Auspicious killings

carcass on national highway, 57, araria

We invariable observe toddlers’ love and affection for cats and dogs. They struggle to catch them, hold them, etc. and in their struggle they tumble down and injure themselves; nevertheless the love and fascination for these domestic animals never die. The association between toddlers and domestic animals grows deeper as they grow up.  Looking at this aspect of kids, managers of preparatory/ nursery schools house dummy or live domestic animals in their schools, make it salable goods, and exploit it as a tool of marketing in their potential clients. Interestingly, these animals in the schools not only provide cozy ambience but alleviate their pain of parting away from their love ones.

The association does not obliterate when we grow up, rather it goes somewhere deep in our sub-conscious mind. Time and again it is reflected in our daily activities. In villages, heads of households customarily give some part of their food to dogs after finishing their meal. Dogs also know about the dining time of each and every household. They anxiously wait for their due share in the meal and then they visit to next household. Cats are smart enough. They always remain in hurry and patience is not their business. They do not wait for their due share. They devise their own trick and strategy. They realize lately that their strategy works out only when they are tolerated in the homes.

Moreover, teachers, students, business men and business executives, they also unknowingly poke their sub-conscious mind and utter ‘C’ for cat and ‘D’ for dog; when they convey some letters, as par of address or otherwise, on telephone. Not to be spoken that they are darlings of animal lovers.

However, this association becomes weak and fragile when we hold steering of vehicle. We suddenly discover an aberration in our demeanour. The main cause of such aberration is an item of our culture. This item contradicts and eclipses the love and affection with these animals particularly with cats, viz. cutting across road by a cat is indication of bad omen. The believe kills thousand of cats every day. Drivers when they see that they do not have chance to pass cats before they cross the road, they crush them under their wheel.

The callousness of drivers combined with high-peed national highways takes thousands of lives of dogs. By-the-way it is immaterial to discuss cause of accidental death of dogs and cats on the roads, whether its callousness of drivers or high-speed national highways or over population of dogs or little value is attached to their lives.

Lets take the item of culture which takes lives of innocent domestic animal—cats.  I accept momentarily that their cutting across road symbolize danger. If it is really so, then why do not we consider that they are sent by God to warn us about the danger, and be cautious and mindful while traveling? If we buy this logic then we will have to be thankful to cats instead of eliminating them from our ways. Besides, we should also be grateful to God that He care so much that He guides us step by step.

Friends, Araria is located at the juncture of two high-speed national highways. I observe that at every 8-10 kilometers one can see one or two carcass of dogs or cats, fresh or semi decomposed or completely decomposed. This might not be the particular case of Araria. The national highways run all over India. Every day we are killing our cats and dogs—-the loyal and true friends of our childhood. I wish the strong bond of friendship revive again.

Topless bottom

Topless does not mean bottom all the time. Here I am seeking you attention towards the topless ladies and the topless wretched in poverty. The first category is generally found in high society of mature capitalist countries. Their showbiz symbolizes modernity and empowerment of women. They are neither ridiculed nor are they looked down upon but they appropriate large space in reputed high-class-society magazine and electronic media. The more they are pampered by the highly-rich-class men the more their demands in the society go up and consequently their positions in the celebrity list keep improving. They do not lie at the bottom but on the top.
The other category of such women is the characteristics of the poverty-stricken third world countries. They lie at the bottom of the spectrum of the development. Their every part of the body bears the cost of impoverishment. In the human history their breast size used to determine their worth. Their gazes are considered vulgar. Their demeanors are look down upon and so on.
Good haven, the situation in third world is improving and their aspirations and expectations are little bit articulated theoretically in the emerging power structure and political set up. In Bihar too their conditions seem to be improving as Bihar has picked up the take-off stage of development and train of inclusive growth has started running in every nook and corner. However, the nature still decides the larger course of life in Bihar particularly in Kosi belt. Monsoon and streams continue to decide whether they will sing in the rain or will be drowned in the rivers.
Araria is the typical case of this belt. The district is criss-crossed by many tributaries of Kosi such as Panar, Bakra, Pankai, etc. Sandy soil is predominant type of soil found in this region. Weather is pleasant and cool so that it has earned the name “poor man’s Darjeeling”. Agriculture is poorly developed. Ground water has not been developed systematically. Flood is an annual phenomenon and the eastern part of the district is the main victim of it. The low lying flood plain and local depression of this area is marked by artificial levees of British periods. Now these levees have been converted into all-weather roads which connect them with the rest of the places.
Vegetable, rice, cattle, geese, chicken, eggs, goats are the main source of their income. Cattle and fowls are raised and managed by women in every household. Colourful chicks with their mother, twittering and pecking could be seen in almost every courtyard. The moment you stop and gawk over them their mother alarms them of danger and rushes them to their darba (a small place meant for them). Cattle are generally found of poor breed. Frequently they are seen driven in flock towards the ‘east’. Cows hardly give milk enough for making a couple of cup of tea.
Bamboos and some local grasses are very common and are used as building materials. Huts of various size made of these materials are seen all along the roads. Some huts are roofed by tin sheets. The sides of huts are beautifully plastered with mud. At the head’s height small bamboo windows are left for cross ventilation. Some pucca houses have started to come up on this terrain. But these are not funded by the ‘indra awaas yojna’ rather owned by rural elites.
Polygamy here is very high and so the brooding. Some women without top could easily be seen along the roads collecting fuel wood or fodder. They cover their breast by wrapping their sari across their upper body. Some pairs of siblings tattered and shabbily wrapped up in barely essential clothes could be seen playing infront of almost every house, or the elder one tendering the younger one, or elder assisting their mother in chores. Majority of the people of this region migrate to the Punjab, haryana and delhi to sell their mannual labour while some are engaged in bamboo work, other flock to the local labour market.
This region is also marked by presence of plenty of middle men, and the vagary of nature prove windfall to them. Common men allege that the district does not move without them. The invariably recurring flood and cyclones do not wash and sweep up their belongings rather strengthen the role of these middle men. And relief work becomes one of the backbreaking tasks of district administration. Politics on relief work is another interesting event of this region. Story concerning corruption in distribution of relief does not fit into this piece of writing so it is better not to discuss here.
Majority of these observations have been made due to the fascinating streams of this region. These streams allured me to meander along their courses and listen to murmur of their flow. Alas! The same streams wash down the dreams and hopes of people of this region. I believe if they are harnessed properly they would never be insufferable any longer in this region.

Asami: the accused

Asami: The Accused

No, no! Don’t confuse, ‘asami’ with ‘Assami’. When I was hearing cases sitting next to the additional district & session judge 1, I heard invariably ‘assami’ killed, ‘assami’ brutally attacked, stolen bike, molested, etc. I was surprised, why would assamese come and create havoc in this area? My mind was preoccupied with the location of Assam and neighbouring countries nonetheless I had given my ears to the trial room. The map of Indian subcontinent and some stories & news flashed in my mind. The reporting that some Bangladeshi and Pakistani sneaked through Forbesganj, a subdivision of Araria bordering Viratnagar (Nepal) refreshed.
Had Bangladeshi been pronounced in the court I would not have been disquiet. This region as has been alleged is infested by illegal Bangladeshi migrants and terrorists find porous boundary a cake walk to enter the country through it.
I reasoned out my self that I have already spent about two months in the region but I have not seen a single Assami in this locality. Since they belong to mongloid race so it is not difficult to point them out even they try to disappear in crowds in the Gangatic region. But this principle can not be applied in case of Pakistani and Bangladeshi. They belong to same racial group as of the inhabitants of the Gangatic plain. Though, in Forbesgang and Joghbani some Nepales could be seen wading through the crowded markets. They could also be distinguished from the Assami by their facial features and stature.
I had been in the company of many Assamese in Delhi. I found them very friendly and charming. They are so naïve that they do not even utter Hindi of ‘banana’ when they interact with Hindi speaking citizens, then how could they terrorize the life of residents of Araria? Moreover, this region is so remote that posting of government officials in this region is considered as punishment, why would Assami come to this place?
In the recent past there had been some strayed cases of conflict and violence between Assamese and Biharis. Such conflicts are not deep rooted but are an aberration of politicization of the regional interests. Illegal outfits capitalize these situations and fan it further to enhance their bargaining power with the legitimate democratic governments. The harmless and innocent people are generally bear the burnt of this gimmick politics. Some time foxes wearing sheep’s skin are seen in the formal power structure and are working as conduit. The recent attack on the Bihari students in Assam who had gone to appear in examination is nothing more than a nefarious design of such berserk. Its reaction in Bihar, such as attacking Assamese passengers in trains reflects the presence of their cousins in Bihar too.
However, these are small and strayed incidences when we weigh the long associations of our neighbouring states. Racial provocations and regional obsessions are temporary in nature. Rationality and conscience do overtake them. These phenomena come on the surface when people are confused and entangled with many faces of reality. This state of frustration is generally being vented out by violating humanistic norms by the persons of weak character. While majority in the society resist such peculiarity.
Sorry, my dear readers, I am little wandered off from the crux of the story which I wanted to share with you. Actually ‘asami’ has nothing to do with any group of people. It is an Arabic word which has traveled thousand of kilometers and has crossed many seas before assimilating in our culture and becoming part of it. It has witnessed many kingdoms and emperors coming and passing by. It stood tall even in post-modern phase, which is dominated by westernization. However, in courts it remains to connote the same meaning i.e. ‘accused’ while its literal meaning is ‘customer’.
In courts proceedings one would regularly face such traditional words and actions which majority would fail to comprehend. I observed that in the trial room every one was looking blank except the pleaders and the judges. The communications between the two were abstract. The trials depicted in the Hindi movies are nonetheless significantly different from the real trial. In a nutshell the proceedings appear unwieldy. The legal process is really difficult to comprehend. In India, where literacy rate is not very high, even after diluting the definition of literate the figure for literates reaches about 65 percent. Its means 35 percent are completely illiterates. We can now think of the legal awareness expected to be present among the people of our country. Nevertheless, our courts are bursting with the complaints, litigations, civil suits and title cases. This is high time to think about the delivery of justice as well as other aspects of judicial system.

Are our cities bursting at the seams?

Are our cities bursting at the seams?

A ground near Mackenzie middle school, Gulzar Bagh, Patna

Ashok Rajpath, Sabzi Bagh, Patna

Lives in cities are moving fast but speed of traffic is getting slower and slower. The situation is almost similar in all third world countries. Indian cities are not exception. Though there has been regional tinge and local flavours that mark little difference. Every year thousands of cars and vehicles set out onto roads. These motors flood  markets, roads and other open spaces. Planners are struggling to stretch the city land.  Hide-&- see-play is very common between city administrators and encroachers. The poor and homeless resort to streets and roads as their lost heavens. Moreover, they also sometime feel the touch and weight of BMW when they come under it.

Nano is now a big challenge to these street and homeless city dwellers. Those who manages motor bike could manage to keep nano-darling. The car could shower some sort of prestige to lower middle class besides providing little ease and comfort, and help them to step into their big brothers’ shoes. So, a competition between nano owners and homeless citizens is about to begin.

Think! What will happen when  you have to rush(god forbidden) to hospital in an emergency? In patna I see every day  ambulances honk but others don’t budge a single inch. See the traffic situation in the photograph of Ashok Rajpath. There is no place to give pass to ambulance. Every one is struggling to squeeze other and budge ahead.  It is really difficult to remind about morality when you are stuck in the traffic jam in these cities and you do not know whether you will take an hour or whole night to reach to your dear one.

This is not an outcome of a day or a year. It is accumulated consequence of faulty developmental processes and socialization. Developmental activities had always been oriented towards providing services. However, some efforts had been made to organize society through developmental activities but it did not pay the dividend. For example, ‘community development programme’, social forestry, etc. tried to inculcate social responsibility but its spirit is shunted to the background both by ‘executive’ and targeted beneficiaries.

Step-motherly treatment of rural folk has bled their hearts, and they seek solace by changing their loyalty to urbanity. They migrate to cities & towns and consequently their burden is also carried on to the cities and towns. Calcitrant city dwellers, who could otherwise be managed, have also made the city ride miserable. In Patna, we see that only a few riders/drivers create havoc by violating the traffic rules. The more shocking is that no body objects such behaviour and consequently the whole traffic is thrown to stand still. The grip of regulations, rules, etc. are loosening every minute.

There could be many reasons for tumbling the society into the plunge pool. But dearths of open spaces/parks/playgrounds in cities also help in diluting the conviction of rules, regulation, laws, etc. and leading to chaotic  situations. Playground is something like workshop for children. It provides them opportunity to translate the values and morality into practice which they learn in their class rooms. This is done through various means like games or other extracurricular activities. They learn to realize the importance of rules though various awards and rewards. However, with the increasing demand of English-medium-education, schools are cropping up like any thing. Most of them are unregulated and are having dearth of basic infrastructures. Their main concern is to mint money and hence playgrounds remain the least bothered item in the list of desirable needs. and so children are denied of a healthy school environment.

Moreover, the open spaces/parks are similarly workshop for grown up persons as well, where most of the social activities take place. These places further enforces the social norms, values, rules, regulations as the healthy social interactions take place viz. marriage, party, pass time, etc.  Besides, these places also provide opportunity to demonstrate the rules of interactions to the young one. Therefore,  playgrounds/parks/open spaces should be visualized in proper way.

However, the burden falls on the educationists and social scientists to find the interface between strong conviction of values/customs/rules and open spaces/parks/playground.

Museum revisited

I did not know why should I visit a museum?  In my sub-conscious mind I found the buried information that people of well-breed keep visiting such places.  Its importance, time to time is underlined by news that a historical item from this museum or that had been stolen and the police have sealed the entire exit points leading out of the city and moreover, the record auction further highlights its worth.

These are the things which I had in my mind when I entered the Patna museum. I got the opportunity to see and observe many historical items ranging from Mauryan, Gupta and Mughal periods. The stone sculptures and the terracotta figurines I found the most attractive and captivating. Rather, I should say that my eyes were stuck on the two types of items. The stone sculptures were telling their own stories. The types of stone and their polishing were showering some lights on the rulers, their economic conditions, development of crafts, etc. I found the Mauryan stone sculptures quite big in size, fine polished, and gleaming. Most of them were carved out of granite. Where as the majority of the stone sculptures of other periods were made out of sandstone.

However, I discovered a similarity in the terracotta figurines throughout the ancient to the early medival periods. . They were more or less similar; small in size, depicting many animals, birds, human, playthings, etc. These figurines probably wanted to tell me many things. What I construe that they were narrating the stories of their masters- the common people, which were unsolicited throughout the periods. I neither understood their languages nor developed any sympathetic liaison. I also failed to understand them but my mind did not sit idle rather remained entangled.

So I decided to understand farmers, artisans and craftsmen of my own surrounding vis-à-vis the others. I realized a trend runs parallel. The people who represent the lower rung, their live-chance remain more or less static whether they belong to this century or that. Availability and accessibility of food is the mainstay of their lives’ goal. Most of their energy and efforts go in fetching their sustenance. Their situation is decided by the mercy of nature and type of taxation. In the 21^st century, the spectrum of life has been raised up but their relative position remained the same.

Women employment: a multiplier effect

Women employment: a multiplier effect

Women employment in remunerative jobs in the traditional society is generally frowned upon. Sometime this is motivated by jealous because a male bastion is shaken. However, their contribution to civilization can not be belittled by any means. Recently a women battalion is created in BSF. These women have been deployed at the India-Pakistan boarder in Punjab. Where, within one kilometer from the international boundary a barbed-wire barrier has been laid down all along the boarder and entry to the agricultural fields falling in this zone is regulated through gates. These gates were manned by male BSF. Therefore, the male farmers only could pass through the stern frisking exercise and be able to go to earn their wages or to work in their fields.

Deployment of the female BSF has facilitated the female farmers too to join their counter part in the fields. This change has brought many significant developments in the surrounding villages. Productivity of the fields has gone up; income of the house holds has increased, besides the change in the psychology of these women. Such kind of initiatives is welcome; rather, we should identify the activity where women employment could trigger multiplier effect.

prostitution: a class in itself

Prostitution: a class in itself

Suppose you are given a white shirt with a tiny black spot, what would you do with it? Indeed! You would not cut off the affected part. A number of solutions could be suggested. It depends upon the class-origin of the person. However, society as whole is taken into consideration, the number of suggestions would restrict to a few.

Similarly, the institution of prostitution is a black spot on the society which has thrived through out the civilization. In the early days, its consumers were mainly the aristocrats and regal where as the service providers were mainly from the lower class. In the 21^st century its form and method have changed. Today we see a class based segregation of consumers and service providers.  Not to mention that its reach has increased many folds.

In my opinion if we analyze it in terms of origin of consumers-service providers we could reach to a concrete and sustainable solution.

In case of the consumer-service provider coming from upper and upper middle class a different strategy is required. The strategy may be leveled by them as an instrument created to suppress their freedom.  So it requires a comprehensive socio-psycho analysis before taking any concrete step.

At this juncture I would like to address the case where the majority service providers come from lower strata. One of the major causes of their joining to this lot is poverty, as have been illustrated by a number of studies and research. These service providers have more or less fix pattern of their trade. Normally they use brothels for their trade. However, there may be the other modes.

To begin with, I would suggest legalization of the prostitution practiced in brothels. The law for this should be progressive and planned in a way that it could eradicate the prostitution, say within twenty-thirty years.

The question arises how it would be done? What I say, legalize the brothels and concomitantly guarantee the practitioners fundamental right to rehabilitation. By this strategy we could almost protect their cent percent children and their old age security would liberate them from the dark pit. Furthermore, we need to consider them the most vulnerable and give them priority in all social schemes as has been guaranteed in case of bonded labourers. They are none other than our people. So their mainstreaming to the society too is our collective responsibility.

centre-state relationship: a floor level analysis

Centre-State relationship: a floor-level analysis

What will you think when a ‘lift’ does not lift you to a particular floor especially when you are occupied with your important work? In first go, probably you would not bother and you may walk up-stair. This kind of situation you would get every day and in every walk of life, once you have landed up into the lord Budha’s Vihar. The ordinary residents of this place are so adapt to these situations that not only their mundane life seems normal but their I.Q. levels have also been sharpened. I need not look for example to prove my point but RBs (Resident Biharis) and NRBs (Non-Resident Biharis) have already proved their mettle and high I.Q. level.

You may be thinking what this has to do with the centre-state relationship, you may be right for a moment. But I would illustrate the relationship by an example. This is a story of a building called Pant Bhawan- a landmark on the Baily road in Patna. The building is well known by all the Central as well as the state government officials residing in Bihar. This building has one lift which is indeed in proper shape and is functioning well. But it does not stop on all the floors. The sixth floor is the only floor with which the lift is familiar. It plies between ground and sixth floors without stopping any other floors in between. The persons who have to go to floors 3^rd, 4^th , or 5^th they go to sixth first and then descend down to the respective floors. So the ‘law of gravitation’, ‘conservation of energy’, etc., they have learned in their school days are tested here every day. Their smart play reminds us their adherence to the principles which they have really memorized and have kept close to their hearts.

The very first day, without bothering about the lift, I walked up to the fifth floor through staircase. The next day again, I had to go to the same floor. What I did! I started counting the number of steps I came across while I was climbed up to the fifth floor. I did it deliberately to engage my mind in counting rather than giving it liberty to feel pathetic situation. It treaded on 101 steps.

However, story does not stop here. A question stated bombarding me again and again, why does the lift not stop onto the other floors? Suddenly, an intuition flashed to my mind, lo! there may be a central government office on the sixth floor. My interest did not die down. I proceeded to some peons of the building. Let me tell you that peons and babus (class III and IV) are quite well versed about the administration of offices and officers. So I approached a peon. Its amazing! I really found that sixth floor houses PWD office.

I contacted one of the peons of this office and inquired about the lift. He told me that other offices (state government) do not pay for servicing and therefore it has been set to stop only on the sixth floor. The persons who have to visit to the other than sixth floor have circumvented the restriction by using their own high level I.Q. where as, how the two sets of the offices have resolved their conflict in this regard is still to be explored ? I hope a reader could get the answer and would share with us.

training for ‘decision making’

Training for ‘decision making’

One Sunday morning I decided to go to see the historical places of the city. I got up early in the morning. I finished the morning routine works and dressed up neatly as against to my casual nature. That day I was little contemplative, thinking about the people who have made the history and laid the way for their successors. Meanwhile, the bus appeared just before my eyes. I rushed into it in the hurry. I found a seat next to a boy of nearly twenties. The countenance of his face was tensed. That poked me to delve into the conversation with him. This is amazing with the persons of the 21^st century. Their mornings are hardly enthusiastic. Bytheway, the boy vomited his heavily weighed heart. i got infected by his contagious disease of discontent. I started groping for words to console him but I failed and listened to him disquietly. I am reproducing his speech verbatim

“Here, I found every resource person brags about their expertise in their respective fields of teaching. I found it interesting. It’s not only me but my colleagues too discover the lectures soothing and musing. It helps them to control and tranquilize their breath.  These series of lectures start releasing melatonin in our blood and consequently many of us nod off.

Many of our trainers go  to the extent of saying that he is only ‘competent person’ on the subject matter. However, there is another set of such resource persons but are few, who open their magnanimous hearts and shower some respect to others by considering them equally excellent. They create their demand in such a way that we star believing that without their assistant we could not budge ahead. They say that people with the experience of twenty/thirty years keep calling them when they are stuck upon the complex issues. They claim that every day they attend innumerable phone calls and they happily respond to it, even some body calls at 2 am.

They are very much interested in distributing their phone numbers. It sounds so nice to us as if they are standing next to us all through the difficulty. This paternalistic attitude in-fact incapacitates us. It is damaging our system. In other way we are taught not to take our own decisions but to fall back on our seniors. This I construe, may be a gimmick of our seniors to spoil the system.”

railway station delhi

15 august, 2009 : delhi

discovery of a cozy place by a street child

Bike booking

True, I am a great procrastinator but another quality also attributed to me.  very few people know about it. I am not interested to brief this quality.  I just want to add another story in list of events of my life. It is true that my life is eventless. But this eventless life becomes eventful because of my lazy bum. Today I bought third railway reservation ticket in a consequence. I could not board train day before yesterday because I had not readied my luggage. the same day in the morning I had decided to go home and book the  bike in the same train. So I almost took the whole day in the process.

While I was going to railway station to complete the booking process my mind was occupied by something. I could not see the red light signal at the ashoka hotel and I jumped the light. Traffic police reckoned me to stop but I did not pay any heed to them thinking that they are indicating the lorry driver then that was next to me. This is common practice in India particularly in delhi that lorry drivers are stopped at many places for checking by traffic police. Though the intention of there is known to any lay man. Interestingly they also keep a note of rs. ten in their pocket to smoothen the traffic flow. I don’t want to discuss the interactions between lorry men and traffic police. By the way I stopped and paid a fine of rs. 100.

At the railway station in new delhi I had some experience how India functions. The illegal agents who works as touts are very smart in taking cognizance of their clients. Specially they are very adapt in identifying the customers who are new/not experienced or who want hassle free service. Money to them is not a big deal. So in their case touts are boon. They leave everything to them and assured of every thing. But people like me can’t afford to pay twice or thrice to enjoy the service of touts. The booking officer demanded many papers to complete the process. I realized that some of the required documents I did not have and others I had got the Xerox copy. When I was checking my documents I found that my bike registration card is missing. I my mind became blank as if power went off and room became jet black. Drops of perspiration started streaming down from my forehead. I said to myself cool! cool! Take your life in control. Control yourself! What maximum could happen. This kind of reasoning brought some sigh. I had got its Xerox few minutes back so I reasoned out that I have lost it. I might have left it at Xerox centre. I dashed off to cannaught place, where I have got the Xerox done. I was lucky the document was there on the screen where it is put for Xerox. I gave me immense happiness. When I went to the booking officer with all the required documents, he gave me nod to go for packing. Earlier he had denied on the ground that I had no confirm berth in the train instead it was a waiting. I told him my designation then he had agreed and asked me to get the bike packed. I took the bike and came out of the booking office. I was intercepted by many people for the packing. I was confused where to go. I left it to the situation to take control me. Finally a boy, who appears to be in his 30s I yielded to his insistence pleading. When he got in his job I realized that he was not in his full consciousness. He might have been drug addict. His age would hardly have been 17 or 18. he was looking wretched wrapped in a rag. His pant would have been blue in colour but was appearing dark grey or black. It was greased and was out of size. He must have found it as discarded somewhere. I can say this with surety because the pant was bearing a sticker of reputed international brand. His shirt was half opened. It had two buttons imperfect shape and another was half broken. But one was at the lower end of shirt which was buttoned. On the top of it was a half and third one was intact at the color. Almost all of his chest was visible. It was very thin as if a chest of lower school kid. Hair was long and locks were coming upto his eyes. He had to push them back on his head so as to have clear sight. His mustache was not fully grown. Hairs of it were very thin and were looking silky.

He was not working satisfactorily still I got interested in his work. however I kept reminding him that he was not packing properly. While he used to say “ sir jee nothing will be damaged in the transportation. Have trust. Before packing he emptied the petrol tank in a bottle. This petrol was confiscated by another man. He seems to be a person employed at the scooter parking. Moreover, he took another bottle and manage to squeeze some fuel by giving jerk and tilting the bike. Meanwhile a police man came over and started abusing him, saying mother fucker!, sister fucker! You rotten brat. ‘How do you pack here?’ you bloody lousy! You create nuisance here. You earn money for buying drugs. While, he continuously refuted the charges and exonerated himself by saying that he works to pay school fee of his younger brother. The constable was right in one aspect. He knew that that lousy brat spent all his earning in drugs. It seems convincing also. If he had really had to take care of his brother how could he indulge in drug addiction.

I asked him, why was constable abusing you? He replied that major chunk of his earning is appropriated by him an he accused him that he had packed another bike whose share he had not given. He had become little friendly and had started dousing my quest regarding the surrounding where he works. Though I showed interest in this new world but in reality I wanted my work done faster. I was not paying attention to some of his responses. He kept twittering and rattling on some queries. Moreover he was mumbling, sometime fumbling for words. His tongue and lips were not harmonized so voice were not clear sometime. Whereas I had to dart off to my room and I had to readied my luggage. all these circumstances made me to loose interest in this unforgetful creature and move ahead. He finished my work and I paid him the agreed money for the work. However, the incidence of his interface with the constable chased me throughout my journey. Finally I decided to lock him up in my diary so as to keep him alive.