It was a well planned heist; thief hadn’t left a single trace of evidence. Neither a single witness nor any lead, I had nowhere to go. I was in the middle of a war and I had just lost my only weapon. I was terrified, I was dumbstruck and I was on the verge of breaking down. I somehow decided to control myself and vowed not to let go of this criminal and prevent rest of the people from his or her mischief.
My maths period was about to begin just after the lunch time and someone had just stolen pen from my desk. It was a nightmare came true for me. Still there was some time for Maths period to get started. I had only few minutes for my quest and suspect list was endless.
My first and foremost person on the hit list was Sampat Pradhan. He always used to lend his own pen to one girl or the other and then was constantly on the hunt for pen himself. But then I saw him drooling over our history teacher passing by the hallways. He couldn’t have done it.
For one second, I thought of complaining about this to our current class monitor Nidhi Minj but then I realized even she could have misused her power. No-one would have suspected her and she could have easily maintained her spotless image. But then I saw a huge bunch of her own pens in her school bag and then even she was out of my list.
At this moment of terror I decided to seek help from a friend. I called up our senior most detective Pushkar Sachdeva (nicknamed ‘*****’) for the help. He agreed to help me but on his own terms and conditions. He refused to search among the girls and asked me to sponsor cricket balls for our practice matches. I agreed to everything and all I got from him was a mathematical curve with all the boys’ names on x-axis and probability of them being a thief on y-axis (Damn these toppers!!).
I was going nowhere with my quest and face of my nemesis ‘Dhamini sir’ was flashing in front of my eyes. I got hold of myself and suddenly saw Deepali Tripathi coming inside the class all jumping, grinning and beaming big time. She gave me a big smile (well I thought so) as she passed by me. My suspicion on her grew stronger as no girl ever comes inside a Maths class smiling. But then I remembered it was her pen which I was using for last one week and I had just lost it. Damn it!!
Then I made the biggest mistake of my life and asked Siddharth Chauhan for my help. He asked me to relax and made a deal of 100 bucks if he could find my pen in 5 minutes. I immediately agreed and gave him 50 bucks as advance. He came back after 5 minutes munching jumbo burger out of my money. When I asked for the pen, he replied “I promised I will find it in 5 minutes but I never said ‘next 5 minutes’ ”. I would have got my money back if it wasn’t for his body builder cousin Dinesh Chauhan’s dreadful staring.
My quest will continue…..
NOTE: This blog is based on true incidents and any resemblance to living or dead is totally intentional....
