Prologue
When Aromal, Editor for college magazine 'Corridor' came asking for a story for the annual edition, I knew what I should write. The Director has been getting on our nerves for a quite a while, and it was time we should deal with him democratically! And I titled it Ramayana Returns.
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“Do you want me to sit here?” The chief commander wasn't satisfied with the preys he had before him.
When Aromal, Editor for college magazine 'Corridor' came asking for a story for the annual edition, I knew what I should write. The Director has been getting on our nerves for a quite a while, and it was time we should deal with him democratically! And I titled it Ramayana Returns.
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“Do you want me to sit here?” The chief commander wasn't satisfied with the preys he had before him.
It was the big day for the
presentation of the literature review, as part of preparation for the studio
exercise. The batch was divided into four groups and were asked to review on
certain policies and master plans and sanitation plans.
“…Yes…sir” The class replied diffidently.
The first group stepped forward,
switched on the projector and displayed up the presentation. The cover page
proudly said ‘National Urban Sanitation Policy’ just as it was copied from the
ppt on the Slideshare about the same.
“Do you really want me to sit
here?” The chief warned. “You see, I was one of the member of the drafting team
of this policy. I have went through the document at least 6 times. If you don’t
have anything original in your presentation, I may leave.”
Silence.
“Okay, tell me, why sanitation,
why not water policy?”
This humble narrator was
fortunately the one assigned to give the introduction.
Excellent question! I wanted to
say, but I had no clue.
The syllabus said we were doing
Master Plan this semester, but the time table said we were doing Urban
development Plan, we were convinced we were doing Infrastructure Development
Plan, but then faculties called it Sectoral plan. Sanitation might fit in
somewhere.
I helplessly looked at my fellow
mates hoping someone had an answer.
“Sir, because blah blah percent
of Nation’s urban population doesn’t have access to toilets. Sanitation is a
major concern for the development.” Someone took up all the blame on herself.
“Show me that in your slides! I
am not interested in your cover page!” The chief was impatient.
“It’s coming up in next slides,
sir.” I scrolled to the next slide.
The second slide was an exact
photocopy of the background statistics provided in the policy document.
“Is this way to present a ppt?”
The chief loaded his gun. ”This is just a copy paste. I want your review of the
policy!”
Whom were we fooling? We were
presenting to him his own policy. One of the junior commanding officer pointed
at the slide which said, ‘the projected
population of nation’s urban population by 2007 will be X’. I checked the
date in my phone. Oh it was 2014 already…
“FIRE!” The chief commanded.
I heard gun fires all around,
people were falling martyr’s to the questions after questions. As we were
succumbing to our ultimate fate, I heard the chief speaking.
“Do you know what Ram told Ravan
after defeating him?”
Silence.
“Do you know, madam?” He taunted
the other junior commander.
“I know a little, sir, but I
don’t remember the exact words.” She excused. She had a reputation to keep up
in front of the sluggish miserable dumb
dodos.
“No no.” He interrupted, “Ram
said to Ravan: I am not killing you now. Come prepared tomorrow with your
weapons, we will fight again.” The chief grinned devilishly at the class.
That was it, everything was
finally obvious. He was the Ram, descended from above to wipe off the Ravans.
And we were the Ravans. And he was going to spare us alive today, so that he
can kill us comfily later. We were in no hurry either, but one thing was
certain.
We are to be killed, at the end.
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Epilogue
Ayush came to me a day before the publishing of magazine. "Ayon sir was looking for you." He said. "He is worried if you might get in trouble for whatever article you wrote for magazine!"
Well!
Epilogue
Ayush came to me a day before the publishing of magazine. "Ayon sir was looking for you." He said. "He is worried if you might get in trouble for whatever article you wrote for magazine!"
Well!
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