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This is a matter of clear knowledge from experience
that matters, and I must openly proclaim that the world should be
brought to listen to what happened with me in the name of the
marriage. To give up the truth on account of the fear of men is the
most despicable from of cowardice. The perversity of men is such
that as soon as ever a glimpse of truth becomes manifest, men fall
into mischievous controversies about it. This story may not satisfy
the greed of vulgarity, but it will alarm you the absurdity that is
considered a core culture at some corner of the world.

The lack of economic opportunity among the people of
Bihar, and the shame and frustration that came from not being able
to earn the living for their families, contributed to the erosion
of their crime-maniac involvement and a cycle of violence. They
couldn’t amass any meaningful wealth to bequeath to future
generations and the income gap between poor and rich still persists
in the rural communities. The people in India are now instigating
civil war in the matter of caste, creed and provincialism, as the
country is not able to make the way of progress, and the people are
running backward with the ill-belief of advancement. They fight
among each other considering fight an essential element to survive.
Indians are not better than Pakistanis. Every month a bomb explodes
at some corner of the country, which is done either by the
terrorists or by radicalists in the name of Muslim, but the fact is
that the new generation of terror-outfit is from Hindu community.
Who says the British rule over India was bad? They were better than
these bastard Indian politicians.

And how would the country get better also? The states
like Manipur, Maharashtra, Kashmir and Tamil Nadu are burning with
the heat of separatism. They emphasize their own culture and
language, which is why India remained destitute for centuries. Now
it is human pollution that is replicating likes viruses in the
country. Necessity is the mother of invention but father of crime
as well. In India, many times politically framed-up massacres take
place, and in a recent one a terrorist was caught bloody handed and
put into prison. The interrogation is going on for last four years
but he isn’t yet punished. In addition to that, he is getting royal
treatment as if he is going to be the son-in-law of all of us. You,
an Indian, kill a pigeon in Pakistan and they will cut you into
pieces and roast up keeping your eyeball above the oven to let you
witness your punishment. But in India, those who killed so many
innocent people in bright street-lights of Mumbai are roaming like
bulls. Now people understand who is protecting the fella and how
Mumbai terror attack was orchestrated by Indian politicians.

The scamster politicians, scandalous artists,
illusionist leaders, demagogue parties, plutomaniac saints,
perjurer culprits, and corrupt fourth-estate, they are all
contributing to make India doom to failure. Whether social workers
or soldiers or lawmakers – all are sold! All are sold!! For the
greed of money, for the greed of power, for the greed of religious
uplift – all are sold! The wise people of the county are still not
taking any initiative to reform the nation as if they are waiting
for the annihilation to bring justice upon Indians. The system of
the country is worse than slavery. Indians would feel better if
Obama starts ruling over India.

“Profit without risk, experience without danger and
reward without hard-work, is as impossible as life without being
born.” –Gouthey

Chapter Five

“Two thirds of human existence is wasted in
hesitation and the last third in repentance.” –Emile Souvestre

Taking a California roll, the car accelerated to its
full speed. They three, two of them on the either side and one at
the front seat, securing their country-guns in loincloth looked at
me as if they were taking me to an abattoir. The boss Bahadur was
capturing the front seat. Though I wasn’t a dewy-eyed or an
easy-cry, but the brainstorm was making weep binding my head to the
knees.

That was really a tear-jerking moment. Till that day,
I was very meek and simple, and had never even thought of doing
anything wrong to anyone. Even thinking so was considered a sin to
me. I hadn’t even killed an insect without its fault. But the
failure that was smiting me was not from the lack of effort but the
lack of cleverness which I was not taught. My mind was still
reeling. I looked at the face of the driver. He was a friend of my
elder brother. He also looked at me but I understood as if he was
trying to say that he was doing his job only. A white hope
increased in my heart that he might stop the car somewhere in the
way so that I could run away, but that never happened. The engine
was signaling the wheels to tear out the air and run faster and
faster. I didn’t know where they were taking me and where was their
cesspool. I only knew that I had become the victim of the
confidence-trick. They continued conversation with the input of
absurd jokes that was making them laugh every now and again. There
were so many vehicles passing from the opposite side and I was
seeing the entire world passing through the window. There was no
one and almost nothing to stop the car and set me free. Being
seized, I promised to myself that when my time would come, I would
make them cry till death whoever had hired the kidnappers. An
insult definitely takes a longer time than an injury to be
forgotten. I was thinking and thinking only, suddenly a voice tore
my brainwave…

‘Don’t worry teacher, you are going to marry a girl,’
Vinay said, ‘It is your time to laugh.’

‘You would sit in the same kind of car if your
parents had arranged the marriage.’

The third one said assuming he was going to add some
humor.

And then, they started giggling and continued the
conversation in which Bahadur also said something that I didn’t
hear and nor I wanted to. The laws are dumb amid arms. My scream
was not going to make the slaughterers set me free. Either they had
beaten me up or beheaded.

Almost fifteen minutes passed, and then, one thing I
saw seemingly happening in my favor as a result of divine
telepathy. A heavy rainfall! It started raining the moment the car
touched National Highway 31. Though it brought them rapture because
they assumed rain was a good omen to marriage, yet for me, it was a
panacea to solve the problem. They took me to a road-side hotel
where no customers could be seen around. They had me eat sweet and
while coming back to the car I heard one of them saying…

‘Not to worry. We will let you see the girl before
marriage.’

‘After you say yes, only then we will…”

Before he could complete the sentence, he was stopped
with a big shout by his boss and told to keep his mouth shut. A
little I already knew, and the rest I understood from his shouting
that in a gun-marriage, a girl is never shown to the boy. If they
were to do so, then they would not kidnap me.

I sat in the car again trying hard to control my
physical abnormality as if I was fighting cold-turkey within.
Disillusioned and tired out, leaving a mammoth of silent majority
behind, I was feeling a schizophrenic presentiment creeping into
me. An irking with robust realization that experience is the name
of calamity one overcomes. Corrupt time is tough for honest and
honest time is tough for corrupt. I was sitting with the people
whose generation grew in systematically endorsed wickedness and
head-hunting. What's remarkable is not how many became the victim
of that, but rather how many men and women could overcome the odds;
how many were able to make a way out of no way.

The tragedy is that if a victim begs help from the
society, the people give not only wrong comments but divisive and
potentially devastating. They answer not from their knowledge but
from conjecture. For some, to get rid of the tyranny, they have to
travel across the ocean losing their decency and generosity as if
it was a Columbus-voyage. This incident seared into my genetic
makeup the idea that courage is not the absence of fear but
overcoming fear.

Some of the hopes and concerns including family
crises, security, human dignity, as well as the aspiration for
justice and lasting peace, have vanished from the heart of Indians
because the country is unable to provide appropriate solutions to
the problems of societies. The nationals are suffering from
prolonged problems of under-unemployed and brain-drain and that is
why the problems increase the fierceness of fire and so some are
forced to become criminals, corrupt, counter-corrupt, and some are
doomed to destruction. In the negative ambience of subterfuge
dominion, your brevity to vicissitude can be brought up to naught.
In the uncertainty of life you have to be on your guard against the
idle conjecture and cocksure hopes without getting puffed up with
charms.

“No matter how much your precedent has struggled to
bring you into a new world, you have to do your own struggle to
dispel darkness.”

Chapter Six

“Talent is incomplete without the ability to finding
out and making use of an opportunity.”

Sitting inside the dark hut of the village they had
brought me in, I came out of the flash-back hearing the words…

‘Niranjan, the girl is being brought here,’ I heard
Vinay telling me this.

‘But what difference does it make? Do I have a
choice?’

‘No, you can just see her before marriage.’

If one hears all this, he can react to the injustice
with torrential furor which can be interpreted in the widest
abstract sense as well as in the concrete sense with promulgated
disposition. Someone has truly remarked that every human life on
the earth is warfare. I had to do something to save myself from
getting strangled but the situation was completely unfavorable.

‘The only reason why she is not suitable to you is
that…’ Vinay was continuing.

‘Yes…?’

‘She is not educated. She has never been to
school.’

Thaakk!

I felt a hammer breaking the ribs of my body. I
thought as she had never been to school, she wouldn’t be able to
read and write anything. He hesitated a little but continued
saying…

‘I know it is not going to be good to you, but you
know why we do all this.’

‘Why?’

‘Just for money,’ he said.

His misanthropic remark with fake politeness just
brought a mob of Portuguese parliament in and I saw myself suddenly
surrounded again. They didn’t come to do the justice but encourage
injustice accomplish the task. Hearing his words in the thatched
room, I was weighing my mind whether his prankster activity would
bring me post-traumatic mental disorder.

A little later, strange voices stroke my eardrum.

‘We know that you are educated. If she was also, we
wouldn’t have brought you here like this.’

I guessed it was a distant relative who said that
encouraging mobocracy there.

The lines penned in here may not seem to be blood
stained or visible with gore of my heart, but the slur I was being
victimized of, was it only because I was a man, a male who cannot
be genitally raped but mentally molested? Was I a piece of meat, a
flesh toned out to be gnawed and chewed by the weaker sex, and then
to be blamed and scorned by hypocrites?

I had never seen the village before and wasn’t
familiar with anyone there. The girl was brought in but I didn’t
even look at her. I knew no matter what I say after seeing her,
they would have me marry. As that was not going to make any
difference, so I kept my eyes closed. The girl with her female
escorts came in and stood for a minute but I kept my eyelids
locked. After she went away, I turned my face towards Vinay again.
I didn’t have to open my lips for any questions because everything
was coming on my face by itself.

Glazed flush red eyes, shaky legs, swaying and not
able to speak, listening but not understanding, hearing but not
registering, touching but not feeling, sorry but not repentant, I
was sitting like a dumb-stone gazing at him.

‘You saw the girl, now you get ready,’ Vinay
said.

‘They have already spent thousands of rupees for it,’
another one added.

I wanted to rewind the film back to the beginning to
re-edit my life, but I was too late and too much incapable because
the time didn’t give me any chance. Feeling embarrassed and
crippled, I was left to suffer in the miserable circumstance. But
the worst was yet to come. And for Vinay, That was his business.
Such a worst activity he was involved in! Such a stupid family who
gave money to abduct me! Such a death of humanity, and rape of
culture! So absurd the state Bihar!

Despite getting angry to abuse him, I kept quite
controlling the bubbling ill-feeling. At any end of the spectrum,
such an act can definitely denigrate the greatness and the goodness
of the society, culture and religion. I cursed myself being a Hindu
at that moment, because no other religion in the world would allow
that kind of marriage to take process. And I cursed myself to be
born among those bastards.

Seeing their shocking ignorance and cruelty, my faith
to be faithless strengthened, and so, I disown the excuses of some
smooth-tongue barkers who even today say that it was not the fault
of the religion. If it wasn’t, then why did the other villagers not
object the mishap? Were they all blind or weak in front of a few
criminals? And with what faith the pundit was worshiping the
God?