First day.... every first day is memorable, though we may not always remember them. First day in school, First day in a new city, First day in college, First day at job.... all of them unique in their own unique way. Specially talking about the first day at job, there are so many emotions running inside that it is extremely hard to be normal. I have not experienced it till now and neither did Shekhar before ... well... his first day at his job.
Shekhar was not a bright student and didn't really believe in hard work at school. He was an eccentric kid, to put it politely. But then, 'eccentricity' is a relative phenomenon. A normal person can be 'eccentric' to an eccentric person. So, for now, we'll assume the mass behavior to be 'normal' and hence Shekhar was an eccentric kid. His teachers and parents(read: mother; his father was mostly away for his job and on top of it, he really didn't care) had a terrible time to get him to pass every single of his exams. And it was not that he couldn't read, write or understand stuff. He simply refused to give attention to academics. He hated to study, and on some heavy over-dose of over-confidence, he did whatever he wanted to. By now, if you think he was a brat then ... well... you are quite right.
But everyone, brats included, learn something in school. The only lesson Shekhar learnt and retained was the story of Arjun aiming for the bird's eye and how he was able to see ONLY the bird's eye and nothing else. This little piece of mythology went deep inside Shekhar. After the teacher finished telling the story in the class, he ordered Shekhar out of the class for non-attentiveness. Little did he knew that the reason for Shekhar's non-attentiveness was that he was trying to concentrate on the tiny chunk of chalk-dust which slid along a vertical line on the blackboard. And to this day, only Shekhar knew that he was able to actually see 'only' that tiny chunk of chalk-dust and nothing else. It was at that moment, that Shekhar knew he could do something others couldn't. And probably this led to him being over-aggressive and extremely confident about himself.
Coming back to his first day at the job. He had got this job, courtesy his friend. Well, this was more of a practical interview. He was given a task and accessories required and he had to show his prospective employers that he could do it better than anybody else. Though, over the years Shekhar had become emotionally immune, this day was different. Like any other newbie, he was anxious, nervous and a little excited, all at the same time. With the current situation of cut-throat competition, he knew he had just this one opportunity to seal the deal. He bought a whole new attire for this day which included a Black leather jacket, a pair of Black shades, Black trousers, Black shoes, Black gloves, Black socks, Black belt.... he was literally living his obsession for the color black. Though extremely nervous, he was very stable and calm and trying to be a thorough professional. He went to the building, took the elevator to the top, assembled his portable workstation, positioned himself and waited for his moment.
He was supposed to be focussed but we rarely have control over our thoughts. A lot of thoughts were running across his mind while he was waiting. Most of them from his childhood. The images of him spending a lot of time at the pool trying to hit the electric wire from an electric pole with a stone, him concentrating hard on a tiny pebble hoping it would move, him staring at the teacher when he scolded him (Shekhar believed his best feature were his eyes), him hitting fellow kids with a stone, while hiding in a bush after they had beaten him up in an earlier fight. Lots of memories were relived in those few minutes.
Every job has a deadline. If you miss it, you missed your chance and you are screwed. Shekhar didn't want to miss his only chance at a career. So he took a deep breath, calmed himself, focussed and concentrated hard. He touched his lucky charm, a gold locket in a black thread around his neck (it was with him since he was 15) moments before taking his shot and when the moment came....... he was bang on.
This was the first of the 169 sniper shots Shekhar fired on his way to become the most dreaded Sharp-Shooter in the country. 15th January, 2008 was the day he was supposed to take his 170th victim. 15th January, 2008 was also the first day at job for Raghu. And as they say "Beginner's luck", Raghu didn't miss his chance either.
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Shekhar was not a bright student and didn't really believe in hard work at school. He was an eccentric kid, to put it politely. But then, 'eccentricity' is a relative phenomenon. A normal person can be 'eccentric' to an eccentric person. So, for now, we'll assume the mass behavior to be 'normal' and hence Shekhar was an eccentric kid. His teachers and parents(read: mother; his father was mostly away for his job and on top of it, he really didn't care) had a terrible time to get him to pass every single of his exams. And it was not that he couldn't read, write or understand stuff. He simply refused to give attention to academics. He hated to study, and on some heavy over-dose of over-confidence, he did whatever he wanted to. By now, if you think he was a brat then ... well... you are quite right.
But everyone, brats included, learn something in school. The only lesson Shekhar learnt and retained was the story of Arjun aiming for the bird's eye and how he was able to see ONLY the bird's eye and nothing else. This little piece of mythology went deep inside Shekhar. After the teacher finished telling the story in the class, he ordered Shekhar out of the class for non-attentiveness. Little did he knew that the reason for Shekhar's non-attentiveness was that he was trying to concentrate on the tiny chunk of chalk-dust which slid along a vertical line on the blackboard. And to this day, only Shekhar knew that he was able to actually see 'only' that tiny chunk of chalk-dust and nothing else. It was at that moment, that Shekhar knew he could do something others couldn't. And probably this led to him being over-aggressive and extremely confident about himself.
Coming back to his first day at the job. He had got this job, courtesy his friend. Well, this was more of a practical interview. He was given a task and accessories required and he had to show his prospective employers that he could do it better than anybody else. Though, over the years Shekhar had become emotionally immune, this day was different. Like any other newbie, he was anxious, nervous and a little excited, all at the same time. With the current situation of cut-throat competition, he knew he had just this one opportunity to seal the deal. He bought a whole new attire for this day which included a Black leather jacket, a pair of Black shades, Black trousers, Black shoes, Black gloves, Black socks, Black belt.... he was literally living his obsession for the color black. Though extremely nervous, he was very stable and calm and trying to be a thorough professional. He went to the building, took the elevator to the top, assembled his portable workstation, positioned himself and waited for his moment.
He was supposed to be focussed but we rarely have control over our thoughts. A lot of thoughts were running across his mind while he was waiting. Most of them from his childhood. The images of him spending a lot of time at the pool trying to hit the electric wire from an electric pole with a stone, him concentrating hard on a tiny pebble hoping it would move, him staring at the teacher when he scolded him (Shekhar believed his best feature were his eyes), him hitting fellow kids with a stone, while hiding in a bush after they had beaten him up in an earlier fight. Lots of memories were relived in those few minutes.
Every job has a deadline. If you miss it, you missed your chance and you are screwed. Shekhar didn't want to miss his only chance at a career. So he took a deep breath, calmed himself, focussed and concentrated hard. He touched his lucky charm, a gold locket in a black thread around his neck (it was with him since he was 15) moments before taking his shot and when the moment came....... he was bang on.
This was the first of the 169 sniper shots Shekhar fired on his way to become the most dreaded Sharp-Shooter in the country. 15th January, 2008 was the day he was supposed to take his 170th victim. 15th January, 2008 was also the first day at job for Raghu. And as they say "Beginner's luck", Raghu didn't miss his chance either.
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31 comments:
Haha! Thats a good one! Didn't see that coming!!
P.S: on a more serious note, it is usually those people that society overlooks who end up "paying back" this way... like I said, on a very serious note! :)
@ SS
Thanks :)
and the serious note... 95% agree.
It is complicated and 'social negligence' is an important but not the sole variable.
didnt see tht comin either! :)
Gr8 post ! Took me a while to realize the end :)
@ Di
Well... target achieved :)
@ Lavender
Thanks :)
mast likha hai be daroga ...... aise blogs likha kar .... chhod de wo kgp ke sento waale blogs [:P]
@ Pati
hehe... thanks :)
kya karein yaar.... jaise ideas aate hain waisa hi likhte hain :P
waise bhi ab utna time nahin milta hai ki bakwaas likhein .. hehe
like ruchi and di.... :)
sorry for not frequenting ur blog....am back now!!!
@ Zee
Thanks :)
and BTW... daroga ke ghar mein sorry nahin bolne ka :P
truly riveting story, the most exciting thing is despite being of such a short length it has got all the necessary ingredients..mazaa aa gaya ..especially the twist in the end..good one keep going.
@ Decipher
Thank u thank u :)
Good one.. the story dragged slightly in the middle but the end compensated for every minor shorfall with a bang!!
@ Sushantam
Thanks :)
hmmm, nice. though contrary to the popular assumption, i assumed the guy to be some army sorta guy. but if you DO want him to be bad; okay I'll just call him Mr chotu shakeel :)
@ Arpz
Thanks :)
And yes.. I DID intend him to be bad but you are free to interpret coz the victims could be anyone.
BTW ..... does 'Shekhar' not appear to be a bad guy ??
Keep visiting :)
hmm, everyone is both bad AND good, bas dekhne ka nazariya hain :)
and as for visiting my blog - yeah you have; but since I keep changing the blog layout ever so often, you prolly dont remember; and yeah there ARE 4 people in that story :)
@ Arpz
16 aane sach. it's all in the way you see stuff.
good to know I got it right :)
nopey, not that "red" one ... but me thinks the last time u were around the blog was black and chrome yellow ... (basically cos that was the layout for a long time)...
and as for the nazariya one - people usually get messed up when I have a different perspective - which is like almost.. so glad u took it the nicer way :)
@ Arpz
oops... my mistake on the red thing
and the nazariya... yeah... it is always good to take the nicer way. no 2 people are the same and nothing is 100%. so ... opinions WILL differ.
Wow!!! laga ki tum true story likh rahe ho apni life ki... i was taken aback by the way it ended. lage raho!!!
~LadyG
@ LadyG
kaam-chor, non-attentive, BRAT !!!!
me !!!!
bachpan ki poori mehnat par paani pher diya aapne to :P
Thanks though :)
good yaar; bada sahi likhte ho
@ Sushant
Thanks :)
keep visiting
Yo Darogi, mujhe to CS yaad aa gaya :). Nice one - and ending mein serious twist!
@ Akshay
Thanks :)
and CS !!!! ye to naya kind of twist ho gaya :P
hmm, when someone writes well as u do and when u get 25 comments a piece, staying away a month is nothing ... it is poor country mice who get a measly single digit comment who need to bother :P
@ Arpana
First of all... Thanks :)
but aapki jaankaari ke liye ... humne wo din bhi dekhe hain jab sirf 2 comments milte the ... aur usmein se 1 mera :P
ye 25-26 to maximum hai mera.. hehe
hahaha, im the bigger loser, humne to woh din bhi dekhe hain kahaan mere kisi "brilliant" peice pe mahino tak no comments dekhe hain :P
@ Arpz
Okk... you win :P
dude good one...
Serious, nice story.
@ Ninad
Thanks :)
Welcome and keep visiting :)
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