Scraped Out Finger And The ‘Neem’ ! -Final Part

*This is continued story of Part-2, which is just before this blog post of the same name*

I remember everything. I remember, I used to work for that white dressed man. I was his courier man. I used to deliver his laboratory made items to different people. That man – Shivansh Mehta, owns a pharmaceutical giant. From years he, with the help of that Tantrik, was trying to invent a drug which can heal wounds in no time, and sell them for pretty low price in hospitals and dispensaries. They were good persons trying to bring a revolution in the medicine industry. Once I met with an accident and my finger was scraped out, they decided to test that potion on me, initially I was reluctant, but they were paying me for that, so I agreed. And of course, they were successful. The man whose words were echoing in my mind about the magic in my blood and neem leaves was Shivansh Mehta. I now remember their faces. Both Shivansh and Tantrik were happy, as their medicine was a success, and so was I, not just because I got my finger back, I had some other plans too. I wanted that potion for myself. I wanted to sell that potion in the black market for a higher price.

 I had planned out everything, I hired some great goons from the money they paid me for becoming their lab rat. I hired them to kill that Tantrik and Shivansh, and in case everything goes south, I kept a knife and needle dipped with poison inside my shoes’ soles and needle dispenser in a secret pocket of my pant so that I can escape out of the scene effectively.

They let us in the laboratory because they trusted me. I had kept everything planned. First, the goons will kill everyone, then I will take that potion to my friend who is a great chemical scientist, and we will figure out the content of the potion and then sell that potion, and ultimately, become millionaires. But it failed. It failed pretty badly, my goons were killed by their security team, they hit me hard on my head, and I fainted. Next thing happened, I was in a desert, those security guys beating me up and leaving me strangled and I couldn’t remember shit.

But now, I do. I was wearing those same shoes and same pant which had my weapons. All I have to do is to plan everything within few minutes.

‘Apparently, Shivansh brought me here to kill me, as he had no choice. He first thought, he would leave me in that deserted place and get away with it, but I am back. And now, his potion had side effects. Shit! I did all this and it was for nothing. But, one thing was sure, his potion works. Maybe I and my friend can work this problem out. Yes, we can, he is a great scientist, he has won many awards, he can. But I need to kill these guys first’, I thought quietly, lying in front of them.

Meanwhile, they were trying to make me speak, but I was engrossed in thoughts.

‘Who are you guys, why have you brought me here?? ‘, I blurted out, faking my memory loss.

‘Idiot! Your potion didn’t work… make that again…and feed him that ‘, Shivansh angrily said to Tantrik.

And as Shivansh’s back was facing me, I quietly penetrated that needle in his body, I penetrated it very slowly, but deeply. He moved back in pain, saw me, fell and died in front of me, as I was lying there. His security team was far from me. So they charged towards me, I acted quickly and killed that Tantrik with the knife. They stopped. I laughed hysterically, and shouted, ‘Now, who do you work for… tell me…both are dead…’

My happiness knew no limits. I planned this in seconds. I had to attack Shivansh and Tantrik when they were away from their security. So I did. My plan was a success. I escaped death. His security, they didn’t kill me. They just went, I don’t know where, and I don’t care. I just care about one thing —I was going to be a millionaire.


Scraped Out Finger And The ‘Neem’ !-Part-2

*This is continued story of part -1,which is just before this blog post of the same name*

I finally got my finger un-scraped, but I still, need to figure out aboout my lost memory. I was always bad at memorising things at school and college, and now here I was doing something which I was worst at- ‘memorising things’. I don’t believe in Indian Yogis and Babas or Tantriks, but some weeks ago, I didn’t believe that there was magic in my blood too, but now I do. So, I thought of trying them. I contacted one Tantrik –Markandas yogi, to find out the answers to my questions. I had a great laugh when I first heard his name, but later thought he may be my messiah.

As he was busy in some sort of meditation, I narrated him my whole story, he was quiet for a while, but then I asked again.
‘Mangeet Bazaar! There… search for your answer in there, at the right place, timings I can’t tell when .. best possible timing is morning’, He yelled.

I left his place, inquired people about Mangeet Bazaar and finally reached there. As it was early in the morning, there were very few people around. I was wandering aimlessly with no clue of where to find my answers, suddenly my hands were grabbed and then my whole body. They were those same guys who earlier attacked me, and they took me to a shady place, where I saw the same tantrik with a guy in a white suit, smoking cigar. Turns out that Tantrik was an ally of my ‘supposed to be’ enemies. He betrayed me, he tricked me to go to that Bazaar, so that these goons could capture me.

‘Who are you? Why have you brought me here? ‘, I said.

‘Kid! you have something that we don’t want you to have … ‘, that man said.

‘Bastard! we helped you, you betrayed us, don’t you remember!’, that Tantrik said.

‘I didn’t… I mean .. I don’t remember anything .. I can’t … please leave me ..please.. ‘, I begged.

‘You liar, you think you can outsmart us, we are in this Business for years, tell me don’t your wounds automatically heal with neem? …. Tell me ..What was your plan..Why you attacked us?…betrayed us?…!! ‘, that man shouted.

‘ Yes, it did, I wanted to find out how and why .. that was the reason I went to the Tantrik, I can’t remember anything .. I just can’t. ‘

‘Maybe he’s right, make him drink the other potion that we invented… his memory will come back, I wantvto know what he was upto…and this thing… loss of his memory, it could be a side effect of the potion we gave him earlier…. Idiot!! I told you to make that potion carefully. Now get to work ‘, that man said to Tantrik.

After some time, some men came, they must be working for the Tantrik and gave me a potion to drink. After drinking it, I lost my consciousness.
I woke up after a while, in that same shady place. But this time, my memory was back. I now know who they were.

…. To Be Continued.

Scraped Out Finger And The ‘Neem’ ! – Part 1

Why are you beating me?’ I screamed. But they didn’t stop. I was yelling with pain and anger, but in front of those built muscular men, I didn’t stand a chance, there was no way I could defeat them. Also, I didn’t know why they were beating me. ‘Please stop! I beg you, don’t beat me …don’t … I don’t want to die…please!! ‘, I cried. They were not going to stop anytime soon. The beatings continued for half an hour. I lost my consciousness and my shirt was full of blood, completely red. They left me stranded in that deserted place.

After some time the native people rescued me, I was in bed for a week at their place. They were angels in disguise. When I got my conscious back, I couldn’t remember shit. My memory was damaged, just like my body. The only thing I could possibly remember was how ruthlessly I was beaten. My memory was tampered, I didn’t know how, but it was. Maybe it was the attack, or maybe something I don’t remember. But strangely my finger had been scraped out with some kind of blunt knife, it wasn’t completely cut, it was just detached, but someone tried to scrape it out. It was hurting really bad. As I tried to fix my finger again, my head started to ache. ‘Find that chemical, fix your finger… find ‘Neem’…‘these words were echoing in my mind, it was a Deja Vu. Yes, my memory had been tampered, but from the condition of my finger I could figure out that it wasn’t cut during the attack. It was from the past and I had managed to fixed it with some chemicals, I don’t remember what chemicals. And this freaked me out, about how could I manage without a finger. What about my college? My job? What? How? As I was already weak, due to the anxiety I fainted. The natives helped me once again. After staying with them for 4 days, when I was fit to leave, to find out the ‘Neem’ and get back my memory, I went out to set this tough journey. 
Everything that I said now is running like flashbacks in mind in an infinite loop, I am trying to penetrate deeper into my memory, but I am not able to.

‘Ugggghhh… why is this happening to me?’

‘Mix Neem leaves’ juice with your blood and apply that to your scraped finger, then mask your finger with that neem leaves, your blood has magic, it will cure your finger’, an unknown face said that to me in my memory. 

I think, bit by bit my memory is coming back. To follow his instruction, I have to find the neem tree, which was difficult in that deserted place. I searched for days, but I couldn’t find one. I was having lunch near some village bazaar when I saw a guy selling neem leaves. 
‘Yes, that is it. I’m an idiot, I just need neem leaves, not the entire neem tree.. yes… I found it.. yes’ 
I bought the neem leaves and made juice out of it, and precisely followed that unknown person’s instructions echoing in my head, and it turned out to be true. 
‘What??? It worked! Does my blood really has some magic in it?’, I thought, ‘Nonetheless, my finger is back’.  

….To Be Continued