The 15th it is

“Would it get done this time round?” The absolute master demanded imperiously (meaning ‘would they manage to finish ‘somebody’ off this time?’)

“It would” the second in command roared in reply. He is mighty confident that he would single handedly accomplish it by whatever means he could get hold of and currently the ‘somebody’ is tremulously waiting for the hoards to arrive to do the deed. Would they maim him or decimate him or harpoon him? Who knows!

The action is criminal no doubt. But when everybody around the place decides to play dumb about it, it has a chance of being viewed as an accident. And accidents do happen to people don’t they?


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The 15th it is

So it has come to this! They are having a bash right now after having put me in my place! You want to know what the place is. It’s known by the cute name of ‘restriction’ and it’s a mighty dangerous place too. It’s mostly invisible and is only known by the words and deeds of those who are its wardens.


The name of the place was kindly intimated to me by an ardent advocate of ‘technical’ excellence around here. Yeah the guy is a representative of the technocrats (though they seem definitely very ‘low tech’ as circumstances seems to prove). They currently rule the place by proxy. If you have any doubts on it ask this self same guy, he would enlighten you about what they are and what they are capable of.

This guy was called a ‘criminal’ by one of his long time colleague. Though this techie is small in person, he knows several ‘useful’ rules by heart and he is wont to use the most deadly methods to cut his opponents down, people claim. A guy, who was once victimized by this commendable technical maestro, had sobbed into my ears through phone about the kind of things the techie said and did to him. ‘Those things’ had questioned everything including the man’s parentage, and reportedly the deeds of the techie is said to have just fallen short of manslaughter.

The victimized guy had even told me:”you know, if I had your kind of physical strength I would have smashed his tiny vicious face into smithereens.” Well I thought he was being hysterical!

This poor man had also cautioned me when I was coming up here that this guy would stop at nothing to put me down and ‘control’ the environment. But I told him that I had little to gain by coming here and so felt sure that the guy would see the good intentions on my part and would be willing to second my effort to save the station as it was about to be closed down due to inefficiency.

Well, he was concerned about saving the station and was ready to come to the aid initially when the things were precarious. But then eventually the station was saved (I wouldn’t claim it to my own credit, as I was but an actor in the play) and new recruits on the technical side were appointed. A new master was also put in place as the place had regained trust from government.
The immediate effect was, all forgot those things they had said and done to get things to such a pass as to make the government close down the place, and started putting me down on a consistent basis. This was supported by the new entrants as well as the old hands as they soon realized I was a bit strict in my views about how to run things. I was sort of impartial and tried to stick the middle path and that is not generally liked by anyone.

They started by working on me through the mechanisms they knew well. Well one can only take so much of personal victimization, covert or overt. It doesn’t require a grand grasp of psychology to learn the best way to destroy a person. It may be by feeding lies into the rumor mill, and creating an atmosphere of hate against him. They have done it well and even the girls who had come crying to me saying that a certain guy and his cronies had verbally abused them are transformed into their supporters.

Well they say that they are my enemies and want to save the world from me, so the restriction. You know guys; the place called ‘restriction’ is a most inconvenient place I must say. It has no doors, no windows; it has little air and no light. It’s made so because the well-meaning is concerned about what the guys inside would do to them. In their terrible humanitarian kindness they have shut the place up well and good.

No one can ‘file’ their way in. They guy inside can’t ‘file’ his way out. And all the ‘file’s are safely kept out of reach, especially ‘file’s’ that cost a bit, that are bulky and secret. The knowledgeable say that they have ‘postponed’ filing by this timely action.

What wonder they are celebrating about this place that they have constructed out of their own ingenuity!