Tale of a Mafia Boss

Tale of the Mafia Boss

1999. An NGO is going to reconstruct a building which was once upon a time a Cancer Trust.

Sriti, one of the member in that excavation team found a torn and shady diary inside the office room of that building while cleaning the floor.

She opened it curiously and started to read it amidst of her busy works.

1977.
If someone had told me 5 years ago that I would be doing an interview in such a bright place, in front of so many cameras, among these common people, I am sure I would have laughed at them. There is still 1 hour left for the interview but before that you must know about the incident that turned my life upside down 2 years ago.

1975. I was in an important business meeting and there was an urgent call on my phone. It was from her best friend!
I left all my important meetings and rushed to the hospital where she was admited. There she waited on her deathbed to welcome the blissful eternal sleep. "A blissful perpetual sleep?" How can death be a pleasure? It will be, to her and to those like her!

I was not afraid of anything, I grew up without understanding the meaning of fear, but I was afraid that day that I would lose her!

The doctor let me in alone. I held her in my arms. I have nothing but tears and she has nothing but some last minute questions.

"Shouldn't cancer patients have a happy life? Can't they have smiley day? I know that everyone in the world must die one day. But for some people death comes without informing them. Till then they will enjoy their life happily. But why Does God tell cancer patients their date of death in advance? Whenever we laugh, each and every minute, every day we also fear, what if our life ends in next second?"

Without blinking my eyes, without uttering a word, with tears filled eyes I was looking at her crimson face which asked me questions like that.

"Anirudh, Promise me", She said.

I too promised her before itself she could ask her wish.

No other cancer patient should suffer in their life in lack of basic treatments. They should live their each and every moment only with tears of joy not with painful tears. Promise me Anirudh, you must organise a foundation for cancer patients. You promised me few days back that you will deposit 25 Crores in my account for my treatment. Now I am telling you, you should deposit that amount in foundation. You must help many cancer patients for their treatment. Promise me!

These were the last words from her. Her beautiful eyes closed looking at me.

1977. This was the incident, which completely changed my life. Who am I, infact? About whom am I speaking? Why a very famous news channel is waiting for my interview? Who am I?

To know the answer, you should travel with me to 2 years back via your imaginations.

1975. The entire police force and the Indian army were looking for us! Demand for our drugs was high on black market. Our job was to smuggle, sell, export and import drugs. Our lineage was on top of the "Black market" . Instead of calling my father by his name, everyone called him as "Gangster of Dark world" . After my dad's death I came to the throne. I became the "youngest gangster of the Dark world" .

There were many smuggling agents under our Undercover company. I have least seen the real world as we lived in underground, dark area. People there used to call me as "Chota Malik". To the real world, I was the wanted biggest Mafia.

Even though entire Indian police and Inter police searched me I was living my life peacefully with crores of money because they were in search of my agency only not me. Yes, mafias do not have any register to enter their names to deal their goods so no one knew my real face, my name and my address.