NeoBluePanther

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Ramesh looked first at one face and then at the other, and when he realized that the two friends were serious, he said simply, “Its not easy”

“That’s why we need your help, you will be our inside man!”

“The one who always gets caught.”

“And if you get caught, I am sure you will blurt out our names, so when we ask you to join us, we intend to keep you safe. One for all and all for one.”

“Let’s hear the plan,” Ramesh said after some moments of silence.

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“Good,” Vikas said.

There was silence as the two friends walked towards their offices, and I followed them.

“Let’s hear your plan!” Rahul said jokingly.

“The plan is simple. The day the transfer of money is to be made, we cause some trouble in the vehicle in which the money is to be transferred, so that by the time they are ready to leave it’s a bit late. And we will let them get the message across to the big bank branch that they are late . Then as soon as they leave we can cause the telephone exchange to go out and thus this area loses all connection with the outside world. Then as we will have already arranged we will stop the vehicle on the road and get away with the money.”

“And all of this will be done by just the two of us?”

“NO! we need a third one.”

“And who will that be?”  

“Ramesh.”  

“You can’t be serious. He works for the bank.” 

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“Ok I think I should go now”. It was Ramesh who said that. Rahul and Vikas were in no hurry, they had a whole night in front of them, and usually they remained together till it was time to sleep.

“Ok!” both Rahul and Vikas said in unison.

“He is a nice guy, a bit empty in the head, but not bad,” Vikas said as Ramesh left.

“Yes that’s right, but any company is good company in a  place like this.’

“I could not agree more.”

“What do you think of the bank?” Vikas said, all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, a crore of rupees is not much but if we get a chance to get our hands on that money, and in a way that no one will think it was us, it won’t be bad at all.”

Rahul  laughed. He did not think that Vikas was being serious.

“I am serious” Vikas said, “Maybe  you and me being here at the same time is destiny, and our one chance to haul in some cash.”

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All of this I did not learn only by observing them, but also by listening to their talk that ranged from religion to philosophy to studies. But, now, my reader, I think I have told you enough about them, so let us get into the story mode, where it gets interesting.

My interest in them had began to wane, for they were nothing but two city born youth living the village life , not out of choice but by force. Most of the time they would be cursing their luck for bringing them into this sleepy village, while people their age were having fun in the cities. At times though they did  thank their stars for giving them a learning experience like no other, not only professionally but as an individual. Being among the few well educated people in the village they were respected and no one passed them by without wishing them. Both of them liked this, though they never admitted it to each other, nor even to themselves.

So, as one day as I was thinking about moving on their conversation got interesting.

That day it was Rahul, Vikas and Ramesh, the bank clerk, sitting in the evening sun and just talking over a cup of tea. As usual it was Vikas who started the conversation:

“Wow…how peaceful and silent this place is. We could never get to see that in the city.”

“True, but after two years this tends to get a little bit boring,” Rahul replied.

“I never found it interesting in the first place,” said Ramesh.

Vikas looked at them with a frown on his face.

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During my ( the story is being told by Loktak) wanderings through the various small towns and cities, I was fascinated by strange things and, then, sometimes, I stopped by to observe the quirks of human nature. Once passing through a very small village, I was surprised to see two well dressed guys taking a walk on the dusty village road. They seemed so out of place on that road, that I had no other option but to stop by and, see what they were about.

“It’s so boring here” the taller guy was saying.

“Tell me about it, I have been here for two years now… and for one and a half I was all alone,” the fair guy said.

“Yea, what did you do… before I came here, Doctor.

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