannot be ignored.

"Ya I am al right, Drive slow Sunny"

"Sorry darling but that wasn't my fault you told me to..." he stopped suddenly.(Rule no.23: Never ever tell the girl that it was her fault)

The drive proceed with a wave of silence in it. Now it was time for Sunny to present the surprise to her. There was a large hill in front of them and the road was going round it.
"Wow that is beautiful" She exclaimed.
"That is beautiful then what about this.."
The bike turned around the hill road and a beautiful picture came in front of their eyes. There was an antique government building that must have been constructed in1940's between those hills in red color and run was setting behind it in light yellow orange color. That created a beautiful picture. She placed her hand on Sunny's shoulders and came closer to him.(She liked it very very much) He stopped the bike in front of the picture and they both sat on bike hand in hand each other.
"That is really very beautiful"said Aarti and placed her head on Sunny's shoulder. He understood that situation was in favor to him today and if handled carefully, he can take away some bumper prize today. He slowly placed his arms around hey shoulders and pressed her gently. She put up her eyes to see him. He was also watching the beautiful creation in the world. He moved a little closer to her lips and she closed her eyes.
(THAT WAS THE GREEN SIGNAL MAAANNN.....)
A wave of smile came on his face. He was feeling a kind of happy and nervous. Wind started blowing softly adding a flavor to the situation. Th sun that was setting in front provided ample amount of light and warmth for the two. A small leaf from a tree came flying towards them and got stuck into her hairs. He forwarded his other hand trembling to get out the leaf. He came more closer more closer.. She had closed her eyes seconds before but she could see what was happening with the closed eyes, with the eyes of her heart. Sunny took out the leaf from her hairs and turned his head slightly sideways and moved forward. They both could now feel each others breath, their heart beat, their love. They were just a micro seconds away from.. from.. from...
Suddenly an uneven sound fall at Sunny's ears. he raised up his eyes to check what was it. (WHAT THE HELL.....)
Two police man on Pulsar were heading towards them. He had forgot that they were standing in front of a government office. He looked down Aarti's eyes were still closed. He wanted to attack as a wild animal on her as he was not gonna get such chance after but....
"Oh shit!!" he stood up with a sudden jerk through out the body.
"Wha... Oh my god!!" said Aarti her heart beats had now crossed the maximum speed.
The bike stopped in front of them. Aarti and Sunny were now almost apart from each other. (But you are f@#ked )
"What are you doing here?" one of the police man asked in furious tone. Both of Sunny and Aarti's voice were mute. Words were not coming out of their vocal chord. But as being a male Sunny has to take the initiative. (Poor boy)
"Sir we were sitting here and.." (Having fun) said Sunny stammering. (he must have pee-ed in his pant)
"What is your name?"
"I am Sunny and she is Aarti"
"Show me your licence"
"here it is Sir"
"Where do you live?"
(On earth, you have the licence address is written over there you dumb ass)
"Sir in Gandhi bagh"
"And you" pointing towards Aarti.
"I too live there sir" she replied.
"Your parents know about you people hanging around here?"
"Sir they know that I am out" (Smart answer)
"With her?" (Oh F@#k!)
"No sir"
"File a case of performing in-social activity on public place on both of them" he asked hi junior and he took out a dairy and a pen and began to write some thing.
"Sorry sir please sorry sir I am mistaken sir please sorry" Aarti and Sunny both began to plead in front of him for pardon.
"And why the hell yopu came here in this lonely place any thing could happen what would you have done then if any terrorist would have attacked you?"
(I would have run)
"Sorry sir I will pay the fine sir Please sir" Sunny asked for forgiveness in a double meaning.
"Ho much you have got?"
"Sir I have got..." (WHAT THE FUCK......)
"Ya how much tell me" the police man asked with curiosity of how much he gonna earn today but he didn't knew he was talking to a beggar.
Sunny turned his eye towards Aarti in a pityful expression.
what, you don't have money? her eyes said yes his eyes replied.
"100 bucks sir we have got that all" Aarti said and the voice directly came out of her heart.
"OK give it and Don't roam here in alone it's for your own sake of safety my boy" (Also you don't have money how are you going to protect your girlfriend)
"Yes sir...Sorry sir... thank you sir" Aarti took out money from her bag and they both sat on the bike and flew away for their homes.

MORAL: "Never take your girl-friend on date if you are bankrupt".-Free advice from an experienced Person.