The Dummy Boy – Part 1

This is the extra ordinary and heart touching tale of a boy, a diploma student, who became a racketeer. I decided to write his story the moment I heard it from him. Like all masala potboilers this story also has a spoilt boy, his lover girl, crime, a college and his enthralling Don Quoxotian adventures. I may not be able to do justice to his story to the fullest, but I will be doing a great injustice to him if I don’t write it.
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A thousand oceans snarled in his dreamy eyes when he first walked through the corridors of his college verandah. He was disturbed, he was completely broken, he didn’t know what to do. He entered the college with 500 rupees and an old trunk suitcase which contained his dresses and some books. He had no acquaintances in the city of Kolhapur and his mind was preoccupied with his father’s illness. A lot of things flashed through his mind randomly, the day a scholarship was awarded to him by his gaavwaalahs for getting a distinction in the 10 standard, his fathers heart attack and paralysis, the face of his childhood sweetheart, his mothers struggles as a house maid to make both ends meet and the thought about his own future, it was too much for a 20 year old to bear. ‘Kya re behnchodh!’, he felt a pair of hands falling on his shoulders. They were the rogue group in the college, final year students. There were five of them, all dressed up in complete ‘charra’ attires. The leader of the group, Vikram Mhatre was a tall green eyed boy with well toned body and a Hrithik Roshanisque hair style. ‘Kailas, get the bastard to the hostel room’, he screamed to his most obedient subordinate.
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The Men’s Hostel was an old building which in its appearance had a close resembalance with the ‘bhoot’ houses shown in bollywood films. Room No 101 in the first floor were the camp of the ‘charra’ group. The hostel was their underworld and they controlled all its functions from that room. The major source of their income was from the smuggling of food materials from mess and commissions for contract of food items. The haftas they recieved from the hostel inmates were another source of revenue. They were notoriously called as the ‘Inglorious Rascals’. Vikram their leader and the 4 others Kailas, Satish, Swapnil and Rakesh were the uncrowned king and his warriors in the underworld of Government Polytechnic Kolhapur. ‘What is your name?’ Kailas screamed with arrogance, like all cowards usually do. Kanhaiya Lal…….. ‘Full name’, asked Vikram. Kanhaiya Lal Gupta….. Kainhaiya Laaaal………Vikram started laughing in a manner which would have made Gabbar Singh proud and his subordinates mimicked him with panache.
The worst thing about being in a group is that, you never know your limits and even your trueself when you are involved with it. ‘Where is your Radha Mr.Kanhaiya’ it was Swapnil, a short dark boy resembling a pigmy. ‘Your Radha is there in the wall’, Vikram pointed his finger to a b grade actress poster in the wall. ‘Start making love with her’
‘Aaah remove your pants before that’
Kanhaiya removed his shirt, pants and undies without a moment of thought only to give the rascals a shock, the first one of its kind for them. He started making love with her with all its intensity and vigour. The rascals were embarssed, as if they were publicly watching a pornographic film.
‘Are, remove this lunatic out of our room, other wise he will spoil our floor and walls’ Vikram shouted in a startled tone.
Kanhaiyya came out of the room with the same naughty smile that young ‘Lord Krishna’ wears in his face.
Kanhaiyya Lal, 20 years old 5 feets 8 inches, 72Kg, the hero of this story, a bipolar personality, who can jump from the depths of depression to the heights of ecstacy in seconds, who writes his own rules, who is illogical, contradictory and inconsistent and what not, the almighty had created him with all emotions in excess………. He turned back to look at that number 101 which later became the head quarters of his empire.

to be continued…………….
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