!!Notion crime!!

Just now clock strikes 11.00pm. It’s raining cats and dogs. Air raid police sirens ringing up in Chennai at this odd hour of time. Citizens of Chennai came to know that sirens are sounds of pain.

Flash news had been striking over all television news channels. I.e. the only son of prominent parliamentary minister had been kidnapped. Till now kidnappers did not reveal any demand’s for which they want the nation to do.

Chennai police department became red alert. Police usually don’t do this much of work at this odd hour of time that to in a rainy day. Central home minister is frequently calling city police commissioner of Chennai to get more details of their team rescue. He is looking much more tensed because it is an election month. All of a sudden news channels telecasting a press conference with minister.

Minister: I have been working as a minister of parliament since 2003 with people’s blessings. Before I enter in to politics my father warned me ‘Indian politics will not work too well as you think. During your good times ‘you may have to desire act as politician forever’ but during hard times ‘you may want to end political life and your life at that instant itself’. Now I am facing hard time. I will soon end my political life. Please give me back my 21 year old son.

Journalist: what do you think about reason behind your sons kidnap?

Minister: my son is innocent. I may be the reason. With my intention I did not involve in any type of scams for the last 10years, but without my intention I may have done some mistakes. I should be responsible for my mistakes. Kill me. Kill me…kill me. Send back my son. He is innocent. He ended this statement with sad tone. Minister started mourning.

Journalist: Till now kidnappers didn’t revealed any demands. They may give in next day. Will you fulfill them?

Minister: I am ready to fulfill them. As a minster I can give whatever money they want.

Journalist: whom do you think the kidnapper is?

Minister: I don’t know and I am confident who ever may be, they will leave my son soon.

Journalist: Sir, if their demand is to leave last month arrested terrorists, what will you do?

Minister: (with anger tone) as a journalist you should be optimist and whatever may their demands, I will try to fulfill them at my level best.

Again with a mourning tone. Please get me my son for me. With this last sentence he ended up this press meet. Security guards approached him and started moving out of conference hall. Swiftly a tone rose. Sir, one last question. Minister gave green signal to that question.

Journalist: According to critics, this kidnap is an election drama organized by your authorities, what do say for that?

Minister: I am not here to answer stupid questions

Journalist: will this kidnap changes election result?

Minister: yeah definitely, because I will commit suicide in front of public, if I don’t get my son safely.

Minister went away on his government vehicle with sirens.

THIS EVENING AT 6PM (at the time of kidnap):

After completing his snacks, minister son kushal took his laptop and his Volkswagen keys and started driving towards the main streets as it is evening time that to its is a dasara week, streets are heavily crowded while driving he opened lap and checked some of his social networks updates. He got a call from his friend Manu

MANU: hello. Where are you?

Kushal: Ha manu. I am on the way

Manu: how many do you want?

Kushal: At present I am having 700 and I want uncountable

Manu: how much time do we have?

Kushal: we are having 1day. I.e. exactly 24 hours

Manu: (with smiling) come here we can get uncountable in next 24 hours . Bye

Kushal: Ok bye

Later kushal entered into Main Street. There streets are much more crowded he got a call from his father. Kushal be careful while you are driving in crowded street and without any other sentence his father ended

Kushal is thinking, being a minister what a benefit I am having, without intimating my father, he can know, where I am going and what I am doing!

While he is thinking, a ceremony of goddess idol started in that street on a good decorated wagon. As kushal is somewhat devotional, he drove his car towards that ceremony…He closed his eyes and started some chanting and began to ask goddess fulfill his dreams. But his count is more. Looking at him at that situation anyone can understand he is having confidence at his goals when he opened his eyes. His car is surrounded with some unknown person’s with full of colures on their bodies. Kushal got tension a bit. Suddenly one member opened donation box and asked for donation. Kushal with a smile opened his valet and opened door glass. Suddenly one member took kerchief and Stroked against kushal face that’s final kushal became unconscious

They had taken him to city outskirts on his own Volkswagen into an abandoned house. They had taken away his mobile and laptop. Kushal eyes are tied up and at 9’o clock he became conscious and started shouting. Who are you? What are you doing with me? What do you want? Do you know who I am?

Televisions news channels telecasting special programs on minister son kushal’s kidnap. They are making buzz about kidnapper’s demands. They are enlisting names of terrorists arrested last month. Police did not stopped their search operation siren bell’s did not stop for the next day. Minister got a severe heart attack by kidnap tension. He is admitted in a top class hospital

AT Kidnap spot (outskirts)

Kushal did not stop shouting. One young man entered in to room and faced towards kushal and opened his mouth seriously speaking I don’t know much about you. I will do nothing harm to you. We will leave you in 24 hours. Just stay calm.

Kushal : Who are you? Next 24 hours are very precious time in my life, please leave me! You can kidnap me in next 24 hours
Kidnaper made a hit on kushal face with iron pad and said my name is sripadh. Bleeding started from kushal face, and sripadh shouted with anger tone just stay here for 24hours!

Kushal : I will stay here for 24 hours give me my telephone and laptop.
Sripadh : That’s why, we kidnapped you. I know you are participating in notion press short story publishing context and you are leading competitor in that context.

Kushal : who are you?

Sripadh : I am from Hyderabad. I am very much interested in publishing a novel and I am your competitor in notion press context. I want to became a celebrity there by I can saw my photo graph on main edition front page. I will give you 10 thousand, stay away from the context.

Kushal : I am son of a minister. I don't surrender for 10,000 or even more. With my father's circle I can became author. But I want to stand on my own foot. I have been waiting for good opportunity. Now I got fabulous opportunity in the name of Notion. Please don’t spoil it.

Sripadh : Hey, how you are getting more read's and votes even if you stay here?

Kushal : Answer is my story itself. Viewers like it more so I am getting more votes. (With a smile) my friend manu is making 700 votes uncountable! (Votes).

Sripadh with his friends, working severely to get more votes. He is continuously using his telephone to contact some of his friends. Kushal sat their laughing. They are hearing police sirens about 10 meters from that abandoned house.

Kushal: I know they will come. It’s better for you to leave me now.

Sripadh: I too know they will come and it’s better you to stay away from competition. I will leave you if you stay away from competition.

Kushal: it’s impossible

Final hour of competition started. Kushal still leading by 1000 vote’s .sripadh stands next to him and he in not knowing what to do and he took rod and started hitting on kushal head continuously, blood flood continued for 10 minutes, kushal is unable to speak but smiling. With a smile he left the world.

Sripadh : Now I am the winner! How can you publish a story when you are dead? Go to hell.

Sripadh caught by the police. Later day front page and all news channels are filled up with kushal photos (his dream is half fulfilled)! Still sripadh is thinking about notion context. After his arrest he was in a mood that he is notion short story context winner and he is thinking he is an author.

Notion press send a note sripadh indicating you are not winner of our short story context. Because a criminal with selfish desire can never became a winner....
""" ! GO TO HELL! """

Chennai police commissioner had send sripadh to high court with a case named NOTION CRIME.

Luckily minister saved from heart attack. By notion crime, minister lost his only son. But people again elected him as minister of parliament by considering misery incident and sripadh became NOTION CRIMINAL.

(Message: Even if you are confident at your goal and even if you reached your destination. Your path indicates your humanity. If your path is good, you will named as appreciable and if your path is wrong, you will be named as notorious)