Fiction
Love Kumar had no clear
idea of what he was going to do with his life as he stepped out of the jail
having completed the term for the rape he had committed seven years ago. He had met all sorts of people in the jail,
like politicians and godmen. Until he
met them in jail serving terms for crimes ranging from rape to murder, Love
Kumar had thought that crime was the prerogative of the undeserving poor like himself.
He had not wanted to
commit the crime. Life made him do
it. That’s how he saw it at least. Life makes the undeserving poor do all sorts
of things in order to get on in the world ruled by the deserving affluent. Politicians, for example. People give them the right to swindle. His own MLA had a huge body of thugs and
goons who would do anything for their leader.
That is in addition to the official security provided to the politician
by the State. And the people voted him
again and again to power.
Love Kumar used to stand
in awe when such political leaders passed by escorted by a retinue of body
guards, official as well as unofficial.
It was a similar awe that overwhelmed him when he saw Lalita. He was working at a construction site. Lalita was another worker. She was young and exceptionally pretty. Such prettiness does not belong to the
working class. So when Love Kumar felt drawn
to Lalita it was in fact the undeserving poor’s aspiration to reach beyond his
class. That is how life is. It makes you want to move out of your class
to the next one in the social hierarchy.
Love Kumar ogled Laita
whenever she passed by with the bricks on her head. Once he saw her putting down the bricks and
rushing somewhere. Curiosity made him
follow her. There was a child, a year or
so old, sitting in the shade of a tree.
There was a cloth chain binding him by the waist to the tree. Lalita picked him up, sat down under the
tree, unbuttoned her shirt and popped one of her breasts into the child’s
mouth.
“He is constructing this building,”
Lalita said later when Love Kumar managed to speak to her. “It is his hunger that is constructing this
building.” She patted the child on its
back.
Love Kumar was consumed
by a hunger. The sight of Lalita’s
breast had whetted that hunger beyond control.
The Court could not
understand that hunger. It sentenced
Love Kumar to a seven year-term. The
deserving rich don’t understand the hungers of the undeserving poor, Love Kumar
knew.
Encountering politicians
and godmen in the jail was an unexpected experience, however. It made Love Kumar think that the line between
the undeserving poor like himself and the deserving rich like the politicians
and godmen is a very thin one.
There was this man in
jail whom everyone addressed as Guruji.
They said he was a godman. One
day he raped one of his devotees, a young woman who had sought his blessings in
order to help her overcome her problems.
Guruji asked her to meet him alone.
He made her drink something and she was dazed. When she woke up from her spiritual daze she
realised with horror that the Guruji had added one more problem for her: she
was pregnant with his child.
Love Kumar had not
deceived Lalita, however. He told her
that he felt ineluctably drawn to her. Just once, that’s all I’m begging from you,
he pleaded with her. She told him point-blank,
Bhaad mein jao. He couldn’t take that
from another undeserving poor. So he
gave it to her. She deserved that.
Guruji and Netaji all
have their special places even in
jail. They deserve that. They belong to a different class, Love Kumar
knew. He longed to reach that class as
he walked on having got his freedom from the prison.
It was then he saw a
group of young men stopping a truck carrying cows. Love Kumar stood to watch. He had heard from Netaji in jail that gau
raksha was the latest fad in the country.
The young men dragged out
the people in the truck’s cabin and beat them to death. Hiding behind a tree, Love Kumar watched as
the gau rakshaks divided the cows among themselves.
Enlightenment descended
on Love Kumar. He knew he could change
his fortune easily now. He decided to
become a gau rakshak.
I get the point of your direct, unassuming story, Tomichan. Criminals of all kinds have to be exterminated and the Law alone is entitled to do that. Anyone trying to impose another layer of law over the Adminstrative and Judicial arms of the state should be also sent to jail forthwith. Anyone issuing Fatwa or a religious dictat by any other name and religious origin (Muslim / Hindu / Christian / Jewish / Tribal) should be made to face a firing squad.
ReplyDeleteInstead kangaroo courts have mushroomed all over the country and enjoy the blessings of the authorities.
DeleteThat feeling of desiring entitlement has led to so many crimes. Although some go unnoticed.
ReplyDeleteMany may go unnoticed today too. But the number of crimes is staggeringly high now, nobody can ignore them anymore.
DeleteThanks for sharing this my friend.
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