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Cops

As I posted earlier, I’m living on the edge. And as an observation by a fellow blogger would suggest, I’m suppressing my need/want to gain self-satisfaction. I’m unable to attain my peace, my dreams and ambitions which is cooking up my brain and giving me dreams.

Frankly I’m all shook up. Have I put myself under so much pressure to perform for others that I’ve forgotten to uncork my bottle that’s full of some of my small unlistened-to wants and needs that may bring peace to me? Or am I already happy enough and over-analyzing my puny dream?

You know pressure brings out the best and the worst from people. Some give up and some give it their all. It need not be their office, their work, but it may also be a situation that you’ve never faced before. Handling Indian cops is one. They aren’t gentlemen. When they approach, they bring with them a huge cloud of negativity, that suppresses all your rationality and makes you do and say stupid things that you may repent all your life.

How I wish this changes in our country! How I wish I smile for once I see one of them around me!

Lets see how others deal with their pressure –

Save Me – Miracle Cops

Maya had spoken but cops waited for a better contestable version. Her words weren’t enough for them to form a convincing story and so they waited while the doctors ascertained that Maya wasn’t raped. With her body reduced to a pulp, doctors had a hard time finding internal wounds and only machines using x-rays and ultrasounds could make any progress.

Amit meanwhile could only wait outside the door. The sparkling radiance on her face and the persistent saintly smile were awe-striking. He wondered why could she not just stand up and walk home. She still looked fresh except for the wounds on her swollen lips and a right blue eye. As tired as he was, he kept recalling the vision of Maya leaving the house that morning with him with his eyes closed abreast the broken turnstile. And once in a while he’d hear a crackling laugh, those innocent eyes, those soft hands, the feather-light touches and how she would always look so sexy.

A dream sequence that crashed with a tap on his right shoulder. He turned around to find Kumar, S.H.O. of Police of the area with a diary and a cellphone. “This ain’t gonna be good” – he snuffed.

“Is Maya your wife?” – Kumar asked. Amit nodded his confirmation.

“When did you last see her before hospital?” – Kumar kept noting the conversation occasionally looking up.

“What has that got to do with this situation?” – Amit bumped his volume.

“Doctors here are quite sure that this isn’t a rape case. If it’s molestation, even you are a suspect. Now answer my questions clearly.” – Kumar blew on Amits amped voice.

“We left home together and I dropped her at her office.” – Amit controlled himself.

“Was there any fight? Hows your married life?” – Kumar continued jotting his observations furiously.

“We’re very happy. No fights!” – Amit asserted.

“Do you have kids? – Kumar continued.

“Yes – two boys – Rahul and Sunny.” – Amit continued.

“Did you notice anything odd with her behavior recently?” – Kumar was unnerved.

“Like?” – Amit was curious now.

“Her sleeping pattern, her phone calls, her behavior with the children?” – Kumar was getting into the zone.

“Nothing. She is a lovely wife and an excellent mother.” – Amit wanted to get over with this fast. He wasn’t liking the line of questions.

“Do you have her phone? I would like to see her text messages and see whom had she been calling.” – Kumar got the police work going.

“I have it but why are you doubting her so much? She is the victim here!” – Amit wasn’t gonna let Kumar put Mayas reputation at stake.

“I am searching for a motive and the molesters.” – Kumar was now maintaining eye contact.

“What if I say that this was random and I don’t want this inquiry?” – Amit was stern.

“Nothing is random. There has to be a motive. Regarding the inquiry, it’s not for you to decide. An FIR has to be lodged and she will need to be transferred to a bigger hospital where tests will be done.” – Kumar calmly explained the ways.

Amit was having none of it though – “She hasn’t been raped and I don’t want to press any charges for molestation. I know it was random and you will find no motive.”

“Tell me something. Are you or aren’t you involved in this? You definitely sound like you are.” – Kumar got his flair talking.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I LOVE MY WIFE!” – Water had just risen past Amits head.

“Then why do you want to abandon this inquiry? We assure you that you or your familys reputation will suffer no harm. No names are used but we want to bring the culprits to justice and I think so should you! During the procedure, you may have to only pop into the police station twice or thrice and I assure you, you won’t be bothered.” – Kumar was perplexed.

“She wants to lead a peaceful life and we don’t want any disturbance. This is very disturbing already and only God knows what she has been through tonight. The cops in the hospital have already started prepping stories about her. If you want to control something, control their tongues. Whatever has happened tonight, she’ll want to forget it as soon as possible and you and your inquiry won’t let her forget it. I will not see my wife disturbed ever again and I take full responsibility for my decisions. My decision is – I don’t want an inquiry and so doesn’t she, so leave us alone.” – Amit had taken his stand and withered away from the conversation wanting an end to it.

Kumar understood this and said – “I’ll still need Mayas statement to make a report and am outside in my car. Let me know if you want to tell me something. And please give me her cellphone so I can get an unofficial inquiry done while I’m here.”

Amit didn’t realize the only mistake he was about to make and handed him the phone. Kumar trudged off.

Talking to Kumar had planted some doubts in Amits mind particularly about Kumar and his intentions but he’ll wait for Maya to narrate the story. He knew he couldn’t take chances. He was again looking into the room where Maya was housed. All he wanted was to somehow hug her tight and let her know he’ll be there for her forever and nothing could change his love for her.

He looked outside the window where Kumar was working furiously on Mayas phone with his right hand and was talking on his own with his left. He wondered what was Kumar up to. And where the hell is Gaurav?

SAVE ME – II

There she lay abreast the automatic sliding door of the hospital where she mumbled – SAVE ME!! She had dragged herself to there, was visibly out of breath and was quite sure, she felt no air around her.

The guard wasn’t available but the receptionist Rebecca who had quick eyes, spotted a body at the front door. She ran and cried out for someone to help her pick the body up. Satisfied that the injured was still breathing, they quickly moved the patient into a secluded ward where she underwent her inspection for external injuries. While calling the head doctor, the juniors started to do the needful with tears in their eyes resigned to her oncoming fate. She wouldn’t survive – was a tale being told by their sorry eyes. Amongst the frantic screaming and calling, she broke the silence – “Please call my husband” – and fainted again. A phone fell out of her hand and the staff quickly found the number of her husband who was immediately called.

The husband who had run scared, around the city all night, petrified by what may have happened, picked up the call –

“Hi, I’m Rebecca calling from Sanct Hospital at Samp and we have a woman who has saved your number as her husband. Could you please arrive here as soon as possible? She’s badly hurt.” Click!

A car screeched on the front drive way 10 minutes later and out jumped 2 men and ran towards the emergency ward. They knew the hospital well and didn’t seem to care for directions. Gaurav and Amit weren’t phased by the security guard who had chased them since they had broken one of the barriers down at the main gate.

Amit entered the ward, found her unconscious, went close to her and with his fluttering hands, he touched her forehead. She didn’t move. He bent down to get closer, touched her hands unrepelled by the stink, all he felt was a sorry saga on her injured body. He immediately understood what may have went down.

How could he wake her up? Her sleep now was killing him. He started rubbing her cold hands too frightened to try anything else. He could see everything around but could feel only her. He knew she will wake up but how? He dug his right hand behind her neck, picked her up carefully and kissed her nape. He felt a pressure on his other palm. He slowly picked his head and saw her eyes fluttering desperate for a vision. He moved in front of her and she had tears of pain. He knew it all but all he could say was – “Baby, it’s gonna be alright!” She fainted again. He dropped her hands and ran for the doctor who had created a commotion outside.

“I can only start the treatment when the cops have arrived. I can’t touch or analyze her till I have a written permission from the police. She may still have clues on her about what may have happened.”

Amit replied – “She will die before they arrive. Why is she not being taken care of? You want money, here have it all but start the god damn treatment.” He pulled out his wallet.

He went on to shove the doctor inside the ward with all his power with Gaurav and all other shell-shocked staff looking on. He was just way too frightened to respond to Amits call for help. When he did come to his senses, he stood as the guard outside the ward to not let any unwanted person inside. Both the men understood, the best way to handle this situation is to not let it get out of their hands.

Amit registered the patient as Maya. The cops hadn’t reached and they could still decide, depending on how Maya was doing, whether to register a complaint or not. He went in. Another hour passed and no cops had shown up. They were all starting to lose hope. Gaurav meanwhile ran for the cops.

Suddenly Maya woke up again. Amit was staring deep into her eyes. Both of them had tears rolling down their cheeks, not of pain but love. She knew she was safe now. Amit saw the unwavering strength in her eyes and got convinced of her survival. All he had to do now was to get the moron doctor on her case to start inspecting her for internal injuries. She slept again.

Amit started – “Doctor, even if the police don’t come in soon enough, you aren’t destroying any evidence. Please for Gods sake start the investigation for internal injuries”.

Doctor answered – “As much as you care about her, I do too but this is a big hospital and we have protocols to keep up and in such cases we can’t touch her before we have cops here.”

Amit was furious and shouted – “What if she dies?”

The doctor looked at Amit whose hands were trembling with fury and Gaurav who had now entered the ward to give a helping hand. Doctor picked up his cell and called his superior who told him to start the investigation remaining very careful to not let any evidence get destroyed.

Maya was then moved to ICU and even in her sleep looked assuring about her will to live.

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To read the first part, please click here – SAVE ME – I

This is my first ever attempt at serious writing. I know it may not seem much and seem much less than what our seasoned bloggers may have achieved, but please try to give all your feedback. I would appreciate every comment and feedback, good or bad and try to improve in the coming parts in the series. Thank You for reading this. Cheers!

Don’t visit India

Don’t ever visit India for we don’t deserve you. If you are a man, you will be looted, made a fool of and left to rue your decision and if you are a woman, you are about to enter hell for none of your body parts are safe from scratches, fondling and some may even go through the worst nightmare – rape!

A country that’s not safe for even its own woman, can’t be safe for foreign women who bring in extra charm, trust and a free (and sometimes forlorn) sense of adventure. You are all vulnerable unless you are very confident of your self-defense techniques, techniques that may help you snatch them balls out of those nut sacks!

Our tourism may get hit but who cares! All they care for is money and they’ll for sure make a hell lot even without the tourism from one or the other scams. They’ll kill, oppress the weak and still leave you to live so they can repeat the process without any resentment.

Don’t ever pity us for we don’t deserve that either. Our women endure this shit everyday. They are used to it and maybe they can, but don’t do a shit about it. We have fallen prey to our own judicial system. It just doesn’t help us.

Some are starting to open up about mis-happenings with them trusting our media but who’s to care then too? Government has started giving a blind eye and a deaf ear to people who cry for help. Police is assigned but what they do is sheer harassment. Around a 100 of them would cower over you and ask you the same fucking question over and over – How did it happen? Like it’s kind of jovial story to tell and people would drink a beer and make merry over it. And then a big boss would arrive who would at start show a lot of compassion and sympathy but quickly starts seeking avenues to make some quick bucks if the case seems rather small and meek to stand a trial.

It’s pathetic and ugly once it happens but once it goes to police, it becomes dirty too. No one stands to support us but ourselves and we have to stand up for it but my heartiest plea is to people who are not from India, please make sure to start scratching India from your favorite destinations if you are a woman planning to travel alone here. No place or person is safe for we have been given a middle finger on our faces.

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