A Journalist's Fun House

After we spoke about our past, I told Oli to go to Tota Ali’s house and persuade him to hear about the past. He did not say anything except he said that he was once an illiterate businessman and he had a son who passed away in the bus accident. Oli was truly anxious for Tota Ali because that Oli had a similar past. Therefore, I wrote in a notice board that Oli and Ovi ‘will’ help ‘us’ in a new method to get rid of all the unexpected past.

As a matter of fact, I was sure that Oli would help us. Most kids from our society would come from abroad and the kids we mentioned earlier were the next generation of ‘Prodeep’s Army’. The former ones would come. I was one of the former ones and I used to play with them, even I was a grown up. Now, my maturity had strike after the accident and Oli reminded me of Prodeep’s style of walking, attitude and I wish if it was Prodeep, I would have hugged him and I would dance with him. Therefore, Prodeep, now, no longer existed but he was among our hearts, even he was a naughty kid.

Next morning, Oli, Ovi and I went to the field of our society. We had setup our microphones and called the members of our society. People came and most of them were frustrated. Furthermore, people were asking questions about why we were calling. Then we had announced a five day meditation course but some refused to do it but Oli convinced them in such a way that Prodeep used to convince. That reminded me of another past:

“In the school, Prodeep was reading Reader’s Digest. When he was about to meet our secretary’s daughter, Zoya suddenly their art teacher prohibited to talk to him. She did not even talk to Prodeep through emails, phones and etc.

At rainy night, someone knocked the door. When, I opened, I saw Zoya who was looking scared and could not talk. I permitted her to come in. “What happened?” I asked. Zoya stammered “nothing”. I said “I think you have something to say about Prodeep, right?” Zoya said “yes, I know Prodeep and the other would never like it, but I want to say that I am misguided by the art teacher”. I said “what do you mean, ‘misguided’?” Zoya replied “Everything is getting wrong, may be my life will be finished”. I said “do not think like that, its okay, I am sure Prodeep will handle it because, he is smarter and cleverer than you all. He is a ‘con-artist’.” Zoya replied “it’s okay”.

Next morning, I told everything about Zoya to Prodeep and other members of Prodeep’s Army. I think, most elder people of our society should know it. After that, they went to school, even Zoya. During the break time, Dr. Khana Kha’s son, Asif who was fat long back saw, the art teacher forcefully took Zoya to the secret room. Then Asif informed the rest and then, Prodeep’s Army went to the Principal’s Office. That time, the Principal thought about something else and he was also absent minded. Prodeep complained the Principal about the art teacher. Then, the Principal jumped out from the chair frustratingly and went to the secret room, where the janitor lived.

The Principal was so absent minded that he was looking for the art teacher to another direction. Prodeep’s Army did not notice him. When Prodeep saw the teacher abusing Zoya and Prodeep also found out that the teacher had bitten Zoya and telling such abusive words that our society and the world never used it. Then he notice that the Principal was punching a broom and he showered with water buckets. Prodeep shouted “Sir!” When The Principal saw the art teacher, he said “Oh my father in law, I have been looking for you all along”. Then, The Principal kissed the art teacher. Prodeep’s army disgusted. The Principal also punched the art teacher. Furthermore, the art teacher got unconscious. Prodeep took the art teacher’s body out and called the police. Then the police arrested him and found out that he was non other than a convict who brutally murdered Makhanlal’s first daughter and also was a fraud. Then, the society appreciated the Prodeep’s Army”.

Now everything’s changed, there was no one to help each other, no one to play actively and no one to share feelings. That reminds me of a dialogue ‘we are the monsters whom breathing men can kill’.