'I have experienced this urge and this feeling many times. I do not suffer from any mental disorder. I do not know why I have it. I seem to enjoy
being cruel to people. I am a sadist, or you may call me a psychopath. I get pleasure when I hear a woman screaming with pain and begging for her life. I enjoy inflicting pain. It seems abnormal but I am like that. It has been part of me for many years now. I am a sick man. I am a wicked and a spiteful man. I have an evil mind and I believe in seeking violent revenge over small issues. Inside my head it’s all dark.’
‘When I saw blood stains of my brother, it made me very angry. My blood boiled when I saw those stains. I vowed to take revenge. I wanted to crush the two young people who had destroyed my family. My brother stepped out and I stepped in. You guys arrested my brother and killed him. I returned the compliment. I did the same in the same way. I avenged my brother’s death. I destroyed
December 30, 2013 Apollo Hospital At 4:00 pm Aditi’s condition had become critical. The chief executive officer of the Apollo Hospital said that she had suffered brain damage, an attack of pneumonia, and abdominal infection. The hospital said she was ‘fighting for her life.’ The doctors carried out many procedures on her to stabilise her condition, but she continued to deteriorate. She had been without pulse and blood pressure for nearly three minutes. She never regained consciousness. Her heart stopped beating. She died. The soul that spread joy had left the body. A short but a well-lived life will surely earn her a beautiful place in heaven. She was a brave girl who had put up a brave struggle till the end. She left us the memories that will never fade away from our lives. She was beautiful and she was like no one else. She was Aditi. I would never see her again, nor see her beautiful eyes, nor hear her sweet voice. I would nev
The next college semester was due to begin in a few days and the students hoped it would be different this time. They have discussed among themselves and decided not to repeat those things which has caused annoyance and unpleasantness in the last semester. They have decided to plan and organise activities for the next six months- to spend more time participating in competitions, sightseeing or travelling. It is a mixed blessing being a student. At times, it feels cool but then there are times when it feels quite awful. College gives knowledge, experience and confidence to the students during their stay in the campus. They pass out as better persons than when they came in. The students have planned activities for the next semester with ‘Creative Engagement’ as the theme. What most rather every student find irksome is the early morning classes. Some admit that they simply abhor them. Some find them particularly disagreeable if the subject happens to be the ones
The boys in the hostel were standing in a group and talking. The conversation went on for hours. It was nearly midnight. It was Vineet’s birthday. I knew it was his birthday, but I didn’t wish him and went to sleep. We left the surprise for later. It was around 3:00 a.m. ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR VINEET, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!’ All the boys in the hostel were up to wish him. Vineet was fast asleep in his room. He heard the commotion and was surprised. He woke up from his slumber. He was rubbing his eyes and it was a delight for his friends to watch his puzzled face. We wanted to give him birthday bumps. We lifted him up in the air and then left him to drop on to the bed. He was just in a state of shock at the sudden surprise. I gifted him a hand-written card. Happy Birthday, Bro. God Bless You Always. I don’t bother what others say about you, that you are rude, obnoxious, arrogant and some other unp
There was a sudden, loud and ear-splitting knock at the door. I was rudely shaken out of my deep sleep. I was unwilling to get up to see who was at the door. The noise was loud and sounded urgent. I could not ignore it. I reluctantly got up. I did not recognize the person standing before me. My eyes were still heavy with sleep. I focused my eyes on the person standing at the door with difficulty. It was the security guard. Before I could speak, he said, ‘Warden’s room in five minutes.’ He then turned around and left. I stood rooted to the ground, trying to understand the message the security guard had just delivered. Then I understood what the guard had said. The guard had delivered to me the urgent summons from the hostel warden. Warden Sir was strict and punctual. I needed to rush if I was to make it to his room within the time given. I splashed water on my face and woke up Vineet too. ‘Wake up, Vineet.’ He was fast asleep. I poured a mug of water o
We decided to go to the multiplex to watch a movie. It was a love story. The film was based on the life of a man of Indian origin, living in a foreign country, who comes to India looking for a girl to marry. In India, he meets a girl. He likes the girl and falls in love with her. He is unaware that her wedding has been planned with another man. The plot was good, and the director had done an amazing job. There were few twists and turns in the story and some romantic sequences. In crux, we enjoyed the movie. After the movie got over, we were hungry and went to the McDonalds outlet close by. We ordered a combo of McChicken burger, French fries and cold coffee. Vineet and I shared the bill. We do not like girls paying the bill at the restaurant. As we brought our food packets, Aditi asked, ‘Hey Yohan, where’s the bill?’ ‘Enjoy your meal, Aditi. Do not worry about the bill,’ I replied. ‘That is not fair. We’ll also contribute,’ Aditi said. ‘No problem. To
We felt rejuvenated after this wonderful trip and returned to the normal college life. I continued playing cricket. I often had to travel to participate in competitions and championship matches. Aditi wanted to attend every match and every tournament in which I was a part of. She turned out to be my lucky charm. Our friends and colleagues began to spread words about our relationship. There were rumours in the class about our marriage. I did not like it. I did not want our friendship to become the talking point among the students. I could not prevent the tongues wagging. I just ignored them. That was the only wise choice.I was at the peak of my career. I was looking for better alternatives to improve my performance. I was putting in hard work by regular practice. I went for morning jog and did exercise to keep myself fit.It was eight in the morning, I was brushing my teeth and was about to take bath. The first lecture was scheduled at 9:00 am. While I was taking a sho
Everything was going fine when suddenly a dark incident took place in our college.Students were in the classrooms attending lectures. Suddenly there was a loud shriek. The sound came from the direction of the girls’ hostel. The professors and the students left the classrooms to check the frantic incident. Someone shouted that a girl had committed suicide and was lying motionless on the floor. I rushed, marking my way through the crowd gathered in the college corridors and reached the spot where the body lay. There was a crowd of onlookers standing in a circle but keeping a good distance from the body. People were talking loudly among themselves. I heard someone say that the police have been informed and they would be coming here any moment. I moved a little closer. I could not believe my eyes. The girl lying on the floor was Sheffali. She was the girl we had seen crying in the canteen a few days ago.I could make out that she was still alive. ‘Someone, ple
'Did you commit this crime?’ Sourav sir asked Harshal, who sat across him on a chair. ‘Yes, sir, I accept the charges,’ he said. ‘Are you working under someone’s direction or are you acting on your own?’ sir asked. He did not reply. ‘You killed a young and an innocent girl. Police will ensure the court awards you with extreme punishment for this murder.’ Harshal looked lost and concerned. He went down on his knees and begged the police inspector to get him off the case. ‘Why should I let you free? The court will judge you and do justice to the girl you drove to death,’ said the inspector. ‘Sir, Raghu Raj had asked me to do all this,’ Harshal confessed to the inspector. Sourav left the room where Harshal was being questioned. He came and sat on his desk. He looked at one of his subordinates and said, ‘Pratap, find out where is MLA Raghu Raj.’ Raghu Raj was the national convenor of Rashtrivadi Party. He was a poli
December 30, 2013 Apollo Hospital At 4:00 pm Aditi’s condition had become critical. The chief executive officer of the Apollo Hospital said that she had suffered brain damage, an attack of pneumonia, and abdominal infection. The hospital said she was ‘fighting for her life.’ The doctors carried out many procedures on her to stabilise her condition, but she continued to deteriorate. She had been without pulse and blood pressure for nearly three minutes. She never regained consciousness. Her heart stopped beating. She died. The soul that spread joy had left the body. A short but a well-lived life will surely earn her a beautiful place in heaven. She was a brave girl who had put up a brave struggle till the end. She left us the memories that will never fade away from our lives. She was beautiful and she was like no one else. She was Aditi. I would never see her again, nor see her beautiful eyes, nor hear her sweet voice. I would nev
'I have experienced this urge and this feeling many times. I do not suffer from any mental disorder. I do not know why I have it. I seem to enjoy being cruel to people. I am a sadist, or you may call me a psychopath. I get pleasure when I hear a woman screaming with pain and begging for her life. I enjoy inflicting pain. It seems abnormal but I am like that. It has been part of me for many years now. I am a sick man. I am a wicked and a spiteful man. I have an evil mind and I believe in seeking violent revenge over small issues. Inside my head it’s all dark.’ ‘When I saw blood stains of my brother, it made me very angry. My blood boiled when I saw those stains. I vowed to take revenge. I wanted to crush the two young people who had destroyed my family. My brother stepped out and I stepped in. You guys arrested my brother and killed him. I returned the compliment. I did the same in the same way. I avenged my brother’s death. I destroyed
December 23, 2013 Tihar Jail, Delhi The dark shadow of crime never leaves the soul of a criminal. Your dark deeds catch up with you. That is the law of providence. You always pay the price. You have to settle the accounts of your misdeeds. If you have committed any crime, you will pay the price for it. Anup was in his cell. He was lost in his thoughts. There was a sound at the gate of the lock up. The key turned in the lock and the door of the lock up opened. Three men entered Anup’s cell. Anup did not recognise any of them. They shut the door behind them and locked it. They switched off light in the lock up. Anup tried to get up and shouted, ‘Who are you?’ His voice froze with fear when he saw one of the three men take out a pistol and point it at him. ‘Do not ask any questions. Get back,’ the man with the pistol said in a stern voice. One person brought in a lantern. Anup tried to see their face
December 18, 2013 Apollo Hospital 4:00 am Time changes the course of our destiny, but it still moves on. It stops for no one. Aditi went through her first surgery. Post-surgery she was under observation for several hours as doctors waited for her to regain consciousness. Her body was connected to various machines and tubes which displayed her condition on vital parameters. A team of doctors was watching over her. She was not showing any signs of improvement. Doctors said her condition was critical. The government appointed a team of physicians to ensure she received best medical care and attention. Doctors told us that she was running high fever of 103 °F. There was internal bleeding in her body and infection had set in. The doctors were trying to control the infection, but her body was not responding to any treatment. It was very important to bring the infection under control
The police team received information about a man who had travelled in the same car a little while before the attack on the victims took place. His name was Mayank. He was a part-time labour. He was returning home from work when he boarded the car. He told the police about all the drunken men and abusive language they used while talking. He also informed that they robbed him of his money and took his mobile and then ordered him to get out of the car. Police asked him why he did not report the incident to the police station. He said he tried to inform the PCR police present near the site of the incident when he got out of the car. But the PCR did not listen to his complaint. December 18, 2013 9:00 am The police got information about the owner of ‘Red Hat Travels’ taxi car which operated from Ghaziabad. The name of the owner was Prashant and he lived in Ghaziabad. The police knew the address of the company. ‘He will tell us the locati
Vineet was waiting outside the hostel gate. More than forty minutes had passed. He had been trying to call me and Aditi. He went back to Ruchi’s home. It had been too late, and he was seriously worried now. ‘Vineet, they are not picking up the phone. Should I call Aditi’s father?’ she asked. ‘No, Ruchi, not now. Something is wrong. I can sense it. We should find them first. Then we will call Aditi’s father,’ he replied. Vineet was with Ruchi and her mother in their car. They headed to Saket where we met last. Vineet was restless, entangled with horrible thoughts. ‘Vineet, if we cannot find them, we must call the police and inform Aditi’s father too,’ Ruchi was getting very worried. She feared for the worst. ... Two of the goons dragged Aditi to the front of the room and tied her with a thick cloth. Everyone was giggling and laughing like madmen. They were pointing their hands towards us and laughing at us. ‘Bara hero ba
December 17, 2013 Vineet and I planned to watch a movie before the semester exams begin. We asked Aditi and Ruchi to accompany us. We planned to meet at Saket, South Delhi, around five in the evening. The movie was scheduled at 5:20 p.m. Aditi’s Home Aditi got ready for the evening and came out of her room. Her family was sitting in the living room, having tea. She informed her dad that she was going for a movie. ‘With whom are you going to watch the film, Aditi?’ her father asked. ‘With Yohan, Ruchi and Vineet, dad,’ she replied. Abhi asked her which movie she was going to watch. She replied, ‘American Hustle.’ She also informed her mother that she would return by 8:30 pm, and will have dinner with three of us. ‘Take care, Aditi,’ her dad said affectionately. ‘Yes dad. Bye,’ she said and headed out of the house. Saket, 5:00 pm Vineet and I were standing along the side walk railing o
Aditi and I were enjoying our time together in college. Our friendship had steadied itself. We looked forward to each other’s company. The story of Vineet and Ruchi, however, was not making any headway. He was not able to gather courage and express his love to Ruchi. He could not say to Ruchi, ‘Ruchi, you are not my friend, but my girlfriend’. He needed to say the three magical words, ‘I love you’, but was too scared to say them. Aditi and I, we encouraged him to propose Ruchi. He always promised to do it the following day, but the magic moment would not arrive. ‘Why are you not proposing to her?’ Aditi asked despairingly. ‘Aditi, what if she says no?’ he said in a doubtful tone. ‘Come on, Vineet. Be practical. Tell me, why will she refuse? It is not a crime to fall in love,’ I edged in. I was sure Vineet would never be bold enough to express his love to Ruchi. We decided to take the matter in our hands. Aditi and I chalked out a plan to unite
I didn’t realize when I have literally fallen asleep. I slept like a log, unaware of what was happening around me. When I woke up, my heart was beating rapidly. I asked my heart, ‘Hey my heart, why are you beating so fast? ‘That is my business.’ it replied. ‘Okay. That’s good. But why so fast?’ ‘Don’t worry. I beat for someone.’ ‘For who?’ ‘Aditi,’ my heart replied. I shook away the thought. I got up and went to the washroom to freshen up. I came to my bed to check my phone, if there was any call. The battery was dead. I thought for a while. At night the charge in the battery of the phone was around 70. I was not able to understand how it drained from seventy to zero. I had not used my phone at night. ‘Never mind’, I said to myself, and I plugged it in for charge. I thought of calling Aditi but decided to call her after my breakfast. Meanwhile the phone battery would be charged. I went to the dining table. Dad was alrea