Helplessness
Ok,
So Today I saw tears without water, courage without power, power without dignity, cruelty without guilt, men with hand shackled in poorness and a ruthless king.
Yes, I read those stories in magazines and books, but i found it here, in Bangalore (Indiranagar).
Its the end of evening when I reached mobile recharge shop with my girl friend asking for a 150 bucks recharge when a south Indian came asking, "Bhen***d(sister F***ker) Shyam (security guard ,standing just besides us.) why the signals are not coming", holding a samsung tab 2, don't know its a network problem, the King in his traditional south Indian dress (orange lungi+white shirt+blue chappal), again asking the same question with far more cruel voice," Bhen***d (sister F***ker) , bol(speak)", from one of his servants and then slapped him with full speed like my Hindi teacher used to hit me, in front of everyone and a girl. My mouth is open wide and then he said "I m waiting there get it corrected as soon as possible else you know".
My girlfriend got scared even I , he was 6ft tall weighing almost 90 kg and so obviously I couldn't speak. Everywhere was a deep silence and I saw that security guard, numb, a fine actor, crying from inside not letting even a single tear out, I know what he was thinking, if it was me at his place I might have killed him may be not.
I walked two steps with courage without power, "King" was watching me, I asked him "kaha se ho (Where are you from)", he replied Muzzafarnagar.
I told him putting my hand on his shoulder, "Don't work here, if you want to live".
After which my girlfriend took me with her, I dropp her at her PG, went home thinking about the guys handcuffed with poverty and money, leaving their self respect, just to live and I don't know how he will fix his TAB.
Yes, I read those stories in magazines and books, but i found it here, in Bangalore (Indiranagar).
Its the end of evening when I reached mobile recharge shop with my girl friend asking for a 150 bucks recharge when a south Indian came asking, "Bhen***d(sister F***ker) Shyam (security guard ,standing just besides us.) why the signals are not coming", holding a samsung tab 2, don't know its a network problem, the King in his traditional south Indian dress (orange lungi+white shirt+blue chappal), again asking the same question with far more cruel voice," Bhen***d (sister F***ker) , bol(speak)", from one of his servants and then slapped him with full speed like my Hindi teacher used to hit me, in front of everyone and a girl. My mouth is open wide and then he said "I m waiting there get it corrected as soon as possible else you know".
My girlfriend got scared even I , he was 6ft tall weighing almost 90 kg and so obviously I couldn't speak. Everywhere was a deep silence and I saw that security guard, numb, a fine actor, crying from inside not letting even a single tear out, I know what he was thinking, if it was me at his place I might have killed him may be not.
I walked two steps with courage without power, "King" was watching me, I asked him "kaha se ho (Where are you from)", he replied Muzzafarnagar.
I told him putting my hand on his shoulder, "Don't work here, if you want to live".
After which my girlfriend took me with her, I dropp her at her PG, went home thinking about the guys handcuffed with poverty and money, leaving their self respect, just to live and I don't know how he will fix his TAB.
*Its a true story
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