Feels quite amusing at times- a timid boy of 14, skipping classes from the Watson building to spend some lonely time under a cross hanging above a creaky wooden door in this vividly dark room; ‘Maya’ meaning deceit in Sanskrit, ‘Kaksha’ meaning chamber- I call it ‘Maya Kaksha’, meaning ‘The Chamber of Deceit.’ This is the very room where the sons of board members, shareholders and major investors gather to simulate decisions catering to the Student Council, and this is the very room where friends deceive their own kind for obtaining authority. Well, I do not belong here- I’m merely the son of a ‘middle class Government employee-’ and hardly do I take interest in what these morons do. Revenge doesn't taste sweet pal, and finally the day has dawned when I shall have mine. Despite the adequate scarcity of light in here, this room is no Area 51 to me. Huh, do I remember the days they tied me to that dusty black chair by the corner and treated me like no human for I won an inter-school debate back then, or do I not remember how the Director's son Chayan almost sent me to the man at the cross for I asked some homework help from apparently the girl he liked. There is no limit to being unfair, and in such prejudice does fairness never abide by freedom. Years of bullying and looking down- I do understand they have no limit in being unfair, but ha ha! I have reached my limits of being fair- I'd rather not wait for a saviour or destroyer, for I am my own righteous God. All my eyes can see now is a vision- what if I were to light my matches now; ah, I see it- how magnificent thine divinity, oh wooden art from the Heavens! There stands at the centre of the room the finest of furniture my eyes have seen in this world- the absolute way to power, authority, precedence, fame and wealth in this school- it's strong yet sceptical wooden legs, the finely desirous polish of its board atop- 'where power meets power', a true offspring of priority and wealth, this table is claimed to have existed for 39 years now, and has served generations achieve dignity in this school through power, preference, priority, wealth, connections and love of greed. Not just the student council, every three to five years, even the board members meet here to discuss their "plans not to be heard of" to apparently "protect" the school. Today is my lucky day- the boys are not gonna step foot here, their parents are gonna be here soon- haha what better day than to make the board members themselves suffer the sins of their children. When I wish to fight, it's a War, not a mere Battle, and that's the only precedence I prioritise in my life. It took me quite a lot of connections and mouthfuls of their time to find out the usual syntax of this rare board meeting. Director Dr. Soumoy Roy Chowdhury, enters the room first with two-three attendants who set out delicious food on the table for the other board members, then the attendants excuse themselves while the Director himself walks outside the room to welcome the other board members, and that's the prime time when the room is empty, and shall it shine to be my best chance to do a few blasphemous acts I've always wished to do.
The show began! I was hiding behind the most sacred secret door in the room- apparently the Chamber of Deceit had a hidden Room of Confidence within it where lay several legal documents of transfer of rights, agreements, deals, signings by various parties- as in members of the Board, for all the big decisions that have affected either the school or its system in any way over the years. As soon as I sensed the director walk out of the room for good, not to come back without the other members, I drained the secret door and room with gallons of kerosene oil, igniting a candle then after, placing it right behind the closed flammable door, tied the candle with a string and threw its other end through a little window that opens to a barren unused land behind the school; after doing rest of the blasphemous acts I had promised myself of, I hurried my way to the other end of the window, holding the string from the outside land, beyond the vision of the visitors who were to step foot in the Chamber of Deceit- famously known as the Student Council Room throughout the premises of our school.
The Board members came in with cunning yet deceiving smiles on their faces after probably five to six minutes- I heard a woman's scream strong enough to bleed my ears; oh wait, speaking about ears- my angelic smile- oh the heavens of hell, haha! How could I stop such a divine smile from spreading from my left ear to the right… Oh how I've attained salvation- my saviour, my Lord- I believe not your father, but I do believe you, you were a "human" after all. Satan whispered to my ears, and I couldn't stop even after hearing the screams of awe, worry, and most importantly fear, from the board members standing and witnessing HELL inside the Chamber of Deceit; I pulled the string to perfection- the warm and comforting smell of charcoal fulfilled my lungs with an entirely new appreciation for my life. The deed has been achieved, I have finally started my Chapter of Revenge, Chayan Roy Chowdhury!
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