Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra's Blog, page 11

14 lacks

*Flashback*

Sameer was impregnated with sadness as he looked at his mother’s expensive gold jewelry. Was the decision which he took the right one? Hardly. He could tell. Standing behind him were Ramu and Shyamal, they were carrying their previous day’s loot in a sack- the result of inadvertent planning. Sameer sat beside the tracks, his eyes glued to the boisterous landscape, and he reminisced about the event which occurred yesterday’s night.

Anticipation

It was evident she could not untie herself- the audience went to a shock, paralyzed with sheer fear. Harsh could think of nothing- his mind went blank as he anticipated the worst, he kept murmuring about the type of knot he tied on her, did he mistakenly tie the wrong knot? Was it even remotely possible? It was their sacrosanct, their secret.

Choice

“No”, was all she could reply. She could not think of anything else than this, dancing to the folklore has been her passion and everything in her life till this date meant this thing. Be it risky as it was, but she was clearly against transition. For her, the nascent had no meaning. Bhagyashree therefore knowingly kicked the opportunity away. In addition, who would look after her mother when she was gone?

Topsy-Turvy

They were almost on the verge of completing six months of living together coupled with being in a relationship and on one such fateful night, she was en-route to her mother’s place when halfway through her journey she realized, she’d forgotten an important gift she purchased for her mother weeks ago. On reaching the apartment where they both resided, she found it was locked from the inside. Margaret called an umpteen number of times before her knock took the form of banging, suddenly the door swung open and there ‘her Ben’ stood, stark naked with a particular dominatrix at his feet begging for mercy. Clad in the symbolic latex, she was badly bleeding from her nose and mouth, terrified of the suddenness of events.

Margaret gasped putting her right hand on her mouth and looked at Ben, ‘her Ben’.

The penultimate show

Someone grabbed me by my collar and my eyes met the same pair of eyes that gorged a part of my soul earlier- PS was the Coordinator in charge of the whole floor our class was. Though getting caned lashes were no good after an exhausting session, Dev got the exact same lashes as me and that made me somewhat happy. Beaten, broken and after four more classes and three strenuous hours later, Shilajeet and I decided the day called for some refreshments and refreshments meant chilled beer and a few fags.

Changing the Status-Quo

Sheetal is from Jaisalmer, Rajasthan which was in a state of political and social turmoil. The agenda revolving the turmoil was women empowerment and education. The whole state was known to be the most male chauvinist state among all the Indian states. Sheetal worked against the status-quo and look at her state today! Running, as fast as she could from potential death bringers but she was not afraid for herself, a little maybe but what she feared most was the work which she did for the last five years, secretly arranging meetings, teaching women to read, rebel, and rise against all injustice meted out to them.

Happy Mother’s Day

“Honey, your soup is ready”, said the kind old lady. Jonaki’s aunt was not her real kin, someone who too got involved in a prostitution ring and was in police custody. On the top of that, she herself was impoverished and penniless.  Jonaki was soon picked up by a local NGO and within weeks, a meeting was set up with the elderly woman who decided to adopt her until Shiuli arrived. “This is tasty! This is chicken naa?” questioned Jonaki with delight, her eyes shining. “No this is a mushroom!” the lady retorted back, barely trying to hide the pseudo anger. She wanted to raise the little girl to be adept in all the city methods. “You’re excited about the meeting tomorrow, isn’t it?” the woman patted Jonaki’s back smiling.

A different world altogether

The bus was crowded and he like any other car dweller, first thought against going in the crowded bus because he knew he would melt like in hell, but again considering his biggest nemesis, time (which he ran short on), he had to take evasive action. Pushing around people was a habit that had left him seven years ago, but today he had to deliberately evoke the experience once again thanks to his defective Hyundai. It always amazed Ashwin how various types of people boarded the bus with different contrasts in characters when Mr. Gupta was in college, he would spend almost all of his bus journeys observing people.

Work sets you free(“Arbeit macht frei”)

‘Benji’ as he was affectionately called disembarked from the cart along with several other boys of his age; the camp which greeted them all was carefully double fenced and electrified to prevent all prisoners from possible escape. Many towers with gunmen (sharpshooters) made sure nobody made out alive. On the plaque decorating the camp, in German it was written boldly “Work sets you free”- it obviously gave the boys an eerie and uncanny feeling.