In all murder cases in India, there are certain things in common. The leaders refused to have special security even though they were warned in advance about the seriousness of the situation. The reactions were dire with the assassination and counterattack by mutually opposing groups. It was later discovered that the killers were highly motivated by extreme brainwashing by those who hold a grudge against the murdered.

But now, times have changed. Democratically elected leaders also enjoy full security and protection on a par with dictators. However, they are victims of the assassins’ bullets. We will see in this short fiction the assassination attempts of a democratically elected leader and his subsequent fall.

THE HISTORY:

The intelligence reports were quite alarming!

The latest reports reported that the suicide squads of the terrorist groups in the interior have focused on a master plan to kill the mass leader and the Head of State, Mr. X.

The matter was discussed in a closed-door cabinet meeting.

“My beloved leader Sir, (mentioning the leader’s name is totally forbidden because it is considered disrespectful to the beloved leader). We will give our lives to save him. Can anyone touch him?” Almost all the ministerial companions assured in chorus.

“Our dearest lord,” Deputy Chief Ramsingh addressed him. Among all the ministers, he was the only one who could speak face to face with the chief. “I suggest you not go out for a few days. You can approach any function through direct TV broadcast”

The chief laughed. “Do you mean that I am a coward? Have you forgotten the fact that Mahatmaji refused to have security? I am a follower of Gandhi and I belong to that category of leaders. If I die for the country. Let me do it because I am proud to die of that way. So don’t let me hide in my lair. Let me travel as usual. ” With that said, he concluded the cabinet meeting and went to his cabin to attend to other routine tasks.

The impending event occurred in the next two days. Mr. X was attending an official function that was to take place in an auditorium. The function was to declare an image of Gandhi open. As he was walking down the ramp to reach the podium, a young man in his twenties appeared out of nowhere and bullets from his machine gun went through his body and destroyed him. Improved modern technology made it possible for the murder to be broadcast live. The killer wasted no time shooting himself to death.

Satellite televisions wasted no time and repeatedly broadcast the bodies of both the murdered and the murderer.

The party workers were immediately provoked. Arson and vandalism were attacked with immediate effect. In short, the state came under the control of antisocial elements, rioters and hooligans. Unable to bear the loss, some fanatic members burned to death. The entire state was in a state of chaos.

Suddenly, all the channels stopped broadcasting. Only one announcement was aired, “Please stand for important announcement.” After repeating almost fifty times, they began to broadcast on television “Our leader is not dead, he is very alive.” They repeated the announcement over and over again. The radios also announced the same massage. All available wireless, electronic and satellite channels repeatedly announced “Our beloved leader will appear and address the people of the State.”

The senseless violence stopped. Yes, finally the Head of State appeared on television and other media. With folded hands, he thanked the audience for their massive support.

“My dear brothers, you are the blood of my blood, you are the nerves of my nerves. Nothing has happened to me and I have successfully emerged from the treacherous assassination attempt of our adversaries, who are actually cowards. It is not like that. Easy to take away from him. life to their beloved leader, ”he declared.

Immediately the violent mood turned into a mood of joy and celebration.

But how did he escape the assassination attempt?

The secret was made public in a day or two. The murdered person was a replica of Mr. X whose name was Kasi, who has also represented him on several occasions in the past.

“People just mistake Kasi as me. When it comes to just cutting a ribbon without inviting any lecture that I used to duplicate,

“This time, I told him not to be because the intelligence reports were totally adverse, but he refused and went to represent me. That put an end to it.” Then, telling his close associates, he wiped away the tears (!) That fell from his eyes. .

As a reward, he gave Rs 50 million to Kasi’s family and Rs 1 million each to the families of those who self-immolated, reaching almost 8, so that the voices against the bloody death of 9 innocents were silenced.

But there were some voices of discontent as reflected in some television shows. Speakers objected to the Head of State delegating another man on his behalf, thus sacrificing an innocent life to save himself. Some street plays were staged to condemn the incident. People compared Kasi to “Aravan”, a character from Mahabharatha who was sacrificed to save the lives of Pandavas, the five brothers. They portrayed innocent people who sacrificed their lives by sacrificing fire beetles that simply jump into the fire and die, being drawn to it. Opposition leaders asked: “Is this the way the leader protects himself, especially when he declares himself a follower of Mahathma Gandhi, who boldly, open-chested, faced bullets?”

Mr. X despised the entire opposition and continued his work. Power corrupts, absolute power absolutely. By the enormous power he possessed, he silenced all the voices that opposed him.

Everything was silent, rather it seemed silent for a few months.

He revisited the residence of his concubine, of course, with all his official security car, etc.

He sat on the luxurious sofa, which he gifted his sweet heart with a ‘lungi’ (colored dhoti) and a bear’s chest. “Honey, please give me a cup of milk.” His voice was so sweet that it showed the other side of his personality that none of his colleagues or party workers could ever hear. “Okay honey, why milk? I’ll send badham keer” which meant milk sweetened with almonds “I’ll send it through Sita, my maid. I have to go to the bathroom.” With that said, he gave her a deep kiss and left.

In five minutes, her maid brought joy. Seeing that young and beautiful maiden, the leader was shocked. “Oh you’re here! How are you? Did you spend all the money I gave you?” he asked taking the cup in his hands.

“I’m fine sir” saying so, she stood up and grabbed his feet with both hands.

“Okay, put my foot down,” he yelled.

But she didn’t even let go of his hold.

In a split second he pressed a button attached to the belt on his lap.

There was a huge explosion. The leader and the servant were cut to pieces.

The whole room collapsed with a huge noise.

The lady who was in the bathroom was also buried in the bathroom rubble.

Some members of the security personnel were also killed in the blast.

Thus the story of the great leader came to an end.

The incident was broadcast by all satellite television stations. But the pity was that nobody believed it. “He will not die, he will return as we saw in the past,” they hoped.

Satellites have to work hard showing their body two or three times to make you believe. There was no self-immolation, there were no protests because everything was done.

The intelligence chief was reporting to the cabinet. The previous deputy director, Mr. Ramsingh, had become the head and chaired that meeting.

“Sir, the suicide bomber was Kasi’s second wife. Young and beautiful, she was married to him just two years ago. We all know that Kasi was murdered ten months ago for being mistaken for Mr. X. The government gave her huge compensation . Someone had completely brainwashed her to avenge the death of her husband. She was highly motivated. The coach knew very well that the boss would be casual at his concubine’s house. Therefore, he chose that place for the murder. Kasi’s second wife Sita joined there as a servant and was waiting for the opportunity, she turned into a human bomb to kill him instantly.

The only good thing is that this time there were no aravan to replace Mr. X or fire beetles to self-immolate ”, he concluded.

After a pause, she continued: “But we do not know the main conspirator who motivated her to take revenge. Certainly, some terrorist group has provided the weapons, but there is a mastermind behind the whole conspiracy. We are trying through various ways, but so far no clue, “he concluded with a deep sigh.

There was a mysterious smile on the face of the chief, Mr. Ramsingh, which no one noticed.

Three months later:

“Look, this is the photograph of the guy who mercilessly killed your mother and head. Shouldn’t you avenge her?”

The concubine’s son was being brainwashed by someone showing him the photograph of the current Chief Ramsingh.

The brainwashing game goes on and on.