Rabindranath's Nobel way of M.B.A written by Ritendra Bhattacharya

His plans seemed crazy, but crazy enough to work. He has been
straining his brain since his return from the Columbia University
delivering an applauded lecture on the works of Rabindranath Tagore.
The informal dinner organised on the sidelines of the literary
conference can be attributed to have caused the crazy plan to evolve
in this professor's mind. In vain did, the professor try to convince
Mr.Bhargava, a wealthy Silicon Valley mogul of America, the importance
of morality in life. Mr.Bhargava was getting restless." Frankly
professor", he said, "what I understand you to mean is that you are
ignoring two billion dollars for getting that medal out of that dusty
village", he added "I gather that the Brazilian drug dealer who wants
it will be after both of our lives if we deny the deal". "But, how can
I do it", the professor fumbled. "The Nobel prize of Rabindranath is
our national and Bengali community's pride"
     The professors mind raced back over the details of his stealing
experience." Had all that really happened". He thought sitting in the
police headquarters. The professor after his return from America gave
way to baser human instincts and moreover $2billion meant more free
time to concentrate on his creative and literary pursuits.
     The intelligence officer was asking a question, "Tell me"; he
said, "Where is the medal". "The medal, believe me I didn't steal it
", the professor demurred. The Professor vividly remembered that
night. After planning the procedure, he waited for midnight of a
public holiday. When he finally opened the vault it was empty. The
medal had been stolen. In the following days he found himself being
suspected by authority and finally the police detained him. The
professor thought Mr.Bhargava had employed some other man for stealing
and then double-crossed him.
       Trombolina, the professor's smart college going daughter was
burdened by the thoughts of her fathers arrest and a future of
uncertainty. On a summer evening she was sitting lonely on the banks
of river Ajoy, sobbing and cursing her fate. Her wet eyes suddenly
glanced over a gleaming white box, half covered in thick grass.
Generally she wouldn't have touched unfamiliar objects but this box
seemed familiar. She picked the box. This was the same ivory box that
got stolen from the museum with the Nobel Prize. A few steps left she
found a letter, which had her handwriting. She remembered this was the
letter she had given to her boyfriend, who came here last week.
Incidentally she had meet her boyfriend on the same day in which her
father had been alleged to have stolen the medal. Immediately she
understood everything. She took out her mobile and dialled her
boyfriend's number. "Asish is that you", She said with a serious
voice. "Frankly tell me who stole the Nobel Prize". With a dry smile
her boyfriend replied, " It's gone. I have melted it and sold the
gold". "Why did you do that Asish? My father is in jail for you", She
thundered. "Well" he said, " you know how poor we are and no bank
would lend me loan for my M.B.A without security". Unable to speak a
word she kept silent. He went on " the country needs me. Frankly I
needed a better life, maybe for your happiness".