Ten minutes after this, the massive video billboard across the road suddenly blacked out.In a gust of wind something must have come and hit it… I stared in surprise. A train waspassing overhead noisily. I noticed a crack across the huge video billboard screen.
Suddenly there were hooters screaming from everywhere. Or maybe, it was coming fromthe direction of the government building. Something must have happened inside theWriters’ Building. Security forces were running towards the Writers’ Building. Hasanyone attacked the Chief Minister? I crossed the road and walked curiously towards thegovernment building. What could have happened?
I saw the time – 11.30 AM.
Rahul’s version (11.05 AM)
Our car halted right behind Naveen Goel’s Mercedes. While getting off, I told Natasha tokeep the audio recorder on.
“Sure,” said Natasha, “All the best.”
I asked a police constable posted at the gate of the government house when the Chief Minister was expected to arrive. He wasn’t sure. He looked away.
I had to spend time. I thought of having a cup of tea from
, a stall acrossthe street. Crossing the road was a pain – traffic has increased immensely in the last 4-5years. But pollution level has definitely come down.
At the tea-stall I briefly exchanged glances with a pretty girl with a plastered arm. Shewas probably looking at the picture of Che Guevera on my shirt. A lot of people look atit. She left as I stepped in front of the tea stall. I sipped my cup of lemon tea. Natashacalled me, her voice was screaming from my sunglass-phone, “Why did you cross theroad? “
“The Chief Minister hasn’t yet entered office I suppose,” I replied her.
Immediately I heard the convoy approaching. I paid the boy and left, leaving my tea half-finished. The security guy at the gate asked for my appointment letter. I missed a fewheartbeats. Because even though the letter I was carrying was genuine, the time and datehad been altered. The security supervisor frisked me and asked, “Carrying any electronicgadgets?”
“Nothing officer, except the sunglasses,” I smiled. I chose to remain silent about myelectronic button. The electronic button on my shirt could record any sound within 500meters.
“Can I enter, then?”