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                                      DELHI SAFARI       

                                          CHAPTER-1

Daya!!! Darwaza tod do……..

ACP Pradyuman ordered Daya to break open the door, behind which the suspected murderer of the diamond merchant Keshubhai Patel was hiding.

I and my four buddies- Manash, Hirak, Gaurav and Sajid were sitting on the bed, in the room no-324 of the hotel Northern Palace of Paharganj, biting our nails, too much exaggerating and getting over indulged in watching the climax of that episode of the ever running, having super magnetic power show C.I.D. Each one of us had suspicion on a different character to be the murderer, and added to that, we had bets too.

“I bet for Rs.100 that the wife is the culprit”

Sajid, thumping the remote in one hand with the other, said, interrupting our attention which we were paying to that scene. If we engineering students would pay a fraction of that attention to our lectures or notes, our score cards can get some better looking grades.

“Will you shut the fuck up Sajid?”  Hirak responded immediately.

“If you two speak a word more, I am sure that CID guys will be showing a new episode soon about how Hirak and Sajid were murdered brutally, and believe me they will not be even able to catch hold of me because I have learnt many tricks from the show itself as how to conduct a silent murder without leaving any evidences”- 

Manash said with a sarcastic grin over his face, which even worked, and resulted in a pin drop silence again in the room, with each of us again busy with the show, as if our life and death depends on that.

Well, in this whole C.I.D drama, I forgot to tell who we are and what the crap we are doing there in Delhi, fixing our asses on the hotel bed, gluing our eye to the idiot box, trying to make the most out of that show by imagining how we will implement the superbly gained knowledge of catching criminals in our day to day life, and eventually become a hero (at least in our city).

I am Mohit, just a next door guy from Guwahati , whom the neighbours don’t even care to observe whether he puts on a new hair style or some trendy clothes, average in studies and the decision maker of my group of useless lads, the rest four whose names I already mentioned. Our parents (alike most of the parents of India) consider us as “good for nothing”. And the reason for what we are doing here is our “semester exam”.

Now you all must be wondering “semester exams” in Delhi for a guy studying in Guwahati. Well that’s a story in itself.

We five are studying aeronautical engineering (I know you might be thinking such a course doesn’t suits with the description of me I have given, but can’t help it…. Accept it) from a “bhagwan bharose chal raha” college. As the course is affiliated to Aeronautical Society of India, and there is no examination centre in North East for AeSi’s semester exams, we selected Delhi as the venue. There were a few other centre across India too, including Kharagpur being the nearest. The actual reasons behind selecting Delhi were-

a.   Fuck exams!!! We will have a gala time there.

b.   Far from the home, there will be no one to pressurize us continuously to study, study and study…

c.   And…. The five of us were born travelers…. We love sight seeing, historical monuments ….. and no place can beat Delhi as far as that is concerned.

                                 to be continued in next chapter