Mrigtrishna-The Mirage 

                Mrigtrishna-The Mirage 

:“Do you know what is extremely dissapointing? “

“Realizing that everything you ever believed in was utter nonsense”

Amar Bhatnagar was talking to a group of admirers

This was a private coaching centre of science primarily focussing on the study of Cryonics based in Pune.

Cryonics is a science that is regarded with skepticism in the mainstream scientific community

It is the low temperature preservation of people that cannot be sustained by Contemporary medicine with the hope that the restoration of health may be possible in the far future.

The clinically dead people are frozen at temperatures below -196 degrees celsius

This is usually done when a patient is declared legally dead

Niharika was taking keen interest in the topic of research.

Amar Bhatnagar had his own theories and he used scientific metaphors for his own self proclaimed discoveries. Some students believed him in blind faith whereas some questioned his levels of sanity.

“Is it possible to be alive forever ??” he inquired to a very receptive audience

“Immortality has always been fascinating. Fiction has many tales of people who are immortal.But Is it possible to be ageless and alive forever.” He smiled as he said this.

“. If we look at Indian Mythology it has characters that have won over death. It has certain gods and demi-gods who have the boon to be ageless and alive. “

“There are a lot of fictional characters that continue to live on forever like Dorian Gray. He sells his soul to the devil and his life -like painting ages but he does not. “

Seated on the first bench. She always fiddled with her hair when he saw her. She never looked away when he looked lustfully at her.Holding her pen in her mouth and giving an obvious indication of being fascinated by him, Niharika kept staring at the handsome professor

“The Great Epic Ramayana boasts of a Sanjeevani Booti that brings dead people back to life. Is it possible that there could be something like that.

Can humans be immortal ?

A question that has been troubling many people all over the world.”

“Immortality is like a mirage in the desert. It looks like water from a distance but it is actually sand.It is just an image of water due the reflection of the light.it will never quench your thirst “he concluded 

The students applauded and he smiled with confidence at fooling them all and luring them into his mad world.

 

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A Few Kilometers away in another city named Mumbai, a girl of a similar age had been killed. The sight was unnatural. No evidence could be found.

Inspector Shahid khan gaped into oblivion.He was a tough cop but he had a very sensitive side to him. He had swollen eyes since he had been drinking a lot recently. He could no longer handle seeing dead bodies and determining the reason behind ghastly murders.

The Crime scene had been doctored and cleaned with finesse. The last person this lady was seen with was her boyfriend..

“ They had been madly in love” said the neighbour

“ I had seen them so often, completely lost in each other” They never realized anybody else’s presence.” She had a tear drop from her eye. Then suddenly she recollected something

“ The Man was from another city in the North, he had recently moved to Mumbai”

“Were they Married ?” Inquired Khan while inspecting something on the wall

“ No, they were just living together. They were going to get married soon” she recollected

The girl had been killed in a very unique way. She had been frozen to her death. The room was full of syringes but fingerprints had been carefully wiped off.

Inspector Shahid Khan then seized the laptop he found in the house. At night while alone in his police station on another sleepless night  he started running a software that brings back all erased data onto the laptop.

He got into a shock.it contained various pictures of dead bodies that had been dug from graves. There were videos of experiments made on this dead bodies. Someone was out there who had started believing that he could resurrect dead people.

They chanced upon some more evidence. Another girl killed in another city. She was also killed in a very similar way. There was a formula and some scientific calculations written in a document that explained the whole experiment. The Resurrection process also involved chanting of some mantras and a herb that had been brought especially from a mountain. Our saviour had named it Sanjeevani Booti  The Man conducting these experiments was named Dr Amar Bhatnagar in the tapes. He spoke very loudly and in an extremely narcissistic way talked only about himself and his experiments.

Findings in the case revealed

There was a huge freezer that had been bought specifically for these expirements . It was not seen on the crime scene.This freezer had been bought by the girl killed and she had willingly participated in this mad experiment after having consumated her love with the killer.

Further findings revealed that this name was bogus and the degree used was bogus too. The Horrific revelation was that the person conducting these experiments was not qualified to be out in the medical world and conducting such a horrendous research

 

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Meanwhile in Pune 

Niharika and Professor Amar Bhatnagar usually worked alone in his laboratory. She loved his passion towards the subject. The flair with which he spoke was intoxicating.

She had taken loans to fund his laboratory and the entire experiment.

He had lured her to giving herself up for experimentation. The experiment was simple. She had to die. After her death Dr Bhatnagar would revive her with his newly learnt science of waking the dead. Niharika had another wish too. Her death wish was the professor. She wanted to make passionate love to him before he killed her. She wanted to die in his arms and she had the unbroken faith that he could resurrect her.

She was totally in awe of him. She believed every word he uttered from his mouth.The experiment he was going to conduct was not Cryonics. This was an experiment to test immortality

He fiddled with the hair on her face and said “ There are two ways of achieving immortality”

The first way is to die and rely on your experienced mentor to bring you back.The Second way is to gain the supernatural powers yourself to awaken from the dead “

He fulfilled her last wish by passionately devouring her body before freezing her to death. But this time something unexpected happened. The Formula did work and he brought her back from the dead. Niharika was revived soon after she died. But she had no memory of that incident. She behaved like someone else. Her tone of voice, her mannerisms and behaviour were totally different.She seemed to not remember the doctor or the experiment at all.

An Excited Amar bhatnagar was enthralled by his victorious

“How far fetched is our imagination ? Something that we imagine today can it be a reality tomorrow? Scientists have been converting our fictional imaginations into reality with their inventions. It is a very optimistic thought that the future beholds better technology and smarter gadgets. Have you ever thought about it in a pessimistic way ?”

“Have you ever imagined that what will happen if the world is taken over by a smart man like me and i become destructive against humanity ?”

He kept talking to her and failed to get her response. “It is my fourth achievement.i have got the Midas touch” he shouted in ecstasy

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Inspector Shahid Khan showed the tapes to the senior officers who were taken aback by the abuse someone could possibly give to others in the name of experiments. This man’s insanity knew no bounds.

The tormentor kept his back to the camera throughout the ordeal and hence it was difficult for the police to find him.

Meanwhile in Pune Inspector Rajesh Shirodkar had an ordinary month so far. No crimes were reported to him until a horrendous crime that was soon going to be reported.

A Science lab full of equipment and a girl frozen to death was going to unnerve him

The Girl was identified as Niharika. The Man that killed her had disappeared. There was no evidence left behind apart from a dead body frozen to below -196 degrees

Meanwhile In a Bus En-route from Pune to Ahmedabad . The repeat offender was contemplating another gorgeous lady for his sacrilege . He was glaring at her like a predator eyes his prey.According to him he was doing to this for the greater good

According to him Niharika was still awake and seated right next to him. The Other women he had killed prior to this were also alive in his world. He was living in denial of his experiments that had gone horribly wrong . There was no truth in his theory of reviving people back to life with his combined study of cryonics, Mantras and Sanjeevani Booti,

The Two inspectors had done their thorough research on him zeroed in on him.His laptop had given away all details of his moves and he had been following a predictable pattern.

The Policeman reached before him at the destination and nabbed him as soon as he got down from the bus. He had befriended the pretty damsel during the time spent on the bus and she was lucky enough to be saved from the maniac.

He kept repeating that he had done a favor to mankind by proving the science in Ramayana. He had found a cure to death and Sanjeevani Booti combined with Mantras and Cryonics could revive someone and bring them back from the dead.

Humanity survives on hope and faith. But the faith should be backed by skepticism

Blind following and faith has disastrous results

Religious books and Mythological tales have some magical stories and some unrealistic assumptions about Gods and their superpowers.

These things cannot be linked and such people that mix religion with science are dangerous. Medical science is based on facts. But Applying those metaphors and finding alternate medicine can lead to untimely demise of the subjects of these experiments.

There is no escape from Suffering and Death- Gautam Buddha

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Yakshini

 

Yakshini

The universe consists of three loks  (layers) Aakash, Dharti and Patal 

Patal lok was being ruled by King Lord Yakshin. Until one day when under mysterious conditions he was rendered spechless and motionless .The Queen Yakshini had taken over as the ruler and had held her own Coronation ceremony

Amidst the most powerful men of those times, She held her stature high. She was an enchantress

She had almond shaped lustrous eyes ,an enthralling flirtatious smile  and a  magnetic voluptuous body. Her curves were so articulate that she seemed like a flawless painting by kamadeva

Her aura was sensuous.. Her seductive scent aroused temptations in his minds of most glorified souls.Her glance was hypnotic. Whenever she looked at a man, woman or even gods they were instantly mesmerized

Her golden throne embedded with diamonds enticed all the monarchical presence there.

She wore a glistening Silky white robe and a fine piece of jewellery made of rare stones around her neck.

She announced that she will now be taking all decisions concerning the people of the kingdom as the King of Patal Lok- Lord Yakshin was incapable due to hisome illness . He was brought in the Darbar with his four sevaks lifting his throne.

He was not able to even utter a single word. The Almighty Ruler of the dark forces was now completely dependent on his sevaks.. Everyone present had expected foul play but were so spellbound by her that they did not raise a doubt.

Rakansur was the most powerful man in this yuga. He had convincingly defeated all deities of patalpur . He had also acquired tremendous knowledge of everything as  he had been the only one who had travelled across patalpur and been to visit Dharti Lok and other universes that existed. He was the only one who was not enthralled by her presence. He carefully looked away from her as she had the extreme power to attract and destroy his predominance.

He argued the state of the Lord by questioning her credibility. The Valor with which he argued brought tears to the eyes of the Lord Yakshin.

In a thunderous voice he announced “ I am saddened to see that the mighty warrior named Yakshin who fought the hardest against me in the battle of supremacy . He has withered into a catatonic state under the care of this sorceress that claims to be his wife “

The Enchantress sat on her throne and smiled. She was not affected by the hatred of one man. She said in style “ Rakansur, i have a lot of respect for you , my dear. But you need to do your investigation before blaming me for the state of Lord Yakshin”

The entire darbar erupted in support of Yakshini. An enraged Rakansur left the Darbar.

On the very next day as Rakansur was walking past the forest he noticed her hurriedly vanishing into the woods. He followed her and reached to a point of no return.

He stood stunned as she uncovered herself from the shiny robe and opened her arms. He glanced into her seductive eyes and he was hypnotised. He stood there in a trance devouring her captivating body with his eyes, He felt that if he touched her it would spoil that moment of pleasure. The enthralling pleasure of seeing such beauty that could invoke passion even in someone who is dead. He had lost his first battle with her without even putting up a fight. As he walked upto her he was appalled by the sweet fragrance she evoked.

As he was about to touch her she vanished leaving him in a state of despair. He had been transformed into an admirer that lusted for a glance from her.He had been so mesmerized by her beauty and sex appeal that he had forgotten everything around him.The only thought in his mind was hers.All he wanted to do was be around her, see her everyday and smell her fragrance.He was obsessed with her.

The next day he sat next to her in the darbar as he had been appointed as the primary sevak of her husband

While serving as the King’s Sevak.He always saw that question in the eyes of the king that how could a person of his stature give in to desires and fantasies

The great righteous warrior had eaten the forbidden fruit and shied away from his duties

She waged many wars with neighboring towns and countries and appointed him as the army cheif .He won them all as he still was the mightiest.He did everything to impress her and get her attention.

The only thing he lived for was surrendering himself in her arms one day and fullfilling his lustful desires .This addiction to her was growing stronger by the day

One night in his state of trance he had seen the king crying again .His sorrow filled eyes had given him tremendous amount of guilt .He felt the pain and agony the king was going through and he wanted to be the saviour .

.He saw his reflection in the mirror and felt that he had become a disgusting opportunist.

In that moment of introspection he also realized that if he started a rebellion , he would suffer the same fate as the king and hence he had to first find out the spell she had used on the king

He had to develop a counter spell so that he could stand up to her nuisance and give justice to all those people that were being tormented by her

One night during his investigations he had found a dungeon full of ex-kings that had gone missing .She had slayed all her husbands and prospective kings.Those she could not kill for some reason were in a catatonic state like King Yakshin

He investigated more and more and secretly followed her to all the places she visited .One night she was hurriedly walking across the jungle and he walked behind her secretly at a distance. She had covered her face with a veil and looked very disturbed .

Hiding behind a tree , He saw something horrific.

She stood below a huge Oak tree and opened her arms .From behind the tree A Wild beast covered in blood appeared.He almost fainted at this sight .The Beast could scare away a mighty warrior like him by just appearing .He had bloodshot eyes and a huge torso.His torso had various scorpions moving around. In his childhood he had heard stories of a Scorpion monster that lived in the deep forest and was the ruler of Satanic forces that existed in the dark world .The Beast feasted on the blood through the Yakshinis neck .

She shouted in pain and cried as he sucked life out of her .She was left in shackles and looked withered and extremely old

Once the ordeal was over she regained her form of the beautiful enchantress and walked back to the palace .

There was no way he could defeat the Scorpion Monster.But there was certainly a way of defeating the Yakshini and freeing the kingdom from her clutches.

He observed her everyday to find one weakness he could capitalize upon

That night she walked into his room and uncovered her robe .His fantasies and dreams were going to be fulfilled .Had he impressed her so much that she was offering herself to him or was she planning something hideous and manipulative .All he could remember was the beast feasting on her neck .He felt repulsive but he couldn’t have stopped her.She started by pleasing him.While she was in the act of pleasuring him he noticed her neck had a big wound .He had never noticed it before .As he tried to touch it , the wound healed itself . .She felt a disconnect right away and read his mind that he could probably could turn rebellious .She usually drank cannabis and offered him to join her. She urged him to close his eyes. As he touched his nose to the cannabis she had offered him.He could feel plenty of scorpions moving all over his body .He closed his eyes as he savoured the heavely drink .When he opened his eyes he found himself in the Jungle tied to the Huge Tree .All saplings had grown over him and he just couldn’t move.The Scorpion monster appeared from behind the tree and stood in front of him The sight made him cry .

The Ugly beast had blood flowing from his eyes and the deafening sounds of his roars made him lose his sanity  .He digged his teeth deep into his neck and started feasting on his blood .The pain was ferocious and the once mighty warrior had succumbed to the dark forces.

The next day he found himself in a catonic state similar to the king .She continued her lustful escapades with him but she didn’t need to change form. She just walked in like a beast and devoured life out him every night .The fragrance was just a farce..She was covered in blood and filth and she smelled exactly like the beast .

The Mighty warrior decided to use his inner strength and fight the demon.He realized that he would be fed to the demon on every fortnight on amavasya . The method remained same. She poured down the cannabis drink through his mouth and forced him to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes he was tied to the Oak tree. For one split of a second he had all his strength. That moment was the only time when he could break free and attack the demon

Rakansur used all his might to break free but he was not strong enough ..The wound on his neck grew wider and a scorpion crawled out of it .The Blood thirsty beast pounced on him and continued the torment .Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat in a catonic state hoping that a mighty warrior like him would visit patal lok one day and rescue him.

If such a warrior came ,

He would use all his energy to keep him away from Yakshini the enchantress .He had fallen deep in that trap and only he was to be blamed for succumbing to his desires

Kaal Sarp

Krish was an extremely handsome man. He usually made women turn around and look at him again. The Most alluring feature he had,was his eyes..

Those eyes had never looked into another girl’s eyes. He had been scared of women hitting on him. He always got attention that was uncalled for. But today was different

He had taken the last train today and he was slightly inebriated.

His eyes stared at a gorgeous looking girl. Some girls are extremely pretty . He used to catch a few glimpses of pretty looking girls sometimes. But this girl was stunning. She had beautifully crafted features. If someone looked at her, their eyes would just be stunned enough to stay at her for a few extra mins. She defined beauty. She defined love at first sight

He was shamelessly staring at her. His gaze took no time in turning into a lustful escapade through her body with his eyes.

However her eyes were quiet. They had nothing to read. Her expression was blank. She did not try to hide from his lustful gaze She did not try to cover up like other girls.

Krish was extremely attracted. He wanted to speak to her. He felt like approaching her. But the only restraint was that he was slightly tipsy and he did not feel comfortable in speaking to her in this state. The Ultimate moment came. The MTR Stopped and she walked out. She left her jacket behind. .

Krish leaped out from the MTR and called out to her. With her jacket in tow he started following her. She did not respond. He kept calling out. She kept walking and reached to her destination

It was a haunted territory named Kaalsarp. Extremely close to a religious abode, there was a place considered haunted. There were many stories about this, Anyone frequenting this place at night either died or turned insane.

Initially skeptical to enter but determined to find the stunning girl, Krish stepped his foot into the Kaalsarp. The place literally meant” the Snake of death.”

It was pitch dark inside. No human being in sight. There was a deafening silence as he walked through the trees.He came up to a bridge. He had heard stories that Kaal snatches the souls of any good humans that walk on the bridge. Only people born in Rakshas Yoni could walk through the bridge. The Sinners and the people belonging to the Ghost side of the world.

He felt eerie and decided to walk away. As he turned around, he saw the girl standing atop a tree, She had tied her dupatta around her neck and was fixing the ends to the branches of the tree. He ran and shouted loudly.His voice echoed around the place. Before he could rescue her she had jumped to her death. Her dead body was swinging across the tree as he leaped to try and save her.

Sweating profusely in distress he dialed his friend’s number. An Unknown female voice spoke from the other end. He asked for his friend, but the lady seemed unaware of such person. He seemed to have dialed a wrong number. He asked for assistance nevertheless.The Lady sensed his problem and promised to send some help.

In distress he had walked some distance away from the tree. He was shocked to see that the dead body was no longer hanging on the tree.

Petrified at the events that had transpired. He decided to jump the fence and run away.

The Lady at the wrong number kept calling again and again.

 

The Morning newspaper carried a picture of the girl’s body that was recovered from a lake near the same location. His head was spinning. He was not able to understand the whole scenario. He wanted to investigate. This was indeed a strange occurrence. When he googled and read more and more, he came across the fact that many people had either committed suicide or gone missing from the same location.

Sometimes humans regret being in a situation. He was feeling the guilt for not being able to help a girl in need. He was feeling bad about lustfully looking at her while she was lost in her thoughts full of despair.

He read that she had belonged to a very affluent family.He had found her residence. With a simple intention of informing him about the gruesome death of his daughter, he had taken an appointment with her affluent father.

Sipping tea in a huge mansion with hordes of servants walking around, he realized that the girl had been raised like a princess. It intrigued him even more that why had she chosen for herself – a death like that.

Her father was wheelchair bound and he intended to speak to monosyllables. He was not interested in knowing any facts and his information met with a stare and a rude response

As he walked out of the mansion, a sweet familiar voice called out to him. He had heard this voice somewhere. A girl walked up to him and greeted him.

” I kept calling you so many times, you did not respond ” she said

“That night you had called me. I am Jyotsna , I am a Journalist ” She conveyed

Jyotsna ensured that Kaal Sarp stayed in news. Krish ensured that he kept finding more info about people who had died there.

6 Months passed by without much luck. Although media had covered the case very extensively. Public memory is short and they lose interest if the case doesn’t show some quick revelations.

Krish and Jyotsna had not given up. They walked around in that area quite often to find something. They were on the verge of giving up when a surprising and previously unknown fact came up in reckoning

The deaths at Kaal Sarp had been very common. Everyone that had died here had died under mysterious circumstances.

That night Krish ,while browsing through old reports came across a teenage boy named Chetan who had been the only survivor. A few night travelers had saved him but he had lost his mental balance.

They were not allowed to meet him in the mental asylum. A very strong authority was stopping any investigation that was progressing.

With no hope of fair chance. They decided to break in into the asylum and rescue the boy from there. Disguised as a doctor and nurse they had broken through and eloped with the boy.

In the car they spoke to the boy and inquired about the deaths at Kaal Sarp

He smiled. There was something he knew. He asked their names and then informed them they will die very soon.

For a few days the boy did not give any information. But one morning he woke up and spoke something strange. It was about men wearing cloaks holding an axe, those dangerous men that snatch souls from bodies.

That night the three of them crossed the bridge and kept walking. Krish had aimlessly walked umpteen number of times with no result.The Boy was willing to take them further. He knew the way, his steps were confident and he did not look mentally unstable.

But this time they saw an underground tunnel which lead to another place.

They started walking slowly being careful of anyone watching them

It was leading to no where, extremely dark and stinky. The path was full of filth and stale water.

As they neared the end of the tunnel, the boy started to run back. He was petrified. He had remembered the ordeal. He was not going any further. He was running back to save his life.

They tried to coerce him many times but he refused to give out any detail for the fear of death.

Kaal Sarp was back in news. A Couple had committed suicide at the same location. Under strange circumstances they had been found wearing orange garbs. Usually Orange garbs are worn for religious functions. Jyotsna noticed that they had typical way of putting a tikka on the forehead. There was a religious group that had an international company financing its operations, they had their temples at various locations across the city.

 

Jyotsna was the only journalist that had spoken about the strange fact that couple was dressed in a religious garb and wearing a religious tikka on their forehead while dying at an haunted location.

The God-men running this foundation came up to meet Jyotsna, She touched their feet and offered them some food. Many known figures and famous celebrities were a part of this organization. Their goal was to establish One god that every human can relate to. They had come to request her to not malign the name of their sacred institution. They had not liked the fact that they had been dragged into this controversy.

Krish, Jyotsna and chetan decided to set off during the day. Holding hands they were rushing through the tunnel. It was a never ending path that was leading to no where. Surprisingly Chetan stopped again. They had to drag him somehow till the end of the tunnel. The tunnel lead to a big house that had been protected by electric fencing .Krish tried to find a way to get inside. Chetan started crying inconsolably. Worried about him he decided to step down and walked towards him.

Suddenly a bullet pierced through chetan’s head .He fell and started gasping for breath. Within minutes he passed away.

Jyotsana and Krish were arrested and taken inside the house. All the doors and windows were covered with black curtains. The House was full of people. They were wearing cloaks to cover their faces exactly as mentioned by chetan.

 

Jyotsna and Krish were tied to chairs. A man walked up to them . He had covered his entire face. Only his eyes were visible. Krish challenged him “ Show me your face. I know I am going to die. I want to see your face before I die” The Man laughed loudly.

He touched Jyotsna Inappropriately all over her body and then slapped her

“ I had told you to stop the investigation, but you did not listen to me “ He said.

She immediately recognized his voice. Her hands were tied and the filthy man was making her feel bilious by his constant fondling.

“Well we give two choices “ He said “ Join us or die”

“You Humans do not know how to live” He preached

“ Life is not about restriction, Life is about satiating all your desires “ He said

 

 

He Unleashed Jyotsna from the chair and she laughed. He took her in his arms and they started kissing each other. “ Let the party begin” He announced.

The Cloaks came off. They were all known faces. Some very famous. It was sickening to see them as they exchanged partners and crossed all limits of normalcy and shame.

 

Krish had been a spectator to this entire fiasco now. The Religious Organization had spread rumors about the place being haunted. The entire set up was made so that people do not frequent that place and these diabolical supposedly decent people who were god fearing worshipers inside a place of worship, could come out and explore their animal instincts in an undisclosed secret place.

The religious group propagated celibacy, Vegetarian food , freedom from material desires and worshiping god all day as their way of life during the day. But the natural urge to experience these pleasures lead them to create a secret haven for their escapades.

 

Krish only had a moment to decide. Jyotsna was sitting on his lap now with a gun pointing to his head. He had to make a decision to join them or die. He could have chosen to die. He could have chosen to live with a dark secret..People were killed . Lots of them. He saw guilt free faces. He saw people lost in their worlds of lust and pleasure. He wanted to stop them. He was teary eyed. That was a mob of inhuman species that had enacted and fooled humanity so beautifully.

 

He wanted to shout to the world. He wanted to tell people to not believe in them. But it was too late. The Moment was over. Jyotsna loaded the gun to fire the shot

He gave up. He decided to join them and keep his mouth shut.

The next day she rubbished all claims of this organization having any links with the deaths in Kaal Sarp. Krish had survived but he continued to live with tremendous guilt.

The Human in him wanted to speak out against them. But now he had started to enjoy the guilt pleasure. He had realized that when he wore that cloak, he changed into a different person.

That man had no essence of Krish. The man in that cloak was only looking for a prey to hunt. That man was a predator who had given up against all evil. He had become the part of evil because he had feared death. God was just his defense mechanism. God was just another cloak that he wore in broad daylight to cover those treacherous eyes that were full of deceit.

There will be point where he will not be able to hide anymore, he thinks as he distributes the prasad and he looks lustfully at Jyotsna who looks equally seductive in an Orange garb as she smiles at him.

 

Does humanity place too many artificial restraints on itself for purity like Celibacy, Food Type and Philosophy ? Had we been better humans , if we were not living a pretence to show society how pure and pious we are ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trapped

I feel nostalgic as I walk past auto rickshaws. Nothing much has changed in this city. It’s only me who has changed drastically.I have returned to my hometown Mumbai after being in a New York Prison for more than a decade.

Mumbai 1996

I was just wired differently. I remember it was the same street when I had walked on it as a 14 year old.It was 1996 and the Mumbai underbelly was flourishing. I had belonged to an affluent family of priests,  but my inclination towards criminal activities had started very early in my life

Everyone has their vices. I had too many.I enjoyed doing things that were forbidden. It gave me an high, it gave a sense of accomplishment and enthusiasm.

I remember my father running behind me with a stick in his hand because I stole coins from the temple and went to the nearby matka place to gamble with them. It was not the money that sometimes doubled and tripled. It was the excitement . It was the sheer joy of doing something forbidden. Out of the fear of my father finding out that I was gambling. I used to pour all my earnings into a poor cobbler’s hut. He worked hard all day mending shoes but he hardly had money to buy himself a meal.

“Those coins were being wasted when they were being offered to an already rich god. Why does he need money when he is already the almighty,” I told my dad. He slapped me hard.

My father diagnosed my condition as a disease. I was dangerous for this society that set rules for itself and where forbidden things are only allowed to be done behind closed doors and in the dark. They wake up in the morning and pretend as if nothing happened

I used to get beaten at home. My father used to hurt me with tremendous passion..I got used to it. In fact I learnt that self inflicted pain sometimes gives infinite pleasure. Once he was tired and there was no power left in his blows . I Laughed as loud as I could and he would say “Rakshas, Vinashkari , Vipreet Buddhi”

I Could not pretend any longer and live with the self proclaimed god. He used to fool people everyday and survived from the money earned from inflicting fear in them. Human beings build unnecessary cages around themselves called responsibility, Society and Limits. I had to fly and do everything that was forbidden. Not be bound by any artificial restraints

Then on one unfortunate night. The only person I could call my own, Tribhuvan Shastri my father passed away. I was only 16 and I had no source of income. There was no money to even arrange the great priest’s funeral.

As I cried sitting alone. The Cobbler walked up to me with a bag of coins and he offered them to me.The Affluent Tribhuvan Shastri used to tell me that the cobbler is from a low caste and that he is an untouchable was the only person I could hug and cry.

New York, 2005

I walked past Chinese fishmongers and green grocers cluttered in markets in the indian dominated area of Chinatown in Manhattan. I had heard about this man called as Mak.i was going to his office for an interview. On the forefront he ran a big financing company. His real name is Makrand Deshmukh which has cut short to mak as it is usually done here in the US.

He ran an empire of illicit trade .He was the kingpin of the drug mafia and all anti social activities in this city.He was the undisputed king of the Drug Mafia, He was also into Prostitution and Money Laundering for Arms and Ammunition’s and funding of Terrorist Organizations.

As i sat fiddling with my watch in the conference room of a plush office waiting for Mak.

I saw a beautiful girl fair as milk photocopying some papers. In Agreement to my bollywood icon Amrish Puri whenever i see a girl with fair and smooth skin i feel like drinking Black Dog Whiskey as hundreds of black dogs start barking in my psyche.

My heart skipped  a beat as soon as she looked at me. Her eyes were big and the eyeliner and kajal made them looking even more stunning. My thumping heart sound was so elaborate that i felt she could hear it. i felt she could see the tension on my face as she walked towards me with some papers in her hand. She had a perfect hourglass figure as i saw her from head to toe with eyes full of lust. Her body hugging red dress was so elegant and glamorous that it made her look like an enchanting seductress. She said “ Please fill this form, Mr Mak will be with you shortly” .My glare was stuck at her luscious lips and their perfect shape and her voice sounded like a symphony of melodious romantic tracks. I started believing in love at first sight. My brain definitely had a chemical locha, she was the one i was waiting for all my life.I walked outside to find her again. Sitting on her desk and her eyes glued to the monitor on her workstation. As i neared her desk she saw me. She gave out a friendly smile. That smile had the power to make a man suffering from Chronic depression look forward to life with Zest and Enthusiasm.Her name was soothing to the ears. Her name was Nagma.

Mr Mak walked out of his cabin and looked at me with a sullen look. Probably he did not like me standing so close to the girl’s desk. He Tilted his head and gestured me to follow him.He swayed ahead in style. He was dressed elegantly in a stylish suit and he looked extremely dashing.He stood tall at 6ft and his neatly trimmed beard went well with his overall persona

We spoke for about 30 mins and i really do not know what he saw in a visibly under confident and fidgety me. The best thing i remember i said was that i wanted to become like him one day and wear those stylish suits. I also remember that he told me that in order to achieve that i will have to be very strong and let go off all morals and ethics i have .

Soon i became the most trusted aide of the big man. Every big businessman needs a intelligent confidante. Someone whom he can fall back on for advice or for discussing his decisions and future plans.. I was paving my way up the ranks and soon turning into the man everyone ran to for work. i knew everything . All codes, All secrets, Even Everything Mak thought,i had the key to all the locks of this business empire

Then i fell upon a tiny secret. The Girl i had fallen in love with on my first day at work.The charming fair girl with beautiful eyes was infact Mak’s mistress.She had been an innocent girl who had once been implicated for carrying drugs in her purse. She had no clue how the poison that had been found in her purse had gotten there. The only rescue she had was through Mak. She had come to visit Mak to ask for his help and the filthy man had been allured by her beauty. She had paid a heavy price for it. Mak had kept all the proofs that would prove her guilty and even though Narcotics department in this state was extremely strong but Mak had connections .He knew the figures of authority very well.  He was powerful and he could do anything. He forced her to work for his company and abused her everyday.He proudly narrated the entire episode to me and even though i did not have a heart to understand humanity. i Somehow understood this girl’s plight. Maybe because my heart had thumped out loud when she had smiled at me.

I had tried to speak to her a few times but she had avoided all interactions. This was the opportunity. Mak had sent us together to deliver a consignment. I knew that the cartons we were carrying contained Arms and Ammunition but i was not sure that she knew it.

I asked “Do you know what’s inside” . She looked at me in the mirror from the front seat of the car and replied “ Yes” . I then tried to make small talk.

“ How did a girl as pretty as you start working at this place”

She replied “Well it is the same . Even i am surprised that a guy as intelligent as you is working here” She was smart and witty. She paid me a compliment and smiled.

Well i expected her to compliment my looks and not my brains but then i happened to glance in the mirror and i realized that i was an ordinary looking man and there was nothing earth shattering or even worthy about my looks. At least she appreciated my grey matter.

I was completely smitten by her. We started spending more time after office hours.

After ten occasions of rejecting it , she finally agreed to a date. Just me and her. Fascinating music played in the background and the shade of hazel lights in that discotheque made her look even more desirable and appealing.

But what intrigued me the most was why was she taking all the abuse from Mak. But i dared not to ask. I did not want to put off the vibrant energy she was showing and the did not want the beautiful smile to disappear.

But she herself spoke “ Since you asked that day. I want to share with you” “Mr Mak is obsessed with me and a man who is that powerful just takes a jab at his whims and fancies”

“All these years of endless abuse i have waited for a knight in shining Armour to come and rescue me, i do not know if can expect that from you”

If a man like Mr Mak was obsessed with her then definitely a man who wanted to be the next Mr Mak would see her as an unattainable conquest. But i was completely obsessed with the thought of becoming what she expected to me to be.

We had become inseparable. Especially after that night of passion at her house where we explored each others bodies till we quenched the insatiable thirst our souls had.

We started a joint silent rebellion It was like a slow poison that kills you slowly.Something that you can never get detoxified of.

Yes i was using the trust and faith of my mentor and turning the tables against him.Surprisingly she was much more intelligent than i fathomed. She had a full strategy in place and following her plan would ensure the complete destruction of Mr Mak and demolition of his well built crime empire. We encoded encrypted data, Passed information to competitors and cops. Mr Mak was facing tough times suddenly. His consignments were being caught. The Important men in high authorities that he was friends with, were suddenly getting fired.

In Spite of all these hindrances, he still trusted me and he gave me the code to his secret bank accounts just in case if he was caught. Then he shocked me when he said that he wished he could marry Nagma, transfer all his money through money laundering and move to different country. He wanted me to help him do that and he wanted me to also close all the pending deals and move with them.

That Night when i was smoking with Nagma. I questioned her. I told her about Mak’s Intentions and she laughed about them. She said after so many years of repeated abuse , now he wants to give me a respect and marry me.

Her bloodshot eyes reflected anger. She said with utmost passion that she wants to see him finished.

We were going to pull the trigger now. This was the final round of this drama. Mr Mak was now going to be slayed.Next Morning i was going to call Mak and tell him about an consignment been caught. I was going to pretend that i was shot and i needed his help. We were sure Mr Mak would rush to help me and fall into their trap.

Next Morning as planned i called Mr Mak.He acted as predicted.A Fleet of police cars waited in anticipation but things did not go as smooth as expected. I suddenly felt a jerk on my shoulder as i fell to my knees. Two strong policeman stood behind me with their guns pointed to the back of my head.A Police Van zoomed past others and a lady cop jumped out of it and stood there. Nagma was not the damsel in distress as she had made out to be. She had duped me and Mak. She was the smart Cop with a penchant for acting .She stood there pointing her gun towards Mak who stood there in shock as two people he had trusted the most had been responsible for his downfall. He was not the criminal who gave up that easily. Two pistols came out from two of his jacket pockets and he fired at the cops recklessly. But he did not have the strength to fire the bullet at the lady cop who stood there pointing a gun at him. I have never understood the emotional quotient of these cops. She smiled while she shot him . A bullet pierced through his expensive jacket straight into his heart and he fell flat . She fired another round this time aiming at his forehead and my idol in the crime world lay dead.

I still cannot decipher why she left me. Even i could have been killed on the same day.

For her it was just a mission. When our eyes met ,she looked at me like a stranger.I felt used and abused by a woman She was so perfect in enacting her characters and she had resorted to such cheap tactics to deal with crime and criminals..She gestured the policeman to take me away and walked past me smiling with confidence.

But as they were taking me to the prison, i realized that my end would be similar to that. A Fancy Tracer bullet piercing through my expensive jacket.Probably fired by a someone trustworthy.

Before going to prison i used to think, How would i survive in prison if i ever got caught. But then in prison i realized that An Innocent man cannot sleep in prison as he thinks how did he get there and what is the way out. But A guilty man can sleep in prison peacefully as he knows that he deserves this for the mistake he has made. The Mistake of trusting , the mistake of getting caught. The mistake of being impulsive and emotional.

© Jitendra Kotai

The Reality of Illusion

He woke up with a hypnic jerk. His head spun as he was suddenly jolted to consciousness. He realized he had woken up next to an unknown female companion. Their clothes lying on the floor suggested what they had been upto last night.

It was not unusual considering the fact that Apoorva Pandit was a renown womanizer and all the women he knew were aware of his reputation. But his life had taken a dramatic turn recently

He was a famous stand up comedian and he had recently insulted a famous celebrity on his show. The Celeb had not taken the joke very nicely and had slapped a lawsuit on his face.It was not an ordinary case as media had made it a case which showed continuously on all channels. The mud slinging had continued and Apoorva’s clean image in public that he had been sporting for quite a while had been tarnished

He had no celeb friends now, as the guy he had chosen to make fun of was the ruling king of indian cinema, a famous movie star and producer who could make or break any career.

After a long shower where he cried and prayed for his life to be back on track , he decided to wake the pretty damsel sleeping in his bed, But umpteen attempts to shake her out of sleep proved futile. Suddenly a spooky thought arouse , Was she dead, he thought. He checked her pulse and his fears were proven true, she was indeed dead.

He tried to recollect events from the previous night but he could not remember anything. He growled in frustration, tears rolling down from his cheek. It may have been planned, the famous celeb, Kamran Khan was hellbent on destroying Apoorva Pandit.

He decided to pack the dead body in his huge travelling suitcase and dump it near the garbage. Lifting from the bed seemed difficult as her body had grown tremendously heavy.Somehow with great difficulty when he lifted her, the doorbell rang.He dumped her back in the bed and checked from the keyhole. His wife was standing outside the door.

He had recently completed his divorce with his first wife and entered into a second marriage with his long time girlfriend Zoya Aziz. Time froze and Apoorva wiped the sweat from his head. There are times where you wish you could just escape, where you think you could just not face that event.His wife would be shattered to see another woman in their bed , more gruesome was the fact that it was A dead woman.

With a nose ring being her trademark, she looked every bit of the socialite she was. Partying, drinking, Junk parties were her life.Zoya Aziz was today’s liberated women who believed in living her life based on her conventions, she had even invented a religion of her own named Zoyaism where everything Zoya ever wanted to do was allowed

These conventions included falling in love with a married man. Zoya was head over heels in love with Apoorva Pandit, the host of the comedy show where she wrote the scripts.

There was a fantastic camaraderie between them and she felt at ease sharing anything with him. He was ,in her imagination a perfect man, with polished oratory skills, an intelligence that ensued that he spoke about any topic with flair and a spontaneous comic timing that garnered a tremendous applause in every episode.

A Strong overall personality made him stand out as he always well groomed and  he wore the most stylish suits.

She was hard to ignore , as he she shattered all gender stereotypes and usual thoughts on how a female should be. Zoya had no inhibitions ,she was secure and confident of her identity

She used to get into a random incapacitated thought whenever she thought about the bleak future of her relationship with Apoorva as even though he had left his wife to marry her, he had still not left his womanizing ways.

Every now and then she heard another story of Apoorva hitting on another TV Starlet by promising them meaty roles in TV Shows as he had strong connections in the TV Industry.

Zoya assailed his office time and again, she had an insinuation of something unpleasant prevailing there.she never made her suspicion evident to Apoorva .. but there was a paranoid and thin-skinned Apoorva who defended even without her asking which made her more unsure.

In the insane situation He remembered that this dead girl had once come for an audition and he faintly remembered meeting her last night in a discotheque.

Zoya screamed loud and banged the door. His hands were shivering as he opened the door knob. As expected Zoya first started the drama of tears and abuses and then she did the unthinkable, she called the cops and got him arrested for murder.

Kamran Khan paid a friendly visit to the prison where Apoorva had been kept.. He entered his cell and a fleet of cops entered behind him carrying a soft drink bottle and a comfortable cushioned chair . The Police Inspector held Kamran’s jacket before he sat on the cushioned chair in style.

In his typical filmy way he held his hand under his chin and posed as if thinking what to say and after a long patient pause he said ” Did u know my history before you joked about me ? “

A Furious gaze followed, Kamran Khan had red  bloodshot eyes below the dark sunglasses and he said in the typical nasal voice he had ” Do you know who i am ? ” I am the heartthrob of Indian Cinema ” Indian audience forgives me for everything i do” ” I hunt animals for my pleasure , i hunt women for my pleasure ” I Insult anyone i feel like insulting”” i run my car over sleeping beggars, as  they are supposed to die, they are worthless, Aren’t they”

“You make a joke about me and my estranged girlfriend and you think it is funny. Am i a joke ? “

“Yes, women leave me because they cannot handle my starry tantrums or the abuse i cause them, but then i am the star and i rule ” he said before leaving the cell and kicking apoorva in his belly.

After three months of struggle Apoorva was granted bail as the murder weapon was not found and there was not enough evidence against him.

He wanted to bust the star scandals and take revenge for everything he had faced. With a strong determination he decided to start afresh. He had realized that he had lost everything and even his comic timing. but he was a changed man. He decided to unravel the mystery behind the TV Starlet who was found murdered in his bed. He wanted to remember that night, he wanted to prove he was not guilty of murder.

He visited the ageing yesteryear superstar Nirmal Khanna who was now reduced to playing character roles mostly Kamran Khan’s father who suggested that the only way to solve this mess is to ask for forgiveness from Kamran Bhai as he is connected to the underworld.

Then the mystery unfolded, he was spying on Kamran Khan when he saw him walk out of his house holding Zoya by the waist. As they entered in his Black Mercedez car , she was dressed in a black gown which matched the fabric and colour of Kamran Khan’s  shining black suit. As the car moved out, he inquired with the security guard who told him that they were on their way to a reality show where Zoya was a contestant and Kamran was the Host.

“Papa” he shouted with ecstasy and came running towards him from a distance when he visited the school of his son Arush. Apoorva had a picture perfect family before zoya had come in his life and before the success of his show had gone into his head.He had a simple and caring wife Akansha and a son who idolized him.

Akansha had chosen to forgive him and accept him back in their life .The Best was yet to come. A Young man knocked the door of Apoorva’s house. He was a small time TV actor named Chetan who appeared in thriller shows. Apoorva was now being appreciated by a few people who had been traumatized by the star. They all saw a leader in him, someone who could fight for everyone’s right and become a messiah. This young mans girlfriend had been a part of the reality show produced by Kamran Khan and had recently committed suicide. He believed that her suicide was a conspiracy. There was more to it than meets the eye.

Chetan Goswami had worked in one scene with Kamran Khan in his blockbuster movie and he had experienced something traumatic. He had a fight scene with Kamran Khan, it was a roadside fight with which the movie was going to start. Chetan had thought that it was a normal action scene and he had been looking forward to his bit role with the big Star.

But what was shot was terrifyingly atrocious, it was not a scripted fight, it was a real fight and Kamran Khan had immensely enjoyed the sadistic pleasure he gained by hitting someone. Chetan had been terribly  wounded and almost killed. All his shouts, the pain on his face , everything was real. Kamran had no value for human life, all he cared about was making 200 crores at the box office.

That is what happened in Kamran’s films. The Torture Scenes were real, people whistled at the star’s style but behind the scenes it was humanity that was being slaughtered. Kamran thoroughly enjoyed them being filmed. He employed all new starlets, wannabe actors and enjoyed torturing them. Once he even fired at someone using a real gun and shot him in his hand.He had someones fingers chopped off in a film and showed close ups of his face with the real pain and trauma being captured in that scene. He was a danger to the society, his stardom had made him insane.

All this had to be exposed . But for that he needed to be in one of Kamran Khan’s films.

They needed someone unknown, unseen and unexposed on screen to star in a Kamran Khan film and expose his atrocious reality. There was great risk involved in this but they decided to send Arush for auditioning for the part of a child artiste in an upcoming film and he was instantly selected.

Akansha accompanied Arush to the film’s set and as per instructions she was shooting everything in the hidden cam in her purse. It was a sting operation that was going to be aired live on a popular news channel that had bought the story.

The Shooting location was an island away from the city . As a nervous Akansha spoke to Kamran Khan, he fidgeted playfully with Arush’s hair and told him to get inside his vanity vain and that he wanted to give him some acting lessons.

As they entered the vanity van, Akansha was stopped outside. Nirmal Khanna ran to her and said ” Get inside somehow, there is something wrong that he does to children ” Chetan came rushing , he had been serving drinks dressed as a waiter.

Akansha cried in agony, she had so stupid to let him take away her only child. When suddenly the door opened and Apoorva walked out . He had been hiding in the vanity van, expecting  Kamran to lure an actress in there with him.

He was going to shoot the real torture Kamran gave to the actors who were rewarded promising roles in his movies.

He had brought his son, as he still had hoped some humanity in Kamran. But Kamran had chosen to torture his son, his only child and it triggered a sudden rush of blood and he assassinated him by shooting him at point blank range.

 A dead Kamran Khan lied in a pool of blood, A Sobbing Arush was rescued. They got hold of many torture tapes that had been shot by Kamran Khan under the pretext of art,

Zoya stood in the court and testified against Kamran. She had lured by promising her a career in the reality shows genre.

That night Kamran had visited their house and sedated Apoorva so that he fell unconscious and then he had killed the TV Starlet by injecting her poison through a syringe. She had stood there and witnessed it and had been a partner in crime as she wanted to take revenge against Apoorva for his womanizing ways.

The Nightmare had ended. The Star had faded. Kamran Khan could now allow others to rest in peace after his demise.

Apoorva was back to doing his hit comedy show with more flair and this time his comic timing was even better. He had learnt a lesson in life however contrary to what one would expect, he still conducted auditions and cast new TV Starlets as co-hosts in every episode. Even though not  a womanizer anymore, he continued being a healthy flirt.

 

 

The Serenity Lake

He always felt paranoid while crossing the street as cars went zooming past him with breath taking speed.

 He always had a nightmare where a speeding car has hit him and he is lying in a pool of his own blood in the middle of the road, this recurring dream had made him even more scared of crossing the street.He hated going to work, his office was just across the street. A famous pharmaceutical company where he was a data entry operator during the day but as soon as he finished work, the real 30 year old Rishab Chaudhry rushed home.

An amazing artist who wrote beautiful songs and then composed mesmerizing music on his electronic keyboard, He sometimes bunked work and walked miles alone to reach his favourite destination , An Oasis of Serenity ad-mist a busy city full of chaos .A Beautiful lake called The Serenity Lake that he had christened as SHANTI,. He could sit with his feet immersed in this still water for ages without getting bored. He loved the birds chirping , the wind blowing on his face. This inspired him to create more beautiful music. He usually played The Violin on the lake and named the tune as Eternal Peace.When the beautiful music echoed on the lake , Rishab chaudhry thought ‘ No Materialistic Gadget, No Amount of Money, Stature, Prominence, Nothing mattered to him more than the soul-stirring music he was creating with his violin.

He had created his own space on this lake that was still unexplored by anyone. He feared that the day mankind found this heavenly abode they would commercialize it and he would see it filled with hawkers, boats and then filth all around.

Rishab had built a small hut there where he had kept his favorite books which he usually read when he stayed there in nights under the bright light from the lamp he had kept there.This was his home away from home.

At home he had a wife named Ruchi (29), who was the part of the higher management of a multi- billioniare multi-national company. She was very practical in her approach to life and in her eyes Rishab was just an ordinary failed musician who should look for a well paid job, rather than following his passion for music.

She showed no interest when he tried to sing to her a new composition or just play to her a new tune had just created. In fact she always taunted him for wasting hours in his room on his keyboard. they were like two people renting the same house living in separate rooms with separate lives.

Rishabh joked about the situation as he sat down to drink his cup of tea with contentment on his face. He was satisfied with the little money he was earning and he wanted a stress free job so that he could continue to create his magical music.

Ruchi usually worked from early mornings to well past midnight, she was busy replying to her emails to her clients working in different time zones even when she lied down to sleep. She had her reasons, she was a very ambitious woman , she wanted to be become a prominent name in the corporate world unlike Rishabh who derived pleasure only from satisfying his soul.

He had tried his hand at getting work in Bollywood, Music Concerts and many other places but he had been rejected. He had realized that in today’s world the only way he could get work was by creating a network or through lobbying.

But he was not very social, he liked living in his lost world near the lake. He had grown tired of waiting for Ruchi endlessly for her acceptance, acknowledgement and attention.Now they hardly communicated.He left her alone and kept no expectations, Whenever she showed him some love , it was the bonus he got.

Ruchi was embarrassed of introducing Rishab to the high profile successful people she socialized with.hence she mostly went alone on this social events usually on friday evenings. On October 15th , It was rainy Friday Evening as Ruchi slid her fingers across to unlock her phone screen . 17 Missed Calls from  Grumpy Old Man it read. They had saved their numbers as Grumpy Old Man and Grumpy Old Woman on their respective phones. She called him back but his phone was switched off.She attempted Umpteen number of phone calls all night but his phone continued to be switched off. It was strange but she was missing him, in fact craving that he could come home and she could hug him. It kept raining heavily all night and Ruchi stood there at the balcony looking outside.She could sense something was terribly wrong.

He did not come home that night. It was strange considering the fact that he did stay on the lake sometimes but one off night in a month and always informed her. It was she who sometimes forgot to inform him her timings. But Rishabh always called her at least twice a day to ask her how her day was. She had realized that no matter how much she had hated rishabh, but she actually waited for that call from him.His voice was a stress buster for her and she purposely ignored his music because she wanted to see him doing well in his life. It pained her to see him as a failed musician and doing a mediocre job in her own office.

She remembered her college days where a guitar playing Rishabh was a heart throb that every girl wanted to date. She had been lucky as Rishabh had got close to her. He was good at everything. He always got the highest marks even without attending class and he played flawless music at the college auditorium. He sang from his heart and had everyone grooving to his songs.

Her thoughts were broken by the buzzing of her phone. It was an unfamiliar unsaved number. ” Hello” , A Harsh Deep voice spoke from the other end. “Yes, Who is This” She said.

” Inspector Aslam Khan from Bandra Police Station” ” Are you Ruchi Chaudhry” He Replied

She seemed shocked and replied ” Yes I Am”

” Can you please come to the Police Station” He said and disconnected the phone

She folded her umbrella and entered the Police Station. It had been a stormy day.She saw a bearded man in the khadi uniform who came and addressed her

” Your Husband came here last night and asked us to give you police protection, He said someone might try to kill you” Said Aslam Khan

She made a irritated expression and said ” He has gone Mad” ” I am so worried, He has not come home last night” “Switched off his phone” “Idiot, Stupid, Fool, Moron  ” She said fumbling with her every word and almost choking.

Aslam Khan interrupted ” Why does he feel you need police protection? “

and who is Aniruddh Singh ” He asked

‘Aniruddh Singh’ she seemed shocked ‘He is my boss’

‘Sorry, we cannot give you any police protection’ This seems like a personal husband -wife debacle which needs to sorted by you both personally’ And sorry i cannot file a  missing persons report too as he seemed Hail and hearty, smiling and carrying a violin, it would be wasting time looking for someone who has left his house on his own , we have a lot of other more serious cases lined up to solve’ He said

A Shattered ruchi drove to the highway and started searching for the lake, she reached the quiet and silent lake in the middle of the city and saw his violin there placed in the hut he had created. Her photos were stuck on the walls of the hut, some of her favorite books were kept in the corner. These were the books she had lent him during college days. Some notebooks scribbled with musical notes .The hut had his presence, his aroma and she could imagine him sitting on the makeshift chair made out of pillows singing his favorite song “Barbadiyon ka Jashn manata chala gaya, har fikr ko dhuein me udata chala gaya ‘. She prayed with tears in her eyes ” God !!!!! Please send my Rishabh Back, I Love Him”

She Revisited the police station with her well connected boss so that the policeman would write a missing persons complaint and attempt to find Rishabh.

Anirudh Singh was a flamboyant Millionaire , He had earned a fortune from his ancestors who had all been in Politics. His father held an esteemed position as the Cabinet Minister and he had just been given the party ticket to contest elections from that state. He also ran a group of companies under his wife’s name where Ruchi and Rishab worked.

Ruchi was the Managing Director at the ‘ Ambika Group of Industries ‘ and the personal assistant of Ambika Singh who was the Director who never showed up in office. Hence Ruchi was the decision maker, she almost ran the entire business on her own and directly reported to Anirudh Singh.

Anirudh Singh was tapping his huge gold ring on the glass table as Aslam khan finished writing the missing persons report.” I want you to find him , Leave all your work and do this on priority basis. ” he ordered.

“Stop Crying” He said turning to Ruchi. “They will find him soon”. She wiped her tears and handed a photograph of Rishabh to Inspector Aslam Khan.

On the same night, the weather gods had been extremely rude and Aslam Khan was driving on the highway . The Road had zero visibility but Aslam noticed a man stranded across the highway. He slammed the breaks of his car and was astounded to see that it was Rishabh. He was bleeding profusely and was trying hard to stand up on his feet, It seemed that he had been hit by a speeding vehicle. He shouted in a high pitch ” What Happened to you?” Rishabh tried to speak but his mouth was full of blood, what he spoke barely made any sense. With great difficulty Aslam Khan lifted him in his arms and made him lie down in the back seat of his car.

He drove to Rishab’s house which was on the way and told him ” We will take your wife along , we should be immediately heading to a hospital.  15 attempts to ring the doorbell and bang the door met with no response. He decided to go back to his car. To his astonishment there was no one in the back seat. he looked around and then he saw Rishabh entering his house through the window. Aslam Khan followed him.

The House was in shambles as if someone had broken into and demolished the entire house. As he walked behind a limping rishab he saw some blood stains on the bathroom door. He shrieked when a crying Rishabh pointed towards the dead body of Ruchi lying in the bathtub A wailing rishabh said ” I had told you that her life was in danger, i had told you she needed police protection”

Aslam Immediately called the police station and the house was filled with forensic experts taking pictures , collecting blood samples. He decided to call Anirudh Singh but he saw it was 2.30 am and thought its too late to disturb him.

That is when he saw Rishabh chaudhry walk out of his house. Rishabh seemed rejuvenated , He had no bruise marks, no blood stains. He was wearing a shiny black suit as he walked with enthusiasm and stood near Aslam Khan’s Car

He sounded chirpy and happy . He smiled and said ” Can you drop me to Bandra -Kurla Complex. My Boss has promised me that he will fund a live musical event for me. It is the best opportunity of my life. He is a powerful man with lots of connections. I will become a famous name in the musical world now”

A Surprised Aslam Khan wanted to tell him that he sounded insane, his wife had just been murdered. Aslam Khan turned around to look at the house but it seemed a perfectly normal morning. There were no police cars, no sirens, it was not even night anymore. The house was locked and the clock showed 9.00 am.

Aslam Khan failed to understand how the time zone changed in one minute. He had just seen the time as 2.30 am a few seconds ago. Nevertheless he decided to drive to Bandra -Kurla complex. He wanted to understand the situation better and he wanted to investigate this case which had now transformed from a missing persons case to a murder.

He looked at Rishabh through the rear view mirror and he had closed his eyes, he was busy composing something on his guitar and he sang a melodious tune.

He followed Rishabh through the corridors of a multi national company. Rishabh stopped at a cabin which read Ruchi Chaudhry, Managing Directors- Head of Operations. He gleefully smiled at her through glass door and then aslam was astonished to see Ruchi who waved at him and raised her thumb as if gesturing the best of luck to him. Aslam Khan felt giddiness, his head was churning. He was not understanding these events. He had just seen her dead body in the bathroom. 

Rishabh Entered Anirudh Singh’s Cabin with a gleeful smile and said ” Hi Boss”

Aslam khan decided to hide behind a pillar and not alert Anirudh Singh who would not be kind enough to let him in his office premises.

Anirudh Singh introduced ” This is Mr Banerjee , The famous music director and judge of a musical reality show.” I have been talking with him about you and they have promised me to give you a break first as a contestant on their reality show”

“Ruchi played some songs to them, the other day and they really like your voice”

Mr Banerjee then signed a contract with Rishabh and gave a cheque of Rs.5 Lakh as signing amount for their singing reality show.

An jubiliant Rishabh jumped with excitement as Mr Banerjee left.

He then left the office with Anirudh Singh and they both waved a goodbye to Ruchi through her glass door , Anirudh offered to drop him back in his car and Aslam slowly slid into the back seat and sat on the floor and kept his gun ready, just in case Anirudh singh saw him. Anirudh said ” So, You will be a singing sensation now”.Rishabh Expressed Gratitude  “I am overburdened boss, you have made my life. Ruchi will be so happy when she comes back home and i give her the news “

Anirudh nodded ” Yes, I have done this for her happiness”

Rishabh Replied ” Thank you boss, I will never be able to repay you back. You are such a fantastic human being Boss. Not many people do this for others”

Anirudh’s expression changed ” I can propose a way you can repay me back.” He said parking the car near the lake., Rishab’s Shanti Lake.”So This is the place where you come after bunking work,Have u ever thought why i never cut your salary ?” Anirudh Said

An Embarrassed Rishabh said ” Sorry Sir, But now i do not need to work, i love only creating music. i hate doing anything else”

As they walked towards the Hut Anirudh Hesitatingly said ” You and Ruchi are two different people. You are a creative person and she is a woman with a strong business sense , i know everything about the your sad , mute relationship and i keep piling her with more work so that she stays back in office and gets more close to me” 

Rishabh Felt concerned ” What are you saying Boss ? ” He said with an angry face

Anirudh Laughed as he walked in circles and came straight to the point ” I keep staring at Ruchi through my cabin, She has flawless beauty and she looks immensely attractive. Not that i love her, or i want to marry her.  I just lust for her, she is my obsession and you can repay me back by …….” Before he could complete his sentence there was a  resounding slap which made him off balance

Rishabh stood there furiously grinding his teeth with tremendous anger ready to slap him again

Anirudh Said ” How Dare You ? ” with bloodshot eyes ” Do Kaudi Ke Sangeetkar, ” 

” I buy and use women like that in cents . This slap has blown away every chance you had in the music world” Now you can try, i will make sure you have no home and live in this hut on this lake all your life” I can sleep with her any time i want at gunpoint but i wanted to be a little decent as i thought i could maintain a healthy relationship with her and in the bargain make you something” Anirudh shouted in anger.

Rishabh had enough of it, He pushed Anirudh and with all his might punched him in the face breaking his tooth and making his mouth bleed.

Aslam Khan decided to intervene but he realised that they both could not see him, he was mere outsider who had travelled into a different timeline somehow to see this event from the past.

He Noticed the same badly bruised Rishabh Crying in the corner of the hut and then he turned to look back to the two men who were hurling brutal blows at each other when suddenly some more men entered and caught Rishabh by his arms.

Anirudh Picked up the violin and walked in circles again dragging the voilin on the ground around Rishabh who was held by his men

He hit him ferociously on his feet first breaking the violin and then ordered his men to beat him in a ferocious voice almost growling.

The Strong muscular men threw him around laughing. Each hitting him with immense power. Anirudh Singh was enjoying this and laughing out frantically. A Profusely Bleeding and Limping Rishabh was then left at the highway with cars zooming past him.

As Anirudh Sat in his car, he looked at rishab and said ” If you can get help and get home, tell Ruchi that her life is in danger and that i am soon going to barge into your house and fulfill all my desires and fantasies”

Anirudh singh parked his car at the corner of the highway across the street to see Rishabh struggle to get help and eventually die.

No One cared to stop for a  profusely bleeding man and if someone stopped Anirudh’s men would order them to get going and point at Anirudh’s car. His name was enough to petrify people. Aslam Khan saw him struggling , waving to cars that were speeding across. Rishabh then sat down in one corner and tried to call his wife, Grumpy Old Woman the screen read as he dialed and waited patiently , his face showed hope but she did not answer the call. He felt extremely agitated after numerous attempts he just slammed his phone when the battery died. It was turning dark and then it had started raining heavily too. Rishabh noticed a police car and waved at it, He limped across the highway in great speed shouting ” Help Me !!!! ” 

A Speeding truck that was being driven very rashly hit him minutes before the policeman turned around and blew him away across the highway and he fell exactly where Aslam Khan had seen him.

Slowly succumbing to his injuries , he was slowly dying. Anirudh singh’s men picked up the body and threw it into the lake. Loud sounds of melodious violin buzzed into Aslam Khan’s ears as he entered the lake. It was not pleasant anymore.. The melodious music did not sound like eternal peace. It sounded more like the music of death, ugly and very disturbing .Rishabh emerged from the lake walking towards aslam at alarming speed . Unusual footsteps limping fast drenched in blood.He almost flew towards him.

Aslam Khan felt heaviness in his chest, He felt giddiness, his head felt extremely heavy and he felt a certain uneasiness. He suddenly felt his eyes were closing and he fell on the ground.

He woke up with the same heaviness in his head and slowly struggled to open his eyes. He saw the road like it looks while driving a car, As he grew more conscious he saw that he was seated on the steering wheel of his car which was racing ferociously.He had no control over his hands..He then saw Anirudh Singh standing in the middle of the road folding his hands and crying. The Car hit him with a tremendous impact and he was blown away. Aslam Khan was petrified and wide eyed and he noticed sitting right next to him was a smiling Rishabh as the car turned around at the same speed. The Enchanting sound of Rishab’s voilin played as Anirudh Singh limped across the street and the car followed him and hit him again with the same intensity and slayed him.

Aslam Khan had no proof in hand to prove that Rishabh’s death was planned by Anirudh. His dead body was recovered from the lake and the reason for his death was the collision with the truck Hence he closed the case as a road accident. He also could not decipher how he got Anirudh on that highway and how he ran him over, hence closed Anirudh’s death case also as a road accident.Only if he had taken Rishabh Seriously on that night when he came to the police station.

“He might have been already dead then,.It was Rishab’s soul that come to the police station and on the same night he had appeared in his house and seen Ruchi standing in the balcony”

Ruchi’s death was investigated and it revealed that Anirudh Singh had forcefully entered her house and done what he had warned Rishabh before killing him. After filing the Missing persons complaint with Ruchi , Anirudh had offered to drop her home in his car and while on the road , he had revealed everything to her and demonic man had then forcefully entered her house by breaking the window and over powered her attempts to fight him. Many criminal offences of Anirudh singh were revealed and many other women he had exploited came out and spoke about him, giving their confessions. The Party lost elections and Ambika group of companies had to be eventually shut.

Aslam still visits the lake sometimes. He still sees a happy, smiling Rishabh sitting there with his feet immersed in water playing his violin, the music is mesmerizing , it is the melody of eternal peace. Many other people crossing that lake have heard the music but unlike aslam they cannot see the man playing that enchanting music. He also feels that all materialistic pleasures, prominence , statures, gadgets are nothing compared to the serenity of this beautiful lake resounding with the enchanting music played by a man who lived only to play soul-stirring music. but the greediness, lust and unrealistic desires of the materialistic world made him lose his life.” What a Waste !!! Success is not in the wealth amassed by generations of greed. Success is in our creativity, in our passions. we have lost the essence of life somewhere.and made earning money as our only basis of survival..” he says lying down in the makeshift chair made of pillows singing ” Barbadiyon ka Jashn manata chala gaya, Har Fikr Ko Dhuen Me Udata chala gaya “

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neeyati -Linked Destinies

A Thick line of red vermilion applied through the parting line of her hair was her trademark. Leela Chakraborthy also wore a round red bindi on her forehead and usually wore elegant solid colour sarees.She was fascinatingly attractive and could seduce any sage to leave his serenity and fall in love with her.She had big kohl shaped eyes and was usually very pleasant to talk to.

Inspector Francis D souza, a reputed policeman in his late forties  had been smitten by her face since the day she came to the police station to file a missing persons complaint.

The Man missing since two days was her husband Dr.Arjun Chakraborthy, a renown psychiatrist who had many celebrated people visit him as patients. Well known actors, politicians , industrialists formed his client base. He was extremely well connected. Anything could have led to his disappearance, possibly he had known someone’s hidden secret.

Life was not easy for Leela, she had understood the luscious gaze and the hidden intentions of officer Francis Dsouza , who came almost everyday under the pretext of interrogation or investigation and complimented her about her perfume or strikingly beautiful face.

However Today she had herself demanded his presence as she had been unnerved by the an unknown man who had followed her on the street around her house.When she opened the curtains after her afternoon nap, he had stood there staring at her window , as if under an unbroken trance.

Francis D souza said ” i understand how difficult it must be for you”, but do not worry. i will be here tonight to make sure nothing untoward happens”. She prayed before sleeping and all she prayed for was Inspector Francis Dsouza to maintain his decorum and not turn from protector to predator at night.

In the middle of the night, Francis walked up the staircase to Mrs Leela’s room. He had uncontrollable urge to have a glance at the alluring woman while she was fast asleep.

He stood outside her room and slowly pushed the door open, He had never got the time of finding himself a girl to get married to ,when he had been young. He had always been a dutiful policeman who never thought of anything that distracted him from doing his job. However Mrs Leela had appealed to his heart, body and soul. He was obsessed with her.

While Francis was lost in admiring his new found obsession while she innocently slept unaware of his gaze. there was a some unsettling noise from the kitchen. Francis Dsouza rushed to the kitchen to find an unkempt, insane looking man trembling with fear. The Tall and sturdy officer grabbed him by the collar and sternly inquired “Who are you ? “

The Man was shaken, he started folding his hands and asking for forgiveness

Mrs Leela heard the commotion and came there. To impress the lady,the Officer hurled two hefty blows at the shivering man who started bleeding from his mouth and sat down on the floor crying

A Strong Kick on his back ensued that everything he was carrying in his bag fell on the floor. It was sketches , lots of them ,of the same face.Mrs Leela Chakraborthy’s dazzling face shined from all those sketches.She looked like aphrodite in those sketches. A goddess of love, beauty and pleasure .

Seeing those sketches fall from the man’s bag,Francis was extremely furious and he attempted to hit him again. However the man showed resistance this time and held his hand. He had a new confidence in his eyes as he winked at Francis and forcefully twisted his arm .He started speaking in a different tone which was obnoxiously rude and writhed in anger.He lifted the big man in one hand and threw him against the wall causing him to break his jaw and fall to the ground with a loud thud. After this the man started shivering and squeaking and fell unconscious

While the man was still unconscious, An Extremely Cautious Mrs. Leela checked his wallet to find that he was a famous young painter named Nagesh Dixit who had a huge female fan following at one point in his career.They were shocked to find out that he was in this state, 

Nagesh Dixit, the famous painter opened his eyes and found Mrs Leela seated opposite him. He tried to get up, but he had been tied to the bed. He then noticed a gun pointed on his head and Inspector Francis who stood there with great discomfort , looking at him with a sullen expression.

” You Cheap pervert” Francis growled. Nagesh shaked his head in disbelief and said ” I never intentionally wanted to sketch her face, it just automatically happened, i keep on drawing her face again and again , as if some external force is making me do it..” 

The Door bell rang and a handsome man entered. Mrs Leela ran up to him and embraced him with great intensity. He was a well known surgeon, Dr. Ranjeet Sinha. He was Mrs. Leela’s ex-flame who had re-entered her life by becoming her husband’s best friend. She had noticed the same passion in his eyes but they both avoided the rejuvenating electric chemistry they had so far. Today was different, the events that had unfolded had left her completely drained out. She badly needed a shoulder to cry on and his shoulder appeared to be the most reliable compared to the other two men available. 

Dr.Ranjeet , Francis, Leela and Nagesh sat down to analyze these mysterious occurrences. Ranjeet Said ” Leela you are the centre point of everything, He draws your sketches first and then throws this man who had cast an evil eye on you on the wall ” pointing towards Francis, who looked away in shame.Leela added angrily ” I really wished i could use my nails as claws and scratch his eyes, he makes me sick by the way he looks at me “

Nagesh suddenly got up and walked towards Francis.Erratic winds started blowing as Nagesh walked with his stiff body and tilted head frantically laughing. He held francis by his arm again and this time with tremendous power he broke his arm and as he fell into a crouching position he kicked him on his shoulder. Francis fell on Mrs Leela’s feet asking for forgiveness. Nagesh’s eyes then started moving with berserk movements and he started sketching something with his trembling hands .All four of them recognized the sketch as Mr Arjun Chakraborthy’s farmhouse.They had all been there at some point in time.

“This had been rented out to a famous TV Actress” Said Mrs Chakraborthy “And i hardly go there anymore” she continued.They all decided to visit the place together.

It was pitch dark inside the farmhouse as the four of them walked slowly. Mrs Leela holding Ranjeet’s arm and Nagesh trying to hold Francis who shooed him away. They heard some commotion in the basement and using their cellphones for light, they slowly walked down the stairs to reach the basement.

An Open door at the end of the basement emitted eye-catching glow. They felt there was someone standing there.By the structure of his body it seemed to be Dr.Arjun Chakraborthy. As they neared the door they saw him more clearly .Dr Arjun Chakraborthy was seated in a rocking chair cross-dressed as a woman in a parrot green saree. As they entered that room , he immediately jumped from the chair  and sat down in a crouching position with his back towards them, hiding his face 

A Crying Mrs Chakraborthy made him uncover his face,The shocking aspect was that his face was smothered with vermilion.He was loaded with ornaments , Maang tikka, bangles, ear rings and even a nose ring. Mrs Chakravorthy noticed he was bleeding as he did not have the piercings. He had pierced these ornaments forcefully on himself.

All queries were going to be answered it seemed, in this very basement lied the secrets all these people had been holding. Their destinies were linked and Dr. Arjun Chakraborthy had brought them all together to face their karma.

Dr Arjun Chakraborthy then noticed Dr.Ranjeet and walked towards him with a cheekish smile.

He put his arms around Dr.Ranjeet and said ” Do you remember me ? I am Roma, Do you miss me ” he said in a feminine voice.

Everyone was horrified at what they saw. They were all connected in someway and they had all been to the basement of this farmhouse at some point in their lives and they all had caused some distress to this young TV Actress named Roma 

Roma Mathur, the famous TV Celeb who played a righteous bahu in TV Serials was completely the opposite in real life. She had an unscrupulous affair with a married man , A famous surgeon Dr Ranjeet Sinha, who spent most of his nights at this farmhouse in the arms of his object of desire.There was another facade to Roma Mathur’s personality. She was extremely greedy and even the wealth amassed so far had not been enough for her. 

Dr Ranjeet had been very fascinated by the hidden room that he had seen in the basement , when he had visited it for the first time after an amorous and adventurous night of pleasure with Roma.He was astonished to see that this room had a wonderful code locking system and it could be used for something extravagant that occurred in his mind 

Ranjeet saw this as an opportunity and promised Roma to play as her pander to get her closer to her infatuation with her greed of accumulating enormous wealth,provided she allowed him to run his shady business in her basement. 

Broken from the trance of his memories by the cross dressed Arjun trying to kiss him. Ranjeet pushed him away.Mrs Leela was jolted , Nagesh attempted to run but the doors had a certain electric current flowing through him that pushed him back to where he was positioned before.

Francis Dsouza tried to climb out of the basement but the last ply of wood he had kept his foot on broke into pieces and he fell with a loud thud fracturing his entire body.He Got up to run again but tumbled as he had no strength left in his body.

Arjun Chakraborthy then spoke in a screeching voice at exceeding decibel levels , it was the loud voice of Roma Mathur which could be heard alongside the meekly male voice of Arjun. “Nagesh, Francis and Ranjeet , i am sure you all know why i brought you here” Do you remember that Night ? ” and his eyes grew wider and blood oozed out from his eyes in the form of tears.from both sides.

That Night of July 31st at the farmhouse had been very infelicitous. Nagesh dixit stroked his paint brush on a beautiful painting he had been making of Roma while she posed in a seductive manner. Dr Arjun opened the door of the farmhouse with his own set of keys with a bang. He had brought the police with him as he had been tipped about some insane inhuman offence that was regularly being committed at this farmhouse , It was Inspector Francis D Souza who walked next  to Dr,Arjun as they raided the basement of the farmhouse.

As the Code-locked door opened.They saw two unconscious men who lied on adjacent beds, One was a patient and the other one was a Donor. Dr Ranjeet and a few assistant doctors and nurses were in the middle of an illegal surgery. A Kidney transplant was in progress.Dr,Arjun slapped his friend for playing with the life of these poor people. It was a poor beggar who had been lured under the promise of good food and some money.Some medical tests had been done and once everything was positive he had been drugged to make him unconscious .The Beggar was totally unaware that his kidney was being transplanted to a rich businessman.

Hundreds of such illegal operations had been completed right there in that basement and Roma had allowed these things to happen after earning a hefty amount of remuneration every time Dr Ranjeet planned such an inhuman event.

Citing the life threatening consequences of leaving the surgery half way through. Dr Ranjeet and his assistants completed the operation .Then Dr,Ranjeet then sat down with Dr.Arjun and Inspector Francis and tried to sort the issue amicably so that they all could benefit from it. Apart from Hefty amounts of money he also promised them something terribly wrong and horrendous.

After discarding the unaware and incognizant beggar at the same street he was picked up from in the same unconsious state.

Dr.Ranjeet Sinha  Dr Arjun Chakraborthy, Inspector Francis , Nagesh and Roma clinked their Wine glasses and they all said “Cheers”.

After sipping the wine Roma felt tipsy , “Its really strong” she said almost falling off. It had been planned as Dr Ranjeet winked and the others smiled gleefully. Her vision blurred and she fell to the ground in an inebriated state. The First one to satisfy his greedy urge was the desperate policeman who lifted an unconscious roma in his arms and took her to the bedroom.

Dr.Arjun sat on the floor with blood oozing from eyes and wailed loudly

” You all turned into animals, you thought i was unaware, so you could do anything. I felt the pain, it was tremendous pain, I wriggled in pain every time one of you left the room” ” What pleasure did you get from a unresponsive woman , Did any of you even notice my tears which were flowing from my eyes when you were busy fulfilling your fantasies”

“And you played pander , as you said but not to my desires of amassing wealth. You played pander to your friends. How could you do that Ranjeet , I had loved you with so much passion and dedication” He Screeched and pounced on Ranjeet with his Claws digging into his flesh on his arm and he dragged him into a corner and scragged his neck with all his might and power till he drew his last breath. Tossing Dr.Ranjeet’s dead body away he turned angrily to Francis 

Francis lied on the floor with his hands folded. but Arjun thumped his foot on his face umpteen times with tremendous power till he collapsed to his death.

It was Nagesh’s turn who decided to hide behind Mrs Leela and suddenly grabbed Mrs leela from behind and threatened to strangle her if Arjun did not stop..Arjun walked slowly towards the end of the room and flung at nagesh the painting that he had made of Roma with great intensity that broke his skull making him bleed to his death.

Mrs Leela winced, aghast at their cruelty. Dr.Arjun was arrested from the scene of crime and another body was recovered from the house , it was the dead body of Roma. Owing to the strongly spiked wine roma had slipped into comatose and when these monsters continued with their beastly attempts to savour her body, she had died. 

A Renown Psychiatrist was now mentally unstable , it is difficult to believe that he was possessed by a ghost. It was his own guilt, he had enjoyed the malicious proposal given by his friend Ranjeet .He had thought that no one could ever come to know about this dark secret where they took advantage of an unconscious woman. Unfortunately she died and Dr Arjun was overburdened with guilt. After discarding her dead body they all had left with a promise of never speaking about this ever again and not recognizing each other in public. But Dr Arjun had come back to the farmhouse, read Roma’s diaries, moved around in the basement and seen her wardrobe. His mind had been extremely disturbed.He had a fraction of humanity in him which was slowly killing him. He felt extremely agitated and frustrated , His friend Ranjeet had traded his girlfriend’s trust and her life as a small bonus to the Painter, the inspector and him to keep their mouth shut about his shady business.He kept himself locked in the basement and his guilt made him lose his sanity. In his madness and in his rage towards these men he had killed them all.

Mrs Leela visited her husband in the mental asylum where he sat gaping at the sky , she cried as he started crying inconsolably. He was still cross-dressed as a woman, possibly feeling things from Roma’s point of view. “It is never pleasure, to use unconscious people to your advantage. Dr Ranjeet sinha has been let off too easily. He deserved a more gruesome death ” He said

Mrs Leela wiped his tears knowing that he had indeed committed a gruesome crime but he had repented and he had done more than people do in today’s times . Even if he had been more human than most of the rapists , his doing was still unforgivable. The Righteous bahu in the serial had been changed , another lady was wrapped in a saree and she shed the same glycerine tears and mouthed the same cliched lines.Television seemed to be so much in Irony with real life.

© Jitendra Kotai

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