3 – Revelation!!

I am a little sober now. May be the winds effect. I am still naked but don’t feel the physical pain anymore. I am looking at my skin. It has become so pale, so strange. I don’t have any thing to do, rather don’t want to do anything. It is 2:30 AM, i am still on NH-8, While I was supposed to be in Mahipalpur at this time.

“Rabindar, Uth beta”, Maa is calling me. I have just woken up, its 11 in the morning, I don’t know how I have reached home, may be one of my uncles got me here. TV was on, I changed it to the news channel, there was some pretty reporter telling about the increase in crime in Gurgaon and Faridabad, I laughed to myself that with the elections near what do they expect. Suddenly she points to the same Scorpio which I had stolen yesterday night. I could recognize the number plate. It had all the mirrors shattered, with the bullet marks strewn across. Reporter is telling that the same Scorpio was used in the murder of lady IT engineer on Faridabad road recently. With the encounter of the goons traveling in the Scorpio, police is claiming to solve the double murder mystery of IT Executive and TV journalist. I suddenly remember those faces who had put a pistol on my head. I am numb. I don’t have any feeling.

One of the two, who were responsible for my pitiful state was dead. Tall, Thin, Big eyes with Horse Shoe mustache was still at large. Later that day, with more news pouring from different-different news reporter, it was confirmed, that the leader of the slain group was Amit Tomar. Who is still alive. My eyes brows got tensed. Blood rushed into my eyes. In my fit, i don’t even remember, when i broke my finger bones.

Other news, which took my attention off the Tomar was a small news clip of Manish Hooda. Desi, who just returned from Amrica, was stopped yesterday in Gymkhana Gurgaon. One unknown person, on a gunpoint stripped him off the belongings and his Scorpio. He made it to the news, not because he was the owner of the encountered Scorpio, but because he is the youngest son of Haryana Chief minister. He failed to testify that Raj and his gang abducted the Scorpio. But did recognized the “Katta” used in the encounter. There are news of a larger gang involvement in the case. The case is not yet solved.

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2 – Humilation!!

Unable to walk, the burden of humiliation had at far exceeded my strength to hold my self. I dropped myself on the by lane of the highway. the weather, which was so pleasant, was suddenly so heavy and tight, it had squeezed all my might out. I folded my legs and put my head on them. I cried.

This was not the first time i cried. Last time i cried, it was two years back. I was in love with Savita. I usually felt flat, when i used to see her twin Pony and her Rakhi Savant like attitude. She was the heartthrob of all the villagers. She even walked like her. No matter how much courage i could muster to talk to her, i mean the mirror (assuming she was on the other side of it). I was never able to come within a 10 metre radius of her aura. It was one of those days, when a gang of rowdies from our own village, enacted the Mika sequel on her. But this sequel was a bit different, there was not one Mika but a bunch of them. They staged the sequence right behind my house, in my own balcony. How can i forget that night. My real cousin was one of the Mika’s. I came out with my only ammunition, my hockey stick. And threatened them. That was the first time i experienced a Commando feeling. It lasted few seconds only. Two slaps and i was forced to put my hands under my legs, in a typical ‘Muga’ pose. All of them kissed her, one by one. I felt pain and humiliation. Later that night, like a coward i killed all six of them. Savita turned into a lunatic. Yesterday night, she merely enjoyed each and every kiss. But was in love with my cousin. When he died, part of her also died. And i cried.

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1 – Hijack!!

I need to reach Mahipalpur Village (New Delhi) by 2.30 AM. It is still 1.00 AM. Driving slow on the NH-8, i was coming from Gurgaon. Surprisingly the weather was pleasingly fresh. With cool breeze and a drizzle, unlike a typical summer night. With King Fisher in right hand and steering in left, i was trying to make the best out of my drive. The Tracter was running great. Though the company had re branded it, in form of Scorpio. The Vehicle was pleasure driving. Felt like a ‘smoke will fill’ the small gap in my pleasure. I looked around for the lighter. Unable to find one. Maybe the Owner of the Tracter never smoke. The Vehicle was 2008 Model, i could make it out from the tail light. It was one of the hundreds of the vehicle which will be shipped out of Delhi, by tomorrow. Elections are fortnight away.

I have an average built. A very local person. Get real pleasure in local abuses and local wanderings. Unlike the rest of the clan, which were much stronger then me, I used to be a bit short on confidence. Belongs to a clan, where the conversation itself means a small fight. And in the real fight, i was the one most thrashed about. But that was past. Off late, i have found a new friend. Who doesn’t listen, never get overpowered. And Kills when ever triggered. It is my local Desi “Katta”. Now i am the master of my own self. Now, No one can dare treat me like an apartheid. Unlike ‘Munna Bhai’ non violence, i believe in total vi0lence.

In my urge to satisfy the craving, i slowed down. Saw a Black Safari few meters away. Thought of borrowing some light. Came near to them. I called for one of the guys for a match. For a second they whispered among them-self. Then both of them came near to me. In new founded ‘Very Rude’ voice i commanded a match box. One of them reached to his pocket. Took out a match box, and handed over to me, from the window. Another one reached over his pocket and pointed the Pistol on my head. I started sweating, with the velocity similar to the drizzle outside. Forced to come out of the hijacked ‘Scorpio’. I talked to death, all the names i can recall in few months of my short carrier. From all the local political leaders to the local goons. And in doing so i tried to bring out my local ‘Katta’. though it was of no match to their Pistol. never the less, i wanted to fight back. I had my big confidence to defend. The duo, who by all dimension were far superior to me, got me on the knees. Took my ‘Katta’, and laughed, liked my clan heavy weight champions, when they used to squirm me up. The anger and the frustration got the worst out of me. In my last fit to defend my self respect, i slapped one of them.

They took the Car, took all my money. They never killed me. They might have thought it will disgrace thier own reputation. Night 2.00 AM, all alone on NH-8, felt some chillness. They took away all my clothes. Spared not even my socks.

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