One of the best movies of all times, "The sound of music", has a wonderful song. It goes:
Lets start at the very beginning,
A very good place to start.
When you read, you begin with
A-B-C
A-B-C
When you sing, you begin with
Do-re-mi......
When you sing you begin with do-re-mi... When you kill, you begin with load, point and shoot. 3 simple steps, a recoil, a splash of blood and a thud later, a life is gone, and its over. You can do it again if you want. Its really easy. All you need to do is point and shoot and wait for the thud of the lifeless body hitting the floor. There are some who say its an art. Others say its sport.
I disagree with both of them.
When you are someone in my position, you don't kill for fun. You don't kill if you can avoid it. Infact, its the last thing in a list of options - if you are sane enough to think up of a list of options being in my position - is killing someone.
But I'm Dash. I've gone from being the best particle physicist around to a camera man for a porno racket in the outskirts of Mumbai. I have an ex-girlfriend who thinks I deserted her as soon as she got pregnant. The person whom I live with today, the one person I would give up my life for, (or take someone else's as in this case), shares more than his shaving cream with me.
I will kill if I have to.
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The police would find her body by the weekend.
It doesn't matter.
They'll get a positive identification within two hours. Nobody can identify a journalist faster than the police themselves.
It doesn't matter.
They'll find the murder weapon by about the same time. The ballistics will be able to confirm it was the murder weapon. Forensics will find finger prints on them. My finger prints.
It doesn't matter.
They'll trace the gun to its rightful owner. He'll say it was stolen. If he was smart, he'll have a copy of an FIR complaint filed two days ago to prove his gun was stolen.
It doesn't matter.
No one threatens your life. Not while I'm around. I might be a bar tender and a fucked up camera man, but she should have remembered I was more than just that a year ago.
I was the best physicist around, and I didn't get there by just lazing around.
I might live in a rat hole, and my head might be fucked up beyond recognition. But the life I see, through a blue lens, is still processed by one of the sharpest minds in the country. A few nasty incidents in life later, when she found herself at the bad end of a nozzle and me on the other side of it, she knew what was going to happen next. She closed her eyes and waited for it. Bless her, she spared me having to close her body's eyes.
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There is something horribly wrong with this country isnt there? You know there is. I gave up my profession to find it. I abandoned the girl I thought I loved right when she needed me the most, just to prove it.
This is my story.
This is my story, as seen through a blue lens.
And I have a question for you before I leave today:
Who rules the world?
--Dash
