Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Sangh menace


We know the Sangh Parivar has a very bad habit of meddling in the lives of people. The members of this evil cult think it's their birth right to interfere in the freedom of choice of common folks.  They will decide what to eat, what to drink, what to wear, what to see etc. So far, we have seen these grass-eaters advocated vegetarian food for Hindus. They abhor drinking alcohol. They hate western dresses such as jeans. They pounce on young couple celebrating Valentines Day.

But now these morons have expanded their realm of activities. Now, they have decided to advise parents how to christen the newborns. Since Saif and Kareena named their newborn son as Taimur, all hell seemed to have broken loose. The communal Sanghies immediately related that name, which means iron, to the historical character Tamarlane, the Turco-Mongol conqueror and the founder of the Timurid Empire in Persia and Central Asia.

The idiots say that since Timur showed extra ordinary cruelty when he sacked Delhi, no one should be named after him. But the same zealots conveniently forget that a lot of Hindu rulers also showed extreme cruelty in the battlefields. What about Ashoka? He too killed almost the same number of people in the battle of Kalinga. Another fine example is Alexander (Sikander). The Hindus do not name their children after him, but a lot of Muslims do. Bhaskar Pandit of Maratha empire wrecked havoc to Bengal. But, Bengalis don't mind if someone names his child as Bhaskar.  

I don't care what Saif and Kareena will do, but I don't see anything wrong in naming Taimur. I think the main problem of the Sanghies is that they don't like Saif, because he married a Hindu girl, which is love jehad in the language of these fanatics.

I think common people of India should raise their voice against the RSS.

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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Film review: Dangal


2016 will probably be remembered for the pain and misery caused by demonetization, but if we leave that aside, we can definitely say that this has been a golden year for Indian wrestling. Sakshi Malik made us proud by winning a bronze medal in the Rio Olympics, and we got two block-buster Hindi movies on wrestling: Sultan and now Dangal. We already have a good infrastructure of wrestling in our country, and these two movies will further popularise wrestling. As a wrestling fan, I was left with no choice but to watch the movie. In this short review, I will try to focus on those points which are not written in other reviews.

Dangal is a Bollywood girl-power drama about a father-coach turning his daughters into star wrestlers. Mahavir Singh Phogat, played by Amir Khan, a national level champion, could not fulfill his dream of winning an international medal due to lack of support. He had to settle with a petty government job, but he desired his son to fulfill his dreams. He took four attempts, and each time he was bestowed with a girl. Amir had almost given up until he realised that his two elder daughters were strong and fighters. So, he took up the challenge of making them champions. He coached them under his strict-control regime. Initially, the girls protested, but later on they realised that their father had been trying to etch a path for them which was different from the stereotype neglected Hariyanvi woman. They practised with boys, and scaled the path of success step by step. Geeta, the eldest sister,  after becoming the national champion, joined the national academy in Patiala. But there she seemed to have lost focus, and could not make any impact in the international arena. She had a clash with her father over wrestling techniques. Eventually, she made up with her father, and started to get success. In the mean time, Babita, the second sister, too joined the academy. The climax of the film is set in the Commonwealth Games 2010, which was held in India.

In the movie "Sultan", there was a beautiful romantic story running parallely with some good sporting actions. Though the romantic part is missing in this film, I would say "Dangal" is no less in entertainment value. Acting as an aged man, with his short muscular body, cropped hair setting off jutting ears, plunging eyebrows, and a serene scowl that almost never left his face; Amir looked like a jock version of Rushdie. Yet within that tight-lipped mask, he found a hundred ways to communicate emotions. After the stupendous success of Salman Khan in Sultan, Amir knew he could never match him in wrestling actions, so the actor with a good head on his shoulders chose to play the role of a mentor. The main wrestling action was played by Fatima Sana Shaikh. She did a great job in both action and acting.

Nitesh Tiwary,  a little known director, did quite well in scripting and building up the climax. The rules of wrestling were nicely explained in the movie. Never for a moment, the film lost its momentum. Sakshi Tanwar didn't have much role to show her talent, but whatever chance she got, she did well. The two child actors, Zaira and Suhani flourished in their roles. The music was not that good, but this was not a romantic movie. The dialogues were witty. The choice of costume was apt for such a biopic. One interesting point is that Geeta (Sana) looked almost similar to Priyanka Gandhi.

Now, here are some of my critical observations: no action of Babita was shown, even when we know she too won international medals. Perhaps, the director was handicapped to feature her within this 2 hours 40 minutes movie. It was not as if Hariyana didn't have wrestling infrastructure for females. But, it was not shown. The wrestling match between a grown up girl and her father was bit obscene. This does not happen anywhere.

The film is doing really well in the box office: it crossed the Rupees 100 crore mark in just 3 days. It also got rave reviews. I shall give 7 out of 10, and recommend you to see the film.


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Saturday, December 17, 2016

Demonetization: 4 unpalatable facts for the RSS stooges

                                Demonetization: 4 unpalatable facts for the RSS stooges

The drum-beaters of the BJP, being expert in touting Goebbelsian lies, can create a make believe world around you where you tend to think that everything is going hunky dory for the BJP at the moment. They have been toiling extremely hard to turn one of the worst economic decision in the history of India since independence taken by a charlatan into a very bold move taken by a visionary to tackle black money, curb corruption, wipe out counterfeits, stop terror-funding, push digital transactions, and whatnot! To counter their bogus propaganda, I had written a blog on the subject a few days ago. Now, let me dish out a follow up on the same topic to bring some unpalatable facts for the liking of the bhakts.

1. Support is depleting rapidly: We know no one can beat the bhakts when it comes to voting in Internet. Each foot-soldier of the BJP has multiple fake IDs, and they work 24x7. In spite of that, the level of support, found by a Twitter poll conducted by the CNN IBN channel, has drastically decreased to 55% from more than 90% in the beginning. Link: http://www.news18.com/news/india/network18-twitter-poll-on-note-ban-shows-initial-support-could-be-waning-1323535.html

Yes 55% is still a majority,  but the depletion must be shocking for NaMo. In rural areas, the support is, I guess, less than 20%.

2. RSS survey depicts grim pictures for labourers: A recent survey by an RSS affiliate on the impact of demonetisation on the medium and small scale industry showed that nearly 70% of the respondents complained of their business being affected by the move. Link: http://www.hindustantimes.com/india-news/rss-survey-shows-note-ban-has-hit-small-industries-hard/story-9oajUJ8qbIkIa1LbNf9biO.html

Any person, other than a blind bhakt, if decides to come out from the comfort of his luxurious home, and takes a tour around the rural and seni-urban areas can perceive the distress among the masses due to demonetization.

3. How is the new IDS anti-corruption: Offering one more chance to black money holders, the government said they have time until March-end to come clean by paying 50 per cent tax on bank deposits of junk currencies made post demonetisation. The government offered  tax dodgers confidentially and immunity from prosecution under the new tax evasion amnesty scheme PMGKY. Link: http://www.news18.com/news/india/latest-scheme-to-declare-black-money-opens-tomorrow-50-penalty-applies-1323969.html

If the government was to make compromises with the corrupt people in the end, then why this kolaveri di in the first place?

4. Why donations to political parties are exempt from scrutiny: The government said on Friday that political parties depositing old 500- and 1,000-rupee notes in their accounts will be exempt from income tax provided the donations taken are below Rs 20,000 per individual and properly documented. Link: http://www.hindustantimes.com/india-news/tax-exemptions-to-political-parties-subject-to-conditions-govt/story-jKkkDNw7CYKM92iSE70gOO.html

Can the RSS stooges posing as crusaders-against-corruption in this forum explain the rationale behind it?

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Friday, December 9, 2016

Bagoon

      CHAPTER 1



In front of Shamu, his best friend Rina fainted, and fell on the ground like a lifeless barbie doll. Shamu remembered the desperate endeavours after which he could win Rina's heart. The fact that other boys of class X in the Laxmi Narayan (referred henceforth as LN) school felt jealous of him made him more proud of his feat.

To bring her back to consciousness, extremely worried Shamu wanted to sprinkle some cold water from his water bottle. But as soon as he tried to open the water bottle, the masked man with an AK 47 in hand rushed towards him, and without saying a word, sidekicked him on his ribs. There was such a force in the kick that Shamu flew in air, and fell on the ground like a toy.

"Don't move an inch until I say so. If you do, I will put the entire magazine on your head." The strongly-built man of 5' 8" warned in a ruthless manner. Shamu understood he spoke in Urdu.

Shamu was writhing in pain. He hoped that his ribs were not broken. Approximately, 400 students cornered in the hall were trembling in panic. 4 terrorists had taken control of their school. There were more students present in the school. The fortunate ones managed to flee from the rear entrance before the terrorists discovered and locked it. They had locked the front gate, too. Shamu saw 2 of them. The other 2 were guarding the two entrances of the school.

"Our demand must be met by 5 PM today. Else, we will start killing the students one by one." The leader, around 5' 10" in height, wearing a mask, having muscular physique uttered the dangerous warning to someone on the opposite side of his Xiomi mobile phone in chaste English.

It was around 11 AM in the morning, when Shamu heard a few gun shots and frantic screams from outside. The LN school was located at the centre of the city and was very well connected by roads. There were 2 security guards positioned near the front side of the school gate. But they were just stick-weilding harmless types who didn't have guns. They were sitting ducks for the terrorists, who stormed into the school after getting down from a Maruti Swift Dzire, which they confiscated from an innocent man at gun point. They killed him, too.

The LN school was a square-shaped, 2-storeyed building with 12 class rooms on each floor. The auditorium was situated at the 1st floor. The gate at the rear was generally closed. But as soon as it appeared that there was a terrorist attack on the school, the caretaker of the school, Ramswarup immediately opened the door and asked the school children to flee. Even though, the terrorists killed Ramswarup when they detected him helping the students to flee, a lot of young students could escape unhurt because of Ramswarup's bravery.

The terrorists' first target was the teacher's room. They first entered there and told the teachers to assemble the students in the auditorium. Two terrorists went to the 1st floor, while 2 remained at the ground floor.

Shamu studied in section A. Unfortunately, his section was situated at the front side of the building. Kripa Sir was taking physics class, when the Headmaster Bimal Sir came trembling to the room. His voice choked completely out of fear. His feet were trembling. He asked Kripa to lead all the students of the class to the auditorium. When they were moving towards the auditorium, Shamu saw from the balcony how Ramswarup was brutally killed by a terrorist. He showered 10 to 12 bullets on the poor chap.

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"What the hell were you doing? How could they come undetected?" -- fulminated the dhoti-and-kurta-clad Home Minister.

"Sir, there was no prior warning from the IB." The police commissioner told very politely wringing his hands.

"They seem to be home-grown terrorists, Sir, or they must be living here for quite some time. They appeared from nowhere, hijacked a car and killed the driver." -- opined the IB Chief.

"What do they want?" -- The HM scratched his shiny bald head.

"They want the release and safe passage of 3 dreaded IS terrorists, who are currently lodged in the Tihar jail, to an IS controlled city in Iraq. By 5 PM we must make arrangements for boarding them in a chartered flight to Mosul. Else, they start killing the innocent students."

A few months ago, Abu Musa, Hamza, and Abdullah were arrested from their hideout from Kupwara district in Kashmir. They had come here to aid the Kashmiri insurgents. For a period of more than a year, they had trained and indoctrinated the local youth to jehad in Kashmir. Arrests of these three were seen as a big setback for the IS plan of expansion in India. The security apparatus of the country was apprehensive of some kind of reprisal from the IS, but it was not aware of the level of penetration of the IS network at the local level. Also, they could attack a school was beyond their imagination.

The HM looked at his watch. It was 12-10 PM. That meant little less than 5 hours left before the deadline set by the terrorists. He frowned at the Police Commissioner, and asked, "Can you guys do it? You are the best police force in the country!"

"I am not saying they can't, but they should not! They are not specialized to undertake such risky operation in which even a minor mistake can lead to the deaths of hundreds of students." NSA Chief Mr Pongal said in a very cold voice.

The HM understood what he suggested. He asked, "How long it would take for the NSG commandos to launch an operation. Is the plan ready?"

"The plan is ready. It won't take more than an hour for the commandos to appear. But before that we have to seal the boundaries of that area. Even the television crew can't be present there. There must not be any media coverage. We need complete secrecy."

He wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead with a flick of his forefinger. Even in cold winter he was sweating. With a slight hesitation he continued, "Besides, we need an extra hour or so. Until the darkness creeps in, we cannot start the operation. The lights in the area have to be cut off during the operation."

"But, they have set 5 PM as the deadline," a very worried police commissioner reminded him.

"Yeah, I know that. We have to negotiate. My back up plan will be ready in case they show some obstinacy."

"Please remember the lives of 400 children will be at risk." The HM cautioned. In his personal capacity, he was thinking of submitting to the demands of the terrorists to minimise the loss of lives. He just couldn't think of young children being killed. But as a policy matter of the Government of India, he had no other choice but to order a rescue operation.

"I know Sir. Have faith in me. Already they have killed a driver, a school employee and two security guards of the school. I will do my best not to increase the toll. However, I must make it clear that we might lose a few commandos in the operation." Pongal said in a sad voice.

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"Today, I will beat ya, you bonehead. " Raunak hissed, clenching his teeth.

"Just do it mate, don't talk." Bagoon winked at Raunak. He seemed to be enjoying Raunak's anger.

Raunak took a great pride for being the best cadet in his cadre. During his tenure in the Punjab Police, he had won quite a few accolades for his exemplary bravery and sharp-shooting skills. Like a film hero, once he prevented an armed robbery, killing 5 out of 10 robbers singlehandedly, and catching the rest.

One day, Mr Pongal had called him in his office, and persuaded him to join the NSG. Mr Pongal, who himself was a supercop, had totally revamped the structure of the NSG. He had been selecting the best officers from various police departments across the country. With the help from the PM Mr Godi, he had made the pay package very attractive for the NSG Commandos. The compensation, in case of death or a grievous injury, had been made better than that of the army. So, Raunak Singh felt honoured to join the NSG cadre. He had to undergo one year of rigorous training along with his other 24 batch members. They had completed the training successfully. Just the formal award-giving ceremony was left, which would be held tomorrow.

As expected, Raunak won the best cadet award. But that was not as easy as was the case during his training as a Sub-Inspector in the Punjab Police. The other 24 candidates were also best cadets among their respective cadres. Raunak defeated his nearest rival Vimal Kumar from Bihar Police by only 5 marks. Bagoon's overall ranking was 20. But, in all the physical tests, he stood first. However, he fared miserably in the written papers. There was only one guy, Vaiju, from his own cadre of WB Police, who fared worse than Bagoon in the written papers. However, like Bagoon, Vaiju also did exemplary performances in the physical tests. On some tests, Vaiju stood second. But, Raunak seemed to have ignored him, and picked Bagoon as his only foe in the entire cadre. He would pick his faults, indulge in body-shaming, and insult him in every possible way.

But, Bagoon seemed to be nonchalant, at least outwardly, to all the insults meted out to him. Vaiju was his room mate, and the best friend in the cadre. One day, Vaiju had asked him, "How do you tolerate this nasty Punjabi ox? If he dares to say things that he says to you, I promise, I will kill him."

Indeed, during the initial days in the camp, a big fight had broken out between Raunak and Vaiju. All the trainers and all the cadets had to rush to the spot to separate those two fighting bulls. Mr Pongal himself visited the camp, and warned both of them of dire consequences, if they were found involved in a fight or even a brawl again. Since then, these two had avoided each other. But, Raunak's animosity to Bagoon had increased day by day. In fact, the nickname Bagoon was given by Raunak to ridicule him. Bagoon's real name was Bhagwan Das. He hailed from Burdwan district in West Bengal. Raunak named him Bagoon because to him Bhagwan looked like a baboon. He could not directly call him that, as it would sound like a racist slur. Hence the name Bagoon! It was true that Bagoon was not good-looking. He was around 5' 6" tall, having a muscular body full of thick hair. With his yellowish beady eyes, flat nose with large nostrils, and raised cheek bones, no wonder, so far he hadn't found any girl friend. On the contrary, Raunak was 6' tall, having very fair complexion, handsome guy. He might not be as muscular as Bagoon, but he held enormous physical strength.

                                         



During the couple of days of relaxation period before the award ceremony, Raunak challenged Bagoon for a final showdown. Bagoon had no intention to accept his challenge. As the tests were over, he was in a no mood to take up any unnessary challenge. But Raunak insulted him in front of everyone accusing him of cowardice. Bagoon put one condition that the loser would have to pay the winner Rupees 10000/, with a hope that this would deter Raunak. But, Raunak happily accepted the condition. It will be a 3-pronged competition: 100 meter race, high jump and push ups. Not only the officers, but also the entire batch of junoir Commandos assembled on the ground. Most of them were supporting Raunak, while a few of them were also in favor of Bagoon.

Bagoon won the 100 meter race hands down. While he timed 10.9 seconds, Raunak's time was 11.8 seconds. But during the second competition of number of push ups, Bagoon felt something was going wrong. After 150 push ups, Bagoon began to feel dizzy and fatigued. He fell on the ground after 170. While he was sitting dumbstruck on the ground, Raunak crossed his score and won the 2nd round. Bagoon's health began to deteriorate, as the dizziness increased considerably.

Vaiju shook his body asking, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Nope, it seems Gaurav had mixed something in the water."

After the 100 meter race, Gaurav Arora, a good friend of Raunak, had voluntarily offered him a bottle of water. It was beyond Bagoon's comprehension that Raunak could stoop to such a low level. Unsuspecting, he drank it, which was mixed with some kind of a sedative. And now, he was feeling the heat.

"Then stop the farce," very angry Vaiju said.

"I have no proof at the moment. If I stop at this stage, Raunak and his gang will make life hell for me. Also, you know I have always beaten him in high jumps. It won't be as tedious as doing push ups. I will do it."

Bagoon ran 20 meter for his first jump to cross 5.8 meter, but what happened after the jump he could not remember, as he lost his sense.

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                                                             CHAPTER 4

"Sir, one terrorist is on the line," very exited Police Commissioner told Pongal.

"Why are you getting late? Remember, just 2 hours, and after that we start killing the students one by one", he warned in a ruthless manner.

"Hey, be patient. We have readied the plane. We are willing to free the ISIS terrorists. Only problem is that PM Godi is not prepared to release them. But, I am confident I shall soon get his ascent." -- Pongal tried to pacify him.

"Hell with Godi. We don't care what he decides. After 5 PM if the 3 Muhaheedins are not set free and boarded to Mosul, we shall start killing the students one by one." He cut the line.

Actually, Pongal was expecting this kind of a response. He wanted to buy an hour by hook or crook. He had made his plan B ready. But, he was not fully sure whether it would work or not, as these terrorists were unpredictable creatures.

The students and teachers of the school heard one side of the bone-chilling conversation with bated breath. They had been standing in the hall without food and water for the last 4 hours. They were not even allowed to go to the toilet. A few of them had already collapsed on ground. But that didn't perturb the terrorists. They were treating them as if they were insects.

Shamu was under severe pain. He suspected one or two bones of his ribs might have been broken. But he was not even allowed to groan. Shamu had heard of stories of hell. The current situation seemed to him nothing less than hellish.

When the muscular man, who kicked him and whose code name was Beta, came near to them during patrolling, Shamu shouted at him, "Hey Sir, you have broken my ribs. I cannot withstand the pain and nature's call simultaneously. Please let me go to the toilet"



Even though "No", was the instant answer, Shamu noticed a soft vocal expression appeared on his otherwise emotionless voice for a moment. Shamu again pleaded, "Please Sir, please. Otherwise, I have to relieve myself here."

"Alpha bhai, should I let this boy go to the toilet. He is injured." Shamu was pleased to observe that his trick of calling him Sir had worked.

" Okay, accompany him, and don't give more that 5 minutes."

There was a verandah outside the hall. The toilet was situated at the corner of the verandah.

"No tricks! Just 5 minutes", was the response when Shamu got the permission of closing the door after repeatedly calling him Sir.

After entering the toilet, Shamu closed the door. He knew there was a window at the top. But it was covered with iron grill. However, Shamu had to take a chance. Ignoring the severe pain in his ribs, he stood on the commode and shook the grill vigorously with his both hands. Nothing happened. Shamu tried a few more times in vain. His 5 minutes were coming to end quickly. Just when he climbed down on the floor dejectedly, a piece of paper came from outside of the window. Shamu opened the crumpled paper.

It read, "Don't panic. We are coming to rescue you. Tell your friends just before 15 to 5 PM to lie on the floor when the power goes out. Now, you must eat this piece of paper."

Shamu's eyes glistened in glimmer of hope. He quickly looked upwards, but couldn't see anyone. Beta was now hitting the door threatening him of dire consequences, if he didn't come out immediately. What else Shamu could do, he swallowed the piece of paper with tap water, and came out.

                             

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                                                         CHAPTER 5

Bagoon felt like he was on cloud nine. Datta Uncle was making a victory lap around the Salt Lake stadium taking Bagoon on his shoulder. Other boys from his district were also accompanying them while cheering his name. Once again, Bagoon had created a state record in all the 100 m, 200 m, 400 m, long jump and high jump in the Junior level of state athletics meet.

While retuning home, Datta Uncle asked him, "Tell me Bhagu, what should I order for the celebratory dinner? Mutton biriani or Mixed fried rice?"

Bhagu was the short form of Bhagwan. Datta Uncle was the only relative Bagoon had. Whenever, Bagoon asked what relationship they had, Datta Uncle told that he was a distant maternal uncle of her mother. He told Bagoon that both his parents had died in an epidemic in his ancestral village. Somehow, Datta Uncle had managed to take him with him in the city. Since his childhood, when Bagoon began to know the world, he had never seen any relative. He lived with Datta Uncle in his quarter. Datta Uncle had been a military sports trainer. After his early retirement, he took up the job of training aspiring athletes. He trained Bagoon.

"No, I don't want any biriani. I want to see pictures of my parents." Bagoon curtly answered.

"Crazy boy! I told you in villages poor people don't have picture," Datta Uncle affectionately told him caressing his rough hair.

"That's a lie. I don't want to listen to lies. Tell me why do I look so ugly?" Bagoon was in a no mood to listen nonsensical talks that day.

"You are a hero. Why do you ask questions like a fool? Remember you are born to show your heroics. See how good you are at sports."

Bagoon became really puzzled to hear that answer. He was a hero! Really?

He asked, " Then why don't you allow me to show my real talent? You know I can clock much better time than this. Why you always tell me to give my 60% efforts only?"

Smirking Datta Uncle said, "So that your talents remain hidden till you show your heroics."

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"What did you do to him? You idiot!" The DG, Satpal Singh was just short of slapping Raunak.

"Don't worry Sir, we have washed out the fluid from his stomach. Within half an hour he should be okay." The doctor in this camp, ex-captain Vikas Iyer tried to pacify the DG.

"Damn your half-an-hour. The terrorists are threatening to kill young students after 5 PM. We have to chalk our plan immediately. And you are talking about half an hour." Satpal nodded his head in both directions in an expression of anger.

Ex-Col Mayur Bose was in the post of ADG. He said, "Don't worry Sir, you know our plan is ready and we have already done a mock drill."

"But without him, the exercise may not succeed. He has to be included in the mock drill."

Had it been other time, Raunak, surely, would have challenged Satpal's proposition. But considering the mood Satpal was in, Raunak didn’t say anything.

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"Could you detect the identities of the terrorists", PM Godi asked Pongal. He himself had come to the control room.

"Yes Sir, three of them are from Peshwar in Pakistan, and the 4th is from the POK."

Observing the disappointment on the face of Godi, Pongal added, " But the guy from the POK is the leader and he has close relatives in Kupwara."

"How close", Godi asked.

"Paternal uncle, his wife and three children. "

"Hmm!"

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"How are you feeling now, Bhagu?"

Bagoon was pleasantly surprised to see Datta Uncle sitting beside him.

Bagoon got up from the bed. His head tossed slightly and there was a mild headache. But with a smile on his face, he answered, "Absolutely okay!"

"3 terrorists have taken around 400 students in LN School as hostage, and they are threatening to kill them if their demand of releasing 3 ISIS terrorists are not met by 5 PM. This team of NSG Commandos will take up the rescue operation. You will play the most important part of the entire operation. Get ready. Listen the plan and rehearse."

When the select batch of 20 Commandos was going to depart for the operation, Datta Uncle again came towards Bagoon. He put a hand on his shoulder, and said, "This might be your day Bhagu to become the hero."

Bagoon laughed and said, "In that case, you must reveal the truth of my parents."

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"So, you want all of them killed. Listen kids you all will be killed." Alpha laughed hysterically.

"Don't be a fool. They have been released. Very soon they will board the plane."

Alpha clenched his teeth, "Yes, I know they have been released. But why have you put road block to the airport! It's 4-45 PM. If the plane doesn't take off within 15 minutes, we shall start killing."

"We are trying. The police is clearing the roadblock on war-footing. If you don't believe me, ask your sources."

Most of the students have already frozen in fear. These conversations made them trembling. Girls started crying. Shamu hadn't conveyed the message yet, as he was instructed to do it just before 15 minutes to 5 PM. He whispered the message in the ear of his nearby friend and told them to convey it to others.

Since the terrorists were very anxious at the moment, they didn't notice what the students were whispering.

Alpha and Beta were frequently looking at the wall clock in the auditorium. At 5 PM Alpha tried to frantically call someone. He tried and tried. But somehow his phone was not working. He took Beta's phone. But that didn't work either. They had earlier confiscated the phones of the teachers and students and dumped it on the dais. Alpha rushed there and switched on one phone. It was already 15 past 5. It was getting dark outside. Alpha rang the number of his handler in the city.

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Watching the students maintaining calm, Satpal proudly said, "Bagoon has done a wonderful job."

Everyone in the room agreed with him. It was indeed an unbelievable effort from Bagoon to sneak into the school building and then scale the wall and deliver the message to one boy. Not only that, he had placed bugs at the door of the auditorium. Through a spy cam, the inside of the hall could be observed.

"But the real game is yet to begin." Pongal quipped.

The moment Pongal saw Alpha rushing towards the table, he instructed the operator to stop the jammer. He knew if Alpha understood the they had put a jammer, he would definitely start shooting.

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Raunak could not believe his eyes. What he saw could not be real. The 3rd terrorist, whom they named Gamma, was patrolling the back gate by constantly moving to and fro. It was not more than 15 meters in each direction from the gate. Deep Singh told a local boy to burst a fire cracker outside the gate to divert Gamma's attention. As soon as Gamma came in front the gate to see what happened, Raunak saw with his binocular that a guy scaled the outside wall with a lightning speed, and he ran to the building even with a higher speed. Before the terrorist returned, Bagoon vanished. Raunak's eyes dropped automatically. He knew it was Bagoon, and he knew he could never do it. Now he concentrated with his job. He was assigned a very important job of sharp shooting Gamma. He had a night vision camera. It will be dark when he would shoot. He was at a distance of 50 m from Gamma hiding in a roof of a 2-storeyed building. After shooting he had to jump and run towards the auditorium.

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"Janab, what's the news? Has the flight departed?" Alpha asked anxiously to his handler.

"They have entered the plane. But it's not flying. Ask Pongal and start killing the students. "

Before Alpha rang Pongal, Pongal took him on a video call.

"Alpha, I think the plane has a technical snag. I assure you within 15 minutes, the matter will be resolved, and those 3 guys will head for Mosul."

"You bastard, I gave you 5 PM as the time limit, it's already 5-25 PM, and you want 10 minutes more? Beta start killing. "

"Hold on, hold on Alpha. Be reasonable. I asked for only 15 minutes. Look here."

Pongal shifted the focus of the phone to his right. A military man had put a gun on the head of Alpha's paternal uncle and his family members were crouching beside him. They were trembling in fear.

Watching the scene, Alpha became slightly perturbed. But he tried hard to show his nonchalance.

In an emotionless voice, he said, "So, you recognised me. Then you should know that I have dedicated my life for the creation of Dar al Islam in India. Nothing comes in the way. And these guys are not even my close relatives."

Despite Alpha's hard effort, Pongal's experienced ears noticed a distinct change in his voice, which manifested his disturbed mind. Pongal didn't want to miss that opportunity.

 He said, "Listen Hanif, we are not going to harm them. Our engineers are fixing the snag on war-footing. Wait up to 5-40 PM. If the plane doesn't take off by then, do whatever you want to do. "

Alpha aka Hanif looked at his wrist watch, it was 10 minutes to 5-40 PM. Very reluctantly, he agreed.

Pongal told his team, " Guys 5-40, cannot extend any more."

"That will do Sir, it's almost dark already." Satpal opined.

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At 5-35 PM, Raunak and Gaurav heard Pongal's voice in their spy micro earpieces, "Fix your target, take as many quick shots as possible from your silencer guns when the light goes out after 2 minutes."

Raunak was assigned to take on Gamma, while Gaurav would take on Delta at the front gate.

"Bagoon and Vaiju, you know what to do when I say go."

"Yes Sir." Both of them replied. Vaiju, too, was able to sneak into the building almost in a similar way as Bagoon did.

"Good. Listen other guys, you must not make any sound. You will have to back up Vaiju and Bagoon. You must take as many shots as possible, as they have to be killed as soon as possible."

Pongal prayed to the God, as not only the terrorists had AK 47 guns, but also they had stockpiled a huge load of explosives in the school. The remote control was with Alpha. One moment he thought can Bagoon and Vaiju do it! Was he risking more than 400 innocent lives?

PM Godi was there, and he could read what Pongal was thinking. He patted the shoulder of Pongal and said, "Everything will be okay. Have faith on God."

Gamma was constantly on the move, and he was patrolling at a brisk pace. Despite being a good sharp-shooter, Raunak found it difficult to fix his target with his night vision glasses. He had to constantly move his gun in the direction of moving Gamma. One miss, and Gamma can alert his friends, who would start mayhem.

10, 9, 8.. Pongal started the countdown. Raunak closed his eyes for a second and murmured, " I Raunak Singh, I am the champion. I don't make mistakes. "

As soon as the countdown ended, Raunak shot moving Gamma targeting his head. Within few seconds, he took 11 more shots. How many hit Gamma, he could not guess, but Gamma fell on ground motionless.

Most of Raunak's shots hit Gamma, that's why they didn't make much noise. But at the front gate, Gaurav's shots made quite a bit of noise, as he struggled to kill Delta. Even though, Delta could not find any time to alert Alpha and Beta, Pongal couldn't take any risk. In the winter, sound travels very well. So, Pongal ordered immediate power cut. Just before that he signalled Bagoon and Vaiju.

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"Hup hup", and a sound of jumping movement came from the verandah. Alpha got his training of jehad in a jungle in POK. He was aware of sounds of various jungle animals. He immediately recognised the sound of a langur. Not a single langur, but it appeared to him a couple of langurs were quarrelling outside. But how come! Could it be a trick of the enemy? But he took position with his gun, and instructed Beta to go outside very carefully. Alpha took position near the students. The remote control to detonate the explosive was in the pocket of his trousers.

Beta, too, got his training inside a jungle. He, too, was sure, it was a case of a couple of langurs intruding inside the school building. He had been residing in this city for the previous 3 months, and he had seen quite a few monkeys here. He had also seen a few langurs used by monkey trainers to stop monkey menace. Monkeys fear langurs. But, as Alpha directed, he could not take a chance. So, very circumspectly he came out with the gun in shooting position. Just as he came at the door, the current went off. It was completely dark there, and he could not see anything.

While Vaiju shot Beta on his head 6 times from a very close range with his silencer gun making sure he was dead, Bagoon quickly entered the room. Alpha was approximately 30 meter away from him. With his night vision glasses, Bagoon could see that Alpha positioned himself between the students, thereby negating any chance of firing from the enemy. He was probably not prepared for the power cut. But he understood something was very wrong, and he tried to take the remote out from his pocket.

Bagoon probably saved his best performance for this moment. Within less than 2 seconds he travelled the distance, and jumped on Alpha's shoulder. Both Alpha and Bagoon fell down on the floor. As directed, all the students laid on the floor. Alpha got up quickly and started firing at the students. However, since it was dark and the students laid on the floor, he could not hit anybody with his shots. Before Alpha could take any more shots, Bagoon by a single jump came in front of Alpha in a crouching position and hit him with all his might in his groin. In the mean time, Vaiju reached there. But before Vaiju could shoot Alpha on his head from the point blank range, Alpha fired indiscriminately at Bagoon as he was in front of him. Vaiju could not guess whether Bagoon was able to move away, but he put 6 bullets on Alpha's head. Alpha died instantly and fell on the ground. Vaiju announced in his microphone which was attached to to the collar of his shirt, " It's over Chief. "

The light and the other commandos came at the same time. Watching the bodies of the two dead terrorists, the students and the teachers cheered loudly in jubilation. While the students and the commandos were congratulating him, Vaiju's focus went to Bagoon. He was lying on the floor unconsciously. Vaiju checked his heart beat. He was alive. But he was bleeding profusely, as a few bullets penetrated his stomach, and one bullet hit his heart. Bagoon always declined to wear any bullet proof jacket as he thought it wouuld hinder his brisk movements. The outburst of joy had suddenly turned into sorrow for the commandos. Watching Bagoon's plight, the students began to cry.

Bagoon was rushed to the best hospital in the city. But, before he could be operated, his condition worsened considerably. Strangely, he got back his sense for a while. He wanted to meet Datta Uncle. When Datta Uncle came, Bagoon was in his last stage. Datta Uncle was crying like a baby. He loved Bagoon more than anybody else in this universe.

Bagoon could barely talk, yet he said in almost inaudible voice, " Uncle I did it. Now will you show me the photos of my parents?"

Unfortunately, Bagoon could not complete the sentence, as death came to embrace him.

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Sunday, December 4, 2016

Demonetization Demon


I hate to write this, as I was an ardent follower of Modi. But, I think I should write what I observe, understand and foresee. Apart from ruining the rural economy, Modinomics has hit the state revenues very hard. All states have recorded a significant fall in revenue in the month  of November. December is showing worse signs, and this trend will continue, at least, for the rest of the financial year.

People in rural India are in distress. Forget about digital transaction, a significant portion of the rural populace do not know how to read digits. Total number of mobile phone uses might have increased, but the majority of people only know how to receive and how to call, and believe me, nothing else. You must be delusional to expect these guys to transact digitally. A majority of the rural populace do not use check books, not only because many of them are illiterate, but also in fear of fraud. There had been innumerable examples of overwriting a check amount in order to deceive.

Bank penetration in rural India is still not satisfactory. Still today, a huge number of people don't have any bank account, despite all the brouhaha about JAN DHAN Account. According to World Bank data, the number of bank branches per 100,000 adults in India was 9 and 13 in 2004 and 2014, respectively.

Modinomics has sucked out 86% of the currency notes in order to wipe out estimated 5% of the black money. As blood is vital for a living body, currency is vital for the health of the economy of a developing country like India. Now when you take out 86% of blood, surely the person dies. Similarly, when you take out 86% of the currency without any preparation, you kill the economy.

There was no hurry for Modi to take this drastic measure. He could have initiated the measures he is doing now as a prior to this step. For example, he should have ensured at least 90% coverage of bank accounts. He should have started paying salary of all employees of all organisations in their bank accounts earlier. He should have educated and accustomed the rural populace about  digital economy. But, without doing any homework, he unleashed the demonetization monster. No wonder it has swallowed the rural economy. Even people like Yaswant of CVoter, who is known to be a lackey of Modi, is singing a different tune now. Read his article in Firstpost.

In the comment sections of newspapers or magazines, we see a bevy of paid workers of the IT cell of the BJP, inundating it with meaningless self-congratulatory comments. This a cheap ploy of the BJP to befool people. Up to some extent, they can get success, but can they fool all the people all the time?  

It's a God-gifted opportunity to the Congress for a revival and emergence of  Rahul as the credible national leader. In the UP elections, if Congress allies with the BSP, the alliance can sweep the poll.

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Friday, November 18, 2016

Ghost Story

                                                                           

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This story goes back to the late 80s, when I was a kid. My maternal uncle's home was situated in a nondescript rural village, which has now become a semi-urban area. We used to visit there twice a year: once during summer holidays and the second during puja vacations. Since that was a mofussil area, power cuts used to be a constant nuisance. During the minimum 3 hours of power cuts in every evening, we used to sit together in the veranda on a mat discussing ghost stories, while a dim kerosene lantern with a flickering flame provided the perfect spooky ambience. Majority of spine-chilling stories were narrated by my grandmother, whom I used to call Didu. My father was a rationalist: he  believed neither in God nor in ghost (strangely, he has turned into a believer now!). So, back at home whenever I narrated  those spooky stories to him, he laughed them off by saying, "All bogus stuff."

Emboldened by my father's rational views, I started to question those stories as I grew older. Confronted by my skepticism,  Didu one day told me," So, you no longer believe my stories! What happens if I show you something very supernatural? "

I blurted," Whoa, will you show me a ghost?"

She told me, "Well, it may not be ghost, but it will be a very a supernatural thing?"

She didn't elaborate it any more.

Next day, around 4 PM she took me outside. It was early November; winter had just begun  to set in. By 5 PM, it became completely dark outside. As it was a rural area, people preferred to stay at home after 5PM. So, I was feeling a bit tensed when Didu and I were setting off for an unknown destination.

It took us about one hour's walk to reach the much awaited spot. Outside the village, there was a small hamlet, where some fishermen lived. Didu took me in front of one of the houses. By that time, there was a gathering of 10 to 15 people in front of the house. All of them were waiting outside the veranda of that tile-shed mud house. No body was talking. It appeared to me that they were waiting for somebody. For too long, I had curbed my curiosity. Before I was going to ask something, Didu said, "Hold your breath. Chandini will come out within a minute."

Strong smell of incense was coming along with stronger smell of some kind of a mosquito repellant. Tears began to drop from our sore eyes. Suddenly, a woman clad in deep red sari came out of the house.  Amidst chanting of "Hail Chandini, hail Chandini" by the crowd, I noticed that the woman was in her early thirties with a very dark complexion. In a normal voice, she asked the crowd, "Have you brought the questions?"

"Yes" was the universal answer. She then quipped, "I shall answer only 15 of them. Give the questions to Hiralal. By lottery he will select 15 of them. Those whose questions will be selected have to give rupees ten each".

Hiralal did what he was asked to do. I didn't know that my Didu also had a question. She was lucky to have her question selected. In the meantime,  some strange rituals of puja was performed by a purohit with Chandini seating alongside him.

I asked Didu, "What was  your question? "

Didu said, "Don't you know I have an eternal sensation of burning in my body?"

I nodded my head as I recalled, Didu never used any wrapper even in a time when winter was at its peak. When we loved to skip bathing, she bathed at 5 AM in morning in our pond, that too for an hour.

I asked, "Is she an astrologer?"

In a hushed tone she said, "Ma Kali will enter inside her, and she will be possessed.  She will become goddess for 15 minutes or so. The words she will utter will be the words of the goddess. This happens once in a week. People from different places come here to solve their problems. "

While we were talking, someone in the crowd shouted, "She has fainted. "

Didu said," Now."

                                                                 

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I became worried to see Chandini lying unconscious, froth coming out of her agape mouth. Just as I started to wonder why no body was sprinkling some cold water on her face, Chandini got up to a sitting position. I looked into her eyes. They were deep red with a completely blank look. There was complete silence among the visitors. Hiralal sprang into action. He said, "Ma Kali has arrived inside Chandini. Please ask questions one at a time. Don't ask anything after she answered you."

Hiralal called a name. A bald, dark, middle-aged man rose up and asked, "Ma, my wife is unfaithful. She is having an affair with my neighbour. Please tell me what should I do?"

Chandini opened her mouth. It was a completely different voice from what I heard previously. It appeared to me that it was coming from a very long distance, say at least, 50 yeards.

Chandini answered, " Your wife is less at fault than your neighbour Indra. Indra is blackmailing her to continue the illicit relationship. He knows a secret about your wife. Your wife had a relationship with a boy before her marriage to you. She had hidden this fact. So, you should ward off her fear first. Then you tell her to scream whenever the man enters her room. Be prepared. Give him a good beating. "

As Hiralal instructed not to speak after Chandini has stopped,  the man didn't say anything. But I saw tears coming out of his eyes.

The second man of around 45 years of age complained about his financial crisis due to lockout in the factory where he used to work. Chandini thought for 30 seconds or so, and said, "Six months! Wait for six months. The factory will reopen. In the meantime, do some part time job. There is no newspaper vendor in the area. You should take up that job."

The man was so happy to hear that his factory would open again, he offered a 50 rupees note to Hiralal.

I was trying to guess how could Chandini be offering solutions so confidently! Did she know the answers beforehand? What if she was wrong! But the next question-answer made me more puzzled.

When the next person, a short, stout man of around 30 years age with a broom-like-mustache wanted a magic mascara to make a woman, whom he intended to marry, fall in love with him, Chandini burst in anger. She fulminated, "Don't come here for cheating purpose. If you have a genuine problem, I shall offer you a solution. But you are a married man with two children. Yet, you cast evil eye on your unsuspecting neighbour's wife! Get out from here."

Didu was 7th in the queue. Hearing her problem, Chandini prescribed a body oil, which she should procure from Hiralal. At that point, suddenly my scientific temper flared up. I thought I must take on the charlatan. I stood up and shouted, "Why are you fooling people? What's the ingredient of that oil?"

There was a pin drop silence for a moment. Everyone looked at me angrily. Didu was shell-shocked. She tried to make me sit down by pulling my hands. But, I didn't. Just when I thought that I had upstaged Chandini, she rebuked me, "If you don't have faith, then why have you come here Pirik? If I tell you the ingredients, you will recognise a single one? I know you are very weak in Life Science."

How did she know? Even if Didu told her my name beforehand, it was not possible for her to know that I was weak at Life Science! Perplexed, I sat down quietly.

Chandini came up with such amazing answers to all 15 questions. After that she again fainted. Didu said, " It's over. Let's move out."

During the return journey,  Didu asked, " What do you say now?"

I couldn't say much as my head was spinning. What I saw was something surreal.

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Lust and revenge

LUST AND REVENGE



Warning: You must be 18 years or above to read this
Chapter 1

That bat could emerge as his potential downfall was beyond Saif’s imagination. During his one month tenure as a security guard here, he had occasionally heard a few screeches of bats when he overstayed to gossip with his friend after his duty hours, but he never saw any. As per his guesstimate, climbing the house was rather easy, as all the verandas of the flats were covered with iron grills. Saif knew no one would guard the rear side of the house. There was no dog, no security camera. All he had to do was to climb the 8 ft tall wall from outside. With an ascender, that job was also very easy. In the dark night of new moon, Saif climbed the wall rather easily. Saif knew he would not be able to intrude from any of the verandas. Cutting grill was not an option for him, as it would be too hazardous. Also, he would have to break the door of the veranda, which would definitely be closed from inside. The only vulnerable point was the glass window of Nayanika’s bathroom. There was no grill there. Probably, it was beyond the imagination of the builder that anyone could even think of intruding from there, as the bathroom was situated sidewise, where no one could go directly.

So, Saif had to climb the roof, and from there he had to come down with the help of that dynamic rope. He was hanging in air with the rope tied to his waist and resting his mountaineering boots on the crevice of the wall. The pane was made of Belgium glass. Saif couldn’t open it by applying sidewise force. He pushed the glass towards the bathroom. Nothing happened. Saif heaved a heavy sigh, and brought out the glass cutter from the bag, which was placed on his back. Saif was very apprehensive of the noise it would make. When Saif applied it on the glass, he understood it would not be easy. The glass was quite thick, and his  two hundred rupees glass cutter was not that sharp. In the hot night of summer, Saif was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Fortunately for him, the noise was pretty moderate. Around this time, a  couple of bats were flying too close to him. Probably, the screeching sound attracted their attention. Little did Saif understood that they were on their reconnoitre mission! For a brief moment, his mind went 1 year back.

Chapter 2

"Hey young man! Joined recently? Tell me who I am?" A beautiful slim lady of around 38 years of age, wearing a light purple track suit, got down from the lift and asked the question.

Saif stood up and saluted by reflex action and said, "Good morning Ma’am".

Indeed, he had joined just one day before, and still he didn’t know the faces of the inhabitants of the 16 flats of this 8-storied building. The manager of the security agency Blue Star, where he worked, had told him that this was a very high profile society. He had given him a file which had all the details of the residents of this building. Since he had travelled a long distance to come there in Salt Lake, he was damn tired to look into it last evening. His 12 hour long duty started from 6 AM and ended at 6PM. It was just 6 AM, and before Saif could look into the file, the woman in light purple caught him unprepared.

Smiling asininely Saif said, "Sorry Ma’am! I have just joined." A school friend of Saif advised him to smile when someone superior confronted him with some unpalatable facts, because in his opinion Saif looked blissful with dimples on his face when he smiled. It was true that Saif’s smiles had saved him on numerous awkward situations.

But that time it didn’t seem to have cut much ice before the lady in front who appeared to be going for her morning jogging session. In a very cold voice she rebuked Saif, That’s not a good excuse. Will you let anyone enter this building? Do you know how many VIPs live here?"

Saif could sense that his ears had started to become red. It was very difficult for an extremely fair, compared to other Bengalis, guy like him to hide facial expressions. Saif had been a very good sportsman all through his 27 years of life. As a common trait of sportspersons, Saif, too, got angry rather easily. But, that being the first day of his new job, he was determined not to lose his temper. Therefore, collecting his composure Saif again smiled, and said, "Sorry Ma’am. I apologise."

"Huh", seemed to be the recognition of Saif’s apology, as looking at her wrist watch she moved in a hurry. She even didn’t sign the entry-exit register book.

Saif quickly glanced into the file to know who she was. Nayanika Sen, 37 years, renowned journalist of an English newspaper, had been living alone there for the last couple of years. That was all Saif could get about her from the file. In the picture she looked like a fairy to Saif. Ocean-like eyes with long eyelashes were very prominent in her Scandinavian facial structure. There was a hint of smile on her red hot lips. Unfortunately, Saif didn’t like reading any newspaper let alone English ones. That was why he hadn’t  heard the name previously.

Chapter 3

It took him a quite long time, to make a circular hole through which he can move his body. After 45 minutes, Saif was done with the cutting job. He prayed to Allah let the glass not make much noise when he pushes it on the bathroom floor. It was 1 AM in the morning. Even though there was no light or no sound coming from Nayanika’s flat, Saif was very apprehensive. Another apprehension, of much bigger scale, was whether Nayanika had locked the bathroom door from outside or not! Before moving into the bathroom, Saif took out a quarter bottle of Rum. Not only it will release tension, but also it will give him the necessary energy. Just when he opened the bottle, a bat attacked him, and made a big scratch on his face with its sharp nail.

Saif couldn’t maintain his balance, and the bottle fell off his hand. Saif thought he was gone, if it fell on the concrete, it would make a huge noise, and that would awake the guard. He would be a dead meat! Saif didn’t wait anymore. He coiled his body to garner force and kicked the glass with his feet, and entered in the bathroom.  Two sounds of breaking glasses happened simultaneously: one on the ground and the other on the bathroom floor.

Even though Saif had tried to concentrate on the job, something very uncanny went on his head throughout that day. He could not stop thinking about Nayanika. On 2 more occasions, Nayanika got up and down during Saif’s duty period. As per his duty manual, every time Saif greeted her, but Nayanika didn’t even look at him. Saif had understood she was very busy. It was apparent  from her movements, too. It appeared to Saif that she had been fighting a tough battle with the clock.

Even after the duty hour, when Saif had been going to his quarter, he was constantly thinking about Nayanika. Saif shook his head vigorously thinking that this would ward of the weird thinking from his head. But that didn’t happen. Even before sleep, he had been thinking about Nayanika. Saif thought if Nayanika could look so beautiful in her anger, how would she look when she was happy! Her ocean-like eyes had a piercing look, as if she could read the mind of a person. Saif smiled, if she could indeed, then it would have been very embarrassing for Saif. Because, Saif had been looking at her amorously. Yes, she was older than Saif, but Saif believed in true love age didn’t  matter.

Chapter 4

The bottle made a larger noise as it broke into several pieces, while the circular Belgium glass made a short flat sound, as it didn’t break. Saif curiously looked from the hole to see what happens next. Is the middle-aged Bihari security guard awake or is he sleeping?

"Who is there?" the guard rushed to the spot. He looked in 360 degrees, but never looked up. "Someone must have thrown it. Why waste a bottle?" He soliloquized disapprovingly. He went back to his position.

Saif was pleased to see no damage being done to his plans. His gloves would ensure no finger prints on bottle. He is wearing one-sized larger shoes to leave no clues. But if the door is locked from outside, then Saif’s entire plan will be ruined, and in all possibility, he would be caught. Remembering Allah, with a pounding heart, Saif held the knob of the door and pushed it inwards.

"Yeahh", the sound of rejoice Saif uttered was a bit loud. Saif was again pleased with his assumption that majority of people don’t bolt the bathroom door from outside. Saif put on the mask.

"Hey hunk, can you drive? Do you have a driving license?" Nayanika shot at Saif.

Saif had by then passed a month in that flat as a security guard. But, Nayanika had become an obsession for him. Every time she went through the gate, he wanted to be cozy with her. But, Nayanika never had any time to even respond to his innocuous queries. At best, a lovely smile was on the offing. Saif had noted that even though Nayanika lived alone, a journalist friend of her occasionally visited her apartment. Saif tried to guess the kind of relationship these two had. From the body language, it appeared to Saif that they had been very close. But that didn’t deter Saif. He no longer denied that he was in love, maybe one-dimensional, with Nayanika.

Saif smiled from ear to ear, and nodded his head affirmatively. He asked sheepishly, "Why Ma’am?"

"My driver will take a leave tomorrow. But, I have to attend an important press conference at 7 PM at Park Street. Can you take me there?" Nayanika asked eagerly.

"Chill Ma’am! Before this job, I worked as a driver for a couple of years. I’ll take you there."

When a distinctly relieved Nayanika exited the scene, a visibly excited Saif punched his fist in air and hissed, "Yes." His plan had worked! It was none other than he, who had persuaded Nayanik’s driver Ahsan to take a leave. He had also asked Ahsan to tell Nayanika that he could drive. Saif had been very pleased to note that his setting had worked perfectly.

Chapter 5

It was a press conference organised by the Congress party to launch its electoral campaign for the state assembly elections. Nayanika, being the political editor of her newspaper, had been considered as a special guest. While junior journalists had returned after the press conference, a batch of 15 seniors was invited for a party. Sumptuous food along with exotic wine was for the taking. Nayanika loved gin and vodka. Watching her favourite drinks flowing like fountain, Nayanika could not resist herself.

Nayanika was the last person to come out of the party. She could not move straight. Watching Nayanika coming out of the gate with dizzy steps, Saif’s eyes lit up in glee. He immediately rushed to her to offer his hand. Nayanika was reluctant to take his hand for support. She claimed that she was okay. But she had to walk more than 50 meters and cross a road to go to the parking place, and she stumbled within a couple of steps.

"Hold my hand Ma’am ." Saif ordered Nayanika sternly. Nayanika was embarrassed after the stumble. She could not resist Saif’s offer. The warmth of Nayanika’s soft hand felt amazing to Saif. Nayanika was 5 feet 10 inches tall with 68 kg weight. It was getting difficult for Saif to control Nayanika’s unstable movements. Saif had a glance at Nayanika with the corner of his right eye. He stopped suddenly, and put Nayanika’s left hand around his shoulder. He said softly, "This would help us to move smoothly. Of course, if you don’t mind." Nayanika was in a dizzy state. Even though it was humiliating for her to move in this manner with a driver, Nayanika didn’t resist. "Yo naughty fella", did she say indulgently,  Saif couldn’t understand! But he was in cloud nine. Nayanika was then in close contact with Saif. Nayanika’s C-cup sized breasts were making electric sensations whenever they were making contacts with Saif’s body. Saif prayed let this journey never end. But, soon Saif had to place Nayanika in the back seat safely, and drive the car home.

Emboldened by the proceeds of that night’s endeavour, Saif took another chance. Opening the door of Nayanika’s Honda City, Saif floated the proposal, "Ma’am shall I accompany you to your flat? If you don’t mind, of course."

Even though, Nayanika was a regular drinker, that night’s 6 pegs of cocktail of gin and vodka were  a bit heavy for Nayanika’s comfort. Though she could think straight, her head was tossing and her voice was mumbling. To Saif’s utter surprise, Nayanika grinned, "Of course. But don’t hold my hand."

Saif was a bit disappointed, but that didn’t deter his heart from pumping heavily with the expectation of something extravagant upstairs.

However, Nayanika had no such plan. She was pleased with Saif’s helpful behaviour. She didn’t want to be rude, and she wanted to offer him some money. Nayanika lived in the uppermost 7th floor.

The incident happened at the door of Nayanika’s flat. Saif thought she would invite him inside the flat. But Nayanika didn’t let Saif in. She just thanked him and offered him a thousand rupee note from her handbag. Saif was extremely frustrated. He was dreaming big, and he could not see his dream shattered like this. His good sense told him to back off and try it another day. But if there was a good sense in a human, there was also an evil sense, which most times subdued the former. There was no exception here, evil sense took control of Saif. He thought dizzy Nayanika wouldn’t resist his advances and would forget the incident next day.

Chapter 6

He refused to take the thousand rupee note and bluntly said, "No Ma’am, I want a different compensation."

Before Nayanika could understand what Saif meant by that, Saif held Nayanika’s head with his left hand, dragged her towards him, and forcefully kissed Nayanika. The grape-like-sweet hot lips of Nayanika made Saif’s blood boiling. After almost a minute Saif broke the kiss.

Whatever dizziness Nayanika had vanished in thin air. She came back to her senses. She slapped Saif with all her might shouting, "Yo bastard! Yo 2 paisa watchman, how dare you touch me. I shall call the police."

She shoved Saif forcefully, and shut the door with a bang. Saif, too, came back to his senses quickly. He became extremely apologetic, and rang the doorbell a number of times. But Nayanika didn’t open the door. Frightened Saif went home. He could not sleep in the whole night. He thought he should not have done that.

In the morning, when he wanted to join his duty, he was prevented by the Secretary of the flat, who was a top police officer,  saying they didn’t require his service. When a virtually terrified Saif asked for the reason, the Secretary said, "You could have been in jail. But considering your young age, Nayanika didn’t lodge an FIR. But I must warn you if I see you here in future, or if you disturb Nayanika in future, you will land in jail."

The day was indeed a very bad day for Saif. Around 10 in the morning, his boss in the company called him. When he turned up, he was fired for serious misbehaviour. Distraught Saif begged for mercy. The boss said he could not compromise with the reputation of his company. However, if Nayanika exonerated him, he could rehire him.

It took 2 days for Saif to persuade Nayanika to meet him through the secretary of the building. When Saif met Nayanika in her office chamber, Saif was kneeling in front of her with folded hands. Saif pleaded that he was the only breadwinner of his family of 6. Besides his ailing parents, he had two dependent siblings.

 Nayanika had agreed to give him 5 minutes. Nayanika rudely interrupted Saif after 5 minutes, and said, "Listen fella, you should have remembered all this things before committing the crime. I don’t care how you will deal with this situation. You are a potential rapist, and I can’t agree to have such a person of dubious character as our security guard. Now, get out."

The security guards of her office showed him the door.

Saif couldn’t get a job because of the ill-reputation. Because of lack of proper medicine his father died. His sister had to leave school as Saif could not pay the fee. Except Saif, the entire family went to their ancestral village. Frustrated and extremely angry Saif decided to take revenge.

Chapter 7

Saif thought Nayanika was sleeping in her bedroom. Saif took a 8" long shiny dagger in his hands. When he was searching for the switch, Saif heard a shrill female voice, and got a huge kick in his gut. Saif was fool to assume that despite hearing the noise in her bathroom, Nayanika would still be sleeping. Nayanika had gotten up and come out to see what happened. She saw somebody was coming to her room. Nayanika didn’t panic. She was extremely fit due to her regular jogging. She wanted to first injure the intruder, and then she would call the police. Nayanika herself switched on the light and saw a guy was lying on the floor writhing in pain. She thought the guy wouldn’t be able to get up quickly. So, she turned towards her mobile phone which was kept on the cot in order to call the security and the police.

Saif was very a good footballer, and played for his college team. He was hit several times on the groin area. He was used to it, and knew how to relieve the pain quickly. When he saw Nayanika scurrying towards the phone, which was not too far from her, he jumped like a spring, and tried to overpower her from behind.

Saif’s assumption that he could overpower Nayanika proved to be wrong. Nayanika was too strong for 5’8" tall, medium-built Saif. Making a shrill screech, she put Saif on the marble floor. The dagger had already dropped from Saif’s hand during the first attack by Nayanika. Nayanika was shouting for help. Saif had no problem with her screeches, as he knew it was almost impossible for any sound to penetrate these soundproof walls. But Nayanika was sitting on his belly and putting enormous pressure on his throat by her two hands. She wanted to make him senseless by choking. Saif’s eyes became enlarged,  he was slowly getting asphyxiated. Only one thing he could do in such a precarious position. Even though it was not in the rules of a fair game, Saif garnered whatever power he was left with and poked his fingers on Nayanika’s eyes.

"Hai Bhagwan, my eyes", Nayanika screamed closing her eyes in pain, while simultaneously releasing Saif. Saif quickly got up; by then he knew Nayanika was a tough prey. If he has to make his plan successful, he has to act now. Saif took no time to pick up the dagger, and he stabbed Nayanika on her shoulder. Then he punched Nayanika on her jaw with all his might. Like a lifeless Barbie doll, Nayanika fell on the floor losing her sense. Very quickly Saif laid her on the bed, tying both her hands and legs with the four legs of the cot. However, he didn’t put anything on her mouth. He switched off the fluorescent  light and switched on the dim light.

Saif put cold water on Nayanika’s face to wake her up. When Nayanika got her sense back, she felt enormous pain on her jaw and right shoulder, even though Saif had applied first aid to prevent bleeding. Nayanika so far felt very proud of her courage. She took bold decisions in life, which no ordinary woman could do. But for the first time in her life, she felt helpless. She had no idea what was happening to her and why!

Chapter 8

Saif tried to modulate his voice, and in a distorted voice mimicked Nayanika, "Hey bitch, where has your courage gone? If you try to scream or don’t obey my direction, I am gonna put this dagger right on your heart. But if you behave like a good girl, I won’t kill ya."

Nayanika cried and pleaded for mercy. Saif laughed loudly, and asked, "Do you yourself show any mercy? There will be no mercy, just obey what I say."

"You take my money, and please don’t harm me."

"Where is your money?"

"Take the key from the drawer and open the almirah, you will find rupees 40 thousand cash. Take that and release me."

Saif sniffed at the amount, "You earn 2 lakhs per month, and you offer me 40 thousand only! No way, give me more."

Believe me this is the cash at hand at the moment.  But you can take my ATM card from my handbag kept there."

"How much in your account, and what is the pin?"

"2 lakhs and here is the pin." Nayanika told the pin.

"Huh, not bad." Saif took the ATM card and noted the pin. Saif knew there was an SBI ATM counter very near to the house. "If you told me the wrong pin I will come back and kill you." Saif warned Nayanika.

"I am not lying. Now please let me go."

"Not so easily honey!" Saif tore the night dress of Nayanika with the dagger. He threw it on the floor. Now, Nayanika had only bra to cover her assets. "Beautiful", Saif said. Panic was clearly visible on Nayanika’s face.

"Don’t  do this, please, please. " She begged.

"Ha ha", Saif laughed. Just obey what I say. Don’t resist. Otherwise, you are going to pay." Saif warned Nayanika.

The mask Saif was wearing had his eyes and nose hidden. But his lips were open. "Let me drink some pure honey", Saif said kissing Nayanika on the neck, then on the cheek and finally on her lips. Even with her hands and legs tied, Nayanika wrenched her body trying to push Saif away. Saif didn’t like it and immediately he again punched Nayanika’s face.

 "Ughh, oh ma", Nayanika cried in pain.

"Now be a good girl", Saif said in a ruthless manner. Saif cut the strips of Nayanika’s bra with the knife. Now the breasts laid open. Nayanika closed her eyes in shock and shame.

 "You don’t have to be ashamed. I am your lover. What’s the shame in front of your lover?" Saif tried to ward off the fear in Nayanika.

The C-cup sized breasts had two beautiful pinkish areolas and around 1-cm long light-red erect nipples.

"Oh my God, this is heavenly." Exclaimed Saif. Saif didn’t waste anytime.

Chapter 9

"Now please let me go", Nayanika pleaded Saif with a very sore throat. Saif’s tool took a toll on Nayanika’s throat. Saif took his time. He sat on the bed in a  relaxed manner, and drank a glass of water, and offered Nayanika some water, which she declined.

After 15 minutes or so, Saif again sucked Nayanika’s boobs. Those heavenly boobs could get an erection even in a dead body. Again in no time Saif got an erection.

Suddenly, Nayanika shouted, "Now, I understand you are Saif. Aren’t you. You want to take revenge for your sacking. Please don’t do this to me. I will give you more money. "

Maybe for a second, Saif forgot to distort his voice, and was caught by Nayanika. Saif’s eyes lit up in anger. "So, you got me! Do you have any idea what suffering you caused to me and my entire family?"

Saif again punched Nayanika to silence. Now the moment has come for which Saif longed. He slowly entered Nayanika. "Hai Allah", was the exclamation that came to his mouth. Nayanika groaned, whether in pain or ecstasy that Saif couldn’t judge. Within 10 minutes, Saif was done.

It was around 3-30 AM in the morning. Saif’s lust was fully satisfied. He contemplated of leaving. He had made his alibi ready. A lot of people in his village  would vouch that Saif was with them in the night. Just when he was thinking of leaving,  Saif heard Nayanika soliloquizing angrily, "This time this bastard will not go unpunished. I will ensure that he gets death penalty."

“The bitch is not done yet, she is still having that bloody temperament running.” Saif burst in anger, and he was left with no other option. He came back quickly, and slit the throat of Nayanika. He shoved a rag on Nayanika’s mouth, and simultaneously choked her to ensure death. After struggling for a minute or so, Nayanika’s resistance ended, and the fierce journalist, a vocal feminist slept for ever.

Saif cleaned the floor, took the condom with him. He tried to remove all the traces of his involvement. He could have easily got down by stairs, as in all probability the guard was sleeping at the moment.  But he took no chance. Again, he got out of the window, and went to the roof. From there, he threw the anchor in the grills of one of the backside veranda of the 3rd floor flat. Very quickly he climbed down. From there he got down in step by step up to the first floor. From first floor he jumped on the ground easily, and got out through the same wall. He didn’t go to the nearby ATM, as ATMs have CCTV installed. It didn’t matter to him if got the money or not, as his lust and urge for taking revenge were fulfilled.

The end


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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Bus stop romance


The lady in the blue saree
Looked like a vanilla ice cream
Since I saw her in the bus stand
She  became my sweet dream.

Very soon our eyes met
I talked to her gently
With my trembling heart
Will she take it kindly?

She said she knew me
As I was the local star
But she feared to talk
Thinking I'd ignore her.

Could not believe my luck
I was in cloud nine
Just a few conversations
And she fell in line?

Where are you going
She asked me eagerly
As we got on the same bus
And sat together closely.

Knowing our destination was same
My head began to toss
My love vanished quickly
When I learned she would be my boss.


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Monday, October 10, 2016

Surgical strike and the aftermath


Shattering the myth of possible nuclear conflict, India broke her "strategic restraint" on 29th September when Indian soldiers crossed the LOC for surgical strikes inside Pakistan-occupied territory. India claimed that Indian soldiers had been able to destroy 7 launch-pads for terrorists at a stretch of a 250 km arc along the LOC, killing 30 to 40 terrorists and their handlers. This bold step to avenge the dastardly killing of 20 Indian soldiers and maiming of 18 more in Uri has caught a lot of people off guard.


Initially, Pappu praised Modi, but later on noticing Modi's growing popularity, he cringed, and made some ugly comments. A few people like Kejriwal, Chidambaram etc suddenly became doubting Thomases and questioned the veracity of India's claim about the surgical  strikes. Arvind Kejriwal became so famous in Pakistan that he could easily open a branch of his party in Pakistan with the name of PAAP (Pakistan Aam Admi Party). These guys probably have fallen prey to Pakistan's incessant denial and the propaganda-war against it.

Now to expect that Pakistan would admit the surgical strikes on her soil was absolutely foolish. Because, firstly it would be tantamount to admitting the presence of terrorist groups on her soil, which India has accused her for long. Pakistan, so far, has been denying the charge assuming that everyone is fool. So, there was no chance of her owing up the charge of harbouring terrorists.

Secondly, so far, we have heard hundreds of times the boastful claim of Pakistan military that India could never cross the LOC. If they dared to do that they would face a befitting reply. The military Generals bragged that the Pakistani army was fully capable of defending every inch of her soil. Admission of the surgical strikes would have destroyed the fictitious claims about Pakistan army's capabilities.

Unlike India, there is an undercurrent of supports for the army from the general public  in Pakistan. The political leaders are seen as the people indulging in only corruption and nepotism, forgetting the welfare of the public. For example, Asif Ali Zardari was known as Mr 10 percent. The recent Panama papers leak has exposed Nawaj Sharif's unaccounted wealth. In addition to this, General Raheel Sharif has gained great popularity after  a successful operation, named as Zarb-e-Azb, on Pakistan's western border against the terrorists. Combination of all these factors has made Raheel Sharif over-confident and over-ambitious. Either he has been plotting a coup, or he wants an extension of terns for another 2 years. Accepting the surgical strikes would have rudely awakened him from his sweet dreams.

Accepting it would mean that Raheel Sharif has to take some kind of retaliatory action against India to maintain his popularity. He wouldn't like himself to be seen as a nincompoop General who clapped at enemy's valour instead of taking action.

Now what kind of action Pakistan can take? Can they afford an escalation because India is both militarily and economically superior to them? A war will very badly hurt Pakistan's economy, as Pakistan is at the moment struggling with an astronomical amount of foreign debts ($50 bn is going to mature in 2016).

Pakistan's nuclear capability is a very big question mark. Even if she possesses some kind of nuclear arsenal, there is a very little chance that she will be given any chance to use it. So, war is virtually a no option. Thus we can understand why Pakistan vehemently denied the surgical strikes and waged a propaganda war against it.

But it's really sad that a section of politicos in India began to question the authenticity of the surgical strikes! People like Kejriwal even wanted the army to bring the video in public domain. Doesn't he have any idea that this would thoroughly expose Indian army's strategies? How come this guy became the CM of Delhi?

The ruling party BJP has been accused of doing politics with the issue. Yes, they deserve credit for the tectonic shift in India's policy in dealing with terror attacks emanating from Pakistani soil. Also, it's hard to refrain from gaining a few brownie points in the season of upcoming elections. But Ideally, the BJP should not take credit for the bravery shown by the armed forces. There is every chance of some major terrorist attacks in near future. If any such event happens, will the BJP take the responsibility for that, or will they blame the intelligence agencies?

Strangely, the Congress has been digging up embarrassing moments to show that in their rule, too, there had been instances of surgical strikes. For example, today I saw Sanjay Jha boasting of Operation Ginger. Come on Sanjay, that was nothing to boast of because it was nothing short of a war crime.

To expect that the surgical strikes would stop Pakistan from sponsoring terrorist activities in India is also not correct. The raison d'etre of Pakistan is anti-India activities. They will not learn lessons so easily. The surgical strikes should be seen as a beginning and not the end.

Finally, this should not be a one-off incident. Yeh dil mange more such strikes.

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