Raju a boy died in July last year.
Reason: Poisoning. Drinking of phenyl, a chemical component used to clean washrooms.
Actual Reason: Abuse by divorced father.
Theirs was a family of four - Parents and two children, Raju and his sister. Father got involved in a relationship with another woman and then abused his wife. The wife took the step of leaving him. The father threatened to kill the kids if she took her son. She left Raju behind with the devil himself.
The story of the woman is very sad. She is very strong, to bear pain, including labor and all other sorts of pain that the family can induce – mental and physical. The wife is sometimes a legal licensed way of the society to grant a man his keep. The mother sat there crying over her son’s death - the dead son who waited for her to take him in her arms once. Just once.
The police inspector, who dealt with hundreds of such cases, was hardened by pain. To feel detached, to say he was not my son who died. That is to continue working. So that he can actually have a license to get married, a working man is only married in this society, and so he can one day have a son to carry on his legacy. The emotional state of the humans is very tricky; it twists and turns around things to make them adjustable. So he can survive in a society he created which he hates.
The school principal who watched the impressions of the hell on the body of Raju, who warned his father and the father conveniently dropped the child from school. A principal who tried. A principal who has the satisfaction of thinking that he had tried. The twisted human emotion, where we put things in such sweet words so that they can help us going again in a society created by us, which we hate.
The father of the child, caught alas by the police, where the police took pleasure in peeling the skin from the father’s body, it soothed the soul of the police, to feel that they did their bit. The father cried, with tears, not once remembering the dead child and the pain he had inflicted, but only feeling his own pain. He was not licensed to be a father.
However we have no schools that qualify parents, we have no school to teach us ethics, we have no school where humanity is preached. There is only fear that is instilled in us. The neighbors fear getting involved with the police. The Principal fears involving the name of the school. The brave are pulled back by the family who fear for their own safety.
The small lifeless body of the child that survived brutal pain that no human should be destined to for months and finally was freed by it by a Rupee 12 bottle of Phenyl. The child will never again cry waiting for his mothers embrace. He will never fear his father’s belt. That child will never again be called Raju. The child will never be around hoping or fearing. But I asked a question for the first time in my life, to myself.
“Where is God? Why he didn’t answer the child’s tears? Are only prayers answered and not tears? Is fear, wish and pain not a call in itself?”
Finally me, I sit there watching the episode as tears run down my eyes, finally as the episode comes to a close I wipe my tears, walk to the computer and express my anger in words, shout in black and white, at all; for Raju, this is again for the very famous twisted emotions, to soothe them so that I can go on. Every day we ignore and twist so many things to make them digestible so that we can just go on.
Finally as I conclude I think that, we are all tied by our Karmas of the past birth too. Raju paid the penance probably but now he is free. But is he really? A small question in the back of my head, I push it aside and let myself believe yes God is there. So the father was punished. I have put to rest my emotions so I can go on…