Truth the leveller

"Aaj kitno ko chuna lagaaya bhai. Bag toh badaa bhaari lag raa hai" Chamanlaal exclaimed when they met in their so called office...
"3 laalchi business wale, aur ek churan faayde ka sauda. Fir kya, Loot liya.. Poore 20 lakh.. Haraami kitne laalchi hain re ye sheher wale. Apnon ko bech denge faayde ke liye" Raj exclaimed.
"Toh tu kaunsaa doodh ka dhula hai bey" Chaman added, while they both shared a laugh.

 

He had been working with Sundaram Chit Funds for the past 1 year. Raj knew that the business was a sheer scam. But he got a big cut, so he enjoyed duping people

   Yet, that day was so different. He just entered his cabin when he saw a form on the table. 

He just lifted to see the form and froze in horror with what he saw...

Name:Smt.Nirmala Devi. The photo confirmed it all... His mother's form had been filled in... She was just duped by a scamster in his own office. His world fell apart... His conscience pricked...

 He could not believe what had happened. Anger steadily started rising within him....

"Aaarrrrrgh' he shouted on top of his voice while throwing the vase kept on the table on the mirror on the wall... His anger was so intense that he wanted to beat up every single person in his office who was a part of the scam...

But somehow his legs just gave up and he sat down in his chair nearby. Tears which had evaded him till date started trickling down his face... He sobbed uncontrollably...

 He wanted to talk to her... but what would he say. "Aapka beta chor hai Maa" he spoke to himself..

 He lifted his mom's application and the cash and kept it in his bag... He reached home and there she was waiting for him with a smiling face...

  He ran and hugged her and started to cry loudly... His mother, though shocked initially at his reaction, calmed him down... She sat down on the floor while Raj rested his head on her lap..

He narrated the entire incident to her while she grew more shocked at the incidents which he narrated. "Main bahut bura insaan hun maa"

"Listen beta", she spoke calmly as though she had everything planned in her mind.

"When u started working for this scamsters, you knew what you were doing. 

Being quite well educated,You always had a choice naa.. To choose between what is right and wrong. It is the path which we take which makes us who we are.. 
Just because your mother got duped today, it pricked ur conscience and hurt you badly. Just imagine what would be going through the people whom you've looted all this while. Unke bhi toh Maa, Pitaji, Biwi bachhe honge naa. Kya pataa ab woh kis haal mein honge."

 "Now I'll not say much further, but you know what you should do. I trust you on that". She got up and went into her room...

That moment, Raj got up, and left his house... he reached the street and called out his usual rickshaw wala frnd.. He knew what he had to do...

"Oye Birju, Chal Ramnagar Police Station"...

"Kyu bhai kuch jhol hua kya" asked Birju....

"Haan, Jhol hua...Par ab se nahi hoga.. Aaj surrender karunga khudko... nayi shuruwaat hai ye" Raj said while he climbed into the auto.

He knew he had made the correct choice this time

-Shravii

Micro Fiction: Ego: I won right???

The meter read Rs.27.00.
Akash gave 3 10Rupees notes to the rickshaw walah and waited for his change...
"Chutta nahi hai... 7 rupya khulla do" sandesh the rickshaw wallah said.

"Nahi hai matlab kya yaar. Poora din toh sawaari kiya naa.. kaise nahi hai chutta. Check kar, zarur hoga tere paas".
Sandesh outraged said "Ab tu decide karega ki mere pocket mein kitna chutta hai saale".

"Abbe saala kisko bola bey. Jyaadaa udtaa hai kya. Rukh teri main bajaataa hun". He called up om the RTO helpline and within 5 minutes the local Beat Marshall came to the spot.

Sensing trouble Sandesh apologised to the RTO Marshall and Akash and paid the 3 rupees change. Yes.. he had 3 rupees change all the time.

Next day while akash was crossing the road to catch his usual rick to office,
A carrier van which rammed into him and he died on the spot...
The van did not stop and nobody even noticed the number of the vehicle.

Vikas the van driver told sandesh "Saale kutte, 3 rupye ke liye ye tune kya karwaaya merese!!!!
Jaan le li ek bandhe ki sirf 3 rupya chutte ke liye".

"Saalaa mereko pulice mein pakdaane wala tha... abhi pahucha diya upar seedha. End mein apun jeet gaya na???"

Vikas just nodded his head in disbelief.

-Shraviii

Winning is everything????

"Oye Veeru" Jay Mehra yelled thru the intercom... "Takle ne bulaya hai..Jaldi aa jaa"
"Thik hai tum jaanaa, main piche aataa" Veeru mumbled in his broken hindi...

Veerabhadra Mudaliar had been working with Royal Valves for almost 10years in their Madurai office and yet, he could not grasp hindi at all.. He always ended up putting in bits and pieces together.

Back in their boss Anand Takloo Gupta's cabin, both Veeru and Jay presented their ideas to him on a deal which both were working to grab .
"Jay...tera idea achha hai Satyam pumps ke liye. ye client ko tu hi deal kar aage se" Anand exclaimed...
"But Anand, Ye idea nahi kaam karna Madurai mein. Main tamil log ko achhe se jaantaa" exclaimed Veeru.

"NO VEERABHADRA, u will not interfere in this project anymore..IS THAT CLEAR???" Takloo exclaimed in a rather high pitch. "Ok Anand" Veeru tamely sighed and left the cabin..

Veeru was Very Upset. Being the top most performer year after year and getting all biggies as clients into this company, he thought he shud have got the 1st preference.
"Bloody Northy Donkey" he mumbled under his breath while Jay came up to him to talk...

"Takle ke saamne bhadaktaa kyu hai tu.. thik hai ek hi toh client gaya..tere inne saare aur bhi toh hain.. chill maar oye" Jay said and went into his own cabin.

He immediately called up his best friend, his dad..
"Appa... help" he exclaimed and narrated the whole incident..
His dad exclaimed "Dont worry kanna, God is great". And he hung up.

Jay had informed Anand that the client had asked for a month's time to get back on the deal, since the deal value ran into crores...

After a month, Jay called the accountant of Satyam Pumps, but his landline was not working anymore...
Feeling something amiss, He immediately reported it to Anand..

Anand fortunately had the owner's mobile number, just in case if a call was to be made...
He called him up immediately..
"Hello Satyam Ramamurthy sir, How r u doing. This side Anand Gupta from Royal valves. What happened Sir, we were supposed to close the deal"

"Gupta, which world are you living in...
I sold my company 10days back and now I am a independent director in it...
Seriously, try to keep a closer tab on ur clients" Exclaimed Satyam.

"Ohhh!!!!! Is tht so.. I was not aware of this development" sighed Anand. Sweat had started forming on his forehead due to the News which he heard later...
He realised there was a bigger game being played out there.

He immediately hung up, and summoned both Jay and Veeru immediately...

"Jay, I am taking you out of the Pumps deal. They specifically want a Tamil speaking person only to deal with them".
"So Veeru kal se tum handle kar lena unko"

"Lekin boss what happened suddenly with Satyam Pumps. Till last month they were ok with me handling them." Jay exclaimed

BECAUSE IT WAS SATYAM PUMPS TILL LAST WEEK.
Its now MUDALIAR PUMPS and they specifically want Veerabhadra to handle their account....

Jay realised what had just happened and left the cabin quietly and was walking towards his,  when Veeru smirked at him and said "I ALWAYS WIN BUDDY...Veerabhadra Mudaliar ALWAYS HAS THE LAST LAUGH"

-Shraviii

Her World

She's always kept to her own self.. Her 3 children meant the world to her...
For, in her eyes, it was a cruel, ugly and cold world outside,and the only thing she was worried about was protecting her little ones from it. They called the small structure their home and were quite happy.

Yet the sight of Ramlal approaching towards her got her worried. It brought back her old memories.
He'd killed all of her kin and yet nothing ever happened to him. It was as if she'd lost her voice.No one heard her.

But Ramlal's footsteps brought her back to reality.
Today was different... Ramlal was accompanied by a Fat guy whom he was trying desperately to impress... "Sahib" he called him..

Ramlal walked nearby her place and showed him the area... He did not even pay heed to her...
"Kitna kachraa hai yahaan" mumbled the sahib much to Ramlal's discomfort.
"Hum yahaan reh nahi sakte.Ye sab Fataafat saaf karwao" he said pointing towards her home

Ramlal sprang into action and assured his sahib that everything will be taken care of.
"Bas aaj shaam tak ka time de dijiye. main ye poora kachra saaf kar doonga".

For her, this meant trouble. Ramlal had already destroyed their settlement 2 years back and her entire family had got killed when they opposed it.

Ramlal immediately signaled his men to start working and destroy her house...

The men took up their instruments and neared towards her...

It was precisely at that moment she'd made up her mind on what to do..

She grabbed her 3 children immediately ran across the room and into the adjoining room.
Their she found a small hole and immediately she and her children hid in there...

And the men started their work.. Whooosh..with 1 hit they destroyed her entire home...
All that she had was gone,...

But she was not perturbed at all... She stood still...
She calmly watched as Ramlal's men cleaned up the house..

While Ramlal called up his Sahib to tell him that his Farmhouse was now clean,
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The Spider knew that she could weave her web anywhere anytime she wanted...


-Shraviii

Last Man Standing

Captain Singh was at cross roads.... His small regiment was almost down to 2 jawans...
He had fought the enemy in this territory for so many years now...
It was as if this was his backyard and he was the SHER...
But still to date it surprised him like hell...

His 2 men had fallen like a pack of cards to snipers... God what on earth had he thought when he'd committed to this... 48 hours his team had been on their toes.. Countless attempts foiled the terrorists and still they did not accept defeat...
And he feared the end was not near.. He did not even know how log they would have to go without food, water and most importantly rest...

He sensed some movement somewhere ahead... "Guys.. Ready ho jao..Aage hi chupe baithe hai chu**ye saale". Gaye 48 ghanton se maar ke rakh di hai"

Suddenly there was a loud THUD... "Oye kya hua" Singh asked...
"Dada, headshot.. RIP terrorist 1. Bas ek baaki aur hai chupa hua hai kamina woh door ke peeche" replied his jawan

Suddenly out of nowhere, bang bang.. 2 shots in a row.... the terrorist made a last attempt to cause max damage... It hit the captain directly on his head and chest...

The Captain lay down on the ground , DEAD...
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But it was just a few seconds and the monitor flashed " Counter Terrorists win"....

Huffffffff...Sighed Anshul.... "What would life be without Counter Strike"
while his other friends looked up from their laptops and shouted CHEERS to CS.....

-Shraviii

The Guerrilla

The meeting place was decided. Right behind the sewage drain which ran through the outskirts of the town.. Simply because no one came there after 7pm
He'd said the attack would take place that evening... and come what may it'll be executed...
There was no plan B. Neither was there a plan A.

Nobody knew each other in that group... They all only knew him. No one knew who he was or what he did.. He'd gathered them with a common purpose.."Destruction"

He had already formed flanks within the group.

With his loud voice he thundered "My brothers, I know they are way more than us and can easily overpower us. But we'll fight till death"

"Attack".... They all moved towards the town through 3 different directions.
No strategy nothing.. Just attack whatever comes your way..
His army took to the streets and now barged into homes of people..

But something strange happened..It seemed the town was already prepared for this attack..

His men fell. They were no match to the modern weapons used..The attack had gone horribly wrong..

But he was not the one to give up... He charged towards the town and barged into a bunglow..

He entered the living room and was just about to attack when......WHACK...
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Louie, the mosquito was squatted to death by a human.
"He" died peacefully, knowing that this was not the end for his people, and that his death shall be avenged..

-Shraviii

FriENDships last???

He knw he had to do it today..

Stan never thought it wud get this far, after all Miranda had been his best pal since college.

Stan, a topper in his class, a favourite among his professors,

while Miranda was one of those average girls who always thought career was a joke and slumber parties were more important.

But something between them clicked well.
Most of their friends thought they wud eventually get married, but fate had a different plans..
Miranda got married to a US Marine while Stan had no such plans.. But their friendship lasted...

It became even more stronger when Stan stood by her side all along when Miranda's husband died fighting the Taliban in afghanistan during the war.

Stan asked Miranda to work with him in his Company. An offer she couldnt say No to. Stan spoke to the director of the company which ensured tht both Miranda and her 2 year old son were taken good care of. Through all this difficult time Stan stood by her. The friendship blossomed.

Even Miranda started to feel nice around him. She was slowly coming out of her depression and always had a thought tht Stan wud be a great Dad to her son. She sometimes stared at him with a smile for No reason at all.
They went out for dinners, got sloshed etc etc. but stan knew his boundaries. This impressed her more.

Coming back, Today was different. He was stressed out. What he was going to say, was going to decide the fate of their Relationship.

"Its only 3 words.. You can do it." he said to himself..
He wondered how he was going to muster so much courage to tell this to her. 

He practiced himself before the mirror saying them confidently, but hopelessly failed. He had never done this before.

He asked his secretary to call Miranda upto his cabin asap.
She came up in no time.

"Knock Knock".. "Heyaaa Stan..U called"

He waved her to come inside.. His heartbeat increasing with every step she took in.. 

Should he back out.. No too late.. Should he divert the topic. Naa he had to do it eventually..

She came in and sat in a chair opposite to him. She could sense that he was going to pop her the question, but never thought it wud be in his cabin... 

Stan's secretary had told Miranda tht he had been restless all day as if making a life decision...

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"Miranda" he called.... "Yes Stan".... Her heart pounding as well...

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"Miranda, You are FIRED"

Second Thoughts

For Ajay, the term "A pen is mightier than a sword" couldn't have been more apt.
What he was gonna write today, he knew, would never get published. No bouquets,but brickbats would surely follow.

But Ajay felt differently today, like He was the editor, aur jo woh chahegaa wahi likhegaa.

He started with politics. He wrote how a worthwhile Finance minister of his days had now become a mere puppet of an Italian Lady and her Band of Pimps.
How the country was both ruled and opposed by a band of thieves. "Jo bhi aayegaa Satte mein, Loot ke Jaayegaa Saste mein".
We dont need an enemy in the battlefield, This country can self destruct internally, he thought.
He added, "Nothing wrong with what happened in Assam. U don't cross borders and then screw with my people. If u do, be prepared to be kicked out".

Suddenly shifting to Olympics..Whats with China. Why aren't we even close to competing with them.. Don't blame it all on corruption. There is No willpower within our people in here.
Even parents dont encourage their children, let alone the govt.
And our Movies are worse than our Olympic performances. At least our athletes give in their 100% in what they do... All actors know is to show off their bodies, while actresses show off their cleavages to gain publicity...
He wondered with so many Policemen kept on duty just for these film stars and their security,who on earth will solve daily crimes... And then u say Crime rates are increasing... Strange...

He stopped writing for a moment and wiped the sweat on his forehead. No it was not what he wrote that had caused the sweat, but the repercussions that would follow.

Thoughts flew endlessly in Ajay's mind, while he kept writing them down..
He was in his own world and everything was going good..... EXCEPT......
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Trrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg....

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A loud bell brought him back to Reality.....

"Ajay" the lady called out his name "Jaldi Assignment dena", while he smiled weakly and gave her whatever he'd written....

Roll No.15 knew he had flunked his Semester 3 Engineering Assignments again....

-Shraviii

The Awakening

Salim knew what he had to do..
He had waited for this moment ever since he'd seen his father do it.
Many of his own kin told him it was futile. They said no one benefited out of this.
Some even threatened him of dire consequences.

But salim thought differently. He thought this was greater than JIHAD.

Starting his bike, he looked at his worried ammi and said "koi galat kaam nahi kar raha main.
Ye bhi allah ka kaam hi hai, hum sabki kushahmati ke liye".

He rode quickly to his destination, a government building.
He knew what he had in his hands was the more powerful than any other weapon made.
What he was going to do today would decide the fate of a billion people.

He entered the building and made his way upto the 1st floor. Room no.104 it was. He flashed his ID to the official present, who looked at him with suspicion for a moment and allowed him to enter.
Inside the room he was all alone. All the equipment was already set up. All he had to do was push the button.

 This was it. The moment he had waited for such long time.
He closed his eyes to gather himself for a moment...

Then opening his eyes , taking a deep breath he pressed the button....
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"Beeeeep" .... Salim had cast his vote...