Ishq-e-Watan

Chapter 37- Consequences

CHAPTER 37

CONSEQUENCES

"Tum log yeh baat bhool gaye ho kya ki tum log ek military academy ho?" Karan snapped. "Rules, regulations, discipline, kuchh yaad hai ya nahi?"

He stared at the seven cadets, who hung their heads, staring at the ground. "Par Sir..." Koel started.

"Par kya?" He snarled.

"Sir, woh Parikshit ne bhi toh galat kara, na?" Koel asked. "Usne Monami ke Mumma ki beizzati kar rahi thi. Woh kitna hurt hui, kitna bura laga use."

"Toh kya socha tumne?" He asked. "Parikshit ki coffee mein mirchi daal dete hain aur badla poora ho jaayega? Badle ke liye kara yeh? Yahan rukne waale the ya aage ka bhi kuchh plan tha?" He stared at them. "Bolo!"

"Hum log usse maafi mangwaana chahte the", Sid admitted. "We wanted him to apologize. Agar mirchi ke baad bol deta, toh theek hai. Nahi bolta toh..."

"Toh? Muh jala dete uska? Ulta taang dete? Kya karte?"

"Pranks", Chitra said. "Uske #shampoo mein dye daal dete, superglue se uski uniform chipka dete taaki woh uthta toh phat jaati. Bas tang karte."

"Ise tang karna nahi, ise undisciplined hona kehte hain", Karan snapped. He crossed his arms. "Aur kya sochkar yeh kara hai tumne? Really? Yeh sab kuchh sirf ek sorry ke liye?"

"S-Sirf?" Monami asked. "Usne m-meri Mumma ki i-insult kari."

"Toh tumne uthaakar patak diya tha, na, use? Ab kya jaan logi uski?" He said. She closed her mouth. "Aur maine Parikshit ko uske liye punishment di hai." The cadets looked at each other. "In fact, tum logon ke iss genius idea se pehle bhi woh Monami se maafi maangne waala tha."

"Hume nahi pata tha, Sir ji", Bala said.

"Tumne puchha mujhse?" He asked. They looked at each other before shaking their heads. "Punishments ki baat hai, toh Monami ko bhi milni chahiye. Ustaad ji ke whistle blow karne ke baad, fights khatam hoti hain. Isne phir bhi maara use uske baad. Haan ya naa, Monami?"

"Haan", she muttered, her head hanging.

"But maine jaane diya, kyunki tum gusse mein thi and your anger was justifiable. But this... is too far", he said. He looked at them, glaring. "Ek hafte tak, you will have to do the assigned punishment. And jo kal ka competition jeetne ke liye tumhe reward mila tha, woh weapons training cancel. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir", the cadets muttered.

He stared at them. He sighed. "Kya kar rahe ho tum log?" He asked. "Kyun kar rahe ho? Kiske liye aaye ho tum yahan? Kya karne?"

"Training", they echoed.

"Aise karoge training? Parikshit is not your enemy. Woh tumhaara colleague hai, tumhaara teammate hai. You can't hurt your teammates like that. Tum logon ko gussa tha, shikaayat thi, mere paas aate. Yaa yeh bhool gaye ho tum log ki yahan trainers bhi hain?" He shook his head. "Agli baar se mujhe aise kaam dikh gaye tum logon se, toh bahut bhaari padega. Abhi halke mein chodh raha hoon because pehla offense hai. Samjhe?"

"Yes, sir."

"I hope jo sorry tum log usse sunna chahte the, tum bhi use bologe. Tumhe uski punishment decide karne ka koi haq nahi tha." They nodded. "Good. Dismissed." Karan looked at Sanju. "Tu ruk, Sanju."

Siddharth paused, looking at her. Karan looked at him, nodding to the door. The cadet hesitated, before nodding and moving out of the room.

"Ji, Sir ji?" Sanju asked.

Karan crossed his arms. "Sanju... yeh kisne inke dimaag mein daala hai? Aise sorry bulwaao Parikshit se?" He tilted his head. "Kisi aur ne kaha inhe ya yeh inke khud ke dimaag ki upaj hai?"