"If fate doesn't make you laugh, then you don't get the

joke."--- Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram.

Birds chirped around him freely as he splashed some

clear water on his face. Having thus driven away the

weariness, the sixty six year old veteran actor beheld

the scene before him. Normally, he would have

appreciated the clear sky with wisps of white cloud,

lazily scattered across the blue canvas; but not today. It

was still early dawn; yet he had been awoken, and

rudely so. He turned around to face the gunman behind

him. Armed with an AK-47, the handle-bar moustached

fellow seemed quite a misfit wielding the automatic. His

listless expression only reinforced this belief. Seeing

him, only one question plagued Mir Qasim's grey cells--

-When will the Day come?

“Kalla! You follow him to the post! See to his roving

eyes.” An expletive followed a rickety looking fellow,

who was now straddling down a trail winding into the

forest. 'Chief' was all that Qasim knew about the

personal details of the man who had sealed his fate and

had been guarding over the key so meticulously for the

last forty two days now. A gunman had been planted by

his side nearly as permanently as his shadow. Two

people would be deployed on shifts. Besides the

occasions of indispensable duties toward the body,

Qasim would be blindfolded and handcuffed. Great

care was taken to ensure a crude yet safe meal for the

descendant of the Hyderabad Royalty in the jungles

of Madhai. He was a prize scalp to the Chief and

had to be treasured until time.

Back in the Capital, the Nehru

scion was seen holding

exhaustive meetings

with top cops and

leaders. The

abduction of

a l e a d i n g

Telugu actor

h a d n o t o n l y

created unrest in Andhra Pradesh but also in the rest of

the country, courtesy the Opposition parties. Following

a thumping victory of the nation's oldest political party

in the previous

general polls, the

Opposition was

bound to seize

e v e r y

opportunity

that came

its way. The

G a n d h i

understood

t h i s a n d

was trying

hard to find

a way out of

t h e

i m p a s s e .

His choices

w e r e

difficult. The

Maoists wanted

their top cadre

released and all

charges dropped against

their 'political revolutionaries'. Plus, a ransom. On the

other hand, public sentiment was brewing. To come to a

hasty conclusion would simply not do, and at this

moment the ex-Indian Airlines pilot had to put his

mental faculties to test.

“Perhaps your government doesn't think much of you,

mullah!” A menacing smile distorted the Chief's face.

Qasim was free to see around him. Having quickly

skimmed the surrounding foliage, he focused his

attention upon the figure approaching him. A sleek

pistol in the hand, and the cigar now placed between

the lips caught his eye. At six feet two, with broad

shoulders and the same kind of handle-bar moustache,

his interlocutor bore an imposing presence. If only his

facial hair had been thicker, he would have come very

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close to the

v i l l a ins tha t

Qasim had so

often overcome

in his movies,

single-handedly.

But this was not the

si lver screen. No

w o n d e r Qasim found his brain

impotent to match the unrehearsed script posted

before him.

“They'd rather have you finished than drop those false

charges against my fellow comrades. Don't you think it

would be a little too harsh on you... poor thing. At this

age... you'd like a peaceful adieu, wouldn't you?”

With great courage, the following escaped the

sexagenarian, “What will you do to me?” Essentially,

the question was inappropriate. It was 'how' that

mattered more than the 'what'; the latter being pretty

obvious through Chief's words.

Again, that smile.

“Take him away! It's time. Watch out for any tricks!” A

penetrating glance summed up Qasim.

Qasim's partially uttered, muffled queries fell on deaf

ears. Darkness was once again enforced upon his

eyes. This time he was gagged as well---and that

seemed to spell doom to him.

Several hours had passed before the captive came to

himself. As he wracked his brain to recall the sequence

of events, it now struck him like a bolt. Wasn't it all in

refined English that he had spoken to the Chief? And

hadn't he heard of the red terror extending its claws into

hitherto unexplored quarters of the society? Having

figured that out, he put his mind to the more daunting

question ahead. Escape. Darkness enveloped him.

Frantic groping would not help. Dejected and denied,

he sank to the ground; certain emptiness filled him---his

lips began to twitter. Prayer, his only refuge had not

deserted him yet.

Then there was a heavy thump nearby...his body

reverberated with the earth. Some men barged in

with lights. Qasim was blinded by the bright

shower of luminescence. Within seconds they

lifted Qasim by the shoulders, gagged him and

took him away; a sharp twitch on the left side of his

neck. It was incomprehensively quick.

________________________________________

Munching away at some wafers, the actor followed

his rescue operation on TV. 'Paritrayana', it was called.

The Sanskrit word can be traced to sacred Hindu text,

which very nearly translates to 'deliverance'. The

Prime Minister had gambled, and won. With the best

commandos of the nation storming into the relocated

Maoists' hideout based in a shut-down fertilizer plant,

the perpetrators had been brought to ultimate justice.

(There had been a mole.) A citizen had been rescued,

and so was Democracy. Soon the government would

release an official press release. But already there was

enough to be broadcast.

Just about then, some fresh news flashed across the

'24X7' channel. That of people dying of mysterious

circumstances; the inhabitants of Dontanapalli village,

which shares close proximity to the ill-fated fertilizer

plant, complained of acute chess pain and respiratory

disorder.

Subsequently, thousands more succumbed to the

poisonous release form the abandoned fertilizer plant.

The government and the local administration failed to

respond to this siege of 'democracy'. As the state and

the Centre kept passing the buck, innocent citizens

paid the price.

'Paritrayana'---years later, its namesake would be

born. However, this time, its brainchild would be at the

receiving end. The first family of the largest democracy

was yet to pay its due.

In 1984, Operation Bluestar was launched by Indira

Gandhi to flush out terrorists from the Golden Temple.

Mrs. Gandhi was subsequently assassinated. The

NSG was developed in 1986. The Bhopal Gas tragedy

caused havoc in December 1984. In 1991, Rajiv

Gandhi was assassinated following his move against

the LTTE in Sri Lanka. The new millennium saw the

renowned Kannada actor Rajkumar being kidnapped

by Veerappan.

Pretty obviously, the chronology has been conveniently

reorganized to suggest a conspiracy theory.

C MY K

“Are you sure

this is what you want to

publish Ma'am?” said the manager,

puzzled as he continued to stare at the piece

of writing the lady before him called a matrimonial

advertisement. In the five ordinary years that he had

spent behind that desk he had never encountered

anything quite this unusual.

..............

No sooner had Ayesha's mother entered the room than

she started, “I don't quite see what you don't like about

Rajeev. He is a successful lawyer, looks good, is a well-

mannered boy and comes from an excellent family.

What else could you ask for in a husband? I just don't

understand...”

Ayesha had stopped listening at the first mention of

Rajeev itself. She didn't say a word. Neither did she

expect her mother to understand. No one did.

Sometimes not even herself. But as she looked at the

sketch she had just finished, it could not have been

clearer. Rajeev was not the one. By then her mother

had walked up to where she had been sitting, and

inspite of being extremely annoyed with her daughter,

she couldn't help but feel amazed at her daughter's

genius yet another time. What lay before her was a

flawless rendition of the man her daughter had met just

once three days ago. It looked as real as a photograph.

Ayesha's photographic memory and skill at

reproducing the image from her mind's canvas was

without doubt. But Ayesha didn't allow her to stay

mesmerised for too long. Soon enough she started to

mark the beautiful sketch and her mother was left to

wonder, as she had done countless times before,

whether her daughter's talent was a gift or a curse.

Starting from the toes, Ayesha's eyes scanned the

sketch, marking, scratching and making alterations at

places. She shifted the knees a little higher, marked the

arms to be slightly longer and then shifted her attention

to his face. She pondered for a little while, beginning to

get restless and then suddenly broke into a smile as

she extended the nose to bring it closer to the lips. And

this entire exercise, she did with such mechanical

precision, that it

didn't look like a work of art

anymore. But now, to her, the sketch

seemed perfect. .................

Ayesha lay on the couch twiddling her fingers, unaware

of her mother shuttling in and out of the room restlessly.

The wall clock now read six thirty, and her mother could

not contain it any more. “He's coming to pick you up at

seven Ayesha, for the love of God, go and get ready!”

Ayesha waited for her mother to repeat these

instructions two more times, each time more hysterical

than the previous, before she finally deigned to get up.

She had agreed to this date only after a lot of

persuasion and only almost as a favour to her mother

whose only worry these days seemed to be getting her

daughter married. After the countless men she had

rejected she now thought of the whole exercise as

rather futile. Nevertheless she walked into her room,

and started getting dressed. As she opened the drawer

of her dressing table to fetch her bracelet, she threw a

perfunctory glance at the one euro coin that had

occupied the corner of the drawer since her trip to

Europe eight years back, and thought of the image of

the Vitruvian man on the back of the coin that she knew

so well. She flipped the coin to see it one more time,

and smiled, as the picture she had drawn in her mind

matched effortlessly with the one that lay before her

eyes. It was eight years ago that she had seen Da

Vinci's rendition of the Vitruvian Man, now a popular

symbol, for the first time in Italy's gallery. It had instantly

struck a chord, as something which personified

perfection and so she had kept that one euro coin as a

souvenir.

Aman rang the doorbell at exactly seven. His

punctuality did help him score a brownie point with

Ayesha's mother but he had no such luck with Ayesha.

By ordinary standards it was a wonderful date- he took

her to her favourite restaurant, ordered some of her

favourite food and the conversation was flowing

effortlessly. He had a pleasant personality and was

being every bit the perfect gentleman. Ayesha seemed

to be having a good time, almost surprising herself, till

suddenly in a moment none of it seemed to matter

anymore and as usual she didn't know why. From then

on, the date had lost its magic and it had been a

struggle to keep up with it till the moment he saw her off

at the doorstep promising to call again. Ayesha smiled,

knowing full well that she would probably never see his

face again, but wanting to get over with the ordeal as

soon as she could.

Ayesha walked through the door and stormed straight

into her room not wishing to answer the countless

questions she was sure her mother had in store. She

was in no mood to talk. She had lost count of the

number of dates she had been on, and was growing

increasingly tired of rejecting one man after the other

for seemingly no reason. And even today, she had no

idea what she didn't like about Aman. Before she could

devote more time to the thought, she heard her mother

say,” Ayesha, it's your father on the phone. He wants to

have a word with you”. “Hello papa”, beamed

Ayesha in to the receiver. Ayesha loved

these conversations with her father.

They were so unlike those with her

mother where she a lways

managed to bring the topic back to

her marriage. But this time, even

her father sounded a little ruffled

when he had come to know about

Aman. Not that he had scolded

her or anything but she had asked

Ayesha to think carefully about her

future.

After the call, Ayesha pondered for a

little while as to what had gone wrong

with the date but she could not come up with a

definite reason. But she knew only too well how to find

out. She stretched her arm to reach out for her

sketchbook and pencil. It had never failed her before.

And soon she was engrossed in reproducing his image

on the paper before her. She stared at the completed

sketch for a while, and it was not long before the ears

looked a tad too long, the shoulders somewhat broader

than she liked and the palms felt just too big for the rest

of him. She had no standards of right and wrong. No

book that guided her. She simply knew what was

wrong. She always had. Several times, she had sought

for herself the reason for her judgements, but found

none. So it wasn't really a surprise that no one else

understood either. There was no point in musing over it

she decided, and put the sketchbook aside retiring for

the night.

...................

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Ayesha was sitting on

the swing in the garden with the sketchbook in her lap

trying to kill time, not wishing to go back inside the

house. Her mother was still annoyed at her rejection of

the guy she had met four days back and did not seem to

fancy talking about absolutely anything else. To add to it

she had once again revived her perennial demand to

publish a matrimonial advertisement. Ayesha detested

the idea of a matrimonial advertisement; she herself did

not know what she was looking for. Not wishing to be

drawn into another exasperating discussion, Ayesha

decided to stay out as long as she could. Ayesha

looked around in search of inspiration. Somehow

nothing appealed to her that day, and finally she settled

upon a subject which, to her own amazement, she had

never even thought of before. Herself. As she

proceeded with the task she had set for herself it looked

like a sheet of mirror unfolding itself.

Ayesha did not let herself bask in the glory of how

precise her rendition was, for soon enough

almost oblivious to the fact that it was her

own reflection, she started marking

what seemed wrong and making

adjustments instinctively, treating it

impassively like any other sketch.

She extended the eyebrows to bring

them closer, before turning her

attention to the hairline. It took her

some time before she finally decided

to bring it closer to the eyes. She

went on to prolong the neck, pausing

at the shoulders for a while to make

them broader. Finally making the legs

longer below the knees, she smiled

satisfied with herself. But then looking at the face

again, she felt something was amiss. She corrected the

smile which was tilting to one side before finally putting

the pencil away. She thought of the many men whose

sketches she'd amended in a similar way before, and

very clear to her. It made perfect sense. She was, just

like every other girl, looking for someone to complete

her, to balance her flaws, for she had them too. She no

longer had an excuse for not publishing the

then all of a sudden rushed into the house with the

sketch in her hand, heading straight to the shelf that

housed all her sketches. And then, as, within a few

moments she scanned all the men she had once

rejected, comparing them to her own sketch,

something dawned on her. It all seemed to fit into place.

Now only one thing remained to be seen before she

could be sure. Overwhelmed with what she had just

stumbled upon, she rummaged through her cupboard

to look for the sketch that she knew was there. And

when she finally did locate the sketch of the Vitruvian

man, one look at it was enough to confirm what she had

been thinking.

...............

For the first time, Ayesha truly knew what she was

looking for. After years of dabbling in the dark, it was all

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decided to oblige her mother.

................

'A girl with a slightly larger head, measuring one

seventh of her complete height, eyebrows placed too

far apart, an erroneous neck, making the length from

the shoulders to the crown a tad less than one sixth of

the total height, inappropriately short shoulders, short

legs, such that the distance from the knees to the feet is

a centimetre short of the one fourth it should be and an

improper smile tilted to the left, looking for a man with a

small head relative to his body, just one ninth of his total

height, a longer neck but only long enough to make the

length from the shoulders to the crown a little more than

one sixth of his height, shoulders broader than a

quarter of his complete height, and legs long enough

for the length from the knees up to the feet to be more

than one fourth, and lips tilting to the right when

smiling.'

Ayesha looked at the advertisement once again. She

failed to get what bemused the manger so much. After

all, she had only asked for someone to complete her,

she was only looking for her complement.

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All characters and events in this short

fiction. Resemblances to any

purely coincidental.

story are works of

person living or dead are

GauravVerdhan , 9-pointer and math genius, could

taste his own bile rising up as he read the crisp white

sheet complete with the IITR insignia on its corner and

seemingly addressed to him.

The words hardly made sense to him and yet there they

were, in bold black letters - words that made least

sense to him in the entire letter, words that are seldom

taken back or used lightly - “expelled from the

institution.” It took some time for the meaning to sink in.

Expelled from one of the most prestigious institutions in

the country.Strange.Even stranger was the reason

stated for his removal - “unethical usage of institute e-

services.”

It hardly makes any sense. Why? Or rather who?

Gaurav had exactly 4 days left on campus during which

he was expected to clear his dues and pack up. Fear

and panic welled up in him as he read and reread the

entire letter repeatedly, trying to make sense out of the

entire affair, his heart beating faster and faster with

every moment.

He took a step forward and went into free-fall; a fall from

grace, fall from potential glory, and an inevitable fall on

to the hard cemented floor below him.

__________________________________________

Kanika Verdhan's long black hair stirred restlessly in

the cold damp wind, her pale oval face darkened by

fear as she made her way towards the senate steps.

Greeting her there was the fresher's 4th year senior

and her brother's batch mate, his thin athletic frame

rested lazily across the steps of the Senate.

Vivek Varghese was smart, intelligent and

popular.Ethical hacking was his forte and architecture

his passion. Hecould have done 40 laps in the pool and

not broken a sweat but what he heard next did make his

heart skip a beat or two.

“My brother's been missing for the last 2 days”, blurted

out Kanika, stress and concern plain in her voice, “He

has not returned my calls nor has he called back home

in some time.”

“Strange! I'd thought he'd disappeared into his room

again in one of his bursts of inspiration again”, said

Vivek, “I think I'll check up on him today”.

Later that night, Vivek made his way down the narrow

and poorly lit corridor of the second floor of

RavindraBhawan, towards S-51. He knocked on the

door to find the door unbolted and let himself in. The

room looked the same tidy and ultra-organized self,

except for the presence of Gaurav perpetually hunched

over his study-table. It didn't take long for Vivek to

notice the expulsion letter and envelope strewn across

the otherwise immaculately organized table. One look

at the letter answered the question of Gaurav's

disappearance but raised several others pertaining to

the unbelievable accusations made in the letter.

As he paced around the room with the letter in his hand,

he noticed a watermarked seal across the right bottom

corner of the sheet.

Vivek did not quite know what to make of it. He was

affirmative that the other official letters of the kind did

not carry such watermarks. Not any he knew of at least.

And what's invictus? thought Vivek.

In desperate search of answers to questions that were

fast outnumbering the former, Vivek searched

Gaurav's study for any clues. He found the usual

course books, a few plain sheets of paper, stationery

and the other paraphernalia concerned with any

college-going student, all arranged carefully in their

respective places.

Reuben Thomas John

Just as he was about to leave, Vivek noticed sheets

sticking out of anold B.S Grewal.

Its quite unlike Gaurav to leave papers strewn about

between books...

He opened the Grewal and to his surprise finds a

miniature sized bound report of some sort placed inside

a carved out space inside the huge volume. Moreover,

it seemed like it was disturbed from its original place, as

though someone had placed it back in a hurry.

THE IMPOSSIBLE THEORY By GauravVerdhan

A quick flick through the pages and Vivek realized that

he couldn't make head or tail out of the whole thing

other than the fact that it was some advanced material

on mathematics.

“Wait a second!” remarked Vivek as he came on the

acknowledgements segment. A few names where

stated and interestingly none from the faculty, only

friends (including his own, smirked Vivek even though

he didn't know how he had contributed) and arbitrary

names that resembled emailIDs. The only name that

came closest to 'official' was that of a research scholar

from the mathematics department named Arun Modi.

__________________________________________

“Impossible theory is a very sophisticated and

advanced take on number theory and probability,

details of which I am not going into now,” commented

Arun as he went through the report.“I did indeed help

him with a few aspects of the same, though his entire

work was never clear to me. Until now, that is.

“Impossible theory starts with the basic assumption

that everything around you, especially those in data

form, has a mathematical threshold, much like a

barcode, using which it can be identified and

manipulated mathematically. As simple and yet deep

as this might sound, this theory has very profound

implications and applications.

“Interestingly, it could even make cheating a

legitimate process...”

“You're kidding, right?” said Vivek.

“Far from it. Impossible

theory gives you an algorithm which when applied on to

the question set gives one the right answers, in

mathematical language of course.”

“And there's nothing in the books against maths in

exams!” exclaimed Vivek gleefully.

“Right and hence cheating can hardly still be referred to

as 'cheating' anymore.”

'Wait, do you think this has got anything to do with

Gaurav's expulsion?'

'I hardly think so. And I would also like to keep the report

with me, just to give it a good read. I'll let you know if I

get to know something else. '

“Err…that's fine. Thanks for your help”

“And please let me know if I can help in any way.

GauravVerdhan was a student par excellence and I

would very much want him back.”

__________________________________________

Back in Gaurav's room, Vivek hoped to throw light on

the issue by going back to the very origin - Gaurav's

intranet account from where the alleged misuse of

intranet services was committed. Before long, Vivek

had hacked his way into Gaurav's account from the

desktop computer Gaurav used.

Not surprisingly, Gaurav's account had all the signs of

foreign intrusion. Having confirmed this, he got down to

analysing the source of the hacking.

>>>Cyber activity detected on account ID XC54345 :

Username :ASD911F; IP: 255.43.234.11Thought I had

shut him down for good. Commencing forced shut

down and termination of accounts on IP address :

255.43.234.11.

With the press of a button 23 accounts in Ravindra

Bhawan saw their last bit transfer. And unknown to the

perpetrator, the cyber 'killings' had revealed his identity

to Vivek. Vivek who had anticipated such an attack had

used an advanced IP proxy, and had thus escaped

termination.

Vivek commenced a counter-attack on the rogue

hacker, using the element of surprise while his

defences were down. He went deep enough behind

enemy lines to find out his location and system ID,

before the attacker regrouped his defences.

“An IMG programmer!” exclaimed Vivek, for the

codes indicated activity

in the Information Super Highway labs.

The situation was fast spiraling out of control into a

cyber Mexican showdown of sort. Both the adversaries

stood equally matched in their hacking skills, caught in

a violent stand-off of rapid coding and mind-boggling

algorithms.

Time to end this! Commencing total lock-down of

intranet services on campus

Wait, what's happening?! No!

> > F I L E T R A N S F E R - - -

1%...5%……15%….40%......55%.....68%.....

This can't be happening! Time to pull the plug…

>>..75% ----------

>>POWER OFF

Kanika smirked as she glanced through the amassed

data. She had done exactly as instructed by Vivek and

had commenced her attack from KB on getting the

signal from him, granting her a backdoor entry into the

heavily guarded and fortified data stronghold of the

rogue IMG programmer just

when he least expected it.

_____________________

Kanika and Vivek stood

staring down the first floor

corridor of the architecture

department.

Amongs t

c l e a r

evidence

o f t h e

c y b e r -

c r i m e

committe

d , t h e y

had come

across an

image of

the very

place they

w e r e

l o o k i n g

upon now,

e a s i l y

identified

by Vivek as

he belonged to the very department

where they stood now. They'd also

procured a few documents

regarding a new Wi-Fi restriction

scheme, planned power cuts, allocation of funds to the

IMG, PM and some sections of the administration,

names of certain students who have been expelled in

the past and those under watch. Strangely, 'Invictus'

appeared again, several times, subtly mentioned

amongst the data.

They made their way to the end of the corridor, their

footsteps echoing sinisterly off the pale walls. At the

very end hung a massive collage of various structures,

renowned for their architectural finesse and beauty.

Vivek had seldom walked through this part of the

department building, and had never paid much

attention to the collage. But now he gazed intently upon

it, wondering why the hacker would possess such a

seemingly insignificant picture.

“There!” said Kanika, pointing excitedly at a picture of

the façade of a neo-classical building from the 19th

century. Inscribed on the stone slab above the window

was the word 'invictus'.

“Invictus, yet again. I.N.V.I.C.T.U.S. Inscribed on a the

façade of a 19th century building... Wait, think more

specifically - written on the slab over the window,

o t h e r w i s e k n o w n

architect

urally as

t h e

keyston

e... Hold

on, key-

stone -

c o u l d

'invictus'

b e t h e

k e y t o

s o m e

cipher?',

V i v e k

murmure

d to himself

as he re-examined the collage. “The names

of the monuments depicted in the collage!

The cipher can be applied to them!”

In a flash his ever-handy notepad and pencil were out

and he quickly set to de-encrypting the codes.

He handed over the notepad to Kanika. Her eyes

widened with surprise as she read his hasty scribble.

MK Hassan K Gupta JJ Aggarwal MC Goyal

The list was long and included the names of several

professors from the institute. And at the very end of the

page was scribbled down the name :-

A Modi

__________________________________________

__________________________________________

Invictus was an age-old secret society of the institute,

its members comprising of select professors, research

scholars and M.Tech students. Invictus, whichsaw its

inception soon after the conversion of the institute into

a university in 1949, crusaded the cause of 'true and

pure' form of teaching, unquestioned authority and

supremacy of the teachers over their students. Society

took initial form fuelled by growing ire among a few

professors and M.Tech students over the increasing

amount of power held by the B.Tech students on

campus, their influence extending in almost everything

on campus ranging from SAC to control over intranet

and internet services. For long administration

remained the public front of the otherwise obscure and

secretive society.

***

ArunModi, a member, and his minion at IMG,

MohitMisra, were both brought to justice by the piling

amount of evidence obtained by Vivek and Kanika

through detailed scrutiny of the hacked material,

helped along by the clues they procured on the way.

They were penalised for cyber malpractices.

***

Gaurav eventually returned home, having imposed

self-confinement upon himself. He soon received a

letter from the institute, sans the watermark, that he his

expulsion was withdrawn. It stated the earlier letter as

an 'administrative mismanagement'.

***

Impossible Theory still remains unpublished.

***

Vivek and Kanika remain good friends. They meet

every once in a while.

***

With insufficient evidence to prove its existence,

Invictus still remains at large.

The above story is a writer's take on a suspense-filled

mystery in the style of renowned American author, Dan

Brown. It is, needless to say, seemingly controversial

and has all the elements that characterize a typical Dan

Brown – murder, an attractive and beautiful relative of

the deceased who approaches a middle-aged athletic

expert on cryptology, secret organizations and their

minions, fatherly figures who later turn out be the villain

and treachery and suspense all the way through

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cqu jgh FkhaA gfj ls os dqN dgrh blls igys gh mlus mudh xksn esa viuk eLrd fVdk fn;k vkSj flld&flld dj jksus yxkA ek¡ le> xbaZA flj ij gkFk Qsjrs gq, os lkaRouk Hkjs Loj esa cksyh ^lat; cgqr gksugkj Nk= gS gfjA blfy, mls ;g volj feykA rw yxu ls v/;;u dj] vPNs vad yk,xk rks vxys o"kZ firk vo'; rq>s HkstsaxsA**gfj us ek¡ dh vksj Øq) n`f"V Mkyh ^^ugha ek¡ os eq>s dHkh ugha HkstsaxsA 'kk;n eq>s viuk iq= gh ugh ekurs gaS oksA** HkjkZ;s gq, Loj esa gfj vuk;kl gh cksy iM+kA ^ugha csVs ,slk ugha dgrsA** ek¡ dh ok.kh esa vc Hkh e`nqyrk FkhA ijUrq gfj us ek¡ fd ckr dks vulquk dj vk¡[ksa ewan yhaA

For Deeti, the inception of the journey of a lifetime

begins as soon as she encounters the vision of the

grand 'Ibis' making her way into the holy waters of the

Ganges, while she offered her prayers toward Benares

on the banks of Ghazipur. Incidentally, it was her

daughter's question about the chalan opium barges

that brought forth the image before Deeti's eyes. And

almost instantly she understood that the apparition was

of no mean significance. As the days pass, we witness

the arrival of new people into Deeti's shrine, including

the ship, Ibis--- only to realise how accurate her

premonition had been.

'Sea Of Poppies is the first of the Ibis trilogy by Amitav

Ghosh, whose first novel was called 'The Circle of Life'.

The story is set in the 1830's pre-

independence era of India on the banks

of the Ganges---spanning from Ghazipur

to Hooghly. Under the British Raj, the

farmers were forced to grow poppy

instead of the usually preferred food

crops. The East India Company sought to

make huge profits through smuggling the

opium thus generated to China, then a

flourishing market for the drug. (It was in

this context that the Company later

waged the Opium Wars when the

Chinese hierarchy imposed too many

restrictions on the trade.) The Ibis is a

slaving ship that is meant to carry away

the indentured men and women (or the 'girmityas')

across the tabooed 'Kala Pani' toward a new life in

Mauritius.

The journey of the characters on land, river and sea

draw an immaculate picture of the society, culture and

norms of the different classes and castes during the

difficult years of colonial rule. While voyaging across

the Black Sea meant losing caste to all

the girmityas irrespective of which

varna they belonged to, the ordeal

was specifically deplorable for Raja

Neel Rattan Haldar. Besides having

to offer sacrilegious food on

his dining table to the

officers of the Raj

( o u t o f

sycophan

cy) , h i s

platter of

humiliatio

n was to

be consummated with the tag of forgery and fraud on

his shaved forehead. However, owing to familial

allegiance, the tattoo-maker dilutes the ink to facilitate

erasing and slips opium into Neel's mouth, during the

tattooing, to alleviate pain. Some solace to the royal

descendant of Bengal.

There's action and thrill as Kalua, of the caste of

carrion-eaters, manages to rescue Deeti of a higher

caste, off the funeral pyre of her husband where she

was to be a 'Sati'. As much as it created an uproar in the

social echelons of the 'Hindu samaj', it rent Deeti's

heart to accept that she was now condemned to live in

separation from her only daughter. Death could have

been just far better. However, the union of the muscular

'chamar' and the foresighted Deeti was

not without purpose as they play an

essential role in shaping the future of the

'jahaj bhais' (ship brothers) once the Ibis

sets out on sail.

Amitav Ghosh succeeds with the

colourful Hindustani Angrezi of the Indian

b a b u s s e r v i n g i n t h e B r i t i s h

administration. Babu Nob Kissin

Pandher is one of them. Besides adding

some humour, the bowel-obsessed

Vaishnava devotee of Lord Chaitanya

initiates some key manipulations and

alliances in the politico-dynamics of the

jahaj bhais on board. Disguised as a

native, Paulette memsahib gains illegal access to the

Ibis to seek out her fortune in Mauritius, driven out of a

sense of longing to see her mother's birthplace. Also

sharing the fate of the voyage is Jodu, with whom she

had played many a childhood games. He was out to

pursue his dream of becoming a sailor. Zachary Reid, a

mulatto, secretive of his origins was practically at the

helm of the vessel that was to lead its passengers to

their redemption or ruin. He was assisted by a shady

character called Serang Ali---the leader of the

deckhands, the lascars. It seemed as if he wished to

conceal his dubious intentions through his flamboyant

dressing taste.

How opium (afeem) plays out the various roles in the

lives of all the occupants of the ship and the dynamics

of the society of the oppressive colonial rule forms a

stoic background to the story. Against this, the

girmityas are forced to carve their destinies out of the

'sea of poppies' which had so far reined them, and

perhaps their dreams.

Of Men, Women and Opium Baridhi Malakar

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Kapil had never previously been to a

psychiatrist. The room was spacious. Apart from a

small square window on the wall behind the desk and a

wooden door on the opposite side, its walls were bare.

The doctors' desk was placed in the centre. The

position of the patient's chair was such that it made

Kapil look away towards a corner where the two walls

met. Kapil couldn't understand why, but he was

beginning to feel guilty. As he turned in his chair to face

the doctor, the doctor stood up from his chair and

moved towards the window. As though sharing Kapil's

discomfort, he spoke in a forgiving tone, “It's OK, sit

back, sit back.” Before Kapil could comprehend why

exactly he needed any sympathy, he spoke again,

looking down onto the streets below, “Go on, what is it?”

Kapil sat back and spoke.

“Maybe it's not such a big deal, just these

dreams I've had recently. It's scary how silly dreams

can be scary.”The doctor cut in conveniently, “Or silly

how silly dreams can be scary.”He was still at the

window, hands behind his back, looking keenly through

the glass. His manner exuded effortless proficiency.

Kapil sank back in his chair and surrendered, “This first

one was about a week ago. I didn't think of it much then.

Three children in school uniform, about thirteen or

fourteen years old, were visiting their friend's place to

convey condolences for his grandfather's

death. The children were all in one

room. A wailing woman's solitary,

faint voice could be heard in the

background. It was highlighted

by the visitors' shifting

glances and uncomfortable

b u t s y m p a t h i z i n g

expressions. The silence

was broken by one of them,

'We are extremely sorry

about what happened.

Grandfather had always

been nice to everyone.' The

others made concurring

gestures. Then, he held

out a card and

read from it.

‘Death takes from

us our loved ones but leaves

behind their love. Let us cherish his

memories as they cherish him beyond. ' He

handed over the card to the grandson. The silence that

followed wasn't very uncomfortable. The chilly wailing

had subsided. The grandson enquired, 'So, you've

come directly from school?' 'Hmm, old Mrs. Bakshi's

boring lecture' came the answer. Conversing did not

take much effort now. After another moment's silence,

this time the most casual and comfortable, the

grandson spoke, 'God knows when the old lady will die'.

They all smiled.”

Kapil made a brief pause, expecting some

response. He was in the same position, not bothering

to see where the doctor was. The doctor still at the

window and grasping the air of expectation, replied in

an appreciative but yet unyielding tone, “OK, go on…”

Kapil continued.

“Then, these eerie things were making me

curious.” Kapil drew in a deep conscious breath and

said, “OK, so this second one is from a battlefield. Two

men were lying slumped on the ground with their backs

against a brick wall. Instead of military attire, they wore

civilian clothing---plain shirts and trousers. It was

amazing how their clothes were crisp and barely soiled.

Not much else could be seen in the darkness disrupted

by repeated bright flashes caused by distant

explosions. Constant gunfire was raging in the

background. Yet the stillness of these two men and the

dark surroundings rendered an uncanny tranquility to

the location. One of them said, 'A nation is only as

mighty as its brave men.' Then the other one said, 'For

the love of the soil, be valiant and charge.' Then all of a

sudden, a soldier, this one in appropriate clothing,

rushed to the wall in between the two with a rifle on his

shoulder, ready for battle. Just the next instant, before

he could do anything, he got shot in the head and flew

backwards, tossed, almost comically, and landed on

his back sprawled out between these men. As they, still

unmoved, were looking at him, one of them spoke,

'Gave me a start, this fellow!' The other said, 'Yeah,

what kind of a fool does that?' Then they looked at each

other and smiled.”

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Kapil paused again. He was growing

impatient now. The doctor could not have

missed the cue. He walked towards the desk

and standing by his chair said, “Hmm… I

see.” Kapil turned to look at him. The doctor

began walking back towards the window

again and said, “Is there more?” Kapil

reclined and went on.

“The more I thought about it the more

it seemed obvious.” He paused for a moment,

drawing anticipation and then spoke again,

“This last one is from the previous night. A

father and his son were travelling in a car

down a long straight highway. The son was in

the backseat while his father was driving. It

was dark and there wasn't much traffic on the

road. The father looked at his son in the

rearview mirror and spoke, 'The whole system here

is corrupt, all its layers. You don't have to be as old as

me to learn that, sonny. No man does any honest work,

nothing without pocketing a little green. ' The passing

cars on the other side were now rushing faster beyond

them. The father continued with increasing fervor,

'These days, there aren't any real men who have the

heart to stand by principles. It's sad, there's no strong

will that money can't sway and it's the same all around

sonny, everywhere.' Then, quite abruptly, he stepped

on the brakes and began pulling up to one side. His son

couldn't see him in the mirror now. He asked, 'What is it

dad?' The father replied, 'Nothing much son, we

jumped a traffic signal.' 'We jumped a traffic signal?' His

son was puzzled. As the car came to a halt, a hawaldar

walked up to the driver's side. The father lowered his

window and handed out a fifty rupee note. The

hawaldar walked back and the car began to move

again. As they picked up speed, the father said, 'So

son, what was I saying… Yeah, it's the same

everywhere, they are all the same.' As they met each

other's eyes in the mirror again, they smiled.”

Kapil took a deep breath and turned in his seat.

The doctor walked back and sat in his chair. His hands

were on the empty desk, palms together. His stare had

an enquiring glint, yet it did not seek answers as much

as it did compliance. “These dreams, you wouldn't call

them nightmarish, they're just troublesome, right?”

came his declaration. Kapil

answered w i t h a n exp

ected “Yes.” The doctor asked, “Have you been

troubled by any issues at home?” Kapil answered

carefully, “Nothing unusual to speak of.” His answer

wasn't important. The doctor took off, “You seem

distressed. You will need therapy for these issues. You

have to understand, it's more likely that there is a

problem with you than with the rest of the world.” Kapil

was now obediently following the much awaited

diagnosis. The doctor continued, “You don't seem to

get along well with others. Don't be apprehensive of

people and their non-existent masks. Learn to like the

average human, they can't all be wrong.” Just then his

cell phone rang. Hurriedly, he reached in his pocket and

stood up, pushing away his chair. His otherwise

impassive face was now visibly tense. He looked at the

screen of his cell phone and grimaced. A short and

heavy thud on the desk with his clenched fist followed.

He answered the call, “Hello… What?” His other hand

moved to his waist. The usual calm of his voice

transformed into an irritated high pitch. “No, I haven't

finished work yet. Why did you have to call me? How

many times have I told you about calling me at work? I

am sick of arguing with you! This is just ridiculous. I'll

call u when I'm leaving.” He ended the call.

Kapil felt confused and stranded. The doctor

noticed the fixed stare of his patient. In a matter-of-fact

tone he said, “Wives, you know, they can make you

crazy” and smiled. Kapil forced a smile.

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ired of an enervating trek of three long

weeks over the Himalayas, Conor TGrennan was overjoyed as the mud

airstrip slowly rose above the horizon to

come into view. With a painful tendinitis in his

knees he had been trekking for twenty seven

hours in just two days through the towering

mountain ranges of The Himalayas hoping to

reach the airstrip before winter set in. On this

epic journey, he had encountered almost all

dangers the terrain had to offer - from wild

mountain beasts at night to armed Maoists.

Presently, a flight landed from Kathmandu at the

airstripin Humla - a remote part of Nepal. Far

beyond, he saw a couple standing with a boy.

Almost instantly, a picture of Dharma formed

inside his head.

December 1999, Humla District, west Nepal

mother sat weeping inside a snow

covered hut on the cliff-side village Aof Ripa. In the morning, her

husband had handed over a lion's

share of the money they had saved for

the past four years to an absolute stranger and along

with it, a sack – a sack containing her beloved five year-

old son, Dharma. The stranger had promised safety

from conscription into the growing rebel army and a

provision for education. All she hoped for was that the

raging civil war would not get hold of her son.

April 2006, Kathmandu

Fire!… fire…!" a man stormed out into the streets. A

violent flame surrounded him as the back of his "coat kept burning. There was chaos everywhere.

Buildings in the capital drowned in a sea of fire and

gunshots resounded all through the valley. Frantic and

helpless cries were heard everywhere, while limp

bodies started littering the streets. Through a crevice in

the wall of a ramshackle hut by the roadside, Dharma

was looking on to a helpless woman. At the verge of

insanity, the frail mother was pleading with an armed

man for her child's life. Sensing that diplomacy and

talks would amount to nothing, the Maoists had turned

to their 'Plan B.'

Hungry and alone now, Dharma recalled the events

that led to this predicament. Since the day he had left

home, Dharma's quest had been about discovering the

manifestations of the multifaceted word, cruelty.

Separated from his mother, he was marooned in the

capital to fend for himself. He had begged on roads and

trains; eaten out of trash cans, and slogged like an

animal---he would do the dishes in a local restaurant

for twelve hours a day, only to add butter to his bread.

While roaming the streets, he had noticed hundreds

like him.

But it was not until the age of seven that his eyes fell

upon Seetha. It was a calm, moonlit night that

Seetha had walked into the restaurant seeking

work. Illuminated in the pale glow, Seetha seemed

alienated from the misery that he had witnessed. A

motherly affection seemed to invite Dharma

toward her. It did not take too long after their first

meeting for them to share a very special bond.

Dharma was beginning to feel happy. She was to

clear the tables and Dharma would seize the

opportunity to talk to her whenever she deposited the

dishes. She took care of him, consoled him, guided

him and prayed for him. The seasons went by and

Dharma became oblivious of his losses.

Then, one fine day, Seetha didn't turn up for work. That

was the first time she missed work. Intrigued, Dharma

went to the warehouse where she was put up. A big,

burly man with an imposing figure stopped Dharma,

inquiring why he was there. Only after assuring his

acquaintance to Seetha was Dharma let in to see her.

Having walked through ill-lit passages, Dharma peered

round a corner to find her lying with her peers – all

disheveled and disgruntled. When she told him that she

was being sent away, Dharma felt a knot in his throat. It

was difficult for him to respond. He left without bidding

her farewell.

It was a drizzly morning the next day. A bus

went past the hotel and in one its windows Dharma saw

a bedraggled Seetha's hollow eyes saying 'Good Bye'.

He ran behind it as far as his nimble legs could take

him. He kept his eyes fixed on hers until they

disappeared down the horizon. His 'Goodbye' had

remained stuck in his throat.

After a week, Seetha's master came to the hotel and

ordered Dharma to come with him. He had a file of

papers in his hand. Based on the details that Dharma

had given him, the man managed to get a fake death

certificate of Dharma's father and had forged

guardianship papers to escape the raids of the child-

welfare authorities. He, along with six other children,

lived a life of hunger and exploitation in that ramshackle

hut. It was only later that Dharma learnt of the sex

racket run by the 'master.' He would traffic girls and

even young boys across the border, to India. Dharma

was unable to control his tears for Seetha at that time.

Growing up only meant discovering new layers of

human cruelty.

Now, owing to the violence outside, the seven children

had not eaten for four days. Riots subsided only after a

week. One afternoon, the emptiness of the hut was

broken by light entering through the door as it was

thrown open by a tall figure. The children didn't realize

immediately that the person was their saviour in more

ways than one as he marched inside with a sack of rice.

n an trip around the world, Nepal was the first

stop for Grennan, a professional who traded in Ohis briefcase for a backpack. Showing a little

generosity or doing a bit of public service along his way

through the world, he thought, would add some

meaning to his travels. He was volunteering in a

French-run orphanage, Little Princes Children's Home.

He enjoyed being with the children there - he shared

their meal, played with them and told them stories. He

fascinated the children, speaking of oceans with water

as far as the eyes could see, about submarines and

about man landing on moon. In a couple of months he

would proceed further on his tour, moving on only with

the intention of returning to those little angels. In a year

he would be back with them again.

On hearing of a slave trade being operated from the

outskirts of the capital, Grennan and his team decided

to act. With assistance from the local administration

and police, Dharma and the others were saved. They

all needed medication; especially Dharma who had

drifted to unconsciousness during the

rescue operation. Grennan himself had

kept vigil over him for a couple of weeks.

The aftermaths of the riots lingered over

Kathmandu for many months. The

orphanages were filling up, fast reaching

their capacity. Grennan realised there was

only one lasting solution - to reunite the

children with their families. Soon

afterwards, he was packing the photos

and details of the twenty-four children,

with a mammoth task ahead of him.

Before handing Dharma over to his

parents, Grennan played it safe by posing

some questions to confirm identities. His

father broke down on seeing his son.

Poverty had restrained many other villagers

from reuniting with their children. But now,

they wouldn't wait for destiny. As Grennan

travelled across villages, it became easier

for him to identify the parents of his

orphanage's inmates. Fighting his rotten

tendinitis, he continued his work over the

next three weeks. Pausing was not an

option as the biting cold of the

Himalayan winter would set in.

Presently, at the airstrip in Humla,

having survived through the roughest

terrains and forests, Grennan found

his heart racing when an aircraft came

into view. He took another look at the

family standing beneath. The family

was indeed Dharma's. He couldn't help

but smile when he saw Dharma, who

was overwhelmed on seeing his saviour

again.

Dharma's story is only one among an

estimated 30,000 lost children's in

Nepal. Millions of children in other third

world countries continue to be victims of

human trafficking. Grennan's foundation,

Next Generation Nepal (NGN) has been

working on freeing these children since

2004. You can visit them and support their

cause at www.nextgenerationnepal.org

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^^eselkgc] nk,¡ ;k ck,¡\** mldk loky lqudj os gM+cM+k lh xbZaA vk¡[ks pqjkrs gq, mUgksaus ,d lkFk tokc fn;k& ^^nk,¡** ^^ck,¡**A ;s dSls gqvk\nksukas us ,dne ls pqIih lk/k yhA dqN nsj ckn vius vki dks lEHkky dj muesa ls ,d us tokc fn;k& ^Hkb;k] nkbZa vksj ys yhft,] oks xyrh ls ck,¡ cksy fn;kA** mlus vkWVks nkbaZ vksj eksM+ fy;k ij vc mls ;dhu gks x;k Fkk fd ;s nksukas yM+fd;k¡ bl 'kgj esa ubZ Fkh vkSj mUgsa jkLrk Hkh ugha irk FkkA oks jkLrk ,dne [kkyh FkkA nwj&nqwj rd dksbZ ?kj ;k bekjr fn[kkbZ ugha ns jgh FkhA mls yx jgk Fkk fd oks xyr jkLrs ij tk jgs FksaA dqN u dg ikus dh etcwjh] vc >aq>ykgV esa cny x;h FkhA mls le> ugha vk jgk Fkk fd D;ksa oks ml ij fo'okl ugha dj jgh FkhaA mls viuk thou O;FkZ yxus yxkA brus lky esa oks fdlh ,d balku dk Hkh fo'okl ugha thr ik;kA ,sls vFkZghu thou dk D;k ykHkA vanj gh vanj oks detksj vkSj ykpkj eglwl djus yxkA mldk vkRefo'okl gj fnu ,d ubZ ekSr ejrk gSA dHkh pksj dgs tkus ij rks dHkh bl rjg Hkjkslk u fd, tkus ijA D;k xyr djrs gaS ;s vkWVks pkyd] vxj bl ejrs gq, vkRefo'okl dks cpkus ds fy, jkr es nks ?kq¡B ih ysrs gaS rks] fnu Hkj esa feyh ftYyr dks ,d chM+h ds /kq¡, es mM+k nsrs gSa rksA cgqr nsj ls oks mlh jkLrs ij pys tk jgk Fkk ij mls ,slh dksbZ oSlh txg ugha fn[k jgh Fkh tSlk mUgksaus crk;k FkkA vc vkSj pqi jgus dk /kS;Z mlesa ugha Fkk mlus lkspk dh vc vxj mUgksaus lgh irk ugha crk;k rks oks mUgsa ogha mrkj nsxkA mlus vkWVks jksd dj iwNk ^^eselkgc] ;g jkLrk eq>s lgh ugha yx jgk gSA** vc vkSj >wB cksy ikuk lEHko ugha FkkA mUgksaus ;s eku fy;k fd mUgsa irk vPNh rjg ls ugha ekywe FkkA vkWVks pkyd mUgsa le>kus yxk fd ?kcjkus dh t:jr ugha oks mUgsa lgh txg igq¡pk nsxkA ;g lqudj muds pgjs ij ruko ds Hkko vk x,A mUgksaus HkM+drs gq, dgk fd mUgsa irk vPNh rjg ekywe ugha gS ij oks [kqn ls irk yxk ldrh gaS mls cl ogha pyuk tgk¡ oks mls pyus ds fy, cksy jgh gSaA muesa ls ,d yM+dh us ogk¡

eksVjlkbfdy ij xqtj jgs nks yM+dkas ls irk iwNkA 25 lky ds gksaxs oks yM+ds vkSj mudh pky crk jgh Fkh fd oks u'ks esa FksaA ulhc vPNk Fkk fd yM+dkas us dqN dgk ugha vkSj mUgsa irk ekywe FkkA lgh txg igq¡prs gh nksukas yM+fd;ksa us jkgr dh lk¡l yhA mudk dksbZ fj'rsnkj bekjr ds ckgj mudk bartkj dj jgk FkkA **le; ls okfil vk;k djks-------------bruh jkr esa bu vkWVks okykas dk D;k Hkjkslk\** vkWVks pkyd ;g tkurk Fkk fd cgqr ls cqjs gknlksa ds ihNs dqN vkWVks pkydksa dk gkFk jgk gSA dqN dh otg ls lc ij Hkjkslk u djuk mfpr ugha gSA vkWVks pkyd dks yxk fd vkt mlus fo'okl dh ,d uhao j[kh gSA mls [kq'kh Fkh fd vkt mlus bu yM+fd;ksa dk fo'okl thr fy;kA ij rHkh ml dVk{k us bls Hkh {kf.kd cuk fn;k&^^lgh dgk vkiusA oks rks Hkyk gks] mu nks yM+dkas dk] ftUgksaus gesa lgh jkLrk crk fn;kA ugha rks irk ugha---** ckfj'k fQj 'kq# gks Pkqdh FkhA mu yM+fd;ksa dk vkf[k+jh okD; vHkh Hkh mlds dkuksa esa xw¡t jgk FkkA D;ksa mu yM+fd;ksa us ,slk dgk\D;ksa bl ek¡ us vius cPps dks Mk¡Vk\D;k oks bruk xyr gS\fo'okl ds bl tax esa mlus viuh gkj Lohdkj dj yh FkhA ysfdu bu lokyksa ds tokc mls vc Hkh ugha feys FksA rHkh Qksu dh ?kaVh cthA csVh dh ?kcjkbZ gqbZ vkokt lqudj oks viuk lkjk d'ked'k Hkwy x;kA iwNus ij irk pyk dh oks cl LVS.M ij vdsyh [kM+h gS vkSj gM+rky dh otg ls dksbZ cl ugha py jgh gSA cl LVS.M ds ihNs ,d izrh{kk xzg gS vkSj oks ogha :dus dh ckr djrh gS fd rHkh vpkud &^^firkth] lkeus ,d vkWVks [kM+k gS eSa vkWVks ls ?kj pyh tkrh gw¡A** ij rqjUr gh firk ds eq¡g ls fudyk] **ugha! csVh] bu vkWVks pkydksa dk dksbZ Hkjkslk ugha---**

;g vuqHko jkspd rks gS gh] lkFk gh fofp= Hkh A if'pe jsyos yacs le; ls udyh fVdV fUkjh{kdksa (TTE) ds ny ls ijs'kku gSA

;s udyh fVdV fUkjh{kd cMs+ gh 'kkfrj vankt esa ;kf=;ksa dks Bxk djrs Fks A Bxh ny osfVax fVdV ds ;kf+=;ksa ls eksVh jde ysdj vkjf{kr lhV ns nsrs vkSj fQj Vªsu ls gh xk;c gks tkrsA cspkjs ;kf=;ksa dks vxys LVs'ku ij ekywe iM+rk fd og lhV rks fdlh vU; ;k=h ds fy;s vkjf{kr gSA dkQh fookn ,oa >M+i ds ckn mUgsa nksgjh ekj rc iM+rh tc mUgsa irk pyrk fd oks fVdV fUkjh{kdksa ds ny gh udyh Fks vkSj vlyh fVdV fUkjh{kd egksn; rks vHkh vk;s gh ugh gaSA

bl tfVy leL;k ds lek/kku ds fy, dbZ tkx#d ukxfjdksa ¼'kk;n eSa Hkh\½ us ofj"B jsyos vf?kdkfj;ksa dks vusd lq>ko fn;s tSls fVdV fUkjh{kdksa dk iw.kZ os'k (uniform) esaa vkuk] ID dkMZ lkFk eas ykuk vkSj ;kf=;ksa dks fn[kkuk oxSjg&oxSjg---- A ysfdu bu ij fopkj rks nwj jgk] dbZ vf/kdkfj;ksa us rks cspkjs ;kf=;ksa dks gh ew[kZ] vYiK vkSj ukle> dh laKk ns Mkyh] tks viuh vKkurko'k fdlh Hkh O;fDr dks fVdV fUkjh{kd eku ysrs gaSA [kSj ]esjh ;k=kvksa ds nkSjku tc&tc “NON UNIFORMED TTE” us eq>ls fVdV ek¡xk] rc&rc eSaus igYks muds ID dh ek¡x dh A esjh gj ek¡x ij yxHkx izR;sd egk'k; us cqjk ekukA euk rks fdlh us ugha fd;k ysfdu gj ckj viuh vkx mxyrh utjksa ls ,sls ns[kk ekuks dg jgs gkas& ^^nks dkSM+h dk iSlsatj !! rsjh ;g fgEer fd rw gels ID ek¡x jgk gS\** ysfdu eSaus dHkh Hkh ,slh utjkas dh ijokg ugha dhA cspkjs ;k=h 'kk;n blh Hk; ls mu udyh fUkjh{kdksa ls Hkh mudh ID ek¡xus dh fgEer ugha dj ikrs FksA yEcs le; ckn vkt tc eSa ;k=k dj jgk Fkk] rks bu *TTE* dk O;ogkj esjh dYiuk ls ,dne foijhr FkkA igyk rks ;s] lHkh vius Ikw.kZ os'k esaa FksA nwljk eSaus

tSls gh tk¡pdrkZ fVdV fUkjh{kd ls mldh ID ek¡xh] rks mlus viuk ifjp; i= izlUurkiwoZd ,sls fudkyk ekuks ek¡xs tkus dh gh izrh{kk dj jgk gksA nwljs tukc rks ID crkdj gh fVdV ek¡x jgs FksA eu esa ckj&ckj ;gh iz'u mB jgk Fkk fd o"kksZa ls ;kf=;ksa dh leL;k ls cs[kcj bu ft+n~nh vf/kdkfj;ksa eas ;g Økafrdkjh ifjorZu vkf[kj dSls vk;k \;kf=;ksa esa ls rks fdlh dks ekywe ugha Fkk] rks lkspk fdlh fVdV fUkjh{kd ls gh iwNk tk, A bl ij tukc us tks fdLlk lquk;k mlus igys rks eq>s [kwc g¡lk;k] ysfdu iy Hkj eas gh esjh g¡lh dkQwj gks xbZA mUgksaus crk;k &**gqvk ;w¡ fd dksbZ eghus Hkj Ikgys ,d bDdhl&ckbZl o"khZ; yM+dh dkyk dksV igu dj ;kf=;ksa ds fVdV tk¡prh jgh A og ftl lgtrk o fo'okl ls fVdV tk¡p jgh Fkh] mlls ge lHkh dks yxk fd og dksbZ nwljs e.My ls vkbZ gksxh ;k gels dksbZ cM+h vf/kdkjh gksxhA mlus yxkrkj nks fnu rd ;g dk;Z lQyrkiwoZd csjksd Vksd fd;kA rhljs fnu ,d ofj"B vf/kdkjh dks ekeyk dqN xM+cM+ yxk vkSj mUgksaus rqjUr jsyos iqfyl dks viuk lansg crk;k A iqfyl iwNrkN esa irk pyk fd og *TTE* gksuk rks nwj] jsyos esa ukSdj Hkh ugha FkhA iqfyl dks mlds ?kj ls ;g Hkh irk pyk fd og ekufld #i ls fof{kIr Fkh vkSj fiNys ik¡p fnuksa ls vius ?kj ¼xkft;kckn½ ls ykirk Fkh A** *TTE* us rfud xqLls esa dgk fd cl blh ?kVuk ds ckn u, fu;e ds rgr gesa vius iw.kZ os'k o I.D. ds lkFk vkuk gksrk gS rkfd RkRdky viuh ^vkf/kdkfjdrk* lkfcr dj ldasA ¼'kk;n ;g Hkh fd ge dksbZ ikxy ugha gSa!!½ Lkkjk okfd;k lquus ds ckn eSa ,d XkaHkhj m/ksM+cqu esa iM+ x;kA D;k og ixyh lpeqp euksfodkj ls xzLr Fkh \o"kksZa ls ;kf=;ksa dh ijs'kkfu;ksa ls cs[kcj fcxM+s *jsyos flLVe* dks og ixyh Hkyk ,d fnu esa dSls lq/kkj xbZ \;g ogh fcxM+k *flLVe* Fkk] ftls lq/kkjus dss fy, fdrus gh lkekU; vkSj tkx#d yksxksa us iz;RUk fd, ijarq mYVk *flLVe* us gh mu yksxkssa dks ikxy vkSj vYiK dh laKk ns nhA D;k ns'k ds ckdh fcxMs+ *flLVe* blh rjg ikxykssa }kjk gh lq/kkjs tk,¡xs \\

D;k vlkekU; vkSj vuqfpr O;ogkj djus okys bu vf/kdkfj;kas dks ;s ikxy gh lkekU; voLFkk esa yk ik,¡xs \rks fQj lgh ek;us esa ikxy dkSu gqvk------ \\

Thirsty,

It's been a while;

Stifled breaths,

A shimmering haze,

I feel lonely.

A cursory glance,

Swish of a wand;

Is it a roar?

A collective sigh,

A cry of pain,

Or rambling Hope!

Steely grey,

An impatient wait,

The first touch,

Reborn, yet again.

Rejuvenation- Subhro Kanti Bera

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tc Hkh QqlZr ds {k.kksa esa uhe ds isM+ dh vksj ns[krk og viuh Mkyksa dks fgyk&fgykdj eq>ls ckrs djrk izrhr gksrkA dHkh yxrk mls esjs cpiu dh gj ckr ;kn gSA vDlj viuh Mkyksa ds lkFk >we&>we dj og viuh [kq'kh eq>ls izdV djrkA

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vkSj nknh lcds lkFk NksM+us ds ckn u;h cgq,¡ ?kj esa vk pqdh FkhaA ,d ds ckn ,d lkjh dPph nhokjsa iDdh gksrh pyh x;haA vc uhe ds isM+ ij dksbZ ty u p<krk FkkA ?kj esa vc uhe ds vykok esjk dksbZ iqjkuk lkFkh ugha jgk FkkA tc Hkh NqfV~V;ksa esa xk¡o tkrk uhe ds isM+ dh Nk¡o esa gh ysVrkA eq>s yxrk uhe dk isM+ vkSj eSa ,d nwljs ls ckrsa dj ldrs FksA og viuh Mkysa fgyk fgykdj eq>ls <sj lkjh ckrsa djrk izrhr gksrkA

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xk¡o esa Vhoh vkSj VªSDVj ds izos'k ds lkFk u;k tekuk vk;kA i'kqvksa dh la[;k de gksus yxhA vc ?kj esa xk; ugha gSA dkSu mBkrk gS xkscj] dgha dqN gks x;k rks\isM+ vc mnkl jgrk gSA mldh Nk;k esa [kMs+ VSªDVj ls tc Hkh /kqvk¡ fudyrk gS] mldks ?kqVu gksrh gSA bl ckj ir>M+ ds ckn mldh nks 'kk[kkvksa esa uUgha dksaiys ugha vk;hA uhe dh nksuksa Mkysa lw[k x;hA 'kk;n t+ehu ds uhps ty Lrj dkQh uhps pyk x;k

gSA [ksr&[ksr esa V~;wcosy gSaA vU/kk/kqU/k ty nksgu tkjh gSA vkt dh ih<+h dk fdlku [ksrh vkSj xk¡o lc vk/kqfud gSA

vr% uhe dh Mkysa D;ksa lw[kh] fdlh us /;ku ugha fn;kA ,d fnu et+nwj cqyokdj nksukas Mkysa dkVok nh x;haA bl ckj xk¡o x;k rks uhe Hkqtkghu euq"; dh rjg nq[kh yxkA gok ds lkFk >we&>wedj eq>ls ckrsa djusokyk isM+ cl pqipki] Ba¡wB dh Hkk¡fr [kM+k jgkA lc dqN vizR;kf'kr yxkA bl ckj eSa xk¡o ls dksbZ LQwfrZ] dksbZ uohu mRlkg ysdj ugha ykSVk FkkA okil 'kgj dh vkik/kkih Hkh ftUnxh esa vkus ij Hkh og Hkqtkghu isM+ esjh vk¡[kksa ls foLe`r u gksrkA yxkrkj dgha dqN dpksVrk jgrkA gj txg lcdqN lwuk&lwuk yxrkA yxrk thou esa dksbZ gknlk gks x;k gSA eu ugha ekuk] inazg fnu ds Hkhrj gh NqfV~V;k¡ ysdj okil xk¡o ykSVkA

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nhokjksa] og cpiu dh esjh dksBjh] nknh] nknk lHkh rks ,d&,d djds NksM+rs pys x;s FksA fdUrq ;g isM+------! eSa tkurk Fkk fd esjh vafre lk¡l rd esjh gj NqV~Vh dk bartkj djrk jgsxkA ijUrq u;h ih<+h dks rks viuh ilan dk gkWy cuokus ds fy;s mlh Hkwfe dh vko';drk Fkh] tgk¡ ;g vHkkxk isM+ FkkA

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ckr dh olh;r djuh iM+sxh fd muds ckn muds yxs isM+ ikS/kksa dh j{kk dh ftEesnkjh mudh lEifRr ikus okys dh gksxh] vius cPPkksa ds lkFk ekuo isM+ ikS/kksa dks Hkh D;k cPpksa dh rjg ugha ikyrk gSaA

ân; fonh.kZ gks x;k gSA vk¡[kksa esa vk¡lw vc :d ugha ikrs gSaA esjk lkFkh] esjk fpj fe= pyk x;kA yxrk gS dksbZ eq>s >d>ksj jgk gSA ------

^^vkt mBksxs ugha D;k\NqV~Vh gS rks D;k lksrs gh jgksxs** js'kw us eq>s txkrs gq, cksykA ^^vkt ge 'kke dks xk¡o tk jgs gSaA rqe

rS;kjh dj ysukA** eSa mldh ckr vulquk djrs gq, dgrk gw¡A vpkud

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jkse&jkse fe= fo;ksx lgksAiquhr ijEijk :M+dh ou dh&

'kqHk eqgwÙkZ gS cdj dgksAA**lwr th ds tknqbZ eU=ksa ds izHkko ls lEiw.kZ lHkk esa uohu mRlkg dk lapkj gks x;kA lHkk dks lEcksf/kr djrs gq, lwr th us dgk &^^gs eqfu;ks! vkt ge vkids le{k f'kokfyd dh N=Nk;k esa fLFkr :M+dh vj.; ds uofufeZr vkJe Jh Jh 108 jk/kkd`".k Hkou dh efgek dk o.kZu djsaxsA** 'kqdnso th us pqVdh yh] *Jheku~ vkJe dh efgek ls vkidk D;k rkRi;Z gS\* lEiw.kZ lHkk Bgkdksa ls xw¡t mBhA vius dFku ls mRiUu vleUtl dks Hkk¡irs gq, lwr th us dgk]**izrh{kk djsa eqfuoj] vkJe ds izR;sd {ks= ij foLr `r foo spuk dh tk;sxhA**

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fujk'k dj fn;k rks vkJeokfl;ksa us Hkwfery ij gh foJke djuk mfpr le>kA Hkwfery dh fLFkfr vkirdkyhu jkgr f'kfoj tSlh gks x;hA is;ty dh leqfpr O;oLFkk u gksus ij lEiw.kZ vkJe =kfg&=kfg dj mBkA fu'kkpjh; izo`fÙk dks tkjh j[kus ds fy;s vkJeokfl;ksa dks dkWVys o xaxk vkJe dh dSaVhu dk lgkjk ysuk iM+rkA -------**

**-------Jh Jh 108 jk/kkd`".k vkJe dk lokZf/kd izHkko lIre~ ry ds okfl;ksa ij n`f"Vxkspj gksrk gSA czãp;Z vkJe esa gh mUgsa laU;kl vkJe ls lk{kkRdkj djuk iM+kA lkalkfjd eksg ek;k ls mudk fo'okl mB x;k gSA dHkh&dHkh muds n'kZu d{kkvksa esa gks tkrs gSaA vU;Fkk os vkokxeu esa viuk le; O;FkZ ugha djrsA** dqN {k.k foJke dj lwr th iqu% cksys]^^vkJeokfl;ksa esa vkewy pwy ifjorZu vk x;k gSA euksjatu ds fofHkUu lk/kuksa rFkk iqjkus [ksyksa izfrokj] lkezkt;ksa dk ;qx] nq"VekfQ;k dk iqu% mn~Hko gks jgk gSA lnSo lewg esa jgus ds dkj.k vc mUg s a jktsUnz vkJe ds fuHkhZd tokuksa ls Hk;Hkhr gksus dh

vko';drk ugha gSA** Jh Jh 108 jk/kkd`".k vkJe ds okfl;ksa

dh ihM+k ls fog~oy 'kqdnso th dh vk¡[kas Hkj vk;haA ok.kh dks la;r djrs gq, os cksys]**vkJeokfl;kssa dks vkSj Hkh ewykf/kdkjksa dk R;kx djuk iM+k\**

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'kqdnso th ls vc u jgk x;kA dqfir Loj esa mUgksaus ?kks"k.kk dh]**:M+dh ou ds bu dksey iq"iksa ds lkFk ,slk vU;k;iw.kZ O;ogkj djus dk jktxq# oklqfd dks dksbZ vf/kdkj ugha gSA ge leLr eqfux.kksa ds le{k ;g izLrko j[krs gSa fd rRdky izHkko ls jktxq# oklqfd dk Jki u"V fd;k tk,A**

**bldh dskbZ vko';drk ughaA nSod`ik ls tc jktxq# oklqfd dks Hkh jk/kkd`".k vkJe esa gh vkJ; feyk rks mUgsa viuh Hkwy dk ,glkl gks x;kA mUgksaus vius Jki dks Lo;a gh u"V dj fn;kA ijUrq :M+dh ou esa lHkh dk;Z fuf'pr eUFkj xfr ls gh gksrs gSA vr% vkJeokfl;ksa dks U;k; feyus esa foyEc LokHkkfod gSA **lHkk dk ;w¡ ldkjkRed lekiu lqu lEiw.kZ lHkk lk/kw&lk/kw dh g"kZ/ofu ls xqatk;eku gks mBhA

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