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

the Noble prize for serving the humanity” Arjun lost his temper.

“It is too much Arjun. In fact, I have thought that you are a gentleman, but you have disproved it. I am not crazy after name Arjun. I have never expected that you belittle the great icons forgetting their supreme sacrifices towards humanity. They even sacrificed their womanhood, for the cause of the poor, the destitute and the diseased. Shame on your part Arjun”

“Sorry dear; I have also struggled to build up my career, and I am tired. Now I need a companion and I have found you are my best choice, but you have disowned me. Really it is my bad luck dear” He was feeling a lot.

“But, my dream is to serve the poor, deceased, disabled and make them fit to live happily”

“Yes dear I too have the same agenda, and we can implement them even after our marriage”

“What is your agenda?”

He was silent.

“I know your agenda and the first cum first is to have a go with me. Isn’t it?” She said while losing her temper.

“No, not at all, you have mistaken me dear. As we have taken our degrees, actually I wanted to take you to my mum and introduce you to her but…”

“Are you acting or trying to impress upon me Arjun?”

“No, not at all, and I need not bluff you dear”

“Then show me, where is your mum?”

“She is at Hyderabad and not here”

“So you have taken a U turn and trying to narrate another new story to me and I never expect that you are a big liar”

“Whether you believe it or not, I want to take you to my mum at Hyderabad, but in the meanwhile you have suspected my bona-fides and put me to test” He took a long breath.

“Interesting”

“I am sorry, even if I say the truth at this stage, not only you, but also nobody believes me. But I want to say one thing dear, that my love is true. I am not a play boy. Please try to understand my feelings. It appears you are tired and you need to take some rest, please take rest and I will drop you at your bungalow. Of course, I will take you to my mum some other day, certainly not during night” He was little irritated but tried his best and controlled himself.

“Strange Arjun, you want me to take to Hyderabad, 270 KM away from Vijayawada at this odd hour and make me believe that you’re a perfect gentleman”

“It is a matter of three hours ride for me in this car dear”

As it was 12 o’ clock in the midnight she has been suspecting him.

“I swear on my mum dear”

She has her own inhibitions.

“Men may lie, but instruments certainly not. Please see this dear” As a last resort, he showed the message in his mobile which he flashed his mum around 7 PM.

“Mum we both are coming to Hyderabad late in night. Please arrange dinner” She read the message in his mobile with date and time. Now she became stale. Her face became pale. She had no words at that moment.

Arjun could understand her position.

“Don’t worry dear; it is not only you, but most of the women in the world generally think about road side Romeos”

“I am sorry, I am extremely sorry Arju”

“Don’t worry dear; your accusation doesn’t refer to guys like me”

“Have I hurt you Arju? I think I might have”

“Every true lover must be thick skinned. And fortunately again there is accusation for every misunderstanding. As English is such a beautiful language, which is quite pleasant, meaningful, liked and loved universally, with only 26 alphabets. The one and the only word ‘sorry’ can be used even for a sweet kiss and an unforgettable experience of first go and also for painful assassination” He replied with certain pain.

Honey was feeling sorry and she couldn’t see into his eyes. But Arjun could see tears in her eyes.

“It’s Okay dear, normally women used to brain eat men, but unfortunately in our case the reverse has happened. I am sorry I have disturbed you a lot. Please go home, take rest and be relaxed” He held her affectionately, took her to the car, and opened the door.

She became speechless, and simply got into the vehicle. As usual, he dropped her at her accommodation.

He said “bye” to her.

But still she was out of her moods.

He left his vehicle in the middle of the road and came to her and cajoled her.

”I am not hurt by you dear, nor am I feeling for your comments. If not you, who can dare to criticize me dear? I love you so much, and I can’t say how much, but I can say that no lover so far loved his fiancée’ in the world dear. I know the difference between love and lust, and I am also aware of the fact that how pious the character of the spinsters before marriage. I admit frankly that all men should also maintain chastity like you spinsters dear. And I sincerely accept that everybody should have character.

It is quite painful to reveal that I had so many dreams with you in my sleep dear, but I controlled myself even in dreams only for the reason that you want to be perfect and expect me to be perfect gentleman. People may laugh at me, if I say that even in my dreams also I never allowed mine to have a go with you dear”

She never allowed him to continue further. She locked his lips with her sweet kiss.

He was surprised. He never expected that she was that sensitive and was in deep love with him. But avoiding him was only a social barrier and fearing her traditions and customs in the society.

“Please look at the surroundings dear, people are peeping through the windows. It will be embarrassed to you, if I advance”

“Just close your eyes Arju” So saying she kissed him again.

“Please try to understand that we are in east not westerners”

“Yes Arju, I know”

“What?” He couldn’t understand her moods.

“That is why I call you idiot. Don’t you understand the heart of your fiancée’? If you really understand my feelings, you might have carried me and straight walked into your suit and ---. But, I know that you will never do that without marrying me, because you are a perfect gentleman. I am feeling guilty to request you to have a go with me at this moment. But, you idiot you have kept me on the pedestal of goddess of love. I have no words to praise you my hero”

Now he kissed her. The kiss lasted till the grand old people all around the colony made notice by laughing and enjoying by recollecting their youthful days.

They both got separated in a bit of shy and one of them slipped into her bungalow and the other one into his car.

Chapter: 11

There are multi storied buildings in rows. They are all divided into blocks.

The Secretariat of the Composite State of Andhra Pradesh, situated in Hyderabad, is functioning from these series of buildings

In Block No II the Chief Minister’s chamber is situated. There were so many visitors awaiting the appointment of the CM.

The state DGP had been waiting in the visitor’s lounge. In fact, there was no appointment fixed for the DGP nor he was called by the CM.

It may be DGP’s personal visit. Whatever it might be there was immediate appointment given to the DGP, by the CM.

On entering the CM’s chamber, the DGP submitted his letter of resignation to him. It was shocking news to the CM.

“Mr. Basha, what is this? Have I ever hurt you? Do any of my cabinet Ministers brought pressure on you?”

“No sir, none are responsible. But, I personally feel that I don’t deserve to head the cops of the state sir. Hence I have resigned. Please accept it and I may be permitted to handover the charge to my next rank officer sir”

“Mr. Basha, please be seated first. You seem to be restless” And he pressed the buzzer. The attainder rushed in and awaiting instructions from the CM.

The latter ordered him to bring snacks and coffee.

Later after a few minutes, the attender brought water, biscuits and coffee and served them. In the meanwhile the CM was clearing the pending files. He asked his P.A to stay back in her room till he would call her, with a due caution not to speak what for the DGP came to him all of a sudden. Though, it was her every day’s job, but still, the CM felt it was a sensitive issue and hence he was doubly cautious.

As per his instructions, she left his chamber.

”Sir, not even months and a year passed after the occurrence of ghastly incidents of bomb blasts at Dilshuk Nagar, but the bustards have planted claymore mines enrooted my Honourable CM’s convoy route. Had they have not been detected, I can’t even imagine it sir. My team has miserably failed to nab the culprits, and that is why the assailants have taken it as my inefficiency. Under these circumstances, how can I show my face to Hindus sir?” He was feeling a lot even to speak.

“Mr. Basha are there any units in your forces like Hindu Cops, Muslim Cops, and Christian Cops in this State or in any state in India for that matter?” The CM put him in quandary.

“Sorry sir, absolutely there is no such feeling either in A.P. police or in Indian police.”

“Okay, I am asking you frankly, did you feel anytime that you were a Muslim, while discharging your duties?”

“Sorry sir, I am first Indian, then only anything else sir”

“That’s nice, and that is why I have got you posted as DGP of the State Mr. Basha, a fit man to a fit post. If anyone is held responsible, and ask you to resign for any incident, which has taken place or likely to happen, not only you, the Home Minister, the entire cabinet, including me and then the concerned police officers have to resign. But, I am sure that it is not correct, and no any sensible person would suggest that. As there are many reasons for every success and failure of a man, and no individual or any institution is held responsible for either of the two. While speaking about failures, you have forgotten to speak about your achievements. The detection of claymore mines, planted by the militants on the route of V.V.I.P’s convoy, is a great preventive action by you and your cops, isn’t it?” He said and took a pause.

“Mr. Basha, nobody down to the earthman could stand the scrutiny of morality. If it were so, why are we talking oath in the name of god for everything, though he is invisible? That shows we don’t have belief in ourselves. When we all know that all religions are true, why there have been still clandestine operations going on in every sect? The word “fanaticism’’ is not only confined to Islam alone. It is there in almost all the sects with varying degrees, whatsoever the name might be, but the content is the same.

Mr. Basha, for your information, I am a born Hindu. My wife is a convert Christian. My son has married a Muslim girl and settled in Gulf. My daughter has married an American and has become a citizen of the USA. My children have chosen to go for inter religious and intercontinental love marriages, as per their will and wish, without caring for our likes and dislikes, as we have done thirty years back.

But, when once they have become parents, they have left their offspring’s with us with strict instructions to bring them up within our cultures and traditions. Now tell me, what shall we as the poor grandparents do? Frankly speaking, we have failed miserably as parents, as our parents felt the same, of course thirty years back. Now we are thinking that our