Fiction
Her client was pulling up
his trousers when Eunuch Kishan called her from just outside the door.
“Maithili, oh, you
Maithili!” The eunuch’s voice sounded uncharacteristically
frantic. He was a formidable
creature. Kishan was the watchdog of the
brothel, protector of the harlots, and the bringer of both good and bad
tidings. His voice usually resounded
menacingly in the musty corridors of the brothel. Now it sounded subdued, musty.
Maithili opened the door
and showed the client out while looking askance at Kishan.
“Your father is gone,” he
said without any ado.
“Gone?” Maithili repeated
the word as she took in the news.
Kishan explained to her
briefly that her father was lynched by a mob that called themselves gau
rakshaks.
Gau rakshak was a new
addition to the country’s lingo.
Maithili remembered as she changed her dress to go to her house in the
village where her people would be waiting for the money she would bring for
burying her dead father. Her people in
the village whom the country called by various names like Dalits, untouchables,
and filthy dogs, believed that she was employed in the city and was earning a
good income. After all, she used to send
home a fairly good amount every month. They bought rice and daal, atta and potatoes
with the money she sent. They didn’t
know that she was selling herself to men who were adding new words to the
country’s lingo.
Her father was bringing a
cow home from the market. She had sent home
a bigger amount this time. The amount
became bigger as the number of men who added new words to the country’s lingo
increased. It was the price they paid to
Maithili for absorbing a fraction of the venom in their veins. They questioned father about the cow. He told them that the cow would soon give
birth to a calf and he wished to sell milk since his caste profession of
skinning dead cows now became illegal in the country of gau rakshaks.
The gau rakshaks were
scandalised. How can a “filthy chamar”
change his profession from tanning to milk-selling? Such change of traditional professions is
antinational. Nationalism boiled in gau
rakshak veins. Maithili was not there to
suck the frothing venom in the swelling veins.
The people made way for
Maithili to walk in. Respectfully. Maithili knew that respectability was an ally
of the wallet. With an eye trained
particularly by Eunuch Kishan, Maithili could see even the gau rakshaks looking
at her from their distance with due respect.
She wished she could spit at them. On their faces.
Your story telling is so powerful... Absolutely loved the way you have expressed and etched the characters and the present situation of the country.
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DeleteSo very similar. And it existed before the novel. It will exist after the novel. I will remain a reader till the eternity for such a writing, Sir.
ReplyDeleteYou will get to know the similarity of your story in the middle of the novel and will ask yourself - who existed before the genesis. You or she or the nationalist?
This time I owe it to Roy partly. The eunuch came from The Ministry!
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