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Thursday, February 14, 2008

A MAFIATIC DREAM!

A great dream was that. Let me share here… Last night when I was back after my didi’s marriage ceremony… I dreamt a lot; probably as an adverse effect of too rich diet at such a late of night.


Scene 1:

A large auditorium; some sort of play is going on. In the front row side seat, a girl ~ age 25 is sitting. The camera rotates around the auditorium. There are several boxes around the wall. The auditorium is not a house-full one. There are a few spectators, as it is expected in a group theatre show. The camera is placed at the back row aiming to the front row seats. As a result the face of the girl can not be seen.

Suddenly a sound of gunshot causes the spectators and artists flee in panic. The sound was coming from one of the boxes far above. The girl was found dead in the front row. The bullet pierced her neck.

Scene 2:

3 investigators, two men and one woman, all in their late twenties are searching the entire auditorium for the shooter. The two men are searching the ‘no-entry’ rooms, the generator room, and the computer control panel; online edit room, green rooms etc. Suddenly the phone of one investigator rings. It is the woman investigator. She says, “Come in the basement. The chap has fled. We need to reach out.”

- “Basement… where?”

- “near the broken wooden horse… come where all the garbage are dumped.”

Scene 3:

A young girl, Anjali, age around 24 – 25, has come to a hill station with her parents. They buys the Times Of India and sees the front page news; “YOUNG GIRL MURDERED AT CITY HALL”… Under which a long article on administration failure and risks of living of an common civilian was discussed. The girl was identified as Simran Siddique, a 25 yrs old post grad student of arts and music, leaving in hostel and studied in the most prestigious institute of the hill station. The murderer could not be cached till now. But the police was trying. The bullet entered from her neck and got out through the forehead piercing her brain.

- “Ma go!!” said the mother seeing the picture of the dead body in the front page.

- “The girl must have some ill connections. The young generation doesn’t know where they are going.”

Anjali starts shouting at her father at this. She argues, “When hundreds die in a terrorist attack, is it necessary for all of them to have ill connections?”

Suddenly the all fell silent. There was also something else in the news paper except from the murder news. It was a missing ad which drew there attention.

“Simran Sen. D/o Ambareesh Sen… is missing for the last one week. Anyone to give a tip off will be prized Rs. One lakh.”

But it was not only the ad. There was more. What made the family silent was the picture of Simran and the way the girl resembled Anjali.

All the people started staring at them but none approached. Although the prize money was much alluring, but there was another catch. Ambareesh Sen was the most dangerous mafia of the city.

The father said, “Let’s go back my dear, first, a brutal murder in the center of the city; then the picture of my daughter making him the daughter of a mafia kingpin. Oof!!!”

Scene 4:

The den of Ambareesh Sen. In the central room, Ambareesh Sen, a short, fat and bald man ~ age 55 is sitting. With him is his personal manager, Someshwar Singh (45). There is also a woman (age ~35). The woman is wearing a light green shifon saree. Suddenly a young man in his late 20s or early 30s knocks in the glass window. The sound system asks, “Yes?” The man calls the woman. The woman comes out. She is slim, a bit skinny and fair. The waitress in the lounge asks them to go to the private room.

When in the private room, the man tells the whole story to the woman. The man made the woman understand her duties and left.

Scene 5:

The drop scene:

In the taxi stand at Sealdah station, the woman at the den was sitting inside a taxi and the investigator was talking through the window. The taxi started moving towards the A J C Bose road flyover. There were four people in the taxi; the investigator trio and the woman.

The male investigator started telling the whole story. Ambareesh Sen was one of the most dangerous narcotic smugglers in India. He had links to the opium and marijuana fields of Afghanistan and the Middle East market from where the drugs were circulated all over the world. Her only daughter did not have a tip off it. Suddenly one evening everything got revealed to Simran. She could not believe her ears. Her dad was her idol. She became furious. She threatened her father that she will spill the bean in front of the police. The father then drugged her and told everyone that she is gone mad. She was locked in a room and given narcotics on a regular basis. Suddenly Simran managed to flee. Ambareesh got furious. He told his men to shoot her wherever they find simran. Out of mistake, they falsely shot Simran Siddique in the auditorium.

Three people investigator group was applied by CBI. The woman in the den was a CBI employee in the guise of a Bar Dancer… entered the den.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

নিরন্তর ভাট

কি লিখব জানি না। একান্তে খুলে বসেছি ভাটের পাতা। ফালতু ব্লগের ফালতু লেখা লিখতে চলে এসেছি কিছু না ভেবেই।

কেন এসেছি জানি না। দিনান্তে খুলে বসেছি ভাটের পাতা। অগাধ জ্ঞান বিতরণ করতে চলে এসেছি কিছু না জেনেই।

কেন জানিনি জানি না। অজান্তে চচ্চড়ি করে ফেলেছি তোমার ঘিলু। তুই এখন রেগেমেগে কোথায় পালাবি ভাবছিস।

আমার ব্লগ পড়িস নি। এখান থেকে পালা। কোনো ভ্যালু পাবি নি। কোনো শক্ত থিয়োরী সহজ করে বোঝানো নেই এতে। জীবনের আপাত সরল প্রতিপাদ্যগুলোকেই জটিল করে ঘাঁটা রয়েছে।

কিছু চারা কথা, কিছু ঝাড়া কথা, কিছু ঘিলু ঘুঁটে ঘুঁটে নাড়া কথা এখানে পড়ে রয়েছে। বেশিক্ষণ থাকিস নি এখানে। যা বুঝেছিস, যা শিখেছিস অ্যাদ্দিনে সব ভুলে যাবি।

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