Saturday, December 1, 2012

Your vote could change my life.....

 On a cold winter night, when you feel all down and out and trust no more in the institution called love,  this story will cheer you up and make you believe and want to fall in love all over again!!

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"A journey called love" - My entry for the Get Published contest


Being in love.

That phase of life when the head feels light and the heart heavy!  When you don't seem to walk, you just glide. When you lose your appetite for food because you have just gained appetite for someone's sweetness. When you don't get a wink of sleep, but are perpetually dreamy.

Really?

Nonsense!

If you went on like this, you would end up famished, woozy and ......in the hospital? Don't get me wrong. I am not against love. But love happens with the eyes open, not in your dreams. Because if you think it does, then you'd probably wake up to a shocking reality, whenever you do, that is.

Love is, being there, when you need each other.  Love is, when you fight for each other and not against . Love is, when one person's win does not mean the other person's loss. It is, when either you win together or both lose together. Love is, when you feel free like a bird spreading its wings in the vast azure sky and not like the one trapped in a cage forever.

When appearances don't matter as much as the beauty inside. When you are sure you will hold on to each other no matter how difficult the circumstances may be. When you know you will continue to respect each other irrespective of whether you are looking in the same direction or the opposite direction.

It is heartening to see couples hold hands and look deep into each other's eyes,involved in a rather garish public display of their affections. How much of all this is real, I wonder. How many would really stand up to one another when time actually warranted it. Spending fortunes to keep each other happy was one thing, and being happy because they were fortunate to have one another was quite another. Only time could tell whether they will continue doing so, when the hands don't remain or when the light of the eyes flicker out. And then maybe we could say, they rose in love, not fell in love.

Does such love exist? or is it an utopian thought? I can tell you it does! A love that transcends life and death, pleasures and pain, happiness and sorrow, the ups and downs. Let me walk you through them, so that on a cold and lonely day when you begin to question love, they may inspire you to carry on...... "a journey called love".  

 I call them my valentine couple. No, they are not related to this day, not even remotely, and I doubt they know of the existence of such a day. I remember them because they stand for what this day is supposed to signify. Unending and unconditional love for each other. 




This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The job...concluding part



part 1 

Shocked, Abhijeet opened his eyes to see Chandrakanth and Vasan standing next to him. His first instinct was to run away. But to where he wondered?

Abhijeet saw the two closing in on him. He looked for ways to escape, but he knew there was none. The place had neither doors nor windows nor staircases. Just a lift. And entry to it was now completely blocked by the two towering men who stood menacingly around him. He felt trapped.

“So what have you managed to find out?” Chandrakanth demanded to know.

“Mr.Chandrakanth, what you are doing is very wrong,” Abhijeet managed to find his voice; “you cannot do this to these people.”

“Oh, shut up!” said his boss, waving his hand in the air, “you don’t be the judge of that. We pay them enough.”

“Money can never be the substitute for the risk you are putting them through. You cannot justify your inhumanity and…”
Angered, Chandrakanth tried to land a hard slap across his face even before he could complete his sentence. But Abhijeet turned in the nick of time and his boss’s hand hit his protective head gear instead, making him yelp in pain.

“Ahh…you swine, this will show you your rightful place.” Undoubtedly the bigger of the two, Chandrakanth caught his hands and pinned him down. He was trying to choke Abhijeet.

As he struggled to break free, he thought of Sahana and his parents, he thought of the hard way he had come up in life, and now when things had just started looking up, he could not afford to die like this.

Mustering every ounce of strength in his legs he pulled his knee in and keeping his head in alignment with his knee, he moved his head and straightened out all in one swift movement. He put his foot in between Chandrakanth’s knees, and pulled him in. Chandrakanth was on the ground, as Abhijeet got up and kicked him on his groin leaving the man crying in pain.

Vasan was taken aback by the quickness of the confrontation and lunged forward to help his collegue. He swiftly attacked Abhijeet from behind winding his arms tightly around his target. Abhijeet held onto his attacker’s arms, and stepped on his foot and bowing down, head butted him using the back of his head. Next he used his elbow to attack the abdomen. Vasan fell down and Abhijeet struck his back with hands joined together and using the edge of his hand as a weapon.

As both men struggled to get up, he found a fire extinguisher on the wall nearby, and pulled it out and aimed it at Chandrakanth’s face. The extinguisher failed to spray, and seeing Chandrakanth stand up, he threw the heavy metal cylinder at the man.

He ran to the lift, with both men chasing him and closing in quickly. His body felt heavy and he could not run as fast he wanted to. He suddenly realised he was still wearing the heavy disinfectant spray pipe and canister around his waist that he had taken from the staffer in unit 2. Before the two men could catch up, he took a deep breath and tightened his grip around the pipe and aiming directly at the eyes of both of them, he let out a continuous spurt of the liquid, unheeding of the cries of pain let out by his victims.

 Both of them were completely blinded for the moment. As Vasan cowered, Chandrakanth tried to grab him but missed. Abhijeet threw the empty canister on him landing it on his boss’s head.  As both tried hard to regain their composure, Abhijeet seized the opportunity and ran to the lift and emerged out of it moments later, beads of perspiration dripping down his forehead.

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He knew there would be car waiting behind the building with keys in it and as he ran his mind tried to form the route of escape. He was agast to see guards running towards him in the direction of the lift. He felt virtually trapped. He did not even have the spray with him anymore.

He suddenly realized that though the guards were running they failed to see him as he was still dressed in the gear of the sanitization crew, head gear included. They must have had orders to stop Abhijeet from leaving the building and in all probability the two must have forgotten to mention that he was in the crew clothing. He thanked his stars and walked out under the very nose of the security into the streets outside to the parked car behind the building. He drove straight to the discotheque where Sanjog had promised to meet him.
                                 

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As soon as the Vasan and Chandrakanth were able to see they sent an emergency message to HQ and to Samuel, their hit man.

“I want a clean job, no evidence. But before that find out what he has been able to collect from here and bring it to me. Use your entire team if needed, but he must not get away. Send someone to search his house and deploy people at all exit routes from here, mainly the route to Noida. Catch hold of his wife or his family.”

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Sanjog had been receiving the data all along, as soon as he realised Abhijeet was in danger, he sent a copy of the data, recordings and pictures to the commissioner, and to his boss. He called them up and begged for their support. This time his efforts bore fruit and a large contingent of cops was dispatched to the firm.

The basement floors were searched and the whole city was shocked at what the cops had unearthed. The place was sealed off and the staff arrested. They would need no better witnesses than the inmates themselves.

As soon as Samuel realized his bosses had been arrested, he called off the search and went underground.
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Kalra was gleaming with happiness. Their paper was the first to come out with the biggest scoop of recent times! They would be the number one selling paper! He could not stop praising Sanjog, his star reporter, and Sanjog could not stop smiling!

Sonia had visited the inmates at the hospital where they had been shifted for further treatment and when she met Sanjog, her eyes were brimming with tears. Tears of shock at the plight of the inmates and tears of gratitude for Sanjog and Abhijeet, and for Alok and Debashis.Luckily both of them were alive but looked like ghosts. It would be a long time before they were cured.

They knew more skeletons would eventually tumble out of the closet. The trustees of the charitable home were now under the scanner too and the police were probing their role in the crime..

“How can I ever thank you enough, Abhijeet,” she asked still teary eyed.

“How about letting me take you to Shimla for a holiday?” he winked.

“Hello..?” Sanjog butted in. “She’s already taken. You stay away from her, ok?”

“Then you join in too,” he mocked, “Sahana’s already there, and before she gets worried sick hearing all the news, let’s all go and surprise her” he said as the other two let out screams of delight.

                                                *******the end*********

(Disclaimer: The series is purely a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person/s or organisation. Any resemblance to anyone or anything would be completely co-incidental and unintentional.)

Monday, November 19, 2012

The job...part 6




“I don’t know how much time it will take, but it will have to be very quick. If the CCTV captures me I will have no way out. I have to complete the work before anyone has any clue of what I am up to” said Abhijeet as he spoke to Sanjog at the hotel’s discotheque. The jarring sounds made talking and listening difficult.

Sanjog had been aghast at the details Abhijeet had managed to get. He looked at the photos in Abhijeet’s mobile, and listened to the recording. The quality of the photos was okay but the recording was not too good. He also worried that if Abhijeet were to be caught; all the data would be lost. He searched his pockets and took out what looked like a pen and slid the tiny but powerful camera into Abhijeet’s hand.

“Use this. This will transmit whatever data you scan, directly to my computer. Promise me you’ll be very careful. I’ll have a car waiting for you at the back of the building with the keys in the dashboard. Meet you at Blue Moon discotheque after the job is over.”

He was also worried for the safety of Abhijeet’s wife and parents. Debashis's parents had miraculously disappeared few days after he went absconding. This time they would have to be extra careful.

“Abhijeet, till all this is over I think you should send your wife and parents to a safe place.”

Abhijeet nodded in agreement. He was also concerned about the safety of his family. He would talk to Sahana about it.

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“Sahana, it’s been long since we planned a holiday. Why don’t you go to Noida and pick up Ma and Baba and reach Shimla? I’ll join you guys by tomorrow.”

“That’s a fantastic idea!”

Sanjog had the hotel bookings ready, for Sahana and Abhijeet's parents. Sahana could not stop beaming as Abhijeet hugged her as he sent her off, barely noticing the worry behind his smile.

“See you soon, love.”


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As the day passed, Abhijeet was increasingly anxious and tried replaying the plan over and over in his head. He wondered whether he should carry any weapons on him, but he neither had any nor could he meet Sanjog and ask him for it now. He had learnt a little bit of self defense while in college, but he realised none of the strategies came to his mind now. 'Let me not worry too much, or it will take my mind off the job,' he thought.

As per the plan, Abhijeet had to get in along with the sanitization crew. It would be the safest bet, Sanjog had said. He was carrying a handkerchief soaked in chloroform in his coat pocket. It was 9.55pm. The staff would be in any time. He hid in the unit 2 lab near the changing room. Almost 10 minutes had passed before he sensed any movement.

A maintenance staffer entered with a spray into unit 2. Abhijeet quickly grabbed him from behind and covered his nose with the handkerchief dipped in chloroform. The staffer tried to resist but soon fell down unconscious. Abhijeet changed into the man’s gear and set out to the lift. He used his card and was soon in the basement.

He entered the cells one by one swiftly, clicking photos of the inmates, using Sanjog’s pen camera. He photographed the room, opening the files and clicking the contents. He had successfully finished about 30 cells and decided it would be better if he used video mode to scan all other files. The more the better. He wondered what was in the basement no.2 and whether he would have time to go there.

He was at the far end of the corridor and he could just about see the lift door. He saw the two staffers waiting for the lift. The door opened and he saw them get in and away. ‘Looks like half an hour is already up,’ he thought. A few more clicks and he would run off too.

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“Chandrakanth, I need you urgently in the 7th floor. Emergency.”

As soon as he received the message from Vasan, he knew it had to very urgent. He rushed to the 7th floor, where he saw Vasan looking at the CCTV cameras.

Chandrakanth was furious when he saw the footage.

“I always suspected the boy, we should have been more careful. I always saw him working late in the office. How did you know?”

“I went to the 2nd unit some time ago and found a man unconscious! From the ID his pocket I realised he was from the sanitization crew. I immediately came to the 7th floor  to see if anything was amiss. Imagine my horror when I saw three staffers in the basement against the regular two. Everything else seemed ok. So I checked the footage of the previous day to see if there was any change there.

The CCTV footage from yesterday showed our boy gaining access to the basement, and he was there, clicking pictures on his mobile! In fact you and Ranjeet were around when he cleverly hid himself in the nursing table.

“Where is he now?” thundered Chandrakanth.

“Subject no 32, Chandrakanth, he must be still in, we’ll get him. I have asked security to sound the emergency alarm. Hurry up. Let’s meet our hero in the basement.”

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Abhijeet was busy scanning the files with his recorder when the alarm rang. His blood froze! Had he been caught? How would he escape now? Was there an escape route? His breathing grew heavier. Was there a fire or something? Either something had gone wrong or he had been detected. He closed his eyes and prayed. He wondered if he should try running to the lift but he was at the far end.

“Snooping around my boy?”

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 read concluding part here

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The job ....part 5




Shortly the lift stopped and the doors opened. He scanned the place and saw a long corridor. He tried to see where the CCTV cameras were installed. They were indeed in place as Sanjog had described. He avoided the lights and stuck to the darker areas and quietly moved down the corridor. He could start to smell ether or chloroform all around; perhaps there was a lab here too, he thought. Then the smells became stronger.

As he turned at the corner, he saw something that he could have never anticipated in a thousand years! The corridor was filled with rows and rows of cells just big enough to hold one bed and monitoring equipment each. On most beds lay a man writhing in pain or passed out or screaming to be let out. Some of them showed aggressive behavior and were shackled. It was almost like a prison. He felt nauseous and weak.

Every word that Sanjog had said seemed to be true! There were some deadly secrets here!

He wondered if they were indeed the missing inmates. Was Alok trapped here too? Where would he find him? His head reeled and he held the wall for support.

He gathered himself  still feeling weak in the knees, but this was no time to ponder. He used his mobile to click photographs, as many as he could.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him!


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He found a nursing table nearby and for the moment it looked like a good place to hide. He quickly ran to it and hid under it just in the nick of time. He held his breath as he heard voices nearby. He put his mobile in recording mode.

“How is the subject no 16 responding to TYC1654?” asked a voice.

He thought he had heard that voice before. Who could it be?

“I had given him a dose of 4mg on day 1 and put him on increasing dose. Today is day 6 and when I administered 14 ml, he suffered a heart attack. So 12ml would be the optimum dose. The results are also better at 12 ml because he was beginning to show improvement by day 5” said the other.

“I suggest that you try out 12 ml from day 1 to 5 on 3 more subjects and monitor the results. Have them injected with the strain of staphylococcus 24A and wait for 15 days then start the treatment. If we are successful, try it on a larger group say 20 or 25. I will ask production to give us few more vials of TYC1654. Then we will file for NDI and go ahead with the official trials. Our drug will make us the undisputed number one in the world. We will have a drug more potent than Vancomycin and Rifampin!” the voice announced, quivering with excitement as he spoke the last line..


Abhijeet felt breathless. He wanted to scream.

The inmates were being used for human trials!

These poor people were being treated worse than guinea pigs! They did not deserve to be treated like that!

Any new drug had to be first tried in the lab, in vitro and then on animals like rats, monkeys etc, in vivo. When all results were satisfactory and had passed all toxicology tests, only then permission for human trial is given.

But the trials had to be carried out in controlled conditions and with volunteers only. This took a very long time. There was always a risk that some other company that is doing a similar trial finishes first and gets the patent.

So Life Biotech had been secretly conducting human trials directly without completing the mandatory animal trials. The inmates were the easiest bait; no one would look for them. So whenever they need subjects, they picked up the poor souls from the charitable home as they would do anything for money.


The voices slowly drifted away and when he could hear them no more, he quickly emerged from his hiding and ran to the lift. He didn’t need the access card to go up. He pressed G and was soon out of the building. He had been lucky this time but he wondered if he would be next time.


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He sat in his car for a very long time with tears rolling down his cheeks. They had made him accomplice without even letting him know. He had been testing and analyzing samples from not volunteers but from forcefully held people. The samples were from people who were forcefully injected with the bacteria and then treated for the same! It was all so horribly wrong!

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read part 6 
 

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