Saturday, 22 June 2019

I’m a FEMINIST and I loved both Arjun Reddy and Kabir Singh!

#SATIRE








Last week, me and my friend watched ‘John Wick’ on the big screen. 

The movie had some intense octane action sequences and hands down, it was one of the finest thrillers that made some noise. Critically and commercially too. 

Nonetheless, after watching the movie, me and my friend went insane. 

Yes. The movie made us insane. We just kept hitting the roads and started to gun down random people who wore costly suits. 

Yes. That’s how insane we were. For a while, we forgot about our jobs, parents, friends and became assassins.

'm a writer and my friend is an engineer. 

But now, screw those jobs. We wore suits, flaunted guns, chiseled bods, superbikes and what not. 

We just churned out a career from fiction and made it our reality. 

Well, take a chill pill. None of the above is true. 

I still get paid for writing and my friend codes all day. 

You see. This is our reality. 

Now coming back to the John Wick thing. 

We just watched the movie over a tub of popcorn and went back to our respective homes. 

Nothing insane happened. 

In fact, such insanity lies in few critics and people who are biased to the fullest. No. Not just biased. 

Single-minded. Depressed. Hypocritical. Frustrated and yes, Fake Feminists. 

Being a feminist who doesn’t fall prey to the Bollywood definition, let me start the topic. 

It all started when the movie, Arjun Reddy was released. 

It was not an innovative attempt. Just a refreshing take on romance. 

The story is about an alcoholic surgeon who dwells on a self-destructive zone after losing his girlfriend to someone else. 

Though the movie and its lead character, Vijay Deverakonda earned cult status, it was his misogynistic attitude that disappointed few critics and feminists. 

How can he be so rude and abusive? 
How can he just stake his claim on a random good looking girl? 
How can he keep downing bottles of alcohol every day? 

This is so disgusting! 

If this weren’t enough, Bollywood came up with its own version with Shahid Kapoor in the lead and Kiara Advani stepping into the shoes of Shalini from the Telugu flick. 

Just like the original one, even Kabir Singh opened up to rave reviews and again, some pseudo feminists gave a strict NO. Not even a star. Because they had already given it to movies like Veere Di Wedding. Another pathbreaking flick that talks about empowering women. Coughs. 

Well, both Arjun Reddy and Kabir Singh have some scenes that show women in a bad light. Agreed! 

Be it the hero staking his claim on a random girl, kissing her on the cheeks when he meets for the first time or slapping her out of anger, yes, there are some flaws to be taken into account. 

But, chill, it’s just a movie for god sake. 

You just can’t bring your frustration on the table and name it feminism. In fact, that isn’t the true definition. 

It’s all about Gender Equality. Today, women are literally breaking the glass ceilings in every industry. They are ahead in everything they do. At least, not like the bad old days. 

You can’t go gaga over fiction tales and make it look like you care for the women. 

In fact, such pseudo feminists or finger pointers were at times silent. 

Think about it. 

You were silent during Game of Thrones, where some women were just meant to be on the bed, naked, but couldn’t stop and fall in love with Arya Stark’s powerful performance. 

You were silent when Hema Malini was limited to a chatterbox in an epic movie like Sholay. But couldn’t forget her stellar act in Seetha Aur Geetha. 



You were silent when Shahrukh, the music teacher from Mohabbatein preached love and everything but music. Again, you couldn’t miss, but fall in love with his inspiring performance in Chak De. 



You were silent when Madhuri Dixit was busy explaining you as what was behind the choli(blouse), but again, her dashing women-centric performance from Anjaam has still kept us wanting for more from the veteran actress.  




You were silent when Aamir Khan from Dangal had to force his wife to only deliver a baby boy just to satisfy his goal or also from the movie Lagaan, where he dated his Gowri in the mornings and Elizabeth mem in the evenings. Well, you couldn’t ignore, but fall in love with him for producing the intense women empowering movie - Secret Superstar. 




You were silent when Priyanka Chopra’s character from the movie Fashion did everything from drugs to sex(thought it was critically and commercially, a blockbuster). But again, you fell in love with her unforgettable roles from Mary Kom and Barfi. 




You were silent when Deepika Padukone’s character from Happy New Year just loved men with good angrezi speaking portfolios. However, you still can’t imagine anybody playing Piku’s character as effortlessly like Deepika did.  



You were silent when Tina from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai joined the college halfway through and played spoilsport by breaking  Rahul-Anjali’s bond, but fell in love with her powerhouse role from Mardaani. 




You were silent....ok. This goes on and on. 

The list is too long. Maybe longer than Ashutosh Gowariker movies. 

In fact, even in the case of Arjun Reddy and Kabir Singh, it is the character that comes under prominence. 

Prior to both the movies, the heroes have had some pathbreaking performances to their credit. 

While Vijay Deverakonda in ‘Pellichoopulu’ played a lazy guy who dreamt of becoming a chef, it was the heroine role played by Ritu Verma that took away the entire limelight. 

Right from giving a solid stand to the hero, to be unapologetic and independent, she clearly was the winner. 

Even in Shahid Kapoor’s case, the roles he played in Jab We Met and Udta Punjab had some amazing women-centric roles.

So what matters is, characters! 

Every character has its own layers and shades. 

Every character has its own pros and cons. 

But, in the end, it’s all about the craft, art and how effectively can one pull it off. 

So, just calm down amigos. Your outrage has validity for two days and boom, there is some other shit to knock your door. 

Maybe, in your free time, you can throw your feminist tales to other issues. 

Maybe, you could tell your father to take care of the kitchen for a week. 

Maybe, you could also handle the dishes for a week. 

Maybe, you could ask your female friends to go out and break a stereotype. 

But, that isn’t easy and it isn’t difficult too. 

It takes time. More time. More effort. 

In fact, to be precise, a thousand times more than the time and effort taken to post an outrageous opinion on social media. 

Written by Vishal Aryan Komara 

Writer, love reading books, passionate cook, amateur photographer, occasional traveler and an unbiased feminist. 

Thursday, 18 April 2019

Swipe Left. Swipe Right. Here’s a ‘Tinder’ for your Bucket List Ideas?



Hooking up with a soulmate is now getting easier. I don’t know about the soulmate thing, but the process is EASY PEASY! 

Somewhere in the corner, you must have heard the cries, isn’t it? Maybe, it should be the sanskaari matrimonial sites. Coughs! 

On a lighter note, that’s how technological disruption looks like. Tinder entered at the right time and cast its spell on the dating stereotypes. They won. The stereotypes lost.




Now that finding the right one has become possible with a ‘swipe’, how does it sound to have an app that would take you a step closer to more like-minded people? 

Tada. This time, not a dating app. Not another tinder. 

Here comes Woovly! A Bucket List Platform. An app that helps you to add, talk, share and accomplish your Bucket List ideas with people like you across the globe. 




You might love to travel, snorkel, date, skate, photograph, choreograph, lose weight, gain experiences, write, kite, dive, drive, anything and everything, it’s now thinkable, possible and doable with WOOVLY! 

Isn’t that amazing? 

If you have a list of crazy, adventurous, ballsy and unique things and don’t know where you’re heading, just go to Woovly. 

Even if you don’t have one, just go. Because, you might as well end up with a bunch of folks who for sure, love the exact things you like to do. 

Why Bucket List? 

Did you ever ask yourself? Why I need this car? Why I need this smartphone? Why I need this house? Why I need this job that would not bother about my passion? Why I need a bank balance that would perhaps only be helpful for my kids? 

Even if you tried asking, only a confused reaction would be the answer. It does, for most of them. But, when it’s about memories, it’s different. You tend to smile. You feel happy. 

You might have not travelled more, explored more, lived adventures, but still, you tend to smile with the smallest memories you’ve lived. 

That’s why you need a Bucket List. A list that would make you happy forever once accomplished. 

So, start mounting Your Bucket List, accomplish them, make more memories, start small and live it hard. Bohot Hard! 

If you need more gyaan than this, then head to Woovly. Because even I’ve got a list of things to do. I can’t keep talking amigos. 😊

  • Vishal Aryan Komara. 


Sunday, 10 March 2019

Short Story - Hi Mam, I heard you help criminals.

Note - This is purely a work of fiction.



It was an another Sunday for Maya Menon, a lawyer and an human rights activist from Kerala. She was ready to visit the remand home, her weekly ritual, which she had been following for the past two decades.

Just before starting her car, she receives a call from an unknown number. Maya normally disliked the habit of using a mobile phone. But she had to develop the habit for the sake of her only daughter, Joby.

Since she was already getting late to the remand home, Maya cuts the call and leaves to work. Soon after a while, she receives a message from the same number.

Maya had till date had solved around thousands of cases. She was well educated. She was the only woman from her family to have a masters from Harvard. Despite all the difficulties she had been through in her life, Maya never lost her grit.

But, that morning she was in for a test. A message from an unknown number was perhaps the worst thing that could happen to her life. Just like she fought for her clients, the message was precise to the point. It read, ‘Your Joby has been kidnapped and she is safe. Can we have a conversation over a cup of coffee? Also, I don’t think you should be taking the help of police at this point of time. I guess only a stupid would afford to take such risks. I repeat again, your daughter is in safe hands. Kindly follow the shared location. I guess, it shall take an hour’.

Maya was always a courageous woman. Most of her subordinates considered her as a ballsy activist. But, now she was literally down. She wanted a shoulder to rest. She desired some moral support. She wanted someone to console her. She just wanted someone to tell her that her daughter would soon come back home.

Without killing any time, she races to the location given by the abductor. Unlike the caller had mentioned, she took more than an hour to reach the place.

It was on the outskirts of the city. The place was isolated and there were no people around, but for a rusted tuk tuk which was perhaps owned by a debt-ridden guy.

‘Hello Miss Maya. You must’ve been looking for me. Aren’t you?’

So, you’re the guy who abducted my daughter, said a grieved Maya’.

She just wanted to see Joby. She wanted to see if her only girl was doing fine.

‘Yes mam, it was me who called you. It is me who kidnapped your beloved daughter. Just consider I don’t have a name. Now, can we take a walk to my place’, said the abductor with a devilish smile’.

‘I don’t know who you are. I haven’t seen you at all. As per my knowledge, I don’t think I’ve caused harm to anybody. Is my daughter safe? What’s your motive? What’s your demands? If it’s money, just quote your price, it shall reach your place in an hour. I’m an hard working woman and a single parent’.

Maya had never been this submissive in her life. Had it not been for her daughter, she would’ve taken the guy to a task by now. Thanks to her self-defence classes.

‘It’s too sultry mam. I guess we must go to my place. Let’s talk over a cup of coffee. I shall surely answer all your questions’.

The helpless Maya had no choice but to accept his request. Soon after a silent walk, she reached the place.

‘Kindly do me a favour of switching off your phone mam. I don’t like anyone coming in between the three of us’.

Though she felt a bit hesitant initially, Maya turned her mobile off fearing he would cause harm to Joby.

The place was just fine. Apart from an apartment and a railway track, there was nothing that could help Maya and her daughter.’

‘Stop wasting your time. This place is isolated. It’s far from the city. The apartment you see is under construction and unfortunately, it's tagged as a haunted place. I guess I’m good at planning things, isn’t it mam?’

‘Look! I need my daughter. She is innocent. She is just 16 and she doesn’t deserve to die. Stop doing this to us. At least, tell me what’s in your mind? Why the hell are you doing this to us?’

‘Take a chill pill mam. Have this coffee. It’s fresh. I just made it a while back and I kept in a flask. I cook well too. We shall start talking after this. I promise’.

Maya could do nothing but to nod her head to every goddamn thing he said. She had the coffee as fast as she could and waited eagerly to see him speak.

‘I’ve finished it. Now tell me. Where is Joby?’, said a crying Maya.

Before she could complete the next sentence, Maya felt a bit giddy and soon after a couple of seconds, she was unconscious.

The floor was damp. The mild speed of the fan gave some relief to Maya as she regained consciousness. Before she could react further, Maya was tied up to a chair.

‘Are you a fucking psychopath? Ok! You can kill me. Do whatever you want. Just leave my daughter. She’s an innocent kid. Please...’, said Maya crying out loud and screaming for help.

‘Ssshhhh! Don’t be noisy. It shall not help. No one can hear you. We are too far. Anyway, I’ve brought you here for a reason. Before I start speaking, you should perhaps have a look at this mam’. Here it is.

Maya had never in her wildest dreams had imagined that she would face a day like this. The abductor had already killed her only daughter. She just realised that he brought her here to share the heart-wrenching news.

‘You rotten piece of shit’. Why did you kill my daughter? How could that little innocent girl could bring harm to you? You asshole! Do I deserve this?

‘Oh Oh Oh. Enough mam. If you dare to utter another word, I swear to god, I’m going to chop you down into pieces. I’ve brought you here to listen and answer a couple of questions. You are here just to pay attention and give me what I want. Period’.

‘So, I heard you help criminals mam. Isn’t that true?

I’m a human activist and a criminal lawyer by profession. I solve cases and help people’.

‘No mam’. That’s wrong. You might justify it differently. But you’ve got a massive reputation of fighting for Maoists, rapists and criminals. I sometimes wonder how can someone have a job description that’s all about showing pity to the accused’.

‘I’m here with my research mam. In the past two decades, you’ve solved many cases. Thanks to you, we have many criminals, juvenile rapists and Maoists roaming free today in broad daylight’. Thanks to your so-called humanitarian grounds’.

‘While you let these morons free, there are hundreds of people who want them dead. Though none of my family members has gone through such trauma, I decided to seek justice and teach people like you a lesson’.

‘But now, I’m feeling a bit different mam. After brutally killing your daughter, I fear the outcome of my actions. Maybe, I should’ve tried a simple way to convey my perspective’.

‘Anyway, I think I’ll be fine. You are there to save me, mam. I know you’ll definitely fight for me. I think you have an army of people who love showing pity towards the cynical and psychopathic murderers like me’.

‘I’d love to live mam. I have a dream. I always wanted to become a lawyer and bring a fresh narrative to the table. I fear I won’t be able to become one if I go to jail. Just look at the positive side of me, mam. I might have killed your daughter. I know that’s painful. But, what about me mam? Don’t I deserve a second chance like all those criminals who gained freedom through your hands? Come on, it’s your duty to save me’.

Maya finally realised what was his motive. She realised the blunders she committed all these years. But it was too late. Her daughter was dead and her clients are still free.

‘Look, whatever your name is, I’m sorry. Yes, I never saw things from a different perspective. I now realise after losing my daughter. I know this would haunt me forever. But, I’ll try my best to put those criminals behind the bars. It’s my promise’.

‘That’s an interesting transformation mam. It’s good to see that you’ve changed. Thanks to your daughter. She would be proud of you. I guess I shall release you now. You are now a new person. But, I shall be watching you mam and I hope you fight for the needy’.

‘AND yes, before you go, you can take your daughter along’.

All of a sudden, Maya got a shocker. Was that the best moment in her life? No one could deny that. Little did she know that the abductor had a positive side.

‘What are you saying? Is Joby alive? Tell me you didn’t kill her. Were you lying all the time?’

‘I’m not like those cold-blooded criminals who easily get acquitted from the hands of the law. I just wanted to make you understand about the atrocities you’ve done. Yes, you are a strong woman. You are highly educated. But, your version of the law was stupid. It never justified a good cause. You fought for the bad and left the good to suffer. Your daughter is doing good in the other room. I don’t think you would change your views after leaving this place. Joby is watching us. The photo I showed you was a staged one. I hope this sums up everything mam’.

Though Maya was finally relieved to see Joby, she was exposed completely in the eyes of her daughter. She never committed a crime. But if she continued her actions like before, she would definitely feel guilty. A feeling that would haunt her for long.

‘You can leave now mam. I’m sorry again to trouble you both. I just wanted to explain how wrong you were all these years. By the way, don’t you dare go near the apartment? I must have lied before about Joby, but that’s indeed a haunted place’.

‘How are you so sure about it? asked Joby in a curious tone.

‘That’s because I reside there!’

Written by Vishal Aryan Komara.

Saturday, 29 December 2018

National Anthem - Should you stand up or not?  - True Story! 







I recently hit the theatres to watch a movie. I guess the last time I watched a commercial potboiler with a tub of popcorn was 2 months ago. 

Anyway, I got the tickets, bought popcorn and took my seat. A couple of minutes later, a young foreigner took the next seat of mine. I had this surreal-like feel for a while. 

While the stereotypical Indian in me pondered ‘why’; the ‘thought-provoking me’ quoted ‘why not? 

I knew there were around 10 full minutes before the film could start rolling; so I mustered some courage to strike a conversation. 

Hi. I’m Vishal, where are you from? I asked with a lump in my throat. I could already sense some discomfort in his body language. 

But, he shut my doubts with a broad smile and said - Hello! I’m Miguel. I’m from Spain but settled in Bangalore. 

Since there was no room for more time, I pushed the conversation and came to know that - he was residing in the Silicon Valley of India for the past one decade. 

I asked him why? I know it was none of my business, but still, I gave it a shot. 

‘In a gifted city like Bangalore, you’ve got the chance to experiment multiple things. So, I freelance for an advertising agency, I do photography and I travel places’, he said. 

For a second, I gave a thought to myself. 

Maybe, I should decode this guy rather than watching a commercial potboiler. Before pushing myself to throw the next question, we were alerted to stand up for the ‘National Anthem’ 

I put up the popcorn aside to stand and to my astonishment, so did Miguel. But, I wasn’t game for that reaction from him. I knew he was a foreigner and I also knew it wasn’t a compulsive requirement for a guy from a distant country. Maybe, I was forced to think like that after seeing our own Indians debating over the issue. 

But, Miguel broke the stereotype in me for the second time and joined the patriotic chorus and guess what? He knew our anthem by heart. For a second, I thought, the anthem was latched onto his head. The moment we finished reciting the anthem, some guy from behind with an enthusiastic tone chanted - ‘Bharat Mata Ki Jai’.

This time, Miguel surprised everyone by chanting back a ‘Jai’ in a high pitch. 

Since there were few more ads to go, I quickly thanked him for showering respect on our country. 

I knew it might have sounded a bit cliche for few. But, Miguel sipping his coke quickly said - ‘You don’t have to thank me, buddy. As I mentioned before, I’ve travelled a lot, explored multiple places, met thousands of people and binged on crazy adventures. So, what’s wrong in giving your 2 minutes for a country that’s given so much to you in return?’

By now, I was not just shocked. I was inspired too. So, before the credits could start rolling, I just applauded him for having a broad mindset on things. So I just ended the conversation by saying - ‘I wish even a few people in India could follow your approach, Miguel’ 

‘You can’t force people to do things. Because they are too busy in following an ideology which ironically doesn’t give a shit about them and they’re also too ignorant in differentiating between politics and patriotism. While the former plays poison, the latter at times becomes an antidote. However, ironically speaking, why are these issues popping out only in the last 5 years? 

After listening to what he said, I just laughed my lungs out and replied ‘Welcome to India once again, Miguel’.

#CountryFirst

Written By Vishal Aryan Komara 

Saturday, 17 November 2018

POSTMAN




“Sir. Are you Mr Shankar?”

“Yes. I’m Shankar Narayan. Tell me. Is that a post or a courier?”

“I guess a post, sir. But you need to sign it.”

“Oh. Where’s Sundaram? He was the regular postman.” 

“Sorry, sir. Sundaram was one of the oldest postman in the Indiranagar suburb. He passed away yesterday.”

“Oh. That’s tragic. I met him three days back at the post office. He spoke about his daughter’s wedding which is just a month away. I’ll visit his place today and pass the condolences to his family. By the way, thanks for letting me know.” 

“It’s fine. But Sundaram sir’s family are not in the town. They left to Chennai this morning.”

“That’s ridiculous. How can they leave without finishing the rituals? I’ve known Sundaram from the past 30 years. He used to visit my bank once a week to deposit his weekly savings. I’ve known their family too. They were highly orthodox. How can they leave all of a sudden?” 

“By the way, how did he die? He was fit and perfect. I fondly used to call him ‘Joe Pesci’.” 

“I’m sorry to say, sir. It was a murder in broad daylight. The killer used a cloth hanging rope and strangled him to death. 
It was a gruesome murder. Don’t know what was the killer motive. Even the cops couldn’t find it.” 

“Well, that’s intriguing and sad. AND, how do you know all this? Did someone tell you? By the way, is the murderer on the loose? Did the cops catch him yet?”

“The killer is on the loose sir. The cops haven’t found a clue yet.”

“But, how do you know all this young man?”

“Sorry again to break it down sir. I’m Hari and I was the one who strangled Sundaram sir, your step-brother to death.” 

Shankar Narayan was shocked. His heart began to pound faster for two reasons. Firstly, the killer was in front of him and secondly, apart from him, nobody knew Sundaram was his stepbrother. 

“Hey. Stay out. How do you know all this? said Shankar with sweat pouring all over his face.”

“Relax. Sir. I’m not here to cause harm to you. Don’t worry. I just dropped here to share the story behind the killing. I’m here to justify the crime I’ve committed.”

“Sundaram was your step-brother. Isn’t it Mr Shankar?”

“Yes. But, why the hell you killed him and what’s your bloody motive?”

“Patience sir. Patience. An old man like you need to be calm and even Sundaram was in a hurry to explain me things. But, you know what sir? My reason to kill him was stronger than his cries.” 

“As far as I’m concerned, Sundaram is a kind-hearted person. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. Even after my father threw him out of the house, he never took it to his heart. Right from bringing up his kids to managing his household songs, he did it all by himself. Only after he lost his job as an accountant, he was forced to work as a postman. It was only during that time, he sought my help.”

“AND, based on the way you speak, I guess you’re a cold-blooded psycho who loves killing people for no reason!”

“Relax, Mr Shankar. I haven’t spoken about my reason yet and you’re already jumping into conclusions.”

“Whatever the reason might be, Sundaram wouldn’t have caused you any loss. I know about him very well.”

“Ok Mr., Shankar. Let me not drag further and tell you the reason behind me killing your step-brother. After all, you should be knowing how unrighteous Sundaram can be?”

“I guess it was 3 years ago. It was on June 9th 1991, I was employed at HAL as a chief engineer. I was the only breadwinner in my family. Father left us early and I was left out to take care of my mother and sister. You know how difficult it is to handle a family, Mr Shankar? In simple words, you carry all the burden.”

“But still, I studied hard, took tuitions, paid my bills and finally got a job at HAL. 6 months after I got placed, my mother sent me a letter and it was about a marriage proposal to my sister. I was on cloud nine. It was one of the moments where you feel proud of yourself, isn’t it Mr Shankar?”

“Anyway, I couldn’t travel to my hometown immediately. There was an ongoing project going on and I was designated as a project lead. So, I wrote a letter to my mother stating I would be dropping by two weeks later and I also sent her a cheque of 50,000/-“

“After two weeks, I packed my bags with enough sweets, bought some jewellery to my mother and sister and visited my hometown with full of excitement.”

“But, I’d never expected the sweets would go for waste. I’d never imagined the jewellery would be of no use. I’d never thought in my wildest dreams that there would be a day where I would get to see my mother and sister dead. 

You know what’s more painful Mr Shankar?”

“It’s losing your dear ones even after being a responsible son. But, it was your bloody stepbrother who was responsible for my loss.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. I know a sorry can’t justify your sorrow. But, I would like to know how Sundaram was responsible?”

“Mr Shankar. I guess you’re not getting it. I guess you’re still thinking your stepbrother was an innocent person. Had he been innocent, he wouldn’t have invented a murderer in me. Had he been innocent, I wouldn’t have strangled him to death.”

“Listen, young man. I would like to know the truth. As far as I know, our upbringing has never led to any atrocities in the past and yes, it would never, even in the future.”

“Mr Shankar. I’m not here to play philosophy. I’m here to convey the brutal truth.”

“It was your stepbrother who forgot to deliver that cheque on time. In fact, I got to know about it only after reaching the post office. It was still lying on the office amid many undelivered letters.”

“My mother and sister were humiliated by the local villagers. Poor people. They couldn’t handle it. So, they took a decision which would haunt me for a lifetime.”

“I thought of killing Sundaram the very next day. But no. What’s the point, Mr Shankar? What’s the point in killing him when his family is stable?”

“So, I patiently waited like a hungry lion who’s hunting a prey. It took me 3 years and only a month ago, I came to know Sundaram had arranged a marriage proposal for his beloved daughter.”

“I felt the time was apt and right. I visited him in the morning yesterday and as you can rightly guess, you know what happened.”

Shankar was left with tears. He was unsure about the cries. Whom he would cry for? His stepbrother or his unethical values? 

“Sorry, Mr Shankar. You might be a righteous man. But, Sundaram had to bear the brunt of his mistakes. After all, some mistakes have to be corrected.”

“Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Mr Shankar. I feel better now. It was nice meeting you in person.” 

“Wait! Why did you come here? You could’ve just escaped or vanished. What was the reason to meet me and tell me all this and make me more unhappy?”

“Mr Shankar. I guess you forgot the foremost essence of my story. Even I hail from a lower middle-class family. In fact, I don’t mind taking the privilege of being a more righteous soul than you are.”

“But, unfortunately, a murder is a murder. Sundaram committed a blunder and I had to repay. However, after killing him, I felt a bit guilty. I don’t know why. It suffocated me to the fullest. I just couldn’t handle it. For me, it was like a negative energy, Mr Shankar. I couldn’t destroy it. The only option I had was to pass it to someone.”

“AND, I don’t think there could be anyone as best as you to take that honours.”

But, what if I tell it to the police? 

“Ha ha ha ha ha. Mr Shankar. That was a good joke. Remember, just a couple of minutes back, you spoke highly of your upbringing.”

“Just go ahead, Mr Shankar. Go ahead and prove your upbringing was wrong. I would be more than happy to get jailed.”

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Written By Vishal Aryan Komara