Crazy people, Issues in India, Reflections

"Tr 240"

“Have an eye on Tr 240. He is smart, no doubt. He is well-read and knows everything about our movement”, the Captain told his chosen disciples.

“Boss, I’ve been watching him from day one. He is so dedicated to the movement that everything else is secondary to him; even his food.” One of the disciples assured the boss. “That’s why I am a bit cautious. He should not commit any blunder in order to prove his commitment to our secret plans”, the boss cautioned the disciples.

“Ok boss, we will be watchful. How about entrusting him with some minor attacks to test his ability?” a disciple asked.

“Not necessary – let us wait”, the boss replied. Even as they were talking about him, Tr 240 himself came running, all smiles. Without waiting for any question from the boss, he sprang a surprise. “Boss, I’ve managed to obtain permission to put up a stall at the exhibition ground. The officer concerned did not budge when I produced a false application. In the identify card it was my photo but i changed my name and address. I gave him Rs. 500/- and he issued the permission letter”.

“What’s your plan?” the boss interrupted.

“I have brought some expensive toys from the city and am going to sell them at half the rate… No one had any suspicion about these items.” Then he whispered into the ears of the boss, “One of the boxes contains our stuff… I mean, the explosives… I can use them when the chief guest arrives… without any suspicion.”

The boss asked the others to leave the place immediately and took him to his chamber and told him in a hushed voice, “You have to be very, very careful… ok? In case you are caught what will you do?” “I have 3 or 4 capsules in my pocket I’ll swallow them…”

“OK”, the boss said. But Tr 240, instead of going out of the chamber, picked up a hammer which was lying on the floor and hit the boss on his knee and when the boss raised a pathetic cry, he said “Boss, how do you feel? This is what we call PAIN”. And, even as the boss was wincing with pain, he gave him several blows with the hammer and said, “The police, will take care of you… Yeah, they are already there. Bye then”.

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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