Destructiva To Diva
Thy goodness shall soon be history, and return to its power, shall
the evil glory”, warned so, the Empress of the Evil Empire “Destructiva”.
Her husky voice echoed profoundly in the valleys that adorned the
province of Vidyanagari. Her earlier attempts to finish the Goodness
Kingdom had yielded no results.
With jet-black attire
carrying her, and a wicked smile wrinkling her face, she galloped
her way back to where she had her abode, “The Evil Empire”. The
ongoing rift between Destructiva and Nobling wasn’t new to the subjects
of either of the two kingdoms. But they had suffered at this for
long. 10 years of regular brutal war between the two had taken their
peace away. Destructiva was earlier known as Diva but that was then.
our most outstanding student” “Teaching Life” school’s
headmaster would proudly introduce her to the chief guest.
Ace in academics, perfect with numbers, enlightened with knowledge,
she was just the ideal student. Her dreams was to become a
doctor. But it remained a dream, thanks to her. Dare to not
make her the class prefect and the professors would have
She would express
her disappointment, but indirectly which reflected her desire
to be “at the top” at any cost. Merit held no barrier for
her; means always justified the ends. When she was in SSC,
her concentration was drifting away from studies and she spent
more time, bribing professors to get top marks. It was then
that Nobling encountered this student obsessed with success.
He tried to mend her ways, through the examples he gave in
Moral Science, but to no avail.
Nothing stopped Diva
from bribing Nobling too and that put him off. He decided with firm
resolve to teach her the lessons of life.
Diva was detained
and that was the turning point. She set her own “Evil Empire” encouraging
crazy students to achieve success at any cost. If anyone wanted
to get fake mark sheets done or marks raise, they would knock Diva’s
door. The change of name from Diva to Destructiva was the doing
of a fellow supporter. Here, Nobling continued with his goodness
and virtues and was after a period of 10 years, made the king of
Vidyanagari. This offered him greater power to battle with Destructiva.
The fight was between
the adamancy of goodness and the hunger for power. Perhaps, it was
a teacher’s undying struggle to bring an a student back to track
from the wrong path. Nobling had to really rack his brains to think
of a strategy to change Destructiva to Diva the ever-lovable student.
Direct talks didn’t help as Destructiva was highly misled and hence,
the problem had to be tackled at its grass root level. Nobling could
easily observe that the problem emerged from the hunger for power.
So something had to be done, to convince Destructiva that power
has to be gained through right means. Nobling hit upon an idea.
He started interacting with Puresoul Destructiva’s brother, who
unlike her was righteous and ever truthful. Nobling got Puresoul
persuaded to join and be a part of “Evil Empire” run by his sister.
Destructiva more than welcomed this decision of her brother. “I
knew, you would follow my footsteps. Welcome, brother to the evil
empire, where I rule.” Soon Nobling started to let Detsructiva have
things her way. He overlooked the scams she indulged in, and just
ensured all seemed fine to her. But this side, Puresoul had turned
into Foulsoul and now even outdid her sister. He conceived new ways
of fooling with the system, got papers leaked, gave away false certificates
Nobling had anticipated
this and he didn’t intervene till what he thought was the right
time. Destructiva could sense grief and felt wounded seeing her
righteous brother turn into a cheat, a crazy runner in the rat race
of competition. She mellowed, and offered her prayers to God to
gift her back her brother. All this while, Nobling remained out
of the scene. When Purefoul was summoned to the People’s court for
a hearing over an alleged case of paper leakage, Destructiva cried.
Her tears only seemed to reflect regret over what she had been into
since the past 10 years.
She began missing her previous self- when she studied to gain knowledge,
when she was curious to know how things happened. She went to the
riverbanks and asked loudly, “Where are those days? Can I get them
back?” “Yes, you can.” A strange voice chose to reply and continued,
“You have now become Diva the student who was the blue-eyed girl
for every professor. I am pleased to see that a sincere heart still
beats within you and that you care for your brother. The whole plot
was our doing.” So said Nobling, feeling glad to see his pursuit
meet its result. “But what about my brother’s tainted image? The
paper leaks?” “It was all too planned to be real. The students as
well as your brother and all the others too co-operated to see this
plan work successfully.
Nothing has happened
to your brother’s image. In fact, people will eagerly look forward
to meeting the brother of Diva. That’s the best part. Destructiva
has become Diva!” “ I have realized my folly. In the “wanted-at-any-cost”
drive for power, I parted with the real purpose of knowledge, the
real meaning of education. Thank you, for again bringing in me that
student whose quest never ends far better than an after-power
maniac.” While a teacher’s victory could be reflected in Nobling’s
smile, the joy of innocence restored sparkled in Diva’s smile.
Contributing Story Teller
Niranjan Turakhia is a 28 year young poet and has lately
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