Operation Imperial ch-10

10.

Tough love

Are you a drug addict? If yes, then you immediately need a tough love. In India, drug addiction is very common problem. Especially college students consume this life threatening stuff in very vast amount. For them it is a way to forget the assignments, backs, break ups, etc. Most of the time, we see teenagers lying on the floor, stairs, and even inside the hostel. As a youth, we have to realise our rightful duty towards our nation. We are making our country a worst place- full of smoke and syringes. Indian youth has lot of potential but we are ignoring it. We are going in that direction where we only face death in return.

Inside the college, annual fest ‘Sangam’ was about to begin. It was my first and last fest. The decoration was awesome, whole univ was looking nice. In addition, I was rehearsing my lines repeatedly, Myra and me; we had to host the fest in front of the faculties, chief guest hon’ble chief minister sahib, and students. I was shivering from top to bottom; all the negative thoughts were coming back and forth in my mind.

“If I forget my lines, then what will happen?” I was talking to my mirror image.

At the same time prof. gupta entered into my room. After signalling his finger towards the wall clock, he said:

“Hey, fest is about to begin. What are you doing here? Go on the stage.”

“Yeah… still 45 minutes are there on the safe side. Let me rehearse, don’t you see I am nervous.” I said.

“Are you nuts? We have to collect the bookays from MBA block first. So let it go, give your lines some time to settle down in your empty brain.” He chided me.

I took that paper and started recalling my lines (loudly) on our way to MBA block.

“Ratan, don’t lose your focus. More you see this grotty paper, more you feel unconfident.”

I was busy in recalling my lines; my all focus was on Myra. I had to host the show with her so how could I forget my lines. I wanted to present my each line with the correct timing.

“Listen, first we fetch all bookays from MBA block then we have to go outside to give all this stuff to President Sir.” prof. explained his plan.

“Ok, sir but right now I am feeling panicky, my throat is all dry.” I said. My whole body was shivering as if I caught by some high voltage fever.

“Are you out of your mind? I am explaining you the fucking strategy and you are talking nonsense.” He chided me, second time during the fest.

I remained silent after watching his face. When he got angry, his face automatically converts into shahnaz hussain’s face, means very scary.

However, thousands of students gathered in the field to enjoy the fest, to listen some rock bands, to groove with the DJ etc. During the fest imperial looks like other (normal) colleges. Students dressed smartly, especially you found girls with extraordinary fashion in the fest. It looked as if ‘SunBurn’ was going on in the Fake IIT. I was very nervous and in that state, I was managing the fest with prof. gupta. Albeit, Chief Minister was about to come in our fake college and president sir had already taken all the preventive measures to hide the bitter reality of his deemed univ. In front of me, for the first time, every faculty was handling the student crowd gently.

Now coming back to our journey towards MBA block, prof. started discussing about how the President of this college turned the black money into the white.

“Hey lad do you know how many bucks are spent in decorating this fucking place?” prof. asked as if I was a participant of tech quiz.

“No idea sir” I said. My eyes were constantly on the paper.

“25 crores” prof told the inside story related to fest. “And maximum collection was taken from the students, 2000 rupees per head.”

My mouth remained ajar. I folded the paper and put it back into my suits’ pocket.

“Fuck!” I was in shock. “Someone refuses to give the money, then?”

“As if you don’t know, by hook or crook they will fetch their money from you.” Prof. said.

It was another shocker for me. In which direction we are going. In what way India is developing. Our politicians and businesspersons are developing their numerous bank accounts leaving India drowning in middle of the ocean. Again not boiling much blood, we go further.

“Sir we immediately need to do something for our students’ welfare.” I suggested.

“Yeah, we will figure out something, but for now we have to keep the patience up.”

“But they are in this univ for quality education; most of the students in our college are from outside the Dehradun. Their parents submit their fees on time so that their dear ones get good job and salary. We need a quick solution right now instead of patience.” I was in a hurry to do something for my naïve and innocent students.

“You are going way to fast, son. We will definitely do something but without any mistake. He is a powerful ‘BUSINESS’ personality in Dehradun.” Prof. tried to put me on right track, but I was planning something ridiculous.

After a long walk and discussion, we finally reached MBA block. As we went closer to PDP department, I smelled as someone smoking cigarette in the washroom. The washroom was next to the PDP department. I followed that smell and Prof. followed me. When we went inside the washroom, we both get shocked. The entire washroom filled with smoke, few boys and girls were lying on the floor, and we found some broken syringes next to them. Those students were the drug addicts. We were looking at each other’s face. Now a new turn we had seen in our univ campus. Prof. was also surprised after watching this new shit.

“What the hell is this?” I said.

“Don’t know may be it is a new innovation by our president.” Prof. was examining the broken stuff.

I started watching his face like dumb. I did not know what he was saying.

“Son, these students are used as slaves to sell the harmful drugs in the market.”

It was my third time when I was shocked. How a university can turn its students into drug mafia? They were young MBA students; my blood starts boiling after knowing the cruel reality of the univ. Why ‘people’ open such univs, why? Who gave them the right to demolish our youth’s valuable future?

Lot of engineering colleges are there in our country but still most of us are illiterates, why? Nobody knows the answer of this fucking ‘why’. Nevertheless, I was shattered after watching the pathetic condition of those ‘drugy…drugy’ students.

“What will we do now?” I asked in worried tone.

“Take all of them out, one by one. I will give them tough love.” Prof. had cleverly planned everything in such a short period.

“Tough…what?” I asked, as it was a new terminology for me.

“I mean I have to do their treatment, a tough one. So hurry up!”

I started pulling their fainted bodies out of that smoky washroom. It seemed as if I was playing roadies. I invested half of my energy in dragging their bodies. In that time, prof. brought a two-wheeler so that it took less time to reach to the teacher’s colony for quick treatment or say prof’s tough love.

After loading the students into the two-wheeler, prof said:

“Ratan, you go outside with these bookays maybe CM has arrived. I will take care of these scumbags and you are right, it’s the time for immediate action against that bastard, who is waiting outside for his expensive bookays.”

I nodded my head in excitement and ran outside to welcome our chief guest with lots of bookays. Seriously fellas, it was a horrible evening for Prof. Gupta and me.