Operation Imperial ch-12

12.

Operation Imperial I

Day 1:

Prof. was good at filling motivation in young lads and lasses. In addition, he prepared a small motivational speech for the students because without being motivated, the task was impossible.

In the CS-IT LAB, prof. threw his motivational speech:

“My brave students,

I am prof. gupta, univs’ event management head. You will work under my supervision and Mr. Ratan will help you in high-risk zones. As we have already discussed the strategy, so now it’s time to implement it with positive outlook. This operation is ‘no fun’ game, those who want to quit, quit this operation right now. Otherwise, it will become mandatory for you to play this fixture, until your last breath. Be forewarned, I don’t want ‘courageous’ cowards in my team. I want serious and hardworking members. You all are the future of this univ and our country. First, by any means we have to make our remaining students free from this unwanted luxury. We want neither ‘high class’ business Engg colleges nor govt. ‘easy going’ colleges. Our objective is to reduce the no. of engg. colleges from India.

Thank you.”

Prof. ended his heart touching speech with genteel finishing. After the speech ceremony, everyone got ready for the roadies task.

“Separate in two groups.” I ordered.

Quickly a giant group separated into two parts. A sweet smile came on my face after watching the unity among the students. When grouping was over, prof. gupta appointed Imtiaz Ali as third in command. Until now, everything was going as per the strategy, but still the anonymous fear was in my heart as if something was going wrong. However, I bypassed my fear and marched outside with handful of students.

“Ratan, where are you going with these idiots?” prof. kalmadi interrogated.

I remained silent, as if rattlesnake smelled me.

“Why are you so silent? And how is bhabhiji doing?”

He again enquired.

“She is good. I have arranged a seminar for the students.” I said in an unconfident manner.

“okay, okay. Go now” He ignored my half-truth.

As we reached cafet, each student assigned some amount of work. Moreover, when the operation started, I noticed that Devika was not feeling comfortable.

“Hey pretty lady, why are you so upset?” I enquired.

She looked at me for a while and said:

“sorry sir...”

Her incomplete sentence amplified my fear. I asked in shaky voice:

“sorry for what?”

“sorry sir, I misjudged you.” She cried.

I hugged her tightly. Moreover, after wiping the drops of senti-water from her face, I took her along with me. Everyone was doing his or her task in a professional way. I felt good after watching their technocracy. My hardworking technocrats placed the latent cameras everywhere inside the univ. Now, it was my turn to show some ‘master-giri’. My job was quite hard; I placed the cameras inside the HODs office, dream house, and docs’ clinic.

When every task was successfully completed, I arranged a surprise party for my crew, because I wanted to revive their lost happiness. In addition, on that eve everyone enjoyed a lot.

DAY-2:

“Ratan, come fast. We have to start the recording process today.” Prof. chided me for my late appearance in the lab.

I bypassed his anger and at a sudden changed the topic.

“Good morning sir. What a pleasant morning…Huh”

As usual, after hearing my stupid answer he stared me for a very long time. My mind was not responding well, that was an “ass-biting” situation for me. Prof.’s chidings were really giving me a heart attack. I took my chair and turned on the console. I was shaking like an old branch of a tree. After sometime the computer in which the recording process was going on, signalled us. I called prof. and Imtiaz to see that crap.

“What happened? Why are you shouting?” prof. asked in a very aggressive manner.

“Sir, watch this bullcrap…..”

“Holy shit!” prof exclaimed.

We were not ready to accept the stuff that a bloody teacher was snatching mobile phones from the naïve and innocent students. That moment was very cruel; prof’s anger was also at highest altitude after watching that stuff.

“Why is he taking mobile phones from the students?” prof. asked.

“Don’t know.” Imtiaz said. “My phone is still with me, thank god ….I am here.”

I had not said anything. I was standing still.

“Maybe they know about our operation.” Imtiaz said.

“Nope…..say positive …believe in god.” I said few lines after gaining some courage. I was sounding like “BBD BABA.”

“Ratan is right imtiaz….be positive and work hard.” Prof. said.

“Bingo” I said as if I had bowled out ten outta ten batsmen from the ground. After hearing some good points from prof. gupta, I gained some more confidence.

“Now what’s next?” Imtiaz said.

“Whatever it is….mark it as ‘don’t care’. Keep working and record some more stuff like this, tomorrow.” Prof. motivated us.

“Yep… It’s on my console. Soon, it will be on the internet.” I threw some more encouraging stuff.

“So time for pack up, it is enough for today.” Prof. said after disconnecting his lappy from the plug in source.

After closing the recording process, we marched outside with confident smile on our faces.