A ROCKET-Y DAY FOR Dr. NAIR.
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As a refreshing change to regional politics and recurring crime-scenes, newsstands across the northern belt got a unique headline to display the previous week when seven rocket launchers were recovered on the Delhi-Ambala section of Northern Railways. While train movement was restored within no time, the affair of dealing with the suspicious artillery triggered a fresh controversy across the nation.
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more... before the three wings of the Indian defense and representatives from ISRO could be involved in the proceedings, a team of six delegates from the divisional headquarters of Central Railways in Mumbai, landed in Delhi. Surprising though it was, what baffled the spectators more was their stern demand to the authorities to hand them over the recovered weapons immediately. When inquired, the gentlemen expounded their intentions to include them in the existing fleet used for launching 12133/Mumbai CST-Mangalore Junction Express every evening. “We’ve put up the request to the railway board for arranging more launchers as some of the existing ones have lived their lives” alleged the representative, “but they only seem to be attentive to the ‘Westernized’ demands of Mumbaikars”.
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Soon there was a knock on the door of the committee room. A summon had been sent by the General Manager of Northern Railways to the head of the Investigation Committee, Dr. Nair.
“We’d use it to launch our 12002 Bhopal Shatabdi, the undisputed king of IR” said his boss. “But sir it is a train! it needs no rocket launcher!” asserted Dr. Nair, trying to put his point, more so the logical one amongst them all, but in vain. “No train can hold any speed related nickname except his highness!! How did they dare to call their bullock cart a rocket? If they think they’ve got the rocket (the bullock cart by that name); we’d like to show them what a real rocket can do!”
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A tired Dr. Nair reached home, bewildered on realizing that the issue had escalated to zones beyond his knowledge. He switched the TV on for some refreshment but ended up watching another lane merge the highway. Chandigarh based people had also started claiming ownership of the rocket launchers for their “lone Shatabdi” which they corrected to “lone dedicated shatabdi” in order to mollify the crowd with raised eyebrows and swords pulled out, especially the Patiala based section. Their demands were seconded and sponsored by Bansal Classes (No. Not the Kota based giant. A CDG based start-up headed by an ex government servant who “gave up his job” to serve the public, or so was gathered by the media).
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He(Dr. Nair) shut the stream up and decided to call it a day. He climbed up to his room and just when was about to sleep, the phone rang up. It was an unknown number from northern Karnataka.
“No matter where you send the launchers” started the voice “just make sure that the train you transport them through, is routed via Ballari”.
“Alright roger that. Thanks for your suggestion.” said Dr. Nair, desperate enough to end this up and disconnect the call, be it at the cost of any agreement.
“And don’t worry if you don’t get such a train” said another voice “we’ll inaugurate another one and put it at the slot of whichever train you ask us to. Rajdhani, KSK, Mail.. you just name it and it…….”.
Dr. Nair hung the call up, tossed his phone out of the window, typed his resignation letter, forwarded it to the GM and jumped on his bed for a baby’s sleep.
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And the rest of the world went on. As is.
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Disclaimer: Completely fictitious write-up. Not intended to target any person/place/thing.
