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Scene 1: "Baaabuuuuu" called Mr. Minister, sitting in a rocking chair placed on a lavishly designed marble varandah of his house, taking a sip of his special masala tea, he is looking out for today's newspaper.
"Baaabuuuuu, is he still sleeping or what?" Yelled again.
"Let him sleep, he came late" said the wife.
"I am telling you, get some grip on your son or we will loose him someday" declared Mr. Minister, who like any other father is frustrated and worried about his spoiled son. Mr. Minister is really loved by the crowd of the state, a well corrupted, don of the state, cunning enough to design anything in his favour.
"He is just a kid, what do you expect him to do, have you forgot your young days" a motherly defending statement of a mother for her only son, who is her "Sun".
"At his age, I was the most trusted person of the party, I built it brick by brick, now call him" said Mr. Minister to his wife who is skimming the newspaper, he read the headlines of the state newspapers, which said "A charred Body of a woman found under bridge".
Scene 2: " Papaji, you called?" Said the son softly, to which the father got a bit suspicious. Why is he speaking like a gentleman? After all he is spoiled to the bone.
" Where were you last night? Why didn't you come to the office?Need I remind you everytime that you have come of age, it's high time you should spend more time with us at the office" said Mr. Minister demanding an explanation from his son who is somehow behaving weird.
"What happened, is everything alright?" Father grew more suspicious.
" What is with you" asked father. Suddenly Babu started crying, mother came running to pacify his "Sun",
"Oh my lord, look what you have done" said the mother to his husband. " No my son, you know I can't see tears in your eyes, stop crying" mother tries to pacify.
"What happened?" Asked father.
" Papaji, yesterday, I and my friends... It wasn't my fault...my friends made me do... God, we are screwed " sobbed the son. "
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Father demanded to know.
" Papaji, my friends and I ,we were drunk, it was the intoxication not our intention" explained the son.
" Oh just cut the crap and come straight" said father.
" Papaji, my friends and I were intoxicated and we saw a girl parking her scooter...we got carried away and we just tried to have some fun with her...but that stupid Suresh... he...he grabbed her mouth so tightly...she died of asphyxiation may be".
It was an earthquake. Suddenly the marbles of the lavish varandah were trembling under the feet of every person standing over there.
A tight slap by father landed on the face of son. Mother came hurriedly to escape her "Sun" screaming " No, he is just a kid".
" Oh really, look your kid was playing with other children and they killed a girl" shouted Papaji.
" What have you done to the body?" Asked father. " We...it was Suresh's brothers idea... he said to set the body on fire and we decided to do so, we bought kerosene and set her on fire" said Babu.
Now Mr. Minister could relate the headlines of the newspaper. He threw the paper on his Son's face and shouted "look, happy?".
Scene 3: "Your son has got not only himself but the entire family in a terrible situation, my career, my power, my hard work, and the most important thing,my name is at a serious stake" explained the father to his wife.
"But, I am not going to end it like this" thought Mr. Minister with a shrewd expression on his face. He was fabricating something in his mind, something very deep yet cruel.
Immediately he called the chief of the police to meet him at the office, after all it is time to give this news a different shape.
Meanwhile the news spread like fire and it was burning every soul of the country. People were on the street, protesting against the heinous crime. In the office, Chief of the police was taking a sip from the glass of alcohol, which the minister offered, trying to comprehend the scenario.
" Look officer, I just don't want my name in the matter" said Mr. Minister.
"What do you suggest then?" asked the officer.
" Oh common, you are brilliant to cover this up" said Minister.
"But Sir, Nation wants to know now, it's completely out of my hand" said the officer.
" I am the game player, I have always turned the wheels in my favour...this will be just a blessing in disguise for me" said the minister confidently.
" But how can you stop the trials and the procedures?" Asked officer.
"No trials" shouted the minister, " This should not go into the ambit of law" demanded the minister.
" Find four men, men of your choice, you must know so many, stage this crime, ask those men to accept the crime, torture them if need be, pay money to their families or do whatever, I don't care" explained the minister.
"But Sir, what if anyone of them speaks the truth afterwards, how could they prevaricate the Narcotics test which would definitely be conducted in the case?" Asked the officer.
Minister was now thinking hard, he definitely didn't want any trials of this case. He was thinking of giving it a political touch as well in the parliament. But how to escape the trials and courts? Suddenly he got an idea, he said "Wait for another 10 to 15 days and by the time people will start asking questions to the police, kill the men, and tell the media that it was an encounter" proudly explained the minister.
" Within a week or so people themselves will demand many things, you encounter those four men, after all, they are just filth on earth, what good are they going to bring?" Said the minister, very proud on his fabrication.
"You will be famous, promotions may be, what say" said minister.
Scene 4: " Accused Rapists Shot dead in police encounter" was the headline of the newspaper. " Bravo, state police, justice has been done". Meanwhile the minister has sent his son to America. He will return someday....
Scene 1: "Baaabuuuuu" called Mr. Minister, sitting in a rocking chair placed on a lavishly designed marble varandah of his house, taking a sip of his special masala tea, he is looking out for today's newspaper.
"Baaabuuuuu, is he still sleeping or what?" Yelled again.
"Let him sleep, he came late" said the wife.
"I am telling you, get some grip on your son or we will loose him someday" declared Mr. Minister, who like any other father is frustrated and worried about his spoiled son. Mr. Minister is really loved by the crowd of the state, a well corrupted, don of the state, cunning enough to design anything in his favour.
"He is just a kid, what do you expect him to do, have you forgot your young days" a motherly defending statement of a mother for her only son, who is her "Sun".
"At his age, I was the most trusted person of the party, I built it brick by brick, now call him" said Mr. Minister to his wife who is skimming the newspaper, he read the headlines of the state newspapers, which said "A charred Body of a woman found under bridge".
Scene 2: " Papaji, you called?" Said the son softly, to which the father got a bit suspicious. Why is he speaking like a gentleman? After all he is spoiled to the bone.
" Where were you last night? Why didn't you come to the office?Need I remind you everytime that you have come of age, it's high time you should spend more time with us at the office" said Mr. Minister demanding an explanation from his son who is somehow behaving weird.
"What happened, is everything alright?" Father grew more suspicious.
" What is with you" asked father. Suddenly Babu started crying, mother came running to pacify his "Sun",
"Oh my lord, look what you have done" said the mother to his husband. " No my son, you know I can't see tears in your eyes, stop crying" mother tries to pacify.
"What happened?" Asked father.
" Papaji, yesterday, I and my friends... It wasn't my fault...my friends made me do... God, we are screwed " sobbed the son. "
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Father demanded to know.
" Papaji, my friends and I ,we were drunk, it was the intoxication not our intention" explained the son.
" Oh just cut the crap and come straight" said father.
" Papaji, my friends and I were intoxicated and we saw a girl parking her scooter...we got carried away and we just tried to have some fun with her...but that stupid Suresh... he...he grabbed her mouth so tightly...she died of asphyxiation may be".
It was an earthquake. Suddenly the marbles of the lavish varandah were trembling under the feet of every person standing over there.
A tight slap by father landed on the face of son. Mother came hurriedly to escape her "Sun" screaming " No, he is just a kid".
" Oh really, look your kid was playing with other children and they killed a girl" shouted Papaji.
" What have you done to the body?" Asked father. " We...it was Suresh's brothers idea... he said to set the body on fire and we decided to do so, we bought kerosene and set her on fire" said Babu.
Now Mr. Minister could relate the headlines of the newspaper. He threw the paper on his Son's face and shouted "look, happy?".
Scene 3: "Your son has got not only himself but the entire family in a terrible situation, my career, my power, my hard work, and the most important thing,my name is at a serious stake" explained the father to his wife.
"But, I am not going to end it like this" thought Mr. Minister with a shrewd expression on his face. He was fabricating something in his mind, something very deep yet cruel.
Immediately he called the chief of the police to meet him at the office, after all it is time to give this news a different shape.
Meanwhile the news spread like fire and it was burning every soul of the country. People were on the street, protesting against the heinous crime. In the office, Chief of the police was taking a sip from the glass of alcohol, which the minister offered, trying to comprehend the scenario.
" Look officer, I just don't want my name in the matter" said Mr. Minister.
"What do you suggest then?" asked the officer.
" Oh common, you are brilliant to cover this up" said Minister.
"But Sir, Nation wants to know now, it's completely out of my hand" said the officer.
" I am the game player, I have always turned the wheels in my favour...this will be just a blessing in disguise for me" said the minister confidently.
" But how can you stop the trials and the procedures?" Asked officer.
"No trials" shouted the minister, " This should not go into the ambit of law" demanded the minister.
" Find four men, men of your choice, you must know so many, stage this crime, ask those men to accept the crime, torture them if need be, pay money to their families or do whatever, I don't care" explained the minister.
"But Sir, what if anyone of them speaks the truth afterwards, how could they prevaricate the Narcotics test which would definitely be conducted in the case?" Asked the officer.
Minister was now thinking hard, he definitely didn't want any trials of this case. He was thinking of giving it a political touch as well in the parliament. But how to escape the trials and courts? Suddenly he got an idea, he said "Wait for another 10 to 15 days and by the time people will start asking questions to the police, kill the men, and tell the media that it was an encounter" proudly explained the minister.
" Within a week or so people themselves will demand many things, you encounter those four men, after all, they are just filth on earth, what good are they going to bring?" Said the minister, very proud on his fabrication.
"You will be famous, promotions may be, what say" said minister.
Scene 4: " Accused Rapists Shot dead in police encounter" was the headline of the newspaper. " Bravo, state police, justice has been done". Meanwhile the minister has sent his son to America. He will return someday....
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