The voice ..... Part III

Years flew like supersonic jets...... I am now doing my MCA - masters in computer application......We were the first batch of MCAs from our college..... I was the part of the 'naughty-troublesome-rebellious' gang of six - the U6 ..... we had some other names too ;)...... there was no leader...... but we all were...... we all had that 'talent' ..... something which kept us togather..... later we added more members, as they showed the 'talent' ......the 'talent' of the fittest..... other than some very exceptional events, we were not just naughty, but we were the best.... the cream..... We protested when there was a problem.... we facilitated when there was an event.... we organised and conducted events..... we participated in evets and inter-collegiate festivals and events.... we initiated when changes were required..... we supported when it was required..... but we never fell back in studies...... we had ranks in the 'top five' too.....I remember being part of a 3 day event conducted by our department..... five of us were heading the different committees....Organising, finance, food, decoration and welcome..... we slept three nights in the hall to take care of the valuables there..... Those days were fantastic.....
So, we were doing good..... We were the final year students then... There are two junior batches for us..... Then our teachers' and HOD decided to have a 2 day national seminar on 'Neural Networks'...... As usual, the U6 headed the committees.... It was all smooth..... We had a good time.... No classes for two days..... Enjoyment..... Closing day.... I was bit upset.... Something was bothering me from the morning...... everything else were fine..... All arrangements are done... Only thing left is the closing ceremony..... I also sat with my friends for it to start.... Almost all our batchmates were sitting behind..... Except some, all other people were sitting in the front rows.....Also, as we were the organisers, we might have to go, out and in, occasionaly.....so, i was there.. bit screwed up.. bit upset.... my friends knew this...... rather U6 knew this..... then came the time for Prayer...... the meeting usually starts with prayer song..... we were all standing..... then to my shock, rage and embrassment I felt someone trying to swirl me..... It was himmm..... No wonder..... 'Wrong time'.... I said in mind.... Then I turned back and told him the same..... and added - ' I am in a wrong mood. Leave me or you will repent'..... I repeated the same..... No effect..... I am still being swirled......The prayer was going on... My hands were tied...... I am a thin guy.... so, I have seen people trying to overpower.... or trying to subdue... which i resisted to the fullest extend I could..... May the same i felt here... also I was upset!!!!!!!....... real wrong time to mess with mee..... he didnt know..... he tried.... and he got his piece of cake..... the prayer lasted for some 3 minutes..... and I was being swirled.....from behind..... my blood was boiling for this much time......when all were trying to grab their seats after the prayer, I heard the voice.... you guessed correct..... 'ATTACK' .......... I turned back..... my right hand was fast and long enough to reach him.......One big blow...... The best one I have done ever in my life...... It should have made crack on his cheeck bone..... He was shocked....All others near us were shocked...... I sat down... as i have spilt the rage..... he broke down to tears..... it would have really hurt..... and he isnt so tough..... the situation was under control ..... my friends scolded me for the rage....... they consoled him and comforted him...... no one else knew this event as we were sitting in the last rows..... and also the proceedings of the meeting were on..... I sat there till the end of the meeting..... he sat there weeping.... with his blood-red left eye...... I almost missed his eye.....it was too close..... he left before the meeting was dispersed...... I went home as usual.... but with an itch in my mind.....two three days had gone...... there werent any enemity signs..... nor any counter attacks..... I went upto him, said sorry, told him that the action was only out of rage..... We were friends agian.... and still are...... He pulls my leg occasionaly referring to this incident...... Thank god.... he doesnt have any problem with his left eye till date......

The voice ..... Part II

Two years had gone.....And its time again for a fight......This guy joined our school from some other......He joined us in 9th standard..... We were friends.... and you know what.... we were bench mates..... He was not so good in studies..... So he used to take my help.... I used to help him out.... He used to take my books home to write down the notes...... Ohh... That was a himalayan task...... How many note books we have written...... History, geography..... Oh god!!!!! So the time came for us to quarrel..... We had some arguement.... calling 'names' .... some pulling and pushing.... inside the class..... But it wasnt so serious, I thought..... It was during our lunch interval.... It was a wednesday...... We have two hours drill on that day.... Last two periods...... Usually we are allowed to play in that time.....He did not talk to me after the interval..... There was one period......He kept mum..... Then we went to the playground for soccer....But, things were not so, as I thought...... He was very much disturbed by one of the 'name' I called him..... I dont remember which.... But he was real serious...... He did not join us for soccer.... I was playing.... After a very long, exhausting dribble I was gasping and was taking rest near the goal post........ The goal post was actually supporting me to stand...... I was like glued to the post....... I didnt see this guy coming near me..... He came and ..... THUD!!!!........ he blew a hard blow behind my back..... it took the whole air out of me..... I was stunned for a moment......Everyone who was near was also shocked.... Only we two knew the reason...... I sat down........... 'ATTACKK' - there came the voice.....what could I do other than obeying..... the voice from inside..... I stood up..... He got into his heels..... He ran towards the school building......He sure knew he was faster than me!!!! Also that if he is inside the building, I wont dare to do anything..... But I did extra..... I could catch him before he got in and before others came running to us.....But the place was a bit risky...... I caught him near our Electronics class room..... and our Electronics teacher - another drill sargent - who is know for his short-temper is there in the class..... teaching our seniors.... What a place to catch a fish..... Now I am in trouble.... I cant beat him right here..... If I do, the sargent will come to know..... If I dont, I loose the chance..... Also, the occassion is not so big that I beat him up after 2-3 days... or whenever I get him all alone..... for which the chances are less......But, my other classmates interfered.... They didnt know it would become a chance for me.... When we two were pulling pushing each other, some of them came to resolve..... during talks, He still in my clasp.... they pushed us away from the Electronics classroom's window...... Now the angle is clear.... No teacher can see us ...... The troubleshooters had actually concentrated on my hand which was holding him... So my other hand was free..... Idea struck..... I calculated the way by which i can reach his cheek bone....Closed my fist.....THUD!!!!!!!...... the balancer....... He was shocked..... others too..... they knew it balanced the game..... so they left...... he also knew it is a balancer..... so he didnt fight back.... But he didnt cry.... He was a hard boiled egg..... As usual, I went upto him, said sorry and befriended him, the next day......