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.

——————–to be continued——————–

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