I am not Mahatma by Harshavardhan C (i am reading a book TXT) 📕

Of course, you have absolute liberty to reveal your personal feelings also. I assure you that nothing is going on record against anybody. I only mean that it will be taken as purely one’s personal, and not to contradict anybody’s personal nor moral binding over anybody. It is only for the academic excellence and for finding out the probable solutions for restoring peace and tranquility in the society and for guaranteeing protection to the life and properties of the world citizens. Now my questions of micro in nature are:

Who is a real criminal? Is cop? Or Militants? Or the systems?

Who else can be blamed for the losses, the citizens, the systems, or the individuals

What else can be probable solution to put an end to the insurgency in our state, in our country and in the world? Could it be stopped by a strong unified action by the state? Or shall the state to hoodwink the militants by attending to their demands? What was Operation Recall? What happened to the “Operation Recall?” Who blasted the clay more mines under the culvert leading to the city? Who were the victims of the blast?

Who opened nonstop fire on the call taxi?

Who travelled in it? Who were the victims? What did the world citizen learn from these live examples?

And finally I put it to you my dear children are there any solutions to put an end to terrorism in the world?

If so, please suggest, least the entire world shall thank you”

“Sir, you have put many questions to us, but before we answer them, we have certain quarries and will you please clarify them sir? Further, we request you to enlighten us more on incidents which happened in your tennure please? “One of the trainees asked the guest.

“Yes of course, it is a great tragedy. If I reveal what is there on record, I will have to antagonize one group. If I reveal the truth, I will become enemy to another group. Now I am in between. I am a retired cop, spending my leisure with my grandchildren happily and living peacefully at home. I have neither age nor guts to face challenges if any at this stage. Whatever you may call me, and I do admit the fact honestly that I am not a gentleman.

And my dear young and dynamic officers for your kind information, there are books written on ones’ own achievements, follies and also tragedies on either side. You may better go through the books, and then you could decide what is right? and what is wrong? I honestly feel that you are the better judges and I wish you all to become good officers unlike us, the worn out.”

“Sir with your enriched experience, do you feel that terrorism could be put down?” The leader of the trainees raised a final question.

“No, it is not possible to put down insurgency, because we are only creators of terror and terrorists. The fire once put on the highly inflammable object; it could not be extinguished by the human beings though we have the apparatus in our hands, unless there is transformation in our crime minds”

“Sorry sir, we expect positive thinking from the retired and experienced officers like you. But on the contrary you are discouraging us, this we don’t’ need or expect to learn in the Academy.” One of the trainees, by name Mr. George Victor pointed out quite vehemently.

“You are a youngster and hence little emotional also. But I am only speaking from my thirty five years of enriched experiences, but not from any abstracts and from my own creations gentleman”

“Sir, if you don’t’ mind may I ask you something about your enriched experiences?” One of the trainee lady officers, by name Miss Rose Emmanuel put him in an embrassed situation.

“Why not, certainly you are having that liberty to ask me, nor are there anybody connected to crime and criminals? And now you are most welcome my child to ask me” He showed his elderly affection.

“Sir, having served the department for more than thirty five years, don’t’ you have any sentiments and attachments?”

“I have never said that my dear child?”

“Then why have you made both your daughter and son resigned from I.P.S, and later why have you sent them abroad? Is it for earning dollars, Or any other particular reason sir?” Miss Rose Emmanuel asked him about his family matters, though they appear to be quite irrelevant.

But, he was shocked.He never expected such type of questions from the trainees.

“Well, my dear children, being young, you may have so many novel thoughts and ideas. I definitely answer you. As you are curious to know about me and my children, I am revealing my understanding about Civil Services, I mean off the record.

I genuinely feel that there is no any marked difference between a daily laborer and a government employee, except the latter is paid monthly, and the former is paid daily. The daily labors are governed and protected under labor laws. Whereas the government employes of course are governed by civil service conduct rules and protected by manuals and departmental orders.

When I have joined Indian Police Service, I could hardly meet my both ends satisfied. My parents, my elder brother and widow sister remain as laborers. My parents and my eldest brother and elder sister committed suicide due to acute poverty in my native village.

When I rose to ranks and when I looked back, I have nobody, as I happen to born as the youngest in my family. Then I decided that my next generation shouldn’t suffer. I have started planning for my family i.e. for my wife and for our two kids henceforth.

Now I could proudly say that for the coming three to four generations or even more, my children, grandchildren and greatgrand children live like prince and princess. During the process of improving my financial position, I was forced, rather selfishly to do so many things, some legal and many illegal.

Please tell me dear, today what is the necessity for my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren to struggle for survival? I facilitated them to enjoy the rest of their lives.” He took a pause to take a respire.

“Sir, it appears from your own statement that you have become selfish only after joining police, isn’t it sir?”

“You are absolutely right, gentleman.”

“But we all feel sorry to hear such a concept. It makes us feel, is it the way an I.P.S. officer has worked in this department so dishonestly and disloyally? Don’t you feel that it is a bloody disgrace and shame on your part sir?”Mr. George Victor lost his patience.

On knowing the emotions of one of the trainees, the chief guest got annoyed.

“Well, youngsters, in the initial stages of my service, I was also having more principles than anybody else. But when once you spend some time and suffer like me, by all means you will also toe the same line or even do more than what I have done” He tried to justify his stand.

He felt that he could impress them as he was practical and continuing to narrate and justify himself. But, there is a great divide between the present generation and the old.

“When the last words of the retired DGp Mr. Adhikari IPS, were just delivered, he was encircled by three of the trainees, armed with 9mm pistols, silencer attached, and each one shot him thrice.

The Retd DGp collapsed in a pool of blood.

“For give me Jesus for my sins,” he confessed before he breathed his last.

“Yes, I have done away with him, as he betrayed both the people and the government. He was instrumental in killing Mr. & Mrs. Rebecca Solomon Raj and their subordinates. My dear colleagues, officers and friends if you feel that I have committed a crime, I am ready to surrender and you may arrest me” Dr. Arjun, an IPS trainee, the one and the only son of the great cops said with little excitement.

The two other assailants who were his co- trainee officers also joined him, waiting for the judgment by the other trainee officers.

“My dear colleagues, I have shot him dead as he is one of the black listed police officers. For saving himself from the dragnet of the revengeful militants, who suffered severe setbacks in the hands of the Grey Hounds under his lead, he removed the security of my father. The militants took revenge against a un armed, helpless, and poor and petty sub-Inspector, who was handicapped by the hierarchy and was shot dead by the militants” Miss. Mary Emmanuel, one of the lady trainees, busted out.

“My dear friends, as the former DGPglaringly admitted the facts, as he facilitated his children, kept them enjoy the comforts for the rest of their lives, made them to resign for IPS and sent them abroad. But, to serve my people and my country, I relinquished my prosperous ‘IT’ career abroad, and joined IPS. My twin brother, Master James and my twin sister Miss Lilly, who were minors, studying plus two were attracted to communism and joined the organization, and went UG. Later, when my parents met this wonderful officer to trace them,but instead of helping my parents, this cruel officer branded my parents as hard core militants and finished them in a fake encounter for his cheap popularity. I am conscious that I am not wrong in finishing him.”Mr. George Victor, another trainee, exposed himself.

There were nine bullet injuries on the chest of the formor DGP. The other trainee officers sitting next to them, took the pistols from their possession, wiped out their finger prints on the pistols, emptied the magazine of one pistol, and kept the same pistol in the hand of the dead.

“It is quite unfortunate that the former DGP committed suicide” All the trainees present in the auditorium pronounced the illegal act as legal in unison.

They observed two minutes silence as a mark of respect to the departed soul of the retired DGP.

So far no autopsy of any suicidal death by shooting with pistol revealed that it is possible to commit suicide by triggering pistol with nine bullets fired into ones’ chest. It is once again proved that anything is possible for uniformed people, who carry both the pen and the gun.

56

It was an altar of supreme sacrifice. It was constructed in memory of the comrades, who laid down their lives for the cause of the poor, fighting against capitalism.

All the comrades formed into three lines in front of the altar. A cylindrical post was erected in memory of Mr. AK & Dr. Glady D’ Souza for their supreme sacrifices for the party and its’ ideology.

The Professor led the commemoratio parade along with the comrades, who assembled there. Later he spoke about their ideology and sacrifices. He also spoke about their achievements and their failures and reasons for failures.

After the opening speech of the Professor was over, the next important item in the agenda was to announce another intellectual and a professional to take charge of the commander of an action team in place of Dr. Glady D' Souza.

“I am proud to announce Miss. Honey to take the place of late comrade Glady D’Souza to fill the vacuum and to boost up the morale of the comrades. It is a blessing in disguise as she is a doctor by profession, who treated several tribal people for the last three years like her mother Dr. Glady D’ Souza with love and effection. Not one or two, but all the three from the same family sacrificed their prosperous career, for the party and for spreading its ideology. I heart fully welcome Miss Honey to lead the action team.

One thing I want to caution you all is that, hence-forth you should treat her as second in the line of heirachy after me, because from this day onwards she would stay with me, and would be taken as my P.A, personal bodyguard and of course my personal doctor, and whatnot everything for me” The Professor presented her an imported 9mm pistol.

“I thank you Professor,