The Night with Rs. 2 - (Part 3) The end of the night.

Back in the hotel room. The lanky one spoke  "Chutia samjha hai kya. Abhi to tujhse kaffi kaam hai. Tu adequted jo hai".

Then the lanky one spoke with others in a language Harish did not understand and the next thing he knew was that he was given a list on a sheet of paper and that paper had a few numbers. he was asked to add these numbers and tell them its average.  Harish did that without any resistance this time as he wanted to gain some confidence. He also was asked to file a few documents and format the laptop. he was also asked to measure a few substances, most probably drugs and document them.  This went on for a while.

As the new day was about to rise. These men again blind folded Harish and took him and dropped him at a place. He was asked to open his blindfold exactly after 3 minutes. This he did and he was free. Harish knew that the whole night, he had helped out in some form of crime but he could not prove. But he could. He suddenly remembered that he had the mobile phone. He immdeiately called his friends, arranged a good lawyer and rushed to a police station to lodge a complaint.

One Month Later :-

The police had managed to track down 5 men who had kept him that night and also cracked their shady business. The lanky one was as it turned out a criminal named Chota Jummur and it was the mobile phone which had helped in tracking down these men.

As for Harish his thumb and index fingers are healing right now but the nights still haunt him. The only thing he asked the police was to keep his identity secret in the media reports of this case as he wants to live life happily and not as a hero. Infact he believes he was just a survivor in the storm which came suddenly one December Night.

The night with Rs. 2. A short Story. (part 2)

 "Toh iska kya kare". Asked the shorter one. Lanky one said "yeh padhaku lagta hai paise nahi to aapna kaam karwa lehte hai". Harish was then blindfolded and his hands were tied and after a walk of about 5 minutes he was pushed inside a rickshaw and then he was droven somewhere. When they opened his blindfold... he was inside a nicely decorated room. It was obviously a hotel room. Harish also saw that there were other men in the room. 

But the man he observed the most was the lanky fellow who had hit him previously. They opened up his hands. The Lanky fellow showed Harish a laptop with a internet connection and told him to open his email. When Harish protested, he was hit hard on his back with a large belt. Still Harish did not open his email. Thats  when his hands were hold up again and his left hands thumb was smashed with a hammer.

Awwwwau.

Then to make the point clear his left index finger was smashed with the hammer.
Aaaahh....

Harish was now in terrible pain and he opened his email and then copy tasted a email already typed in the mail body and sent it to email ids which they gave him. The mail body itself was in english but in code, so he could not understand what was being sent.

The men also spoke within themselves in a language which he did not understand. It was 4.30 am now and the early morning city had already started rising. The pain was hurting Harish's fingers but he also felt a dread. What was in the mail. He had sent it. What was going to happen to him.

Suddenly he felt another slap on his face. He turned and saw that the lanky one was angry again. He also saw that they were going to tie him again and the lanky one had slapped him to get his attention.

Harish ran fast and this even took him by surprise. This turned out to be a mistake as he immediately realised that he was followed by 6 to 7 armed men. In less than 30 seconds they managed to catch him. Then he was trashed.

His eye was swollen now and his stomach hurt and he felt that he might even had broken a rib.

But one good thing had happened due to his stupid attempt to escape. He managed to steal a mobile phone from one of the men. Now only if he could be alone for a moment. Harish smartly switched it off for now. He had a chance now a minor one but a chance never the less.

Back in the hotel room. The lanky one spoke  "Chutia samjha hai kya. Abhi to tujhse kaffi kaam hai. Tu adequted jo hai".

To be continued....

A story by Ninad.

The night with Rs. 2. A short Story.

December is a lovely month.

 The christmas sprit is in the air and even if you dont believe in christianity, you always feel good when the atmosphere around you is fun. 

Harish had a just finished a busy but a satisfying day in office and he went for a drink with his collegues. It was a group of four guys and hence the conversation rolled and more liquor poured. Eventually at 12.10 they decided to call it the night. Harish decided that he will take a taxi to reach home. He checked his wallet and found he just had two rupees. 

So he went to the nearest atm to withdraw money. But alas his card got sucked in by the machine. Now he had no money and no card and it was 12.30 in the night. Calmly he decided to walk to station and catch a train back home. As he walked, the empty roads presented a vast contrast to the people filled noisy ones he was used to seeing at day. 

They say mumbai never sleeps.

 He smiled and thought, well its sound asleep now. He had almost reached station and it was quarter to one. He climbed the footover bridge and caught the train. As stations passed he fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a dark place. 

The train was now empty. He looked at his wrist watch. The glow in the dark dial told him it was 3 in the night. He was in the train yard. He took out his cell phone for some light and discoved that it had no battery. It had gone dead.

 So he groped in the darkness with his hands to find a way forward. Eventually he reached the door and he he jumped out of the train. It was dark outside too but he could see something now. It helped that the moon and stars were prominently visible and functioning that day. He started walking towards a source of light when suddenly he found himself surrounded by four men. The tall and lanky one approached him and before Harish could react, he was slapped. Harish tried to move away but the other three men quickly lunged forward and pinned him. 

The lanky one spoke." Paise nikal". Harish told he had no money with him. Lanky one . 

"Chutia samjha hai kya. Nikal warna aur maruga". He looked me in the eyes and he saw blood shot eyes. Perhaps these men were drug addicts. But they were all strong. He told them that he had no money with me again and they checked his wallet and threw it away in frustration. The two rupee coin was still sitting safely in his pant.

 "Toh iska kya kare". Asked the shorter one. Lanky one said "yeh padhaku lagta hai paise nahi to aapna kaam karwa lehte hai". Harish was then blindfolded and his hands were tied and after a walk of about 5 minutes he was pushed inside a rickshaw and then he was droven somewhere. When they opened his blindfold...

A story by Ninad


To be continued.... Please comment on the Story so far.

Passion - find it and life shall never bore you.

Its a new year. But it will get old soon and then what.

Resolutions will be broken. Life will be the same again.

I wish I could write on what can you do to keep passion alive. But I cant. I cant write on it as I dont know it myself.

But you will know what your passion is. You have to. If you dont ... think, and you will find it.

But once you have found it, keep it as your goal, your priority. Its your passion which will make you happy in life.

Money. Its important. If you can earn it through your passion, good for you but if it cant, try . If you still cant make money, do things which earn money for you but also set aside time for your passion. Its your passion which makes you unique. Keep it alive. And you will live.