Oruvan was sitting in his arm-chair. He was thinking about his glorious past, “Don’t know what went wrong”, he heard some shouting, screaming and sound of bullets flying outside his porch. He sighed. “It’s time.”
Farookh and Titir walked up to Oruvan with their guns aiming at him. “This time you are done old boy”, Farookh barked those words at him. Then both Farookh and Titir started spraying bullets at Oruvan till his lifeless body covered with blood fell on the floor.
Farookh : “look Titir, I don’t want any dispute between us. Let’s share this business. I have a proposition. You took the rich and famous and I will rule the middle and lower classes of The City. “
Titir : “Sounds like an idea to me.”
Titir was happy with the proposition, he get to exploit the rich and famous celebs. Farookh smiled, he got what he wanted, and soon, he will own The City.
………. Few months later…
The lines on his forehead are getting deeper and bigger. Farookh was visibly upset and worried for the right reasons. There’s a new kid in the town, terrorizing and intimidating the crowd, he almost turned them all into his slaves. Wahatab! That’s the name. His growing stature is even sidelining Farookh and Titir in The City.
Wahatab was sitting opposite to him and looking at Farookh, so this is almighty Farookh, ruler of The City! Titir was sitting next to him. Rumor has that Titir only deal with the rich and popular celebrities, though seldom he found to be dealing with normal crowd.
Farookh: “Listen Wahatab, we don’t need any small talk. You’ll work for me now. Don’t worry about money. You’ll get whatever you want, whenever you want.”
Wahatab was thinking now. No doubt he almost got it in his hands but not without some troubles. Inshi and Santu are controlling some areas of The City; Pintu is also raising his stake slowly. Even the professional contract killer Little John is also trying to be in the game. But Wahatab is not so worried about him; professional killers are hardly considered gangsters.
Wahtab : “Alright, but remember your promise. My price won’t be cheap.”
Farookh smiled again, he is an old player of this game.
Gogol was standing in front of the grave of his father. It is a dark night; drizzling and south sky is getting lighten up every now and then. This is the burial-place of The City. In and around there are other graves of Hiten, fadnus and Mysa, friends and rivals of his dad’s. All died in gang-wars with Farookh and Titir.
Gogol: I am sorry dad, I am sorry. I couldn’t take your revenge. But I promise that I will not give up. If not me then my children will, but one day we will claim back The City.
And then there was a flash of lightening and the writings on the grave came alive.
‘Oruvan. Died : 30th September 2014’
Gogol drove back home. When he entered in his bedroom his seventh month’s pregnant wife was fast asleep. Gogol slowly sat beside her, with clinched teeth and closed fist he whispered. “Andria, give me a son. Give me a son to avenge us.”
Characters and Credits:
Farookh : Facebook
Titir : Twitter
Wahatab : Whatsapp
Inshi : Instagram
Santu : Snapchat
Pintu : Pinterest
Little John: Linkedin
Oruvan : Orkut
Hiten, Fadnus & Mysa : Hi5, Friendster & MySpace
Gogol : Google+
Andria : Android Platform
Gogol & Andria’s unborn child: A next-gen unknown social app which might be the other social media apps killer
The City : Social Media
STAY TUNED! For the sequel. Coming Soon!!