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Manu Sharma

16 October, 2009

He went to the ATM and found that his money had been fraudulently withdrawn from his account and the bank refused to help by feigning ignorance and advised him to go to police

THERE WAS sad news as the telegram was half burnt from the corner. Sridhar’s hands were shaking so much that he was unable to hold the postcard steadily to read and finally when he was able to do so his eyes had become moist from apprehension that it had to be some near or dear one’s sad news.

His wife came out. She was three months pregnant and read the letter for him. It was really sad news. His elder brother had passed away 15 days ago. Sridhar could not believe his ears as just a month ago his brother was diagnosed with 99 per cent blockage and a stent was placed in his blood vein to keep up his blood flow to the heart. He ran to the PCO booth and called up his home and was told about the grim state of affairs at home. He told them he had some savings and would withdraw it immediately and rush home. He went to the ATM and found that his money had been fraudulently withdrawn from his account and the bank refused to help by feigning ignorance and advised him to go to police.

Time was short so he rushed to the police station but his FIR was not registered and he was turned away quiet forcefully. He decided to go anyway and told his wife to sell her jewelry and send the money order immediately. He boarded the train and greased the palm of the TT to get reservation but it was of no use as the train was blown to smithereens along with him by the bomb planted by Naxalites a few stations ahead. His body was claimed by a local gang as their kin and compensation money was siphoned off much before the other victims could submit a genuine claim.

His brother was under pressure as there was no light in the village to run the pumps for irrigation of the fields and the monsoon had failed this year. His was a backward village and would remain so as all development funds were siphoned off by the corrupt officials. The dishonest cousin who had not paid his loan was jubilant as the government had cancelled his loan repayments. The postmortem revealed that he had no heart disease or clogged arteries but had died due to a substandard stent insertion with its faulty coating which had come off causing the heart attack. His relatives had to pay good money to the cops to have his body released after postmortem. His insurance claim was rejected as he had not read the fine print which said death by heart attacks was not covered by the policy.

His father was diagnosed with kidney failure because of high arsenic and fluoride salt content and his mother with cancer due to the adulterated food she was consuming, lately the local politician had entered this profitable trade and the medicines were having no effect as they were fake. His wife went to sell her jewelry and was informed to her surprise and disbelief that it was just 11 carats, whereas she had purchased it as 22 carats and received a pittance.

Sobbing, she started for home and the autorikshaw wallah guessed she was alone and in trouble so he took her to a secluded spot where he and five of his friends raped her and looted whatever cash she had received from the jeweler. She was rushed to a government hospital unconscious and a tout winked at the nurse and the policemen who looked the other way and later they both received Rs. 15,000 each as she was killed by an injection of some sort. The doctors sold each and everybody part to the tout specially the fetus to retrieve stem cells for farming and selling stem cells, the ward boy finding her unattended and not realizing that she was dead too had a lusty trip.

They had an 8-year old daughter and she was soon kicked out of her house by the landlord and was befriended by a street urchin who took her to the local dada who put her into a cell with some children and a beggar, who cried out aloud to the unresponsive walls. The beggar was writhing in pain; he was rolling on the filthy floor with just a square inch of skylight from the roof where the sunlight pierced that dingy room like a laser beam as if in a science fiction movie from the small gap. His screams were so loud that it echoed from the cold walls.

He was dirty with his own urine and fasces. The rat and the cockroach under mutual understanding attacked the hydrocarbons and the moisture as it was their food. Badshah the boy was called and his initiation in the world’s cadres of beggars would be complete today if he could survive the healing of his disfigurement for a week. He and she were the only ones left out of the pack of four boys and the little girl confined to that room. He was lucky as the other boy had his organs, blood, bones, skin and hair sold to a hospital due to his rosy health, as he had just been kidnapped from the loving warmth of his mother’s bosom which had become cold. Tears had run dry with her screams and her cries had become stifled whimpering. The father banged his head on the wall and cursed himself for buying the tickets for his cousins wedding to Mumbai. The other two had succumbed to the turmoil of disfigurement due to their frail mind and body and still a weaker will. Now it was her turn and as she was pretty and was packed off to the brothel where she would be sacrificed to the lust of policemen first and then anybody to everybody for a price after she had attained the age of 10 or even earlier depending upon her physical development.

Just some time ago she was a child studying in the cities best convent school.

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