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

for reposing such a great confidence on me and my parents. Lal Salam, my dear brother and sister comrades, and I am to inform you that I am married, but it is broken, only for carrying out the unfinished task of my parents. It is time for every citizen of the country to think about the common man. What his needs are? Are we fighting for his food, clothing and shelter? Not heavens will come for us, nor hells may turn to be heavens overnight. We are the subjects and we are the objects of our own destiny. Nobody needs to be blamed. The defects if any could be found in our system itself. The possible solution to correct the rotten system is to destroy it from its’ gross roots.

Well comrades, for the disappearance of morals and ethics in the society, who else should be blamed?”

“Our ancestors” One of them answered.

“No, they only formed morals and ethics, in the later years, they have become customs and traditions, which are now passed on to us for legal binding, rather than moral and ethical binding. But, we have been destroying them.

“Who are responsible for the heinous crimes?”

“The cops” Another one replied.

“No” She said.

“The weaken laws of the land” one of the militants suggested.

“No, not at all, how could you blame the cops for the crimes committed by the individuals and by the groups? And why should we find fault with the cops, who are the protectors of the laws of the land, for the crimes committed by the people.” She took a pause.

Nobody tried to answer her.

“I feel that it is the need of the hour, which instigates anybody to commit an offence. If crime is committed due to poverty, not the individuals, but the society should be blamed, since it failed to satisfy their hunger. Now I put it to you, who are responsible for our brother and sister comrades losing their valuable lives? “

“The cruel cops, the cruel cops” They all said in single voice.

The Professor was happy that she was excelling her parents in motivating the comrades.

“No, I am sorry I don’t accept your accusation.” She took a U- turn.

“What?” The Professor was shocked.

“Please give me some time professor. Well my dear comrades, when somebody wrongly guided you, and made you involve in serious crimes, how could you expect the state to keep silent, and blame the cops?” She said seriously.

The Professor could scent that she was deviating from their ideology, for the reasons best known to her.

“My dear comrades, I put it to you frankly that isn’t the Professor responsible for losing the precious lives of our brother and sister comrades?” She busted out.

It was expected by the Professor, though he suspected her in the eleventh hour, he could not hold her back. But, it was an unexpected thing for the comrades. Her accusation against the member of the central committee, not only reflecting on his cruel conduct and character, but also a severe setback to the movement.

After leading forty years of his unquestionable leadership, the Professor failed for the first time in assessing his lady comrade. He never thought that Dr. Honey would turn to be pro-cop.

“You dirty devil, are you mad or what?” The Professor got annoyed.

“I am not mad Professor, I am only narrating the past events with facts to my collegue comrades”

“You bloody bitch.”

“Professor, will you please stop losing your temper? I still respect your age. I have gone through the diary of my mum. Even at the age of seventy plus, you are trying to hoodwink the good-looking women, and the minor girls are no exception. Bloody shame on your part!”

“Shut up, you double standred lady. Don’t play with the organization. I could assess that you are win over and have become a covert to cops” The professor grew wild and shouted.

“Mr.Professor, you are trying to divert the attention of the comrades.And better learn manners first. Before making a comment, one has to cross check himself twice and then only one can throw blame the person responsible. And you must also learn to respect woman. I hope abusing and ill treatment of women is not there in the party’s Manifesto”

“You bloody head strong lady, what nonsense are you talking? I will kill you devil”

“Mr. Professor you are not an omnipotent to curse me, after all you are also a humanbeing. And I am not a kid or a minor to fear you. Please don’t forget your wisdom, maintain dignity, and decorum of your position in the party. I know all your foolies and the facts. I know who designed, made the sketch, and planned the assassination of my parents.” She said utmost confidently.

The Professor was shocked on hearing the dreadful secret. He couldn’t see straight into her eyes.

“My dear comrades I know he doesn’t have any answer. He cheated not only you and me and for that matter evens the party. He committed blunders, and most heinous crimes. He is a criminal in the guise of leadership. Having known more and more about this shameless creature, it is time for all of us to think and rethink whether to continue under his leadership or to quit from the organisation”

“No, comrades don’t believe her.This inexperienced lady with her half knowledge has been speaking all lies. Comrade Anthony Kumar was caught and done to death by cops in a fake encounter. The Additional D.G Counter Intelligence, Mrs. Rebecca Solomon and Dr.Glady were killed by the Indian Mujahedeen, when they both travelled in the vehicle of Mrs. Rebecca. It was quite unfortunate that we have lost a sincere and dedicated comrade. But, this lady is a bloody betrayer, and is won over by cops, and she deserves to be shot dead.” The Professor took out an A.K 47 rifle from one of his bodyguards and aimed at her.

Dr. Honey cocked her 9mm pistol and aimed at his forehead.

The count down began.

57

Arjun and Honey kissed each other. It was very special for them, since it was their first kiss as life partners. They were on bed in compromise position, ready to gush in.

In India neither the traditions nor customs come in between the newly wedded couple, as the wedlock in the neck of the bride is a license legally and morally, welcoming the husband. Now both are given liberty to do anything, leave alone kissing, pressing, hugging, and rolling, bull crossing or even beyond, whichever enjoyment they want.

Customs, traditions and solemnization of marriage may differ from country to country. But the ultimate between man and woman in the world is the cohabitation of both for reproduction of off springs for carrying out the world civilizations.

“What have you done in the Police Academy Arju?” She tried to draw his attention.

He just stopped playing with her upper with his hands and pulled her tight and kissed her for some more time.

“You naughty” She was feeling rather discomfort to take respite.

He then trying to lift her under garment with his right hand.

She beat him on his hand and pulled his hand and put her two legs crossed and tight not even allowing air to pass.

“My God! You are a tough woman to handle.”

“Yes of course, don’t forget to handle with care.” She pushed him away.

“Why don’t you open dear, and let me see and enjoy” He was trying to pull her under garment again.

“You crazzy! Are you mad after sex? My God how to bear this sadist hubby althrough my life?”

“Don’t complain anybody dear, even Gods’ are crazy after that”

“Do you have women trainees in the Academy?”

“Yes, ofcourse, and why are probing dear?”

She thought the worst. But, she reserved it.

“Do you suspect my bonafides dear?”

“Yes, why only I, everbody will suspect you”

“No women trainee does suspect me dear. In fact they have all praise for me as a good boy?”

“I don’t think so, and I doubt that there also you might have made mess of things, tried violenterly the woman trainees or attempted them forcibly. Perhaps unable to bear your michivous beheaviour you might have been sent out of the academy.”She put him in an embarassed situation.

“Why do you belittle me dear? Don’t you have confidence in your hubby?”

“Yes of course, but I have my own doubts.”

“Why are you so firm and rigid in forming negative opinion against me dear?”

“Because, you’re quite emotional Arju.”

“It is all past dear, and now I am a professional Police Officer you know.”

“That means you are licensed to do whatever you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course with a little correction. It is not a license given to me to misbehave or take law into my hands, but to do away with culprits, as whenever judgment is pronounced by the Almighty, I just carry out that, as a delivery boy that’s all dear”
“But, it is not what aunty wished you Arju.”

“Yes, and I do agree with you dear. But, when once it is clearly established the hand of the cops in the brutal murder of my parents, how could I keep silence. They dreamt of a peaceful society, where people should move without fear. They tried their best to achieve it in their life time. But, it costed their lives.

I whole heartedly admit that I am not Mahatma to pardon the assassins of my parents dear. Anyway my means justified the ends. It is all about me as a Police man. Then what about you? What have you done, as a commander of the armed squad, in the banned organization dear?”

“Wonderful officer! Don’t be over smart? I know, you are pretending to be innocent. Everybody knows that the cops are so intelligent. I know that you cops have published a book on our organization, exposing all our follies.”

“Sorry dear, I promise, we know nothing concrete from your side. Whatever is published, it is only hearsay and presumptions only.”

“So you really want me to speak A to Z of my journey with my comrades in the organization?”

“Yes dear, I am anxiously waiting to know your sweet memories.”

“What sweet memories? Are you joking?”

“Sorry dear, I mean hot memories.”

“Mister, don’t miss compare things, I call them bad experiences’’

“Okay dear, pardon me please” He held his ears with his hands crossed.

“Okay admonished”

“Welcome my Goddess of beauty. I am eager to hear your sweet voice dear” He said in a most fascinating way.

She held her smile in between her teeth and lip, not to be seen by him, fearing he would again try another naughty play.

“Tell me dear, I am anxiouly awiting”

“You creazy” She said.

And she tried to recollect her experiences with her comrades and the tribal people, dwelling in the villages, abating the forest.

58

All the comrades, including the youth, the students, the women, and the aged got inspired, by Dr. Honey. She rendered excellent service through her treatment, nursing and good care providing safety and security to them from the hands of the grey hounds, octopus, National Investigation Agencies all through these years. Soon she won their love and affection. She also motivated them through her zeal and enthusiasm to serve their country and the people through love and affection, made them to realize their duties and responsibilities towards their motherland.They forgot that they are insurgents and associated themselves with the left wing extremisim, and the offences they had commited.Henceforth, they decided to join the main stream of the society under her leadership and to serve their nation.

“I wonder how could it be possible, didn’t your Professor sense it dear?”

“Yes of course, he might have understood and also tried his best and played all possible tricks to gun down me”

“Then what was your stand dear? Who saved you from the professor? Was it due to the mercy of your Professor you were survived?”

“Stop talking nonsense Arjun, and don’t’ underestimate women. Please remember that I have spent three years in exile in the dense forests and in deep terrains without anybody’s mercy”

“I am sorry dear. I just want to know your velour, as how you attacked the Professor as Jhansi-Ki- Rani? (The famous Indian Princess of velour,