"76 soldiers of Central Reserve Police Force were killed in a Maoist Attack---Turning emotional,our honourable Home Minister PC said in a choked voice that he had resigned from the ministry owning moral responsibility in the wake of the massacre, but Prime Minister rejected it reposing confidence in him" said the newspaper headlines.
My nerves got heated up.I wanna do something.I wanna change something...(But ,as usual, i did nothing to change the existing...here comes the problem of INDIA ). A violent argument started between me and my dad.we both were continuosly swearing PC for being just a "VAI SOL VEERAR" and doing all the scam works behind the screen.My dad ,unknowingly ,pulled Karthick Chidambaram into the picture.we explored the entire scam history of PC and also about his CONFUSED election victory in Sivaganga constituency. After some 45 mins of non-stop cursing we ended it. Things were back to normal and so my nerves.
Then,I returned back to hostel pavilion.I was watching the closing ceremony of IPL 2010.Mr.Lalit Modi,Honourable chairman of IPLs,was on the mike...He portrayed the IPLs are clean and transparent.I was waiting for the moment of CSK lifting the trophy,but in the middle,this Modi irritated me to the core with his 3 pages of pre-written portrayals.My nerves got heated up on listening to his foxy speech.As usual,the heat went in vain.
On one fine afternoon of my study holidays, i was into a book called "ESSENTIALS OF MANAGEMENT by H.KOONTZ" that says some blah-blah about Z-Theory.Thats all, that magical z-theory pushed me into another state called "NAP",where
I was watching TV with my Dad and amma was outta home.Suddenly a Black Colored Bolero braked at the entrance of our house.Unbelivable!!!!! those two, P.Chidambaram and Lalit Modi ,got down from that Bolero and entered inside my house.(DONT ASK ME HOW,WHY!!!! I DONNO!!!! I JUST DREAMT)
Af if ,we were expecting their arrival, myself and my dad poured some bottles of Petrol on those two dignities and burnt them in our kitchen.Then ,as usual ,Police came,enquired and bla-bla...I donno how my dad managed to escape from the police.After the enquiry,the police decided that it was me who did that crime single-handed and they dragged me in to the jail.
After all these ,My mom came in to the picture and i could see her reddish face with all tears saying "Pappoo, I'm proud of u and U HAVE SACRIFICED FOR UR DAD....
Thats all i remember....I heard my friend screaming "DURGAAAAA, it's time for TEA"..
I blinked for a while and then instantly i felt safe.."GOD!!! i'm no longer in jail..me and my Dad are no longer criminals...my mom is no longer worried...It was just a dream...My heart says,"YOU ARE SAFE ...YOU ARE SAFE...YOU ARE SAFE"
Then ,as usual, I went back to normal state taking that particular Management book in my hand..But my mind was somewhere else.....thinking
"I'M SAFE NOW ....BUT WHEN WILL MY COUNTRY BE SAFE??? WHO WILL SAVE MY INDIA FROM THE FALSE HANDS OF SCAM???? IF I DO SUCH THING IN REAL LIFE ,WILL MY MOM BE REALLY PROUD OF THAT??? OR MY DAD WILL ASSIST ME FOR THAT???"
Where is the SOLUTION????
I went back to the z-theory ,with the only satisfaction that I SACRIFICED SOMETHING FOR MY DAD in the dream atleast
PS: Please dont blame me for the two names i've mentioned.They just came in my nap..My anger is against the entire scam
