I am not Mahatma by Harshavardhan C (win 10 ebook reader .TXT) 📖

lion we have to arrange a prey. I have used exactly the same strategy against Mr. Rau, a lion among the cops by arranging two sharp shooters only to fish you out from the protection of your body guards and forces. Now you are finished officer and I wish you in advance let your soul live in peace” The Professor triggered his AK47.

There was rapid fire and it gushed out one magazine full of bullets. The OSD crooked down like a bird in the storm and he died instantaneously with multiple bullet injuries. There was complete disfiguration of his body as a mark of vengeance for the encounters he did. The Professor took away his service pistol and telescopic gun. The other comrades of the arm’s squad searched his pockets and found a purse and handed over to the Professor.

The latter checked it and found an old black and white photograph and read on its back the name ‘Renuka’

It was a surprise to the Professor, who noticed that ‘Renuka’ was no other than Mrs. Rebecca Solomon. It was about forty years back photograph of Mrs. Rebecca Solomon, when she was about ten years old. The Professor understood the teenage love story of the OSD and he could assess the rest of the things.

Before her marriage with Mr. Solomon Raj, the young love Miss. Renuka got herself converted to the Christianity and changed her name as Rebecca.

“I am so proud of you comrades. Do you know our achievement today?” The Professor said quite emotionally.

There was an absolute serenity. Though the Professor was in jubilant mood, nobody dared to respond him equally, because they knew his short temper and he might react anytime either good or bad.

The Professor was continuing.

“We have killed the dragon, the hero of the Grey Hounds, the right hand of Mrs. Rebecca Solomon. Remove his clothes, undress him, dragged the dead body to the road point and throw it on the four lane junction so that no cop here after shall dare to do encounter either true or fake“The Professor passed an order.

“Lal Salam, [Red salute] Lal Salam, Lal Salam” The comrades raised revolutionary slogans.

The revolutionary slogans didn’t come out from the bottom of their hearts. As no Gladiator had such a narrow mind to defame the dead, the War Heroes. Though, they did not outburst but they felt it in their heart of hearts.

“Lal salam my dear comrades, do what I say at once, and join me in the next operation” The Professor left the place.

While leaving the dead body, he took away the mobile phone of the OSD along with the photograph of baby Renuka.

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Chapter: 55

Mrs. Rebecca Solomon was in black veil, and was travelling in a call taxi.

The mobile phone of Mrs. Rebecca Solomon was ringing. She opened her mobile. It was a call from the OSD. She had utmost trust on him, as he used to advise her in most critical situations.

“Madam, if you don’t’ mind, can I take your precious time for just few minutes”

“Why not, and what is this, Mr. Rau? You are most welcome. You need not take my permission, even at odd hours also either to meet me or talk to me, and feel free to tell me, what’s the matter?”

“Thank you Madam, by the way I have the photograph of Miss. Renuka”

“What!”

“Yes madam”

“Really, where is it? How could you get it?”

“It is with one V.I.P, since about forty year’s madam”

“May I know who the poor chap is?”

“Sure, sure madam, definitely you have to know it madam. Miss. Renuka is his kindergarten mate, whom he still loves madam”

She was shocked at first. She was speechless for some time. She tried to recollect her sweet memories of her school days. But she could neither recollect, nor to identify him. It was quite unfortunate that Mr. X was not in the frame of her sweet remembrances.

“Madam, please don’t’ puzzle yourself. Of course, she may not know him, nor does she love him at all”

“I am sorry Mr. Rau. I am feeling a lot on hearing one side love story of Mr. X. Is he so crazy to be called as ‘the world’s greatest mad lover?’ Anyway, I admire him so much for not fighting for her, except feeling for her and may I know who is he?”

“Madam, you know he has sacrificed his personal life, and leading lonely life as a confirmed bachelor all through these years”

“Really! Hat’s off to the world’s greatest mad lover” She complimented Mr. X.

“Madam, please don’t’ be so emotional. It is not an unknown fact that the Goddess of love always lives in abstracts but the innocent lovers are only cursed by the fate. They only carry the Goddess of love in palanquin on their shoulders. But they can neither see her nor worship her”

“Mr. Rau,” She tried to talk to him.

But in the meanwhile, the Professor disconnected the call. She tried to get him, thinking that still she was talking to the OSD, but the Professor switched off the mobile.

She didn’t know that Mr. Rau was killed quite brutally by the Professor, and the latter picked up his mobile, after finishing him. And the Professor used the mobile and contacted her, as if he were the OSD, by using the technology of adapting the voice of the OSD, the worst impersonation in the history of terrorism and an unbecoming act of the leader of the central committee.

Now, the future of Mrs. Rebecca Solomon and Dr. Glady D’souza was revolving round the mystery of the mobile phone of Mr. Rau.

If Mrs. Rebecca Solomon chased the mystery, they would be saved.

Chapter: 56

The most romantic moment in the air. A good time for romance, a congenial atmosphere, with absolute serenity coupled with dim light in the international flight, facilitating the already boarded passengers, who by then settled in their seats with seat belts.

“I just can’t believe what all has happened till now. I still feel that I am in may day dreams or if some miracle might have taken place or otherwise how could two different personalities have come closer and oblige our love” Honey expressed her feelings freely, while Arjun was locking their seat belts in the flight

“Why are you not answering me? Don’t forget that I am your better half. Please answer me Arju”

Dr. Arjun just smiled at her.

“I am in severe stress Arju, please tell me”

“Trust me dear, she is safe and forever she will be safe. It is not only my assurance, it is a heart full promise made by my mum to me dear. I think now you are happy”

She smiled very pleasantly and kept her head on his shoulders comfortably. The flight was about to land in the Indira Gandhi International Air Port, New Delhi in another half an hour.

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It was at the same time, what was happening on the land is known to the whole world, except those who are in the flights.

“I am to state that it is an Operation Recall. Now all the armed squads are brought to one central point. I hope all the Commanders and Deputy Commanders have kept their squads ready waiting for my call. Remember it is not an action plan against any individual. But as we all are experienced and witnessed several set backs on our side. We have not only lost our lot of arms and ammunition, material and money, but also there have been severe loss of lives of our brothers and sisters, who are all important comrades.

All our losses are due to their sustained plans, sabotage of our comrades, taking advantage of some of our weaknesses, social voices and selfish ends. Some of us are won over by petty tips of the cops. Some are influenced by cops with false promises like rewards, rehabilitation, lifting of criminal cases, free education to children, providing free houses, financing the surrendered comrades to start business of their choice to grow economically to lead luxurious life in the modern society, with all amenities, necessary comforts with better life on their own.

But is it the life we want? If we succumb to state or any of their agencies, there is no difference between the boss and the beggar? We should not feel that we are either pimps or prostitutes or even less than them. Even the prostitute has certain ethics. When once she accepts and is booked for the night she will not sell her flesh to anybody other than that customer, even if the others offer billions of rupees. But remember that how cruel the cops are? They have neither morals nor ethics. They are bloody criminals in uniform. Hope you all have understood my message and our ideology. Now are you ready to take oath on one’s own self-consciousness?” The Professor asked quite emotionally and waited for their reply.

“Yes, Professor we are all ready to take pledge and ready to sacrifice ourselves for our ideology.”

“I accept the unanimous verdict from you comrades. But I only fear about betrayers”

He still doubted that some of them may be the supporters of Mrs. Glady. But, he took all precautions and selected all minors for armed squads, trained them personally, hypnotized them, injected his ideology into every square inch of their nerve, hatred towards the state, its systems, and finally the law of the land.

“Now hear me comrades, our class enemies are betrayers of our organization first, and then the cops responsible for the false encounters, the Home Minister and finally the Chief Minister of the state, whose policy is suppression and oppression of the movement.

The Grey Hounds have been brutally killing our comrades and trying to put down our movement by all means. They are doing away with our comrades treacherously, through clandestine operations, false encounters and finally by killing the comrades in the name of interrogation. Some cops often committed theft of money, material, arms and ammunition from our dens. They even robbed us, gang raped our sister comrades, whenever they are caught.

For cops, we are insurgents and assassins. But, for us they are hot targets, as they are known for quite brutal murders and fake encounters of our brother and sister comrades. And henceforth cruelty they name is cop. If we go on discussing about cops and their atrocities, conduct and character, we will have to hear volumes and volumes of crimes committed by them. And now I hope you all have understood who your targets are? Finish ‘Operation Recall’ successfully and we all will reassemble somewhere, of course I will inform you the venue and time, after the operation. Good luck and Lal Salam”The Professor left the place.

All the armed squads under the command of their commanders left for the operation.

The countdown began.

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A series of clay more mines are blasted under a culvert and the vehicle passing on it was blown to pieces, and fell helter skleter, and none of the inmates of the vehicle including the drive are alive and there remained only debries. It was cop’s vehicle belonging to the Additional Director General of police, grey hounds.

It was at the same time there was an extensive fire through long range automatic weapons on the vehicle passing through village route.There was not even a half an inch gap in between bullet to bullet hole on the vehicle.There was no chance of survival of any of the inmates in the vehicle.

And it was a call taxi.

55

“Now, tell me ladies and gentlemen, what is the ideology of the Militants?

Is law protected in this world?

Is there any guarantee for human life in this world?

If so who can protect us?

If not, who else can be blamed?” The retired D.G .Mr. Adhikari I.P.S waited for their reply.

Nobody could answer him.

“I know it is certainly difficult for anybody to answer my questions”

“But, there should be certainly some answer or the other to the man created problems sir.” One of the trinees suggested rather answered him.

“Yes of course, and I appreciate your initiative. But I don’t think there are. Anyway, let us go from macro to micro.