Mr.Subhash Kapoor's family is very fond of picnics, outings and excursions. Normally their picnics are limited from morning to evening. Very rarely they go for over night stay. Strangely whenever they went for over night picnics , they met with weird situations . Once the car tyre got punctured. On another occasion the cook of the guest house fell ill. Since the guest house was situated in a wild life sanctuary, no food could be made available. They had to be satisfied with some packets of biscuits. Hence they avoided overnight outings. Last Holi, it was a long weekend.Wednesday and Thursday were holidays for Holi. Friday was a holiday for Good Friday..After including Saturday and Sunday there were five holidays. Mr, Kapoor, who is temperamentally a lover of nature, travels and adventures, suggested that they should have a long holiday in the forests of Karnataka. His wife was dreaming to have an outing. She was excited and immediately reacted ,"Oh what a grand idea!!" Subhash said," Ask your sister. If she agrees , we can all go together. We will have a great time." Mrs. Kapoor was thrilled and called her sister without any delay. Her sister, Mrs. Mehra agreed . They planned to leave the next evening, because Mrs Mehra's daughter had a test in the morning. Mr.Kapoor booked two rooms in a guest house. Kapoors' son brought his cricket set and said, "Mom don't forget to keep my cricket set". Mr . Kapoor shouted from his study," Take my lap top ". Their daughter, not to be left behind screamed," Mom you remember, you have to keep my swim suit". Mrs. Kapoor shouted ,"How do you know there is a swimming pool there?" The girl did not reply and kept her swim suit on the table, murmuring something.
Next day they all fully armed with their favourite games, books, video cameras and what not sat in the car. They were supposed to meet Mehra's at 4 0'clock near the Air Force Stadium. It was already 4.30. Mehras were there. The drive from the Stadium to the guest house took about an hour. They reached the spot around 5.30 pm. The elders ordered tea and and relaxed. Their children, Madhu, Ramesh, Sita and and Suresh, all teenagers,started a round of the guest house. The guest house was just a corridor, with eight rooms in one single row. The doors were brown with a blue paint on the door frames. In the center of the corridor a door was painted in yellow colour. This was the Reception. All looked alike. The children walked in the corridor. Their rooms were on one end of the corridor. They casually walked across the corridor. "I wish some children are there to play with us", said Ramesh. The others showed enthusiasm. As they walked past the rooms, all the rooms were locked. The last room was not locked. It had a name plate with the words 'Chandrasekhran' inscribed on it. They four of them walked inside the boundary, singing loudly. After two hours Mr. Kapoor called them . The next two days they observed that no one else was seen in the guest house.
The first room did not open once. They asked the guard and the cook whether some one was living in that room. They got the same reply from both. A man had checked in a week ago but he has not opened the door. The children became curious.They told the guard to knock at the door. But the guard said they were not authorised to knock at the doors of the guests, unless the guests themselves ordered them to do so. The children resumed their playful antics. But their curiosity once aroused, could not be controlled. Two more days passed but neither any stranger could be seen there nor the door opened. It was Friday evening and they were leaving on Sunday morning. Ramesh, the eldest among them told others that they must solve the mystery of the closed door.
Early morning ,when the parents were still sleeping, all four of them started knocking at the door. But there was no response. They became desperate and started banging the door loudly. Still no response. They found a thick branch of a tree near the gate. They took the branch and vigorously started hitting the door. They saw the screws loosened. They gave a mighty push, and the door fell down. There was no one in the room.In one corner they found a plate with remnants of food in it. They also saw some clothes hanging on the rod.Some one is definitely visiting the place but the door had not opened. What was this mystery. Sita was looking for some loop holes. Suddenly she said,"Look Ramesh Bhai ,what is this". The other three turned and what they saw shocked them. There was a piece of jute, which Sita had removed and they saw a hole!! It appeared to be some passage. Ramesh entered the hole to step on the passage. The others tried to enter the hole, but Ramesh stopped them and said ,"Suresh, only you come. Sita and Madhu wait here if there is some urgency we will denominationcall you then you bring Mom and Papa here." The boys tip toed and went inside the passage. About 12 feet away they found three men in deep sleep, snoring loudly. Four or five big metal trunks were kept there. Some bundles of currency notes were also lylng near a trunk. The men continued to sleep. Ramesh and Suresh had swift turn and came outside. All four came to their parents and told them about the adventure. Mr. Mehra immediately summoned the guard and also called the Police on his mobile. Within minutes a police jeep entered the compound of the guest house. All of them went inside and easily located the men, still in deep sleep. One of the constables nudged the three men, who got up with fear, and shock writ on their faces. The Sub inspector and another constable broke open the trunks,, which were full of currency notes of 1000/- rupee denomination. All the three were arrested. They took signatures of Mr, Kapoor and Mr. Mehra. They were commenting that these people have selected this place so that their illegal activity would not be detected. The Kapoors and Mehras were asked to leave without any delay. This was another weird incident that happened on an over night picnic.
these children were awarded Bravery award by the Government on the next Republic Day.
Note this is a purely fictional story
This post has been written as part of the write tribe initiative. # 2
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