𝘗𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
The city of Vijayawada, located in the South of India. A city filled with dozens of institutions producing thousands of students per year.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.
“𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐝𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.”
A grim way to end a criminal's introduction. Silence took over the chamber. Not a single cop dared to speak. The commander continued.
“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐃𝐒 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡-”
Before the commander could even finish the cops started getting up and leaving, the seats were getting emptied at an alarming rate. However the commander didn't seem surprised. He has been giving this speech for 7 years, not even single cop dared to stay behind. For 7 whole years.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥.
Soon, the hall was empty. Papers fluttered in the air, drowning the deafening silence. A loud sigh left his lips as the commander walked down the stairs, disappointed in himself and his students. 7 years, 7 new batches and not even one who dared to go against SDS and Rudra.
The loud sound of his soles reverberated in the empty hall as he walked out, heavy hearted.
“𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.”
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