EK policitican -2

Did ever give a thought why someone believe in God ? It is either of fear or need. Need because he is enough powerful to give something and fear because he is even more powerful to punish.
But in both these two emotions there is something common, God is powerful.
Power destroys. Power rises .From childhood I am always attracted to powerful people. It might be my class tutor who controlled all of us with the authority given by role or rich man with money or the street goon who controlled with his strength.
I always gave my best shot to be powerful. The powerful role which I knew and could aspire when I was in my upper high school is CL (class leader). Each class is owned by one teacher. Each teacher use to choose a student as CL depending on merit or on depending on the student strength to control his classmates in his absence. Occasionally a Jr CL was also chosen.
In my 8th standard Mr B.N Rao was my class owner. To become CL I studied hard to in my unit exams and managed to top . But I guessed bad that Mr BN would make me as CL . He preferred to choose someone by popularity. I might be topper of the class but popularity wise I suck. No one use to like me in my entire class for the reason I never allowed anyone to cheat in exams.
Although it is out of my business I behaved like a sniffer dog to catch and complain against someone who is cheating. I don’t know why I did so I always believed that cheating in exams is crime. So I never did and never allowed anyone to.
Mr BN announced that we would having elections to chose a CL. There were two guys who competed for this . One is Venkatesh and other as excepted is me. Venkatesh is an average student in my class. Although he is average studies but the best for making friends, in sports. Popularity wise he soared in our class. Venkatesh and I were very opposite characters.
On the day of election I requested all of my classmates to vote for me. Election started and ended. I only managed 10 out of 40 votes. Mr BN declared Venkatesh as CL. I was very upset. The desire for power made me devilish. Next day I went to Mr BN and complained him that Venkatesh promised students to give chocolates if they vote for him. Mr BN accepted my complaint and promised for re election.
Next day Venkatesh came and spoke with me.
"If you let me cheat in the exam today, I will make sure that you would be the Jr CPL." Venkatesh said to me. I thought for a few minutes giving him no assurance. I gave a thought on his offer. It is morals or dream. I decided to go with my morals.
Mr BN announced that re-elections would be held next day. To inflict more pain one more guy decided to compete as CL. He was a friend of mine Rajesh. Election started. This time I managed only 4. Venkatesh 31 and Rajesh 5.
Mr BN announced that Venkatesh would be CL and Rajesh as Jr CL

EK policitican -1

It is morning 4’o clock. I can hear the clock ticking .Slowly loosening the window bolt and dismantling it, I leaped into the room through the window. Now I am in the bedroom of member of state constituency.

It is not so easy to kill to person , Before I hire a hearse for one, I always consider two things . First how powerful are his allies and how much his allies would be of use . Nothing more . I have never thought of the any other than above two. But no strangely today I am considering the third .

Will he live after dead.

I drew up the gun pulled the trigger and shot twice . First missed and second too . The made enough noise to wake everyone in home. I can hear the sound of panic . Now I am left with no choice . Before someone knocks the door I have to finish off. This time I aimed perfectly and shot. Blood spilled all the floor , I have thrown the gun down and stared at the door. I can hear the noise of people running towards the door.

Exactly in 26 minutes I can hear ambulance sound and in 3 more minutes police. After a minimal first aid , immediately I was carried fast to the ambulance , I can hear my wife crying and Ranga shouting at his men to run around the home and catch the murderer.

But until now it is only two on earth who knew that I shot and I am shot.

Holding my breath , I can feel the bullet just a few inches below my heart. The ambulance took me to the state hospital . Although I am on the verge to faint , the flashes of camera and the strong TV camera lights kept me awake.

Not to surprise, a man bumped into the stretcher I was , cut his right thumb and smeared on my forehead .

I am taken into the emergency unit and was operated. The last thing I could sense was only that .My heart iterating “ I have to live and I will no matter what . Only one chance to make my dream true .Give me one chance O God, let me die some other day but definitely not today “


Disclaimer
All the characters and events in "EK politician" are fictional and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or fictional or situations past, present, or fictional is purely and completely coincidental.