Situation:Rejection of lab manuals by a famous lecturer of a famous college

Theme:frustration+hints of sarcasm loaded with extra dramaticism

Date:25th nov 2008

it was a beautiful day,
as i held on to my parchment,
i had written on it all night,
to me a whole day's toil it meant.

to display my well drawn images,
i came along with my peers,
we all came to you old man,
without any worries, without any fears.

but what we faced was different,
from what we had imagined,
you made us feel worthless,
you made us wonder if we had sinned.

was our work so insignificant;
that you had to reject it right away?
what if we did not care about norms?
didn't our young minds even have a say?

you refused to listen to us,
you are deaf to young voices we know,
but you had no right to hurt us,
no right to make us feel so low.

hours of hard work you did not see,
struggles of our young hands you did not recognize,
you irritated us, you tortured us,
without giving us time to even agonize!

our generations maybe different,
but humanity still lives on in this age,
cant you stop treating us like animals?
that need to be tamed and put in a cage?!

you banished us from our laboratories,
you refused us entry when we wanted to learn,
you made us wait relentlessly,
you showed no understanding,no concern.

in spite of all the torture you do to us,
we will emerge so strong,
we'll tolerate your actions and your words,
no matter how much you behave like King Kong!

we will stay on to face you,
we are young ,we are bright,
but remember that you are old,
and we're the youth who wont go down without a fight!

R for Retribution

The assassin moved quietly and swiftly. He was one of the most ruthless and toughest assassins to walk the Earth. People trembled at the mention of his name. He was a fearless warrior with many kills to his name. And most importantly, he had never failed.

The assassin reached the gates of the fortress where the targets resided. There were only two entrances. The back gate; which was rarely opened. And the main gate, which was where the assassin stood. He looked up at the high gate and the arch which towered over him. It was impossible to climb over it. But as always, the assassin had a plan. And on this particular mission, he was disguised as one of the ‘inmates’ so that he could enter and exit with ease.

As he approached the gate, a gust of wind blew dust into his eyes and he had to close his eyes for a couple of seconds. Once his vision was clear, he approached the gate. A man stood guard at the gate. But the assassin wasn’t worried about him. From extensive research, he knew that it was the guard’s superior who posed problems. And sure enough, he was standing a few feet behind the guard. The guard opened the gate and asked for ID proof and the assassin produced a fake ID. The guard looked at it and let him pass. The assassin put the ID back into his bag and walked through. The gates closed with a long, dull, creaking noise.

The assassin thought he was safe, until the superior officer stopped him.

“Wait! Where is your ID card, man?”

The assassin took it out of his bag and showed it to him. The man brushed his moustache with his fingers as he examined the card. “This is not a new one. Where is your new ID card man? This is last year’s.”

The assassin knew he was trapped. But he kept his cool. “The new ID card has not been issued, sir.”

The man took out a pen and a notebook. The assassin noticed he wrote everything in this notebook. Each page was a certain category. He saw the various topics – Fans, Lights, Benches. Finally the man came to a page and wrote down the ID of the assassin and told him to carry on as he caught hold of his next victim.

The assassin moved on and walked the length of the road leading to the main fortress. He passed hundreds of vehicles parked in the centre of the road. Finally, he reached the end of the road and saw that he had to get across a field to enter the fortress. He took a look at his watch. It read 8:04. The doors would be closed at 8:05. He had a minute to get inside or lose his chance. At the other end of the field, he could see a guard getting ready to shut the door.

The assassin ran as fast as he could, beating other late comers to the door. He ran inside and only then slowed down. He checked his surroundings as this was the first time he was here. He saw a map to his left which gave a detailed layout of the floor. He saw a red spot on the map saying “You are here”.

He studied the map for a while and then figured out where he had to go. He went to the second floor and moved silently through the corridors. As he reached its end, he almost collided with one of the fortress’ employees. She was a shade below five feet and had a stone face. The assassin knew who she was, but only her code name: Sweat-Wet. She almost screamed out loud but kept herself in check. She then spoke. “ ’S your name?”

The assassin didn’t answer her question. She gave him a cold stare and frowned. It was then the assassin spoke. “Where is the office of the Tatha?”

She didn’t respond at first. After a few more seconds of staring, she spoke up. “I’ll guiyde you to his office.” She lifted her hand and pointed in the other direction. “Go that way.” The assassin almost fainted. He was not prepared for this. He wished he had carried a gas mask. His face turned red as he held his breath, trying not to pass out. As he walked away from her, she called him back.

“Excuse me, ‘S the time?”

“8:15...” He was practically running away from her now. She gave him one final look and went. Meanwhile, the assassin had reached the Tatha’s Chamber. He looked inside. The chamber was empty. He sneaked in and waited for the Tatha. He only had to wait few minutes. The Tatha had gone to have some coffee with his buddies. When he entered the room, he was surprised to find the assassin sitting on one of the chairs.

“Yes? What is it... you are doing here?”

“Good morning, sir. I have come to finish you off.”

The Tatha was confused. “I’m not sure... that I have got... your maysage!”

“Well, since these are your last moments, I will explain. I have come here to kill you!”

The Tatha still did not understand. “Why... have you... come... to kill me? What... is the purpose? Let us first... analyze... the reason. Wait, I will draw... a use-case...”

“Enough talk! Let’s get this over with!” The assassin stood up and opened his bag to draw out his weapon which he would use to kill the Tatha.

“Ookkaaay! If that is how you want it... but for me... that is not... the method!”

The assassin drew out a folder which contained a paper. He gave it to the Tatha. The Tatha took it and adjusted his glasses before reading them.

It was a letter addressed to him that read – This is to inform you that your pension has been cancelled with effect IMMEDIATELY! Following complaints from many of the female inmates about some touchy issues, the management has also decided to cancel your contract. Thank you for your services.

The Tatha’s eyes went wide. He looked at the assassin and started to shake uncontrollably, causing his head to nod vigorously. “I have worked... so hard... for 35 years. This can’t... be happening...”

“It is,” said the assassin. He patted the Tatha’s shoulder and walked out of the chamber. The Tatha was so shocked that he went into cardiac arrest. He clutched his chest and fell off the chair. The assassin came out of the chamber and locked the door.

He then made his way down to the ground floor and asked the peon, “Where is the Deputy Chief’s chamber?”

The peon directed him and the assassin entered the office of the Deputy Chief. He was calmly talking to a couple of male inmates who had grown a goatee. “...yes, you will have to get rid of it. We will not tolerate this kind of disrespect here. Now, get out!” the assassin took the opportunity to slip a pill into the Dy. Chief’s coffee. Once the two inmates had left, he looked at the assassin and said, “Yes?”

“Good morning, sir.”

“Yes, what do you want?” he sipped his coffee and only seconds later, the Dy. Chief passed out on the chair. The assassin took out a long switchblade and held it near his face. Then, with one clean swipe, he got rid of the right half of the Dy. Chief’s moustache. The assassin smiled at his handiwork, picked up the car keys and walked out of the room. Once outside, he went to a golden car and scratched the doors with the key before throwing them away.

His job was almost done. As he walked to the exit, he pulled out his phone and was about to send a message when the same man who met him at the gate came up to him. “You, give me your cell phone. And where is your ID card, man?”

The assassin kicked the man in the crotch. Hard! The man’s eyes almost popped out and he groaned as he went to the ground. His last words before losing consciousness were, “Give me your ID card...”

The assassin thought to himself, “Mission Accomplished!” and he walked out the gate and was gone even before the gates were closed behind him.