Lajjo was dragging Laxmi on the deserted street. Wind was scratching the skin off from the body trying to drink the blood below. Laxmi was even unable to breath but still was tumbling along with her mother-in-law. The nearby health center wore a deserted look and death seemed to be haunting the dim lit building of ill-maintained government body. Laxmi's soul tried to leave her body due to inconsiderable pain and she was losing her senses and also hope.
Lajjo somehow reached entry clenching Laxmi's arm and somehow managed to utter with teary eyes,"Babuji, help her!!". The center attendant gave a scornful look at the duo, intentionally overlooking the condition of the lady and barked,"What happened?" Lajjo managed to reply,"She is expecting. Please do something"
Lajjo was dragging Laxmi on the deserted street. Wind was scratching the skin off from the body trying to drink the blood below. Laxmi was even unable to breath but still was tumbling along with her mother-in-law. The nearby health center wore a deserted look and death seemed to be haunting the dim lit building of ill-maintained government body. Laxmi's soul tried to leave her body due to inconsiderable pain and she was losing her senses and also hope.
Lajjo somehow reached entry clenching Laxmi's arm and somehow managed to utter with teary eyes,"Babuji, help her!!". The center attendant gave a scornful look at the duo, intentionally overlooking the condition of the lady and barked,"What happened?" Lajjo managed to reply,"She is expecting. Please do something"
"Doctor has left. It will take time to call him back. Fill this form and wait till then", yelled the attendant and left leaving a small paper in Lajjo's hands. She looked at the pale parchment paper having streaks and drops of black ink arranged all over it. She was lost in depressive thoughts, the thoughts which suggested that she was losing the battle. A sudden shriek broke her half sleep. Laxmi made a tearing cry and fell on the ground and looked like a fish out of water, writhing in pain. Lajjo was helpless. Attendent was nowhere to be seen. Laxmi's head was in Lajjo's lap and the older lady was trying to console her daughter-in-law hoping that she will give her a reason for her dynasty to survive. Moist eyes and thumping hearts was the similarity of both the women.
Legs were starting to deceive Jagdish. Walking on footpath didn't seem easier anymore. His left hand was a burden now to his body. He felt as if he was carrying a load without any reason. His torn shoes were now and then giving him sensation that footpath even had coarse gravel, ready to rip apart the hard sole of feet. He was cursing the time when he decided to enter the old Sabzi Mandi of Delhi, piled up with rotten vegetables and swarm of flies. He was cursing the time when he intended to pick up some vegetables from there. He was cursing the time when he lost his job. He was cursing the time when he married, thinking that he spoiled the life of a girl. He was cursing his body. He was cursing his feet. He was cursing his left hand.
Baaaaanggggg!!!!!!!!! Screeeeeeeeechhhh!!!!!
There was silence. Only thing he could hear was some people yelling and running towards him. And then he tried to sense some more. He took a deep breath and then stopped sensing. Black was everything outside and around him. The white rice he was carrying spilled on the ground soaked in bright red color. The ground near his head went wet due to his own saliva and blood. Gasping for some more air didn't help him now. Everywhere there were speculations.
"He must have been drunk."
"Not able to earn enough to eat, they get money to drink for sure."
"Its good that he died, people like these are burden to society"
A few distance away, a new life was crying sending a surge of happiness to mother and her grand-mother. Lajjo smilingly looked at the infant and said, "He looks like his father".
Delhi Police was informed about an accident near the main road and it came to clear up the dead body.
And as usual, Delhi never stops and moves on!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Inseperable siblings- Life and Death
Birds were constantly flocking to the trees to their individual nests and feeding the chirpy young ones with whatever they could get the whole day. As the sun was trying hard to maintain the light, the earth was adamant to set for its romance with the moonlight. Delhi, as usual notorious for its biting cold was preparing itself to prevent itself from the weather trying to send a shiver down the spine. But still, Delhi never stops and moves on.
Just some miles away from the honking streets and the busy markets, a dark figure appeared on the deserted streets of nearby slums. Jagdish was trying hard to collect his rag and prevent the heat from his body, to escape to feed the ever hungry cold of Delhi. His body was constantly reminding him of the pain he was bearing due to a broken scapula. Although blood had stopped oozing yet the wound was not dry enough to be covered by any cloth directly.
He was walking slowly and his moist eyes told an untold story asking several questions to GOD, Society and the humanity. His mind was repeating the suffering he met in the afternoon itself. He was asking himself a question. "Why did I try to pick the vegetables from the trash area? Why did I go to select some tomatoes from the garbage area? I didn't steal anything, then why did they all hit me as if I stole their fresh vegetables? They had already threw all those things, then why did I get a thrashing over the refused material?"
His mind got diverted to his family now. His pregnant wife Laxmi must be eagerly waiting for the medicines and some food so as to sustain herself and also her old mother-in-law. Jagdish tried remembering his old days when he worked at the local food processing industry as porter. He was one of the most efficient worker there and his supervisor always praised him for his work and also because he was regular and polite. He was several times rewarded bonus for being a loyal worker for the company. It was the peak time of his happiness as he got married too. Every thing changed within an year and dark times were waiting for him. Once the Government decided that all industries must leave Delhi at once, he was on the road without food, money, shelter and even some clothes.
He tried to get some job of laborer, but policy of Delhi's master plan was not going to support him either. All the construction work had to be stopped immediately and everything will go by the master plan designed by the so called leaders of development.
The silence of the road was now and then broken by the noise of his rumbling hungry stomach. He didn't remember as to when did he eat last time. Maybe 2 days back, when he got some dry bread wrapped in 'Harvest Gold' wrapper in the garbage? Every night when he reached home he gave at least something to eat to his wife and mother, although he would remain hungry many a times. He knew the fact that her expecting wife needed more nutrient as compared to him but still he knew that whatever he provided was not even enough for herself, leave alone the growing embryo.
His mind was not settling, he was thinking. From topic to topic. He was blessing that servant of nearby bungalow, who by mistake dropped and tore the rice bag while carrying it from shop to home. Jagdish collected all the rice fallen on the ground and filled it in his shawl and tied it closely to his waist. He was feeling that packet and was smiling that at least today his wife and mother can eat to their full, although he was ignoring the fact that packet contained more of soil than rice grains.
Meanwhile, at his so called home, her mother was getting tensed as Laxmi was experiencing some pain. Lajjo knew what this pain meant. She was conscious and asked Laxmi to go and relax in the bed. She kept a constant eye on the door, expecting his son to come and handle the situation as early and as efficiently as possible. But his son was nowhere to be seen. The pain was increasing and Lajjo had to take a decision very fast or otherwise a disaster was waiting for her.
Winters were at its peak and was testing the patience of humans but Laxmi was sweating profusely. Her mind was not giving her right instructions and she had started crying now. Lajjo plunged into action and caught Laxmi's hand and dragged her to nearby government health center. Laxmi although feeling weak, managed to accompany her mother-in-law.
Jagdish was still walking back to his home unaware of the situation. His body didnot have enough energy now and his mind was confusing him with various signals simultaneously. He started having hallucinations. He clinched the rice packet close to himself and tried regaining some courage to move on. He took his shawl by his right hand and tried to cover his left shoulder properly which was wounded and was paining severely. He held his left hand by his right hand so as to support it. He felt like cutting his left arm and shoulder many a times. His half dry eyes were enough to tell his agony.
Every now and then some vehicles passed beside him making him aware of the fact that India indeed is a rich country with poor people. His steps were losing the pace and most dangerously, focus. He looked like a drunk man, trying to find his way back to home.
To be continued....
Just some miles away from the honking streets and the busy markets, a dark figure appeared on the deserted streets of nearby slums. Jagdish was trying hard to collect his rag and prevent the heat from his body, to escape to feed the ever hungry cold of Delhi. His body was constantly reminding him of the pain he was bearing due to a broken scapula. Although blood had stopped oozing yet the wound was not dry enough to be covered by any cloth directly.
He was walking slowly and his moist eyes told an untold story asking several questions to GOD, Society and the humanity. His mind was repeating the suffering he met in the afternoon itself. He was asking himself a question. "Why did I try to pick the vegetables from the trash area? Why did I go to select some tomatoes from the garbage area? I didn't steal anything, then why did they all hit me as if I stole their fresh vegetables? They had already threw all those things, then why did I get a thrashing over the refused material?"
His mind got diverted to his family now. His pregnant wife Laxmi must be eagerly waiting for the medicines and some food so as to sustain herself and also her old mother-in-law. Jagdish tried remembering his old days when he worked at the local food processing industry as porter. He was one of the most efficient worker there and his supervisor always praised him for his work and also because he was regular and polite. He was several times rewarded bonus for being a loyal worker for the company. It was the peak time of his happiness as he got married too. Every thing changed within an year and dark times were waiting for him. Once the Government decided that all industries must leave Delhi at once, he was on the road without food, money, shelter and even some clothes.
He tried to get some job of laborer, but policy of Delhi's master plan was not going to support him either. All the construction work had to be stopped immediately and everything will go by the master plan designed by the so called leaders of development.
The silence of the road was now and then broken by the noise of his rumbling hungry stomach. He didn't remember as to when did he eat last time. Maybe 2 days back, when he got some dry bread wrapped in 'Harvest Gold' wrapper in the garbage? Every night when he reached home he gave at least something to eat to his wife and mother, although he would remain hungry many a times. He knew the fact that her expecting wife needed more nutrient as compared to him but still he knew that whatever he provided was not even enough for herself, leave alone the growing embryo.
His mind was not settling, he was thinking. From topic to topic. He was blessing that servant of nearby bungalow, who by mistake dropped and tore the rice bag while carrying it from shop to home. Jagdish collected all the rice fallen on the ground and filled it in his shawl and tied it closely to his waist. He was feeling that packet and was smiling that at least today his wife and mother can eat to their full, although he was ignoring the fact that packet contained more of soil than rice grains.
Meanwhile, at his so called home, her mother was getting tensed as Laxmi was experiencing some pain. Lajjo knew what this pain meant. She was conscious and asked Laxmi to go and relax in the bed. She kept a constant eye on the door, expecting his son to come and handle the situation as early and as efficiently as possible. But his son was nowhere to be seen. The pain was increasing and Lajjo had to take a decision very fast or otherwise a disaster was waiting for her.
Winters were at its peak and was testing the patience of humans but Laxmi was sweating profusely. Her mind was not giving her right instructions and she had started crying now. Lajjo plunged into action and caught Laxmi's hand and dragged her to nearby government health center. Laxmi although feeling weak, managed to accompany her mother-in-law.
Jagdish was still walking back to his home unaware of the situation. His body didnot have enough energy now and his mind was confusing him with various signals simultaneously. He started having hallucinations. He clinched the rice packet close to himself and tried regaining some courage to move on. He took his shawl by his right hand and tried to cover his left shoulder properly which was wounded and was paining severely. He held his left hand by his right hand so as to support it. He felt like cutting his left arm and shoulder many a times. His half dry eyes were enough to tell his agony.
Every now and then some vehicles passed beside him making him aware of the fact that India indeed is a rich country with poor people. His steps were losing the pace and most dangerously, focus. He looked like a drunk man, trying to find his way back to home.
To be continued....
Sunday, February 26, 2012
MANDI-"The Market"
He was observing the various aspects of the article. Its way of speaking, its of walking, way of seeing and behaving to the various circumstances. The "article" was being scrutinized so as to ensure that he was not lame, limp, squint, dumb, deaf or not having any other physical problems.
'It' was under constant watch as to see his intellectual skills and IQ. Whether this article will suit his status or whether this article be able to sustain and adapt to their living standards and lifestyle.
Whether this 'article' be able to bring joys to their daughter's life and will 'it' be able to satisfy her material needs? Will 'it' be able to earn so much as to sustain his daughter's lifestyle?
"He has recently qualified a very prestigious competitive exam bhai sahab", told the owner of the article, as if this statement would add a further accolade to the quality of his product. And indeed this statement sends a faint smile on the face of the customer as if he felt that the object he wants to get has really some quality in it.
"What are you doing these days?", asked the customer. "Research project", was a prompt reply from the 'article'. "That's really good. What are you planning to join in future? Have you tried for any PSUs?", asked the man again to the article. Article looked a confused and emotionless object having several qualities which seemed worthy for its selling.
Indeed the 'article' had several qualities, after all 'it' had been made and polished for 25 long years by the owners. And as soon as it was out in the market, the list of customers wanting to have it became too long. Frequent phone calls, emails, messages and all sorts of communication became frequent to the owner for seeking its compatibility and suitability for them.
Managers, Principals, Servicemen, Judges and all sort of people were in the list of customers wanting to have the single piece created.
The 'article' was still thinking,"Am I alive? Do I have intelligence? Can I really work? Can I really live? Has my selling time started? To whom will I be sold to? For whom I have to work for the whole life? Whose happiness will be my aim for the lifetime? Who will I be passed on to? Will she be able to keep me properly? Will I be efficient in matching her needs? Till when this market of humans will go on?"
I am still searching an answer!!!
"Ye Mandi kab tak chalegi????"
'It' was under constant watch as to see his intellectual skills and IQ. Whether this article will suit his status or whether this article be able to sustain and adapt to their living standards and lifestyle.
Whether this 'article' be able to bring joys to their daughter's life and will 'it' be able to satisfy her material needs? Will 'it' be able to earn so much as to sustain his daughter's lifestyle?
"He has recently qualified a very prestigious competitive exam bhai sahab", told the owner of the article, as if this statement would add a further accolade to the quality of his product. And indeed this statement sends a faint smile on the face of the customer as if he felt that the object he wants to get has really some quality in it.
"What are you doing these days?", asked the customer. "Research project", was a prompt reply from the 'article'. "That's really good. What are you planning to join in future? Have you tried for any PSUs?", asked the man again to the article. Article looked a confused and emotionless object having several qualities which seemed worthy for its selling.
Indeed the 'article' had several qualities, after all 'it' had been made and polished for 25 long years by the owners. And as soon as it was out in the market, the list of customers wanting to have it became too long. Frequent phone calls, emails, messages and all sorts of communication became frequent to the owner for seeking its compatibility and suitability for them.
Managers, Principals, Servicemen, Judges and all sort of people were in the list of customers wanting to have the single piece created.
The 'article' was still thinking,"Am I alive? Do I have intelligence? Can I really work? Can I really live? Has my selling time started? To whom will I be sold to? For whom I have to work for the whole life? Whose happiness will be my aim for the lifetime? Who will I be passed on to? Will she be able to keep me properly? Will I be efficient in matching her needs? Till when this market of humans will go on?"
I am still searching an answer!!!
"Ye Mandi kab tak chalegi????"
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Inhuman society for the humans themselves!!!
Her stoned eyes revealed a dreamless state of mind, looking into the vacuum as if she had attained salvation without even knowing a single pleasure of the world.
Her baby was sitting on the cold floor with trivial clothes on its body. the floor was cold enough to send a baby from so called sophisticated society to go to coma.
Her unsolved locks, plain face and emotionless expression were enough to tell that she doesn't belong to the so called well to do society of the nation. Call it a bed-sheet, a stole, a shawl or a rag was all that she had as a winter accessory to cover herself from the biting cold of ruthless Delhi.
Her husband was thrashed by a local policeman a few hours ago for mistakenly being identified as rag-picker in the waiting room of the Indian Railways. Yet, they were normal as they were allowed to sit near the dustbin of the waiting room.
She was moveing now and then trying to find a comfortable and warm position for her half naked child whose wet cheeks were enough to express that he was either hungry or cold or worse, both.
Rani represented a typical Indian face of a lower strata girl who had been refused and abused by all since her childhood. Food, clothes, education or Independence, everything was a dream for her refused by parents, in-laws or society.
Waiting for their train, Rani, her husband Shivram and her brother-in-law Kashi tried to find a well deserved sleep which had been snatched by the ordeal of bread winning for themselves. Hari, her child, had a weak body vulnerable to the killing diseases and it was proved by the severe coughing and running nose.
Policemen were a regular terrorists or a threat to them and whenever so called 'security' came, they trembled like a petty thief caught of a trivial theft.
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