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The giant screen displayed a photograph, which evoked audible gasps from all people in the room
“It’s the crazy guy, Prazy!” someone shouted, admist the buzz in the huge room.
The president said nothing, but continued looking at the manic smile in the photo.
“Yes, indeed.” said General Bullpit. “He has been in our radar for close to a year. We suspect he has been involved in nefarious activities, spreading false rumours about us through his Waistline Today editions, and trying to instigate our allies against our policies and influence in the east world countries. He has also been charged with kidnapping US citizens and torturing them with his banging-head-on-desk PJs. Mr.Nikhil Kulkarni was kidnapped by him two months ago, and subject to unspeakable violence to weed out as much information from him about the US.”
“What the hell? I am gonna kick his ass!” The president turned to his left, to see the oversmart Tom Cruise pound his hand on the desk. “I will take my jet to India, skydive to Bangalore, and give him a good reception in his hideout.”
“Shut up, moron!” the president said angrily. “This ain’t a goddamn movie, and I will make sure your butt is roasted if you try any more showboating and tomfoolery. You just stick to ur movies and your Katie Holmes, and leave the handling of the REAL THING to us.”
Tom Cruise slunk further into his chair, wishing the earth would swallow him. The president was satisfied with his choice of words, and adjusted himself comfortably in his seat. He turned to General Bullpit. “This is really bad, but did you say he returned from a meet?”
“Yes,sir. A meet with his partners-in-crime - all wanted by FBI, CBI,CIA,Mossad, MI5, KGB and every damn covert intelligence agency. We used one of our super telescopic satellite cameras to get a photo of the attendees of the meet. The photo was not fully clear, considering the distance from earth, but we managed to identify almost all the members.”
Another press on the remote, and the screen became blank.”I had my people painstakingly identify each perp, and gather crucial information about each of them. We have managed to identify most of them, and are still doing research on the unknown ones. I have given their profiles in brief.” The screen was now filled with a single box having a photograph, and information about the criminal. Each subsequent click of the button displayed a different box.
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Name: Rajesh Balakrishnan |
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Name: John Wesley |
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Name: Nimish Batra |
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Name: Himabindu Kondoju |
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Name: Karuna Ballal |
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Name: Harsha Hulageri |
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Name: Pavithra Reddy |
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Name: Manas BN |
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Name: Thejesh GN |
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Name: Rinil George |
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Name: Ruchi Sahota |
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Name: Pankaj Baruah |
Another click on the remote.
A murmur rose through the crowd again. “Batman is also part of the criminal gang eh?” someone quipped.
General Bullpit hurriedly pressed the button, and glared at another girl next to Alicia. “Martha, I told you to check the preparation thoroughly before giving it to me! Silly girl!” he said angrily, as laughter punctuated the air. Tom Cruise looked at the screen in shocked silence, a twinge of jealousy striking his heart. Damn, that Bale guy has captured more hearts than I did. Gotta do something about it.
“Sorry general!” said the girl, head bowed down. She whispered to Alicia “Damn! I was drooling over Christian, and must have mistakenly copied his pic to this presentation. Now the president knows I am a big fool.” she said with a sigh. The laughter had died down by now, and everyone’s attention was directed to the monitor again.
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Name: Praveen R |
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Name: Ravikiran Atluri |
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Name: Shailen Dalbehera |
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Name: Venugopala M.G.Rao |
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Name: Vinay Raikar |
“Groan! So many wanted people? Why the hell are they still scot free, Bullpit?” grumbled the president, rubbing his eyes. His head was spinning, and he felt the urge
to go to the restroom now.
“Sir! This is as far as we got, regarding known ones. There are some unknown ones who attended the meet. We have just found out their identity, but don’t know their motives and why they are in the meet.” Bullpit continued pressing the remote button. “The new faces!” he announced.
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GloriaSusan Pinto |
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Achamma Puthoor |
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Balaguru Shanmugam |
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Sagar Arora |
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Manoj CV |
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Mohith R |
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Twinkle Joseph |
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Bettina Chacko |
General Bullpit continued “Mr.president, we have drawn up a contingency plan for this new threat. We are trying to assess the purpose of the covert meet. I have ordered that our available satellites keep track of Prazy’s movements, and we have placed our moles in Infosys to ferret out more details. All we need from you is permission to go ahead with the operation, which we have christened “Operation DUMBO”.
“Heh?” asked one of the bigwigs, scratching his bald head.
“DUMBO – Deal with Undercover Meetings of Blogging Occult” Bullpit said with a flourish, his nose pointed up. He turned to the president, waiting for a response from the latter, hands on his fat waistline.
“Well. General, I am impressed with your team’s hard work. But first make sure the US is not in any way linked with this operation, should it fail to prove anything significant. It’s not my idea, so you will be held accountable for this DUMBO thingy. You have the green signal now!”
“Thanks, Mr.President.” the general curtsied, and crossed his arms, seemingly satisfied with his session.
The president got up and walked calmly with Wayne to the exit. The steel doors opened for him, and once he had stepped out of the room, he whispered hurriedly to his bodyguard. “Wayne. Where’s the restroom? I can’t hold it in my stomach any longer.”
One of the guards came up to the duo. “Mr.President, I know the way. Please follow me.” The trio then exited the curving hallway, walking fast across a huge hall. They took one of the doors at the other end of the hall, and arrived at a room with the ‘male’ sign on the door. They went inside, where Wayne and the guard waited while the president went inside one of the toilets.
Wayne walked over to the wash basin, proceeding to wash his dull and tired face. He didn’t notice the other guard sneak up behind him, and before he could turn around, the guard smashed the butt of his automatic on the back of his neck, and he slumped down.
The guard smiled at his handiwork, and returned his attention to the toilet where the president was seated. A gurgling noise emanated from within, causing him to grimace in disgust. His gloved fingers reached out under his shirt collar, and he lifted the mask from his face. The disguise was very good, and he was proud of his handiwork.
Ravisher smiled as he waited for the president to come out. The laxative in the president’s drinking water had worked. He had to give credit to his sorority’s intelligence in using the meet as a decoy to lure the president to pentagon, and then take care of the rest. No one can beat the InfyBloggers in their own game!
Disclamier: No presidents and bodyguards were harmed in the story. None of the bloggers have a criminal record.
P.S. Sorry for the very long read. But it was fun drafting the whole thing up.
P.P.S. I do not have any idea about the new bloggers, so i have not added their crime information. Don’t mistake me
P.P.P.S. Do you know how I came up with the names Nicole Razzcode and Roger Basett?


























