“Do you have
any information about Soumaya?”
“No, we
don’t have. We saw him last when he installed the software, your man was
present then.”
“Yes, our
man followed him next day to Howrah Station, he boarded Shantiniketan Express
for Bolepur. That young man who was here the other day with us watching Soumaya was the
one following. We think Soumaya might have noticed him and he vanished in the mid-way.
Samaranand and Babulal also looked worried. They had no clue. We require Soumaya
urgently.”
‘’Have you
tried contacting Samaranand?”” Sunil Maity asked.
Babulal was
playing this recorded conversation in the device which was still kept with the
beggar woman Pagli who had been camping outside the Maity house in Lansdown.
Babula had instructed her to camp there indefinitely till he instructed otherwise.
This device was recording the conversations in the drawing room of Maity house
through the bugs planted by him and Soumaya in their first meeting.
‘We have
hacked Samaranand’s email to know whereabouts of Soumaya, we have also made
arrangement to tap his mobile. We followed him to Trincas but Soumaya did not
appear. Now for the last few days we find that Samaranand is not coming for his
morning walk at the lake.’”
Babulal too
was worried that he was not able to contact Samaranand, Both Soumaya and
Samaranand have mysteriously vanished.
One thing
was clear to Babulal that Soumaya had vanished to avoid those persons who were
asking Maity brothers about him. Babulal continued listening to the recorded
conversation and heard the unknown voice telling Maity brothers.
“We are an
IT company and we have been approached by political parties to make videos by
mixing old and new clippings. We know that Soumayas has developed an algorithm
which you have purchased. We want him to work with us for similar project but
in much bigger scale. But somehow he is avoiding us.”
From the
above conversation at least it was clear to Babulal that those people mean
business and somehow Soumaya did not want to get involved with them because of
involvement of politicians.
Presently Babulal had
no financial problem as they made a neat sum out of the deal with Maity
brothers. Now he was left alone and had to figure out a way to find them. He
was relieved that Soumaya was not in danger yet, but
he never imagined that Samaranand would become a target.
Babulal was
in pensive mood, he was an orphan who ran away from Bihar to Delhi. He did all
those odd jobs like operating the hydraulic jack below a sadhu’s throne who
would fool his disciples that he was levitating by divine power. Later he was an assistant to a street magician but then his fate brought him to Kolkata where
he met Samaranand who gave him mental and financial support. Now he was like a
gliding eagle who suddenly loses the thermal current which keeps him afloat and
starts frantically flapping his wing , metaphorically his mind was restless like
the flapping of wings of eagle.
He has to be
focused. He remembered the story of the deaf frog which Samaranand told him in
initial days.
The race
began of tiny frogs climbing the tall tower...
Honestly, No
one in crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the
tower.
You heard
statements such as:
"Oh,
WAY too difficult!! They will NEVER make it to the top."
or:
"Not a
chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"
The tiny
frogs began collapsing. One by one...... Except for those who in a fresh tempo
were climbing higher and higher...
The crowd
continued to yell
"It is
too difficult!!! No one will make it!"
More tiny
frogs got tired and gave up......But ONE continued higher and higher and
higher...
This one
wouldn't give up!
At the end
everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who
after a big effort was the only one who reached the top!
THEN all of
the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do
it?
A contestant
asked the tiny frog how the one who succeeded had found the strength to reach
the goal?
It turned
out...that the winner was DEAF.....he could not hear those discouraging words..
The wisdom of this story is:
Never listen
to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic...
...because
they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you. The ones you
have in your heart!
Always think
of the power words have.
Because
everything you hear and read will affect your actions!
Therefore: ALWAYS be...POSITIVE!
And above
all:
Be DEAF when
people tell YOU that YOU cannot fulfill YOUR dreams!
Always
think: I can do this!
Positive
Attitude is the best Attitude.
He repeated the story in his mind for self-confidence,
somehow he was sure that he would receive some signal from Samaranand or Soumaya,
he must not get cowed down by the negative vibes of the situation. His mind was cluttered with all kinds of thoughts when there was a knock on his door in his present hideout at Sealdah slum.'Who is it' he hesitantly asked.
"Swiggy" was the reply.
But Babulal was hesitant to open the door as he had not ordered anything and for that matter he had no swiggy account.
He looked out through the window and found a hooded fellow in dark Swiggy dress, he could not see the face, the posture was familiar.
Who is that fellow? Should he open the door or climb out by the rear window and vanish?
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