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The Love Cartridge: The Unforgiving Bullet – Chapter 6

By Joybrato Dutta

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Day – Friday, June 13, 2008
Time – 8:30 PM

Harsh regained consciousness. Vikrant was not at home. On a post-it he had mentioned that he is going out for some work and will be back by 9. Vikrant had left his car for Harsh. Harsh took the keys and ran out of the house. He was driven by anger, by fear, by sadness, by vengeance but at the end it was regret that overshadowed every other emotion. He stopped at a medical store and bought a bottle of rat poison and drove away to his house in Birsanagar.

Neha was already there, hiding behind a tree, waiting for him. She followed Harsh as he climbed up the stairs. She hid herself as soon as Harsh was unlocking the door. Vengeance blindfolded her. She blocked the lock.

Harsh didn’t realise. He poured the tablets in a bottle of Old Monk. He switched on his laptop and started typing.

Neha knew this was the opportunity. She entered the room and shot Harsh on the head. She went closer to check his body. She looks at Riya’s photo fires the remaining 5 bullets.

Cartridge Over!!!

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The Love Cartridge: The Deceitful Bullet – Chapter 5

By Joybrato Dutta

the love catridgeDay – Thursday, June 12, 2008

Time – 10:15 PM

Harsh was on his way to Ram Mandir. Enthused spirit. Alacrity in the heart. . Although it was a rainy day but the adrenaline rush glued Harsh’s feet to the accelerator, while his palm answered Vikrant’s call.

“Haan Vik wassup man”

“Wassup ke bachhe kahan pahuncha hai”

“Bas aur 10 minute mein pahunch jaunga

“Sahi hai Riya ko pick karne ke baad call karna”

“Pukka karta hun”

“Chal best of luck. Happy journey”

Harsh disconnected the call

Thud!!!!!!! Screeeeech!!!!!!

Harsh’s vehicle hit something. He manoeuvres the steering as fast as he could and stops the car just before it could crash against a tree. He steps out of his car. To his misfortune he finds a little girl lying on the street. He runs towards her. She was unconscious and covered in blood. Panic struck. He lifted the girl and put her in the car. Amidst this chaos Harsh drops his phone on the road without realising.

He takes the little girl to the hospital, where she is taken to the emergency ward. Harsh looks at his watch which was wrapped around his blood stained wrists. It was 11:30 PM. He looks for his phone, but is unable to find it. His clothes were soaked in the little girl’s blood. He runs out of the hospital, gets into the car and drives as fast as he could. He reaches Ram Mandir. He notices Riya’s car. He searches the car all over. He does not find her. “Riya’s father must have taken her back”, he thinks to himself.

He sits in his car and drives away. He returns to the hospital. The doctor tells him that the little girl is ok. But her family needs to be contacted. By the look of the clothes she looked like a street urchin. Harsh took her responsibility.

He goes to the hospital’s reception and calls Riya. Her phone was not reachable. He calls Neha. She didn’t answer. Harsh had Riya’s landline number, but he didn’t have the guts to call. He called Vikrant and explained everything.

Vikrant rushed to the hospital. He paid the bills and took Harsh with him.

Harsh cried all night. He had no idea what had happened to Riya. He could not contact Riya or Neha. Unanswered questions didn’t let him rest.

Next morning Harsh finally had the guts to call Riya on her landline. A rugged voice answered.

“Uncle Riya hai?” harsh asks politely

“Tu wahi launda hai na, madarjaat tu kata, teri wajah se Riya gayi, abb tu bhi katega, tu nahi bachega, saaley neechi jaati ke madarchod.

Riya gayi matlab? A cold shiver passed through Harsh’s veins as he asked this question?

“Abbey uske baap ne usey katwa kar uske tukde wahin Ram Mandir ke agey jheel mein phenk diye. Abb tu bhi jaageya madarjaat

Harsh hung up. He could not believe his ears. Riya was dead. She was murdered. Brutally. His love killed her. He cried out loud, but no voice was heard. His shrieking shout scared Vikrant who came running to him. Harsh collapsed.

The Love Cartridge: The Mistimed Bullet – Chapter 4

By Joybrato Dutta

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Day – Thursday, June 12, 2008
Time – 10:30 PM

Neha drives the car through water-clogged streets as Riya checks her bag. “Didi kya dhund rahi ho?”

“Bas check kar rahi hun, make-up ka saara saaman liya ki nahin” she chuckles as she says.

Rain starts pouring heavily as they get closer to their destination. Riya is constantly glued to her phone and her face gets tensed.

“Kya hua didi, pareshan kyun ho rahi ho” Neha inquires

“Harsh apna phone nahin utha raha hai” Riya answers in a tensed way

“Uffo Didi woh drive kar raha hoga, usey bhi utni hi jaldi hai jitni ki humey”

She drives through a forsaken lane and parks the car behind the temple. As soon as Neha gets off the car something hits her head and she falls unconscious on the ground.

After sometime Neha regains consciousness. She finds herself in the car. She hurries out of the car and tries to find Riya. Tries Riya’s number. But phone was switched off. She looks at the watch; it was 11:15 PM. She cries out loud. But all she heard was her echo. She runs all around the temple. She looks for Riya everywhere possible. Her worst nightmare came true. And she had no idea who to call. She tried calling Harsh, but he didn’t answer his call. She didn’t have Vikrant’s number. She cries helplessly.

Suddenly she notices Riya’s bag at a distance. She runs towards it, but only finds Riya’s burnt clothes. She carefully looks on the ground and notices blood. Horror strikes her.

Fear and sadness crept into her. She runs towards her car. Suddenly she sees Harsh. She notices his blood stained hands, and hides behind a bush. Harsh’s shirt was drenched in blood. He was searching the car frantically. Neha’s eyes were glued to Harsh’s blood stained hands. Assumptions turned into convictions

“It was him. He killed Riya? But why?” she thought to herself.

Vengeance swept away the fear in her. She could not believe her eyes. She came out of her hiding as soon as Harsh left. She sat in her car and drove away as fast as she could. A solemn oath strengthened her: “You will pay for this Harsh”

The Love Cartridge: The Assured Bullet – Chapter 3

By Joybrato Dutta

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Day – Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Time – 6:30 PM

“Yeh fiza itni madhosh hai

Kyunki isme tumhari saanse basi hai

Yeh sham itni khoobsurat hai

Kyunki isme…………..”

“Stop it Harsh, mai mazak ke mood mein hain hun”, Riya screams agitatedly. Harsh quietly rises from his kneeling pose and sits beside Riya on the bench.

“Abb jaane bhi do, kuch na kuch raasta nikal aayega” Harsh consoles Riya

“Kab raasta niklega. Tumhe to jaise koi fikr hi nahin”

Harsh caresses Riya’s soft hair and says “Fikhr hai, bharosa rakho, mai jald hi kuch…

Riya looks at Harsh. Tears roll down from the corner of her eyes to the corner of her cheeks.

“Monday ko papa mujhe Munger le jaa rahe hai. Wahan unhone ladka pasand kiya hai. Brahmin hai. Wahin shaadi karwa denge”.

Harsh hugged Riya. “Don’t worry sab theek ho jaayega”, Harsh tries to comfort Riya

“Tum log kahin bhaag kyun nahin jaate” Neha screams from behind.

“Neha tu yahan?” Riya asks curiously

“Sorry Didi, friends’ ke saath aayi thi, aapko dekha to bas aa gayi” she says as she kissed Riya on her forehead.

“To Harsh, mai yeh keh rahi thi tum didi ko bhaga ke kyun nahin le jaate”

Riya interrupts “Bewakufi ki baatein mat karo, papa maar dalenge”

“Kuch dino ki baat hai didi, Harsh aapko bhaga kar Kareli le jaayega, wahan kuch din reh lena.”

“Papa dhund lenge” Riya interrupts

“India ke map mein koi Kareli ko dhund nahi sakta aapko Kareli mein kahan se dhund lenge.” Neha smirks as she retorts

“Ek baar hum Kareli pahunch jaaye, wahan koi humara baal bhi baaka nahi kar sakta” Harsh assures

Riya and Neha look at Harsh. His eyes provided assurance.

“Tumhe chutti mil jaayegi?” Riya inquires

“Chutti kisey chahiye? Tum par aise sau Tata Motors kurbaan”

They hug each other as Neha leaves them to have a private moment.

Uncalled for

By Joybrato Dutta

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Have you met people who smile in the most intense situations? Or those who can start singing even in the middle of a conversation? Or come up with the weirdest answers at an awfully wrong time? Aren’t they weird? At times they can look like a complete asshole and make a mockery out of themselves. Invariably their acts are considered condescending or insensitive. Well this is the perspective of one such weird insensitive prick.

Case 1 – Police ki ragging

Since the time I left college I have turned into a really decent guy. I don’t indulge in bar-fights, hardly raise my voice and I don’t tease the cops (not even the traffic police).

But one day my friend and I got really drunk. And then booze oozed up his confidence and he decided to drive.

It was 2AM, the roads were empty and the traffic signals were on stand-by mode. Under these conditions you can hardly go wrong spotting the vehicles on the road. In that peaceful hour my friend saw a hanging red light. He decided to take a 360 degree turn around it. At 90 degrees our car crashed. With a white Qualis. On which the red light was placed.

Next I know there were two cops abusing us. They were speaking gibberish. At least that’s what it seemed. My friend started having a heated argument. They were about to take us to jail. They reminded us of our seniors from college. Any ragging scene would have looked pretty similar. Amidst that one of the cops asked my friend his name and he replied “My name is Sanjay Kumar gaand mara ke”.

There was pin drop silence. The windy atmosphere also adjusted to this melodramatic scene.

Flashback

My friend Sanjay and I were room-mates in college. He was the biggest Don in college and I was the biggest flirt. Together we were noticed by everyone. He introduced me to smoking and smoking-up. I shall always remain thankful to him for that. Well, none of this information is important here.

Let’s get to the point. During first semester ragging was the most interesting social network available. We interacted with a lot of seniors. Both male and female. We gave roses to a lot of female seniors. It was a part of ragging. And to some more female seniors. It was a part of socialising. This was the fun part; let’s get to the funny part.

We had a typical way of bonding. Post dinner we juniors were called near the ‘Boys Amenities Centre’. Where we were asked to demonstrate a few Kamasutra poses. And a few innovative ones. Once we had animatedly fucked our batch-mates we had to shout out our names. The pseudo full names. Where your whole name is your first name and the common last name given was ‘Gaand mara ke’. So names sounded like Rahul Pandey Gaand Mara Ke, Shashank Yadav Gaand Mara Ke, Ankan Banerjee Gaand Mara Ke. We did this for 8 months. Of which in the last 6 months we did it to our school-names and the names of our hometowns as well.

As years passed by, those scenes got blurred. Little did Sanjay know, that 4 years from then he would be confronted by a cop who would look like our senior and bark in a similar voice. But when he did face someone like that he answered like a perfect fresher.

Of course the cops thought we were drunk. In fact they knew it. They were startled. So was Sanjay. His arrogant voice turned apologetic. I couldn’t help but smile. In fact I laughed like crazy. Sanjay could not believe my reaction. But the cops found the scene amusing. I am so glad they had a sense of humour. They let us go. But not before we paid them five hundred rupees. Courtesy – Mr. Sanjay Kumar Gaand Mara Ke.

Case 2 – Ladki ke papa.

 Last weekend I visited Pune to attend a friend’s birthday party. As usual I was late to reach and I made sure two of my friends (Sandy and his girlfriend Neha) also get delayed. Finally we reached at 9 PM. Party had hardly begun because we were carrying the cake as well.

At around 1AM we wrapped up. I left the party with Sandy and Neha. Suddenly Neha remembered that she wasn’t drunk enough and she felt she was being unfair to herself. She persuaded Sandy to buy some alcohol which we can savour sitting in he car. And that’s exactly what happened next.

It was 2:30 AM; we were pissed drunk as we entered Neha’s society’s gates. We spotted her parents standing below the apartment. Even before she stepped out of the car she started apologising. Apparently she had been ignoring their calls since the last 3 hours. Her dad called us out of the car “Who are these boys I want to talk to them right now.” Sandy did not appreciate the invitation but reluctantly stepped out of the car. Poor thing was about to meet Neha’s parents that week to seek permission to get married to Neha. Not the perfect introduction I would say.

For the next twenty minutes we faced the rant of an over-concerned parent. Logical questions like “Do you know what time it is? Don’t you have some respect for the girl? How can you be so careless? Do you think it’s a good habit to go out drinking with a girl so late?” followed.

I was extremely tempted to answer a few questions but I didn’t want to ruin Sandy’s future. Neha’s dad then said that he knew about what’s cooking between Sandy and his daughter. He actually wanted to call him the following day. But haaye re kismat!!!

I looked at Sandy’s face. His face defined embarrassment. And I laughed. Not subtly but monstrously. Everyone else was shocked. Sandy gave me a look of disgust. Very similar to the stare I gave him 8 years back.

8 years back

 I was in class 12. In those days tuition is where you did the actual learning. My Friends and I were attending the Chemistry tuition conducted by our dear Mr. Pingle. After whom a drink is named. It’s called Pina Colada or Pingle ka lo…. something. Can’t remember.

Half way through his class my room-mate Jai walked into the class. He was perspiring profusely. He whispered something into Mr. Pingle’s ear after which he made an announcement – “Joy, you have to go home. Some CBI guy came looking for you”.

My heart skipped a beat. I swear I was scared. And embarrassed. The entire class was looking at me as if I had raped someone. My friends Bhajji, Pulsar, Firangi, Vandy, Ronky, Sandy and I left the classroom. Mr. Pingle allowed them to come along because even he felt I needed moral support.

We reached home and waited. It was the most painful wait of my life. My friends had distrust in their eyes. They tried to ask me the same questions in various ways. They tried to ask me if I had molested/killed/hit someone. The answer was NO.

After ten thousand years the doorbell rang. With reluctance in my heart I opened the door. “Are you Joy?” a tall bulky looking man asked. His moustache was similar to that of Aamir Khan’s in Mangal Pandey. The moment I said yes he dragged me out of the house.

We were standing at the parking. And then he started his rant. During which I figured that he was the father of my dear friend Jasmine.

Jasmine and I went to the same Maths tuition where we became good friends. Every day I used to drop her home. She stayed in a society infested with over-orthodox inhabitants. These residents probably had a crush on me or were too possessive about Jasmine. So they went up to Jasmine’s father and uttered words spoken by a vamp in Ekta Kapoor soaps. They annoyed him to the extent that he came to my house.

My friends were standing at a distance of ten meters. Even they could not be of much help. After all who would want to mess with a CBI officer?!? Finally his rant ended with a note of forgiveness. Even he fell for my cute expressions. Then I had to make up a story about how there were bad guys standing outside his society to hoot at Jasmine every day. That’s why I accompanied her.

Hearing this Mr. CBI’s eyes filled with remorse. He shook his hands with me and offered me his visiting card. In fact he asked me to call him if I ever needed help.

As he walked away I felt pretty good about the mishap. Now I am carrying the card of a CBI officer. I felt like challenging the world. But thankfully I stopped to read his name on the card. And then I noticed something.

He didn’t work for the CBI. He worked for the SBI bank. I felt like going back to that man and thrash him brutally. The reason why I quietly listened to him, the reason why my friends didn’t intervene was simply because we didn’t want mess with a CBI officer. My anger knew no bounds. I looked at Jai who sensed what was approaching him. His voice shook as he said “Yaar woh itna chilla ke bol raha tha mujhe CBI sunai diya”. And exactly at that moment Sandy burst into laughter. In the most embarrassing moment of my life Sandy laughed the loudest.

I gave him a stare very similar to the one he gave me last weekend.