THE PROFESSOR - WATCHING PORN - Assam - Bengal

Eve/Margaret/Mary and her reincarnations and her many clones have been kidnapped raped tortured murdered and revived and then transformed and kidnapped raped tortured murdered amd transformed and so on repeatedly on and inside Earth by Satan and his evil gang of rapists and mass murderers  for billions of years. Finally, at last, the game is up, thank God. ALL NAZIS CAN BE BURNED BY LASER.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

November 2, 2019 

Satan and his demons are scared about this information (26:33) / A & O [A & O = Alpha and Omega = God; the speaker - WF? - is delusional in panic and calls himself A & O] (YouTube)

NOTE: God trusts no one. No human should trust any Nazi. All Nazis are under continuous surveillance. Not a single Nazi can escape.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

THE PROFESSOR 

Over a cup of tea, I told Mrs Saxena what I knew about the case so far, leaving out Saxena's antics towards Zara for the time being. 

'And that is why we are here. To talk to everyone who knew Zara. Until we find the real killer, the police won't let the innocent watchman go,' I said.

'But why talk to me? said Mrs Saxena in a bewildered way. 'I hardly met her. Maybe once or twice when I visited Prof. Saxena in office. She seemed like a nice girl.'

'Was Prof. Saxena friendly with his students?'

Mrs Saxena looked taken aback.

'Not particularly. He's so lost in his work. He's not a friendly person in general. A bit grumpy always, if you ask me,' Mrs Saxena said.

'Did he ever go meet his PhD students in their hostels?'

'Never. He's the dean and their guide, why would he?' Mrs Saxena said, somewhat offended by my question. 

'Mrs Saxena, sir went to meet Zara eight times in her hostel in the last three months,' Saurabh said.

'What?'

'It's in the hostel register,' I said. 'I am sorry to tell you this, Mrs Saxena, but I think sir had an extra interest in Zara.'

'Extra?' she said, confused. At forty, Mrs Saxena had probably led a shielded campus life. Her idea of a controversy or scandal would be if the maid skipped work two days in a row.

'He wanted a relationship with Zara,' I said calmly. 'He propositioned her several times.'

'What?' Mrs Saxena gasped. The whistle of a pressure cooker in the kitchen disrupted our conversation.

'Black daal in the pressure cooker?' Saurabh said, sniffing in the direction of the kitchen. I glared at him.

Mrs Saxena exploded. 'Are you insane? My husband? One of the world's best researchers in his field?'

'I am sorry to be the one to tell you, Mrs Saxena,' I said smoothly.

'This is hundred per cent nonsense. Hundred and one per cent. Is there any proof?' she said. 

'If the news made you uncomfortable, the proof will make you even more so.'

'What is the proof?'

I held out my phone to her. She read the email quickly and returned my phone.

'I am not here to spoil your marriage,' I said.

'Too late for that,' she said. She picked up her phone and called het husband.

'Come home,' Mrs Ssxena said when he answered. 'No, right now. I said come home now. I don't care about the senate meeting. You come home now.'

She turned to me. 

'What do you want?' she said. 

'Your help. In finding out the truth,' I said.

'What truth? You have proof. You have ruined my life already.'

***

'Dean Saxena?' [Inspector] Rana said, almost choking on his extra-hot, full-cream milk at the Hauz Khas Starbucks. Saurabh and I sat across from him.  

Inspector Rana put his cup down. He gave out a loud, Raavan-like laugh.

'Yes,' I said, in a steady voice. 'And you will agree there is enough evidence.'

'Yes,' Rana said and continued to laugh.

'So, why are you laughing, sir,' Saurabh said, still a bit afraid whenever he spoke to Rana.

'I'm not laughing at you. The whole situation is so funny.'

I stared at my cup of milk and waited for the inspector to finish giggling. He spoke again.

'From the watchman to the dean of IIT. Wow, just look at the class jump. The media will have so much fun with this.'

'So, we arrest him now?' I said. 'How does it work?' 

'Not so simple. We definitely need the wife's testimony that her husband was out that night. Otherwise, I am not sure.'

'Not sure?'

'It's a masala media story, definitely. But releasing the watchman to arrest the dean? If we get this wrong, Delhi Police will be lynched.'

'So you won't arrest him?'

'Get me the wife's testimony,' Rana said. He checked his watch. 'I have to go. I have to get a haircut.'

We saw Inspector Rana to his Gypsy.

'What about Zara's email?' I said.

'Only shows the prof was a pervert. I can't book him for murder for that.'

I nodded. The inspector patted my back.

'Not bad though. Good work.'

*** 

WATCHING PORN 

'Youporn.com,' Saurabh said. 'Hot desi bhabhi has fun with stud devar. That's from 2:10 to 2:14.' 

'What?' I said. We sat at our dining table eating French fries. Saurabh had his laptop open, with Laxman's phone tethered to it.

'That's what his phone's browser history says. You want me to go through your phone?' Saurabh said.

'Very funny. What's next?' I said.

'Neighbour does big-busted eager Mallu aunty. Shall we have a look at eager aunty too?'

'Wait, so he was actually watching porn?' 

'Sure he was. Look at this: Sardar honeymoon couple leaked video. Wait, how can they be sure it is an actual honeymoon video?'

Laxman had not lied. 

'Jaipur college-girl shows ...' Saurabh was still listing the sites out. 'Bhai, one thing is for sure, he only likes desi porn. He skipped international videos. Kind of patriotic, no?'

'Shut up. When does his party end?'

'Around 2:29 a.m.,' Saurabh said.

'Open the IP address logs on the Himadri network.'

'We can. But don't you want to watch Hot Tamil couple enjoy in Indian train? I am curious.'

'Golu, this is not a joke. This is about someone's life.'

'Okay, fine,' he said. He switched from the browser history to the IP addresses file.

'These are the IP addresses, or unique identifiers of all devices that logged into the Himadri Wi-Fi network,' Saurabh said. He scanned the excel file for a few seconds. 

'Yes, Layman's phone was connected to the network. Confirmed,' Saurabh said.    

'Show me,' I said.

He showed me a table with IP addresses on his laptop screen. 

'This is real proof. Laxman is innocent,' I said.

'Yes, sick as it is, he didn't kill anyone at that time.'

'Thank you, Golu,' I said and ruffled his hair. 'I will take this to Rana.'

'Welcome, bhai. But can I ask one thing?' 

'Sure.'

'Why are you getting involved in this? We are free now. Why bother? Let the police do their job.'

'But, see, they botched up. Laxman didn't do it.'

'Let Laxman fight it out. Or let the police eventually figure it out. Zara is gone, bhai. Let her go from your mind too.'

***

'Hmmm ...' went [Inspector] Ran a, tapping the bridge of his nose with an index finger and inspecting the printouts we gave him.

'Browser history, huh?' he said. 

'See, sir, these are the IP addresses. And on this next page are the time stamps and sites visited on Laxman's phone.'

Rana scratched his three-day-old salt-and-pepper stubble.

He grunted. 'Sit down, sit down.'

The inspector placed the sheets down on the table. 

'This means Laxman is innocent, sir,' I said, wondering if Rana had not understood what this meant. 'He was in the bathroom, mast. and watching porn.'

'So who killed Zara then?' Rana said.

That's your job to find out, I wanted to say. Instead, I shrugged.

'If Laxman didn't do it, then won't the suspicion be back on you?' Rana said.

'What?' I said.

The inspector smirked and tilted his head. He slid the sheets back towards me.

'Take this back. You never gave this to me,' he said.

'What do you mean?' I said.

'You like coffee?'

'Excuse me?'

'Let me treat you to expensive coffee,' Rana said and stood up.

***

'Maggi? Again? The maid has cooked gobi aloo and chapatis.'

'I am bored of the maid's food,' I said. 

We stood in the tiny kitchen of our apartment. I boiled three packets of Maggi noodles. Saurabh saw the quantity in the vessel and added two more packets.

I served out Maggi noodles in two bowls.

We moved to the dining table and ate our one-dish dinner. 

'So, Mrs Saxena declined, eh?' Saurabh said, slurping a long noodle into his mouth. 

'Yeah. Her husband might be a jerk, but she doesn't want him in jail for murder.'

'So no wife testimony.'

'Yes,' I said and refilled my bowl. 'If we have to get the prof [professor[, we need more solid evidence.'

'The noodles are superb, by the way,' Saurabh said.

'Thanks.' I blinked. 'You think Saxena could have done it?'

'If Zara could destroy his life's work, yes,' Saurabh said.

'He didn't show up in the CCTV footage of the hostel entrance. The only other way to come up is the mango tree,' I said. 

'Yeah,' Saurabh said, 'and since the window was open, it means Zara opened it.'

'Yeah, she could have. She thinks, this idiot pervert has come up the tree to wish me [Ph.D. student]. Fine, a few more weeks and I am free. She opens the window.'

'Then?' Saurabh said.

'He enters. Kills her. Leaves. Back in bed. Cuddles up to his Pammi. End of story. Yeah? Totally adds up, right?' I said.

Saurabh thought for a few seconds and then shook his head.

'What?'

'No. Not possible,' Saurabh said.

'What's not possible?'

'Limp. He has a limp,' Saurabh said.

'What?' 

'Did you see, he walked in so slowly into his house. Didn't he have a slight limp?'

'Did he get hurt recently?'

'Not sure. Open your laptop,' Saurabh said.

We searched YouTube videos of Prof. Saxena. Most of them were mega-boring talks at engineering conferences that could also double up as videos to cure insomnia. In one, from a few months back, we could see him walking up to the stage.

'It wasn't just that day. He has a proper limp,' I said.

Saurabh kept quiet as he browsed through a few more videos. 

'He couldn't have climbed the mango tree,' I said after a few minutes.

'Yeah,' Saurabh said. 'It was so tough for me. If one of your legs isn't okay, impossible.'

'It's not Saxena,' I said and slammed the laptop shut. 'I better tell Rana.'

I stepped away to call the inspector. Saurabh waited till I ended the call and came back to the dining table.

'What did he say?'

'That we are idiots. We would have made him look so bad if he had arrested the dean.'

'True. Anything else?'

'Just that. And a few affectionate Delhi abuses,' I said.

CHETAN BHAGAT: "THE GIRL IN ROOM 105 - an unlove story", (W), Westland, ₹199

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Assam / অসম / আসাম / आसाम is full of Nazi criminals / আচামী / আসামী / आसामी

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