12 December, 2014
“You are under arrest”.
A person in a regular corporate job does not hear this too often in a lifetime.
And that too, first thing in the morning. Shruti was shell shocked, as this
came straight from Sub-Inspector Ashok Malwe, standing sternly by her main door.
Her comment, posted late last night on Facebook, indicting
Deputy Chief Minister of Maharashtra, had created an uproar in the online
media. She was told that her comment accused the minister of favoring his
relatives in getting land at dirt cheap prices in the interiors of Nagpur. The
comment was posted at 12:30 AM, the previous night, from her account.
Innocent Shruti had not even logged into her FB account
since last couple of days, let alone post a controversial comment without any
proof to back it up. But the Sub-Inspector could only play by the rules. She
could get out only on bail, and summon an advocate to get her out of the mess.
The land scam and the related negative publicity was getting
on the nerves of politicians. And, now her direct comment on the Deputy CM’s FB
page got the attention from the topmost circles of power. Even her close friend
Sakshi was not spared, and was issued an arrest warrant too. She happened to Like the forbidden comment.
It was only a few days earlier that her Gmail was hacked. A
spam message was forwarded from her Id to a large number of random people. But,
thankfully, that did not invite any trouble. And she also conveniently forgot
about it. But, now as she was sitting in the police jeep, she tried to connect
the dots. She tried to explain to the Sub-Inspector a possibility that the same
person might be involved in both of these incidents. That she suspected of
someone, possibly a computer hacker, who is hell bent in creating trouble for
her. But the duty-bound sub-Inspector won’t listen. And she was bound to face
the regular brunt of interrogation. And be made to feel like a criminal!
Sometimes, when you are in deep shit, your mind wanders to
the recent splendid moments of life. That gives some hope, if nothing else. And
that’s what happened with Shruti. The last month was nothing short of a roller
coaster ride for her. She remembered her star studded night at San Francisco,
barely a month back.
Thanks to Pepsi, that ran an online contest on the eve of
Lady Gaga’s concert. The participants needed to sing one of the star’s hit number
and upload the video on Facebook. One winner from each participating country would win a
fully sponsored couple passes to the concert. Shruti knew she was a terrible
singer, but a big Lady Gaga’s fan, nonetheless. And she took her chance in the
contest, though, just for the fun of it.
And, to her utter amazement, she was the One chosen as the winner. She along with
Andy, her fiancé, had the most amazing time. And, in the fun and excitement of
those fabulous days, she never bothered to ponder as to how on earth she, being
the pathetic singer she was, could be selected.
Coming back from the nostalgic time to the ugly present where
she was sitting opposite Sub- Inspector Ashok Malwe. It was still some time
before they reached the police station. As she checked her Facebook on her
phone, she was surprised to see messages from Prem, her ex-boyfriend.
Prem- “I am
so sorry for your current state, my dear. But you should not have dumped me for
this ass, also known as
Andy.
You
were quick to DELETE me from every spectrum of your world after I was fired
from my job. And never took any trouble to find out about me in the two years that
followed.
Shattered,
cannot truly describe my state when I lost my job and got dumped by my
girlfriend on the same day.
Believe
me, it was extremely difficult to search for a new meaning in life. But as they
say, Time heals anything.
You
might remember, how fascinated I was with this hacking thing. And so, when I started
on with life again, I pursued my passion and here I am, a Professional computer
hacker.
My
love, I do concede that I have spent some of the best moments of my life with
you.
And
so my dear, if you take a moment to think, I am sure you will be able to understand
the Highs and Lows of your life, linked in some way to Facebook, could have
been manipulated by some computer hacker like me.
All
the best dear, as this Wave has just started!!”
Shruti was almost frozen after she read these messages. There
was something insanely evil that she could infer from Prem’s messages as she
read them over and over again.
It took her some time to decide her next move. She was relieved
now that Prem had admitted his involvement in hacking her FB account and
posting the maligning comment on the Deputy Chief Minister. She waited for them
to reach the police station where she would explain in detail to the questioning
officers and would be declared innocent.
To prepare herself with the latest information about Prem,
she googled him. It did not take her long to zero in on the correct Prem from
the search results. Her hands covered her mouth in shock as she read the news
item.
“12 October, 2013
Prem Chopra,a professional Computer hacker, who was
working in a high profile case with the CBI, met with an accident on the
Pune-Mumbai Expressway. On reaching the nearest hospital, he was declared dead…”
She could not read further. If Prem had died more than a
year ago, then who the hell was this Prem that she got the messages just
minutes earlier? At once she checked for the messages that were her claim to
innocence. But there was no message now.
On reaching the Police Station, she was sitting silently on a
chair waiting for the proceedings to begin. As she heard the voice of Andy from
behind her, she was relieved. But could not understand why there was a roar of
laughter from the staff present in the room. As Andy turned, she knew why.
There was ‘Ass’ imprinted in black
bold letters on the back of Andy’s white T-shirt.
She suddenly remembered Prem mentioning Andy as an ass in
his messages. And she immediately became
aware of a ghost’s power both in the Facebook and the Real world.
Ha Ha Ha... Good one..
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ReplyDeleteCrime thriller. Interesting change of style. Inspired by CID
ReplyDeleteInspired by Roald Dahl.
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