Where Did He Go?
Where Did He Go?3 mins 362 3 mins 362
Did I ever want this? No, never. Then why did all this happen? If that's what you wanna ask - my reply to this is - because my heart overpowered my mind. In fact, it's my heart that has always landed me up in a mess. But that really does not matter. What really matters is, am I still a deserving employee of my company? And the "Why did you have to do all this look" on my boss's face clearly depicted that I wasn't. And if ever my inner self asked this to the Indian inside me, I think, I would agree too. So in this case too, my heart was not allowing me to fight for my post; in fact, secretly deep inside my heart, I was preparing a goodbye speech (I always imagined it in my 70's) where at-least I could justify why I did it, why I wasn't really a traitor! Yes, you heard it right. It was not a day-today office relationship problem.
It all started with a phone call. A phone call that apparently came from the world-class terrorist, at least, that's what he told me. To my utter shock he did not want anything from me, neither did he threaten me of something. What he did was unbelievable. He wanted to surrender and accept all the sins he did in his life. I know what is the first question that came into your mind. I asked him the same - "But why me? In fact why my country even?" His reply took away my voice for a couple of minutes-"Because my mother says - go to that place where you have hurt the people the most. That's the only way you can really pay off for what you have done. A brother, a sister, a mother, a father, a daughter, a son, a husband, and a wife are waiting there to behead you."I had taken many interviews of such terrorists day in and day out. What I found common in all of them was that they neither had the regret of anything in their heart nor did they fear death. "But this man's voice had so much of these that I could barely restrain myself from believing him.
But my journalist mind was already at work. I traced the call, found out information about this person and every detail I could gather. I did detailed research so that I could find a trail to some plot or smell something fishy. But whatever I got was true to words of this phone call-man. And one day my humanitarian heart gave in. I really thought if he wanted to apologize for his sins, then why not give him a chance? Why not give justice to the families of those people hurt by this person. I arranged for his entry into the country without even informing anyone. Literally, I was illegally importing the greatest terrorist of the time into my country. He had landed at the airport. I was going to pick him up and take him straight to my office. But when I reached there, he was nowhere to be seen. What! He betrayed me! Was it a plot to get into my country? Had I committed the biggest mistake of my life?
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