THE BASTARDS-5

  Police van, roads full of pits, company of top class rapists of the city and myself behind the bars. These were he only days left for me to be in with my bastard friends. 

  "Can I make a call?" I asked a officer sitting by side.

  "No, I am out of balance" He replied.

  "I have a mobile"

  "Then make a last call" he said.

  "Last call?" I was surprised.

  "Because when I see you using your mobile officially then I'll snatch it and break it into pieces like a ruthless police officer" he replied with a devil smile.

  I swallowed the air in fear. Though I had a antique cell phone model but still loved it very much. life was much important and if I stay in jail for the night then it will be the end of my life in society.

  I decided to make a call. "Hello...Rocky please save me buddy or my life would be ruined. Please help me dude" I wept as the call was connected.

  "Don't worry dude, We are on our way. Just wait for fifteen minutes." saying this he hung up.

  "What in the hell is he going to do in fifteen minutes" words were dancing in my mind.

  Suddenly a head fell on my shoulder and a current flew though my entire body. It was of a dirty looking man who was in deep sleep at 2 o'clock. He must be doing the same what he missed at the brothel. 

THE BASTARDS-4

  Hyderabad is the busiest city I have ever seen. The crowded streets with posters of verities of  biriyani's at cheaper rates was amazing us. The enormous structure which resembled ancient prosperity of Indian architecture were visible at every kilometer. Along with it buildings with latest architecture were also eye catching, though it was not an out come of Indian architecture intelligence.

  Meeting people over there was a very different experience. The city had maximum number of I.T professionals and the professionals were professionals in real sense. These people have the knowledge of almost every Language used for software development and when asked how they know them all, they said "Every language is a successor of some other one and that in turn is a successor of some other, hence the basic concept behind every language is the same. Having thorough learning of basics can make you perfect in any programming language in the world".

  This is where we lack. We jump into new languages every semester washing away the previous one, hence the overall knowledge becomes more or less equals to zero.

  "You know what?, there are many people who pretend to be intelligent but very few people who are genius. If used right people at right place, our country can make a huge fortune" Meenakshi said when we were leaving out of the I.T complex.

  "Very true" replied Vicky.

THE BASTARDS-3

  Twenty Thousand INR were sufficient for three of us to enjoy the trip in royal style. The news of four monitors missing from the lab became a sensation next day, but that was not going to affect the trip as every thing was booked. The attendant had a suspicious eye on us, but if he had demonstrated his doubt in public then it would have been like hitting his own leg with an ax, as he would have been caught into unnecessary interrogation of management. Also his previous records which were deep buried, which in turn involved many big names of the college also didn't allow him to doubt on us or anybody else.

  Viky was the last person in college we would imagine to mess up with. Many said that he had a secret crush on Meenakshi and didn't liked her roaming with us. But being the class representative he had many restrictions.

  "Hey Meenu, Why don't you occupy your seat in the bus?" Vicky came up to Meenakshi who was very worried standing out side the bus.

  "Thanks Vicky" she gave him a smile saying SHUT-UP-AND-DO-YOUR-WORK.

  "Waiting for someone" he asked.

  Meenakshi didn't respond.

  "Bastards, right?"

  Now, this was end of her tolerance. She turned to him and was ready with her weapons to fire at him when we arrived on my antique bike, triple seated. 

THE BASTARDS-2

  The plan was FULL-PROOF. As always. We were going to follow the same plan that we undertook one year to rob the physics lab. One man was going to stand at the door, another man on the terrace and one inside the room. The man at door will watch for any danger, the man inside will pack the things into a bag and will attach to    rope tied at the window. The man on the terrace will pull the bag by the rope and the things to be stolen will be out of the lab. Next thing will be to get the far end of the building which is closer to the college boundary wall and with full force the bag will be thrown out of the campus. 

  This was the previous plan. A well designed, framed and well executed but failed as we didn't thought about the breakage of utensils as we threw the bag from the height. Though some of the utensils like thick glass beakers and iron gauge were not broken and generated an amount of almost 1500 bucks. 

  But this time, the shot worth 20,000 bucks. Hence a lot more handling and care was to be employed. Rocky was busy on terrace making a pulley like machine which he called will do the vengadium-leviyosa task. He had brought a steel pipe and two copper wires almost 100 meters in length. He fixed the pipe horizontally with a iron rod inside which made the pipe roll freely on it. The rod was fixed to wall with two connectors on either side. The bag was huge enough to contain four LCD monitors, and was tied with the copper wire on both the side for pulling it.

  Ishan was positioned on the entry of the lab to see whether someone was coming. I was inside to clean the Lab. 

  Thursday was chosen as the day, as the trip was scheduled from Saturday to the entire coming week. Also Thursday had five lectures in succession and It was damn sure that no one was going to attend the practicals. The lab will be empty and the period during which the attendant will be having his lunch will be used for the robbery. 

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 "BULL SHIT.. I am not coming".

 "But why??"

 "I don't have money"

 "But why don't you have money?"

 "Because I don't have money"

  Rocky (The ultimate Bastard) and Ishan (The stupid bastard) were yelling on me (The unluckiest bastard). Our college had organized an industrial visit (So called) to Hyderabad and I was in no mood to join. Actually I had the mood but scarcity of money made it "sour grapes" for me. 

 "You have got money to spend on that crap vehicle, you have money for those bull shit novels and you don't have money for the academic tour, right?" asked Rocky.

 "Ya, that's right. And for your kind information that crap drives us home. So please before saying any word about it think about your way back home because if she hears it and gets angry, then we have a big reason to worry" I said pointing towards my grand father's age bike.

 "Oh man, we'll figure out some way to get you money. Isn't it Rocky?" said Ishan winking towards Rocky.

  Rocky gave back his ULTIMATE-DEVIL'S-SMILE.  

 "I..AM..HAVING A very bad feeling...." I drank the last drop of saliva in my throat.

THE BASTARDS