After a long time, I touched the cold bottle in the hot summer, the beer was ready to ooze out of it and was waiting for gulps into a strong muscular hot stomach that was craving and hungry enough to meet each-other desperately. After a 20 km traveling in the Vidarbha, the hottest place in Maharashtra, India.
A thought that was going for many months, Once upon a time I was having a beer every weekend but since I got into married life, it was quite difficult to maintain that habit. My stupid part of the brain reminded me thousands of time, the time spent with my bachelor friends evoke the ideas over and over again.
My positive thoughts from my wife and a child resist many times not to go for alcohol. Finally, last night my cherish days burst into the happiness that my positive thoughts couldn't hold anymore. I soon as I rushed into the hall, I kicked off my shoes, picked up the sack of my office, wore my homy slippers and quickly disappeared.
Last night, my little small and lovely family went to my native place. After see off them I returned back to home in the hot summer, traveled in my car's annoying and frustrated AC that I was trying to repair for the last two days- the blower fan was not working. Later, I discovered that It was just a matter of loosed wiring of the ac.
Daring again going into the hot sun on the bike gave me little pleasure of warm air but still was feeling better. That at least made me dry from my stinky sweat. I came back in 10 minutes with a bottle of chilly beer. I already had told the shopkeeper that I am so exhausted and I need a frozen beer. I was pretty sure that till I return back home, its temperature going to rise.
I was so happy I after I made my seating arrangement, a snacks bowel, Biryani, salted peanuts. All was handy and switched on the TV, closed all the windows and curtains, made my room all dark. It was such a dark that I had to put a light on. Now all was set, I turned my TV channel to Star Movies and took a sip of my most awaiting icy beer.
I as swallowed my first gulp, my face signed of a weird taste. It was obvious, the man was drinking the beer after a long time and my bad habit was almost overed and many times my positive mind tried to resist it but it couldn't and I bought the bitter taste. For a moment I was dumb and waited to give sometimes to recalled my old memories that how I used to finish in few gulps but now a bit was difficult to digest. I understood the simple reason.
If the man starts eating, drinking or smoking. In a few days it becomes a bad habit and then body start living in a different phase, unhabitual era and then it keeps adjusting its hormone. After a few days, the brain starts functioning in such a way and send the signals to nerves want more and more...
I tried the second gulp and I vomit my lunch. I just threw my beer bottle into the dustbin
I was passing through a shop in the morning, stepping into a very crowded area of India, Railway Station. People remember this place, it does not go into their heart, but straight fit into their head. Almost all the station in India are not clean. A waft of fried Pakodas hit my two sniffing holes of the nostril that stopped me right there. It was a local shop on a four-wheeled cart.
I looked at the fresh steaming foods were neatly placed on the pots. Those hungry workers sweat who were eating breakfast. I couldn't stop my tongue from rolling over my dry lips. I went into the shop. It had a very old shed of tin to save from the afternoon sunlight and rain. Old and dirty chairs were parked randomly, out of ten two were empty. Few were eating fast, others reading a newspaper and the rest waiting for the next train to come.
An old man in his fifties cried, "See those bastards raped a child." to the next person. The shopkeeper was service my order - To get my order, I had to stand near the counter and take the order. I turned back at the old man. "What government is doing hah? A person next to him nodded. "If I were authorized person, I would have the order to kill those bastard right away."
His words lost my interest in the breakfast I had bought. I leaned forward and saw what news he was reading, I was literally shocked when I saw the girl who hardly had turned 8 years old. She was bitten to death after her rape. For a moment, I was feeling heart heavy.
I kept my plate aside and I closed my eyes looking at the rotten roof of the shop.
Modiji now it's time to change, the way you had to change the currency over the night, change the rule for this also over the night.
I am a father and I can realize how her parents must have gone through. Indian government promote save child girl but now who will save a girl who born strong and fit? We have to save our own lives, but what about the child? Both mother and father work in an office, who will take care of them if such incidence keeps happening?
Thousands of question made a room in my empty and fresh brain. I was tasteless and senseless. Without touching my breakfast I wanted to leave this place but when I thought for a while. How many places you will leave like this and why?
There are so many sex workers where they can go and vomit all their strength and power. And all we know, I bet woman bits man in sex. They have gigantic power and dong such shameless things in the society they are showing their poorness. Men can't compete with women that's all I wanted to say. Was it revenge upon they don't get it easily or a frustration of his wife on someone else or a far between two different religions?
Only God can help on this. But one thing we can do, after all the confirmation and the piece of pieces of evidence of the accused found guilty in the court, they shouldn't go to the jail, one of the members from victim's family must kill them and this should be the law.
I am a father of a daughter, I am not the only one, there are cores and millions of people want this. For rape case, there should be a different treatment than I ever heard.