The Revenge of Gandhi’s follower

It rightfully said that the world teaches a man but this man taught the world. Again a saying goes that experienced people know the path themselves but never reveals it to anybody. A true man actually shows it which when followed would lead to glory. Death makes a man mortal, but his evergreen work enshrined in the hearts of the millions for the years to come would truly convert him into an immortal.

As the story goes, it reveals an ordinary man, once a Member of Parliament, was made the Prime Minister of India and managed to bring India at par with world arena by his extraordinary perspectives and brilliance, and above all he had brought about a change in the thoughts of the laymen. 

What was the purpose behind all his sacrifices for the improvement of a country? As everything has some reason behind, it was his revenge against the corrupt system.

He gained power to avenge his antagonists, but being a Gandhian, his strategy was something unusual… his revenge wasn’t ordinary…

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First chapter of ‘The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’ 

A Different Kid

Many people know me as a writer, like any normal man while watching any movie I used to relate myself with the hero, I had placed myself in the main character of every story I wrote so far. I am a successful man in the eyes of the society. The social network has seen millions of my followers. Surely, I am the idol to the young generation. But here’s a story where I couldn’t place myself as the leader but only a supporting character. This story I consider him as the leader.


I first met him when I was thirteen. I had passed my seventh standard and had come to my uncle’s house to take admission in high school as our village had a primary school only. It was during the summer vacation. I sat under a mango tree with my cycle by my side. The tree had weighed down by the mangoes; some were ripe, smelling delicious but my focus was over the field in front of me, where a cricket match was about to start. I was new in that city, so I had no friends. I wanted to play cricket but I couldn’t ask anyone because of my egoistic nature.

A skinny boy walked toward me straight and asked, ‘Do you want to play with us?’ I nodded my head excitedly and followed him. In the field, I came to know that the skinny boy was the captain. The total members were divided into two teams, and I was part of the skinny boy’s team. There were many elder players in our team, so I couldn’t understand why our captain was a boy of my age?

‘The boy must be a good player,’ I thought in my mind.

Our team had won the toss, and our captain decided to bat first. It was a limited over match with just twelve overs. The captain summoned everyone for discussion in a circle; we gathered under the mango tree to make our strategy for the game.

‘Generally, the captain sends a new player either to bat first or last in a match, and if our captain doesn’t send me in the opening, then I won’t get a chance to bat,’ I thought in mind.

‘What’s your name, new boy?’ our captain asked me.

‘Rakesh,’ I replied, wanting to ask his name but I didn’t ask him because of my introvert nature.

Our captain sent two other boys for the opening. I lost hope but kept praying to God against my own team’s batsmen, in spite of my guilt feeling. It was a lucky day; as one after the other, my prayers and wishes were being answered. The opening pair fell within the first over. We lost three wickets within five overs. After the third wicket, our captain sent me for batting. I was in form that day and had scored fifty in just twenty-four balls. But from the other end, wickets were continuously falling. At the end of the game, we had managed to score ninety-four runs on our board at the loss of seven wickets. Interestingly, our captain didn’t come down to bat.

‘Captain must be a bowler,’ I thought.

‘Don’t lose your heart. I’ll send you to open tomorrow,’ promised our captain to those who didn’t get a chance to bat.

While bowling, he had almost given chance to everyone including one-over bowling to me. At last, we lost that match by two wickets. Boys of our team were a little upset, and they were analyzing the game. According to them, if I’d have got one more over to bat, then we might have scored more runs.

Our captain seemed happy. He was discussing who didn’t get a chance to bowl, though he himself hadn’t bowled one over. I couldn’t understand his captaincy at all; I had seen his fielding also which was just an average; I couldn’t understand why the boy was the captain. Why even the elder teammates obeyed every decision he took? Why every team members as well as the opposite team members respected him so much? Our captain was talking with everyone amiably, congratulating our opposition team players and challenging them for the next day’s match but in a funny manner. He talked with me and asked some questions to me like where I lived, what I was doing in his town etc. I liked the personality of our captain, and I had never seen a man behaving so coolly after losing a match.

‘You played well, today,’ he appreciated while we were returning to our home on bicycle. It was evening. The west sky was turning into a shade of pink. ‘Your batting style is also impressive.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied shortly. There was a silence for few seconds. ‘You’re the captain of our team but why don’t you go for bating or bowling?’

‘I’ve no interest in cricket. I come here just to relax,’ he said softly, glancing at me. ‘I love to make friends, and in the afternoon, everyone is in the cricket field, so am I.’

‘Oh, that’s why you’re so cool after losing a match,’ I said in a criticizing tone.

‘Yes, I’m not serious about cricket,’ he said it casually. ‘Not only is me, no one of our team is serious about cricket, including the opposition team as well, even including you!’

‘I have always dreamt of being a cricketer and play for the Team India and without knowing me how is this guy commenting like this,’ I had him fired inside my mind

‘Do you know why Sachin Tendulkar is a great player?’ he continued and said, ‘He practices every day for ten to twelve hours. Practice makes a man perfect. A cricketer is not made just by some mere play of one or two hours. We have made cricket a game for our time pass and a mere sport for our entertainment. It is important to enjoy the game as that would create the real interest and so I always try to let everyone bat who doesn’t get a chance. Such players get the first priority in the next day’s match when I’m there. If we win after satisfying everyone, then it is great and if we lose then what’s the big deal. We try again the next day. At the end of the day, no one cared about the number of street matches you’ve won or lost. It is satisfaction that matters.’

His words impressed me. ‘What is your name?’ I asked.

‘Vijay,’ the captain replied.

That day I had no idea that I had met the future Prime Minister of India, one of the great leaders of the world, who would change the life and thought of people, who would show the right path to the people and become the greatest architect of our nation.

I took admission in the school where Vijay was studying. During the summer holidays, I became his friend, and after admission, we became best friends. Vijay had a big circle of friends and a girlfriend. Her name was Priya, though Vijay always clarified in front of his friends that his relationship with Priya was just of friendship, but nobody accepted it.

There are some unwritten laws of friendship. First law of friendship: You are treated as a son in your friend’s house. Vijay’s mother, Shanti, was loving and supportive, and like her name she was always cool and calm. She was a housewife. She studied up to class seven but was a PhD holder in love and affection. She loved every friend of Vijay like her own son. Not only she was the judge of ladies in her neighborhood, but would also solve any conflict or familial issue that would arise there. She always told the truth in the matters of justice, whether anybody liked it or not. Mr. Alok, Vijay’s father, was a government servant; an upper class officer in the Department of Agriculture. He was a great follower of Gandhi. He spent almost half of his salary in social work; he opened a charitable education center for poor and orphan kids where education was imparted free of cost.

The street that led to Vijay’s house was beautiful and aligned with trees on both the sides, most of which were planted by his father many years ago. The trees now became a symbol of beauty. Every man dreamed of living in that area with such natural beauty, but no one tried to make their own area beautiful like that. I made frequent visits to Vijay’s house where his parents loved me a lot and treated me as their own son. In a few years, I almost became their second son.

Second law of friendship: Your friend’s friend is also your friend. This unwritten law was creating a bond of friendship between Priya and me. Well, this friendship was very fruitful for me. Priya always came first in class, the topper of our school. Everyone was just praying to sit beside her in exam as she helped everyone a lot during the exam except Vijay as she considered Vijay her competitor.

Vijay and Priya always came to school together; nobody had ever seen them fighting over some issues. But there was a girl in our batch who had never a day without fighting. She was Ishita, the anchor of every cultural program of our school but not so good in studies. I never liked her attitude. For me, God had made a mistake of making a girl instead of boy.

 Unfortunately, Ishita and Priya were best friends. So according to second unwritten law of friendship, Ishita became my friend too. Initially, I took her as a headache, but slowly I got used to it.


As the time passed, Vijay, Priya, Ishita and I became best friends. For us, Vijay was a psycho. He always read lots of books without any reason, and Vijay’s parents supported him a lot. Vijay’s father bought lots of books for Vijay every month. I also loved reading books but wasn’t as crazy as him.

One day, I had gifted an autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi to him. At that time, I had no idea what I was digging for all. Gandhi’s Clean India Vision had a great impact upon Vijay. Being inspired, he stood in front of the entire class and requested the headmaster to clean school and village by a campaign, ‘It’s our duty to keep our street and school clean. We’re the future. We have to teach the people and parents how to clean our street,’ he announced enthusiastically.

To our dismay, the headmaster loved his idea. He ordered us to join in the cleaning campaign. Initially, nobody was happy including Priya, but after cleaning our school, we felt proud of ourselves. While cleaning our streets, our parents also joined us. Within three Sundays, we were able to clean our school, hospital and our street. Vijay and I collected money from public to purchase dustbin. Ishita and Priya donated all their pocket money. We placed dustbin all over the street after every few yard intervals. The boy who didn’t know how to wash his cloth was responsible for cleanness of our street.

It was his first craziness but not the last. Vijay was against the caste system. On his eighteenth birthday, Mr Alok and Shanti received an affidavit from court in which he had changed his name. He had cut off the surname from his name in order to ignore the discrimination on the basis of caste system. His mother was shocked but surprisingly he got his father’s support.

He used to tear his question paper after every exam. He used to watch movies on exam days. He was never serious about marks. He was never worried even though he scored low marks than his expectation. According to him, ‘Life doesn’t end after one exam. Rather life will give many chances if you give a chance to life.’

Lots of time we discussed about various matters. Our discussions included world economy, business ideas, our system, film, cricket and sex. We discussed as if we were the government and the whole responsibility of the world was in our shoulders. Those days neither had social networks nor too many news channels. We solely depended over the newspaper. Vijay, Priya, Ishita and I had a habit of reading newspaper every morning and at the time of dinner. In Vijay’s colony, only his parents were bringing newspaper that was read by almost fifty people over Vijay’s street.

‘Within a month, result will come. I feel very nervous,’ I said one day being worried. ‘If I get low marks then?’

‘Why do you think about marks,’ he said casually. ‘It’s just a small exam. We don’t give the actual exam in an examination hall under the invigilation of the teachers. Rather life takes our true exam and declares the result as well. That result shows how good you are, how many true friends you make in your life, what you contribute to your society, how many people love you. Nobody remembers your marks; they only remember your work.’

‘But mark is also important for our career. It plays a vital role whenever we face an interview,’ I argued.

‘Nobody asks Amitabh Bachchan how much marks he had secured in the exam. Nobody has ever thought about Sachin Tendulkar’s marks when he got selected in the cricket team,’ said Vijay. ‘Leave all these great people. We always love the snacks of Raghunath, but we never asked him about his qualification and marks.’

I had a wide smile on my lips. Vijay was right. We used to visit Raghunath’s shop for his tasty snacks but never bothered to know about his qualifications. ‘Vijay, in case you fail in exam, then, what will you do?’

‘Then, I will reappear in the exam,’ said Vijay with a cold smile. The answer was simple but it had an inner meaning, for those who break down after facing one or two failures.

One day, our teacher questioned everyone about their idols. We all took some great legendary names as our idols. Some answered Sachin Tendulkar; some said Michael Jackson, and for some, it was Bill Gates or Steve jobs, for me, it was J R R Tolkien and Mahatma Gandhi, for Priya, it was Mother Teresa. But Vijay’s answer was different from others as always.

After the question was asked, he took his own time, stood up from his seat and looked little confused. ‘I have lots of idol in my life. First is Raghav, the man who gives newspaper in our house every day, every morning he delivers the newspaper by six o’clock, no matter whatever happens; winter or rain, everything is meaningless for him. He never fails to perform his duty. I want to be dedicated like him. Second is Harbinder, the milkman. Mom always asks me to buy milk from him because he sells pure milk without adding a drop of water; I want to be honest like him. I want people to believe me just like they have belief over Harbinder’s milk. I want to be like Ashis, a common man, who dedicated his whole life for orphan kids without any publicity,’ said Vijay excitedly. His word created a magic spell over the students and the teacher. He further continued, ‘I want to be a man like Salindra, who rushed an injured man, drenched in blood, to the hospital. Even though there were hundreds of people, but only Salindra could dare to take that man to the hospital. I always want to be brave like him.’

 Nobody clapped but Vijay’s words touched everybody’s heart. Even the teacher was impressed by his words. He was always like that. His thought was always different. His vision was unusual. He denied to compromise; he wanted a perfect society. He believed that such a stereotype system must be changed; he believed that one day this world would be changed. He was a kid with a different thought; he was a different kid.


Let’s change something . . .

I have to do something, 

thinks lots of people,
But only few can try to do something,

Everybody says to help other,

But only few actually help other in life,

To encourage someone is always thought of a man,

But lots of time we actually spend our time in criticize,

God is one say everyone,

Still by religion we divided the man-kind,

And fight with each other bitterly,

Change is necessary, says almost everyone,

But no one comes to front to change anything…

What is education?

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‘I have just scored 2% less and got the second-class mark,’ gasped Ishita, dropping his shoulders. ‘Can you believe my luck?

‘So! What if you have scored 2% more, would you have got the Nobel Prize?’ criticized Vijay. ‘No! You would get nothing. This marksheet is meaningless, and it can’t judge your talent. And still you have two years left to complete your graduation.’

‘You don’t know my parents, they won’t be happy after seeing my marks,’ said Ishita being depressed.

‘May be, but it’s your duty to convince them. If Sachin Tendulkar’s parents would have been angry with him for his academic marks, then he could never have been able to become such a great player. You also know that you aren’t the best student of our college, especially in academics,’ said Vijay. ‘But as all of us, including you know that you are the best anchor of our college. So focus over your strength, not on your weakness. Convince your parents that you want to be the world’s best anchor or a successful television host. Then, you will see that they will also support you.’

Vijay’s words brought a smile on Ishita’s face, and he became the focal point of everyone.

‘But what about me? I have no such talent like Ishita,’ cried Rashmi. ‘Just for three marks … for just three marks, I got the seventh place.’

‘If you would have secured the sixth place, then what would have happened? Would you be eligible to register your name in the history book or awarded the Bharat Ratna,’ teased Vijay. There was a snort of laughter amongst all including Priya and Rashmi. ‘All over India thousands of colleges are there. There are a lot of good students. Don’t waste your energy thinking about your marks; rather focus on yourself and try to determine your inbuilt capabilities. Search something special within you because you are special and there is something that no one can do better than you. Dream big, work for it and try to fulfill your dream.’

Standing beside Priya, he said, ‘Nobody can judge you because of those marks, one of my friends had prepared all the chapters except one and unfortunately a lot of questions came from that particular chapter. And obviously, he was unable to answer a single question. That does not mean that he is not a good student. Our papers are evaluated by different teachers, and it’s natural that their markings would also differ depending upon their moods and interpretations. Then, how can we judge a person from his marks?’

‘Vijay, today’s world is very competitive and nobody remembers a failure,’ Anil, the boy who was third in class and our friend argued again.

‘Who lost in cricket world cup final in 2003?’ Vijay asked.

‘India. Everybody knows it,’ Anil blurted out.

‘See! You know a failure,’ said Vijay coldly. ‘That time our captain was Sourav Ganguly. We consider him as one of the successful captains of India. Can you now say that you don’t know who Sourav Ganguly is?’

‘But how can you deny the importance of marks, Vijay?’ reciprocated Mr Shashank, one of the lecturers, who was standing beside them since a long time and was listening to their conversation, said, ‘Evaluation is necessary for all. Marks evaluate talent of a kid; we can judge a student’s strength and weakness by marks.’

‘Yes sir, evaluation is important; but its work is only to find out errors and weakness of a kid, not to evaluate a kid’s talent,’ argued Vijay. ‘How can we judge a dancer’s talent from his academic abilities? How can we put everyone in a common scale? Some of us are good players, some of us are good in studies; some of us are singers, some are dancers and some may become writer or actor. Then, how can we judge all by a common exam? Can Priya play cricket better than Ashmit (the best player of their class) or can I dance like Anita (the best dancer of their class)? No! Then, how can they score like us in exams? An academic study is only a road which helps us to reach our goal. So don’t think so much about the road. Rather we have to focus on our goal.’

‘Then, what is education according to you?’ the lecturer questioned. ‘Different for different student?’

‘What is education? Whatever we need to learn that help us to attain our goals in life. To be more precise, if any one wants to be a dancer, then his education is dance, and if he can create a new form of dance or new style, then it is his ultimate result,’ said Vijay, the philosopher. He further continued, ‘Our work is our result, not the mark. It isn’t to mug up the lines in the book and pour them down in the exam paper. For me adding something new in the book is the actual result. For me, inventing something is the work of a scientist and how much it helps in the betterment of humans will be the final result of his invention. To write a story is a writer’s job but how much it is liked by the readers will be the result. For me, there are a lot of other subjects rather than merely academic studies. Like proper procedure of catching fish is education, inventing a new dish, painting, learning cycle, swimming also fall under different categories of education.’

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The time jump

The world was changing rapidly; the earth now fully sank inside ocean, almost everyone live inside enormous ships. There was heavy shortage of food, as fishes were found very less in ocean. Before three year there was world war, idiot politician used atomic bomb against each other, thousands of men born and turned into ashes within few seconds, few smaller countries destroyed completely. Atomic bombs increased the temperature of the earth up to many times, all the glossaries of Atlantic melted, the world had experienced the world largest tsunami ever, and that day every continental sank in ocean forever.

Only half a billion survived from that annihilation, now ships were named after the country, China and India had the biggest one. Some country citizen merged and lived together, most of all depended over the Marin foods to survive, money lost its value. Everyone was waiting desperately to settlement of the atmosphere. Scientists were trying to find out a solution to settlement of the atmosphere. Some of them thought about terraforming the earth’s atmosphere to make it normal, but some of them had a different vision.

 Between them one scientist had found an extremely different solution. he thought to jump time up to half a century so that there was no need to struggle, his name was Albox.

  “You want to jump the time of a planet; you want to take the whole earth fifty five year ahead, a brilliant science-fiction undoubtly, but it’s not partially possible,” said the president of united nation. 

  “ And what guaranty that after fifty year this world will have settled  automatically,” argued back Russia’s leader. “ And do you really understand what is the meaning of jump the time? We have to lose our fifty years of time, we may be died or we will have left only some memory, things we would remember as memory would actually nothing more than a story. To whom we say our children actually we won’t give birth them.”

  “Yes, I understand every bit of it, I within fraction of seconds became an older man, may be died when I successfully jump the time, but it’s only solution to end the suffer,” Albox said in defense. “And I can say it fifty years so confidently because I have seen the future.”

  “What! How can you see the future? Do you have some time machine?” asked curiously the president of the united state of America.

  “Yes, I am the one who used the power of thousand nuclear bombs to open of a path to the multiverse, otherwise the mankind completely destroyed, through that multiverse path I connected with few civilization who can now see our future, they even sent me some video evidence of the future.” He played some videos where everyone saw a completely new earth with thousands of plants and animals and few developed cities. “See this is our future after fifty years, a heaven like world which knowingly we have destroyed once, let’s go to the direct to this timeline, our pain and struggle will automatically over, except a bitter memory.”

  “But how can you jump the time of a planet? Can you get any technology from those multiverse civilizations?” asked desperately president of the united nation.

  “I have a theory, I want to open up the path again and then we use dark energy to jump the time as it’s expanding father than light speed,” said Albox excitedly. “Then we can take the earth’s time to anywhere, anytime!”

  “ You can do it even if we don’t give our permission, because we have no play on this, then why you inform us?” asked the president of Russia, looking suspicious.

  “ Because I want to take your permission latter, so it become official, so no one can deny it in future,” said Albox intelligently. Every leader agreed and gave the permission letter to the Albox after a long discussion, with a month Albox succeeded to take the whole earth in to time  travel by help of dark matter and jumpped the time but there was a mistake, instead of future the time went to past and the earth time was now 2017.

So the Albox was now a kid, he had no knowledge about the future, no nuclear war happened or no one signed any letter to jump the time of earth ever . . .

Is Mark really important?

‘Within a month, result will come. I feel very nervous,’ I said one day being worried. ‘If I get low marks then?’

‘Why do you think about marks,’ he said casually. ‘It’s just a small exam. We don’t give the actual exam in an examination hall under the invigilation of the teachers. Rather life takes our true exam and declares the result as well. That result shows how good you are, how many true friends you make in your life, what you contribute to your society, how many people love you. Nobody remembers your marks; they only remember your work.’

‘But mark is also important for our career. It plays a vital role whenever we face an interview,’ I argued.

‘Nobody asks Amitabh Bachchan how much marks he had secured in the exam. Nobody has ever thought about Sachin Tendulkar’s marks when he got selected in the cricket team,’ said Vijay. ‘Leave all these great people. We always love the snacks of Raghunath, but we never asked him about his qualification and marks.’

This conversation is part of my book ‘The Revenge of Gandhi’s follower’. It will publish on 7.7. 2017.

A paragraph of ‘The revenge of Gandhi’s follower.’

 ‘How many of you want to be a doctor?’ Those, who wanted to be a doctor raised their hands. ‘Why a doctor? After becoming a doctor, what would you do, die or suicide?’ said Vijay, making a fun. There was a snort of laughter among students and faculties. ‘In India, approximately ten lakh doctors are there and if you also become a doctor, then what’s new on that? Are you going to get Bharat Ratna? Those who want to be an Engineer, will they get Nobel Prize after becoming an engineer? Lakhs of engineers are there in this world. What is so extraordinary about it? And those who want to become manager; can you become the world’s richest man? No, never. On the other hand, to be a scientist is good but what you want to invent? Why don’t you mention it? Can you decide what are you dreaming to invent?’ Taking a pause, ‘Future Doctors why don’t you mention what innovation you want to bring in medicine? No one even mentioned any department in which you want to work in future. Future engineers, why don’t you think of making some greater things that is some machines which can change the life style of human beings. Why don’t our future computer engineers think to invent some machines better than computer?’

There was pin drop silence all around the hall.

‘Many of you said that your hobbies are playing crickets, football, make paintings, dancing, singing and so on. But none of you said that you want to become a dancer, actor, painter, cricket player or football player. Why no one said to become a novel prize winner or to get Bharat Ratna? No one among you said to become Prime Minister or President. Why no one said to become a great writer and win the Nobel Prize in literature? We all discuss a lot about the person who gets Nobel Prize or Bharat Ratna. Then why don’t we think about ourselves? Why can’t we dream to win Nobel Prize? Why we have just small dreams for ourselves? To be precise, why we restrict ourselves within an enclosed boundary?’

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Different mindset !

I am the man with a dream,  

I dream to fly with you for the rest of my life,  

But for you, I’m a boy without planning,

unrealistic and selfish…

 I want to do something for society, 

 To give back something to man-kind, 

 But you aren’t the girl, who can understand my feeling,

  according to you,

you are the only person who has every right to live…

 I want that Mankind remember my name in future,

  At list miss me once in a year,  

But your materialistic mind couldn’t accept this,  

For you matching and branding dress is important form someone emotion,  

Without any interest you don’t want to build any relation,  

Money is everything for you,

 but risk taking is not your option.

 But I’m the man with a mission and a different Vision,

I chose a different path to walk, 

You can’t walk with me so you choose a different path, 

I have no issue on that, 

But still I miss you sometime,

still you are in my heart…