Sunday, January 13, 2013

TRUE STORY






This story is dedicated to the man who inspired me. I was on my way to the ‘BASTI’ village near



‘LUCKNOW’. Before my arrival I heard a lot about him but when I saw him first, he looked like a dying ant. I completely underestimate him and turned my face another side but as I was not expecting he didn't call me from my back but came face to face. His name was PUTTAN MASTANA. He was very pleased and showed me his warm gratitude as I brought him so much happiness. I smiled and asked him to show me his village that was the time I came to know that he is unable to speak. He has no tongue but it was easy to understand him.

We took an auto and reached the hotel which was around 9 kilometers from the railway station.

I was so tired and I went to sleep but around 6 o Clock in the evening some weird sound woke me up, I went out and saw kids playing a strange game with flat wood pieces. They draw a line and places a piece of wood in a circle on the distance of 6 feet from the line and the other guy hits the wood with another wood piece, if both wood pieces crosses the line then hitter will win the wooden pieces.

After 20 minutes I gone out and ate some red sweet apples and then I found a cigarette shop. Shopkeeper was a young man smoking beedi. I asked him to give me CLASSIC MILDS and he reacted like I said something out of the world and replied that he does not keep CLASSIC whatever but beedis if I want to smoke, behind the shop few people were playing cards and in rage continuously abusing each other, wearing dirt cloths... their teeth were red, hair like peacock nest and lips were as black as coal.




One can easily see a spot of semen on their pajamas they looked so weird... while I was observing them. I saw PUTTAN riding a donkey and coming to my way as he saw me, his face got lighted up suddenly, like he found his long lost brother.

I Asked him that I need a cigarette, He looked at my face for a second and then gone somewhere... I went to a nearby tea shop and ordered a cup.

An hour later PUTTAN came empty hand. I didn't ask him for cigarettes cause by the time I was enjoying beedi.

I said nothing and went back to my flat. I took my camera and tried to fix its zoom and when I saw a girl living right in front of my bedroom window. She looked at me and the camera in a strange way. I waved her but she left with the same strange feeling on her face.

Things were going fine. But, the other day I woke up around 5oclock and walked around alone. Everybody was sleeping and I took some pictures. Unfortunately, I reached in a field and saw some heads, I became curious to see what are they up to.

I tried to see what they are doing. It was so misty and blur, I was not able to see what happening but managed to reach there and then what I saw was completely miserable and shameful for me. They were village women sitting in the open field sanitarium, suddenly in shock I screamed and they started shouting on me… they were abusing me in their language as if I had tried to rape them, I was so scared and after listening their loud voice village people also approached me with rods and solid wood pieces, I was unable to say anything in my favor.

They hit me with rod, stone, wood and whatever they got that time. It was all blood on me and finally they handed me over to the local police.

They started their interrogation and I told him that I’m innocent they also checked my broken camera… they asked me that what I was doing in the village or do I know anyone here, I told them my story and to call Puttan Mastana.

Finally, Puttan came in shock, he expressed his feeling that I am innocent... and after a long discussion they released me.They told me to not come here again. I cried and felt so shameful but Puttan consoled me. We both went back to the flat and gathered all my belongings then I took my way back to the home.

It's a fake story :)