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Injustice

Injustice

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Published by Durlabh Singh
But things not always come up to our hopes and expectations. Gurdarshan began to have recurrence of his old dream and was much troubled by it. The irony was theses dreams were more intense and showed the hilly background, which he recognized as of the new district. He did not tell his wife about and suffered in silence till he began to scream from his nightmares while sleeping next to her wife.As happened previously she persuaded him to go to the district hospital to consult a doctor and possible get a supply of tranquilizers as previously.
But things not always come up to our hopes and expectations. Gurdarshan began to have recurrence of his old dream and was much troubled by it. The irony was theses dreams were more intense and showed the hilly background, which he recognized as of the new district. He did not tell his wife about and suffered in silence till he began to scream from his nightmares while sleeping next to her wife.As happened previously she persuaded him to go to the district hospital to consult a doctor and possible get a supply of tranquilizers as previously.

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INJUSTICE.
Gurdarshan was a stationmaster in a town in Punjab and enjoyed his work intensively. He joined Indian Railways in a junior capacity after passing his matriculation and worked hisway up and got quick promotions due to diligence and reliability. The perk of his job wasa free bungalow as his residence with a garden and a gardener thrown into.When he took the post there was an older person, Ram, filling the post in an actingcapacity and he thought that Ram would resent him as his senior but nothing could bedifferent. Ram liked him and they got along with each other fairly well and soon becameeach others confidant. Ram was married and was advising him to get married too, to anice girl as soon as possible.Being young he was not in a great hurry and wanted to move around to have wider experiences of the opposite sex. As any other man, he was attracted to pretty and elegantladies but an attractive face was more important to him then mere fulfilling of lust. Therewas something special he could feel in such a face, which took him to a new and tender level, which expressed his inner longing.He and Ram often inspected the station and walked down the platforms to see that theywere clean and tidy and made sure that the cleaners and sweepers were doing their job properly. The platforms were a hub of humanity with all variety of humanity inhabiting it,waiting for their trains to arrive and which could be late sometime several hours. The passengers had learnt the art of patience and most were not duly alarmed and thought itan opportunity to practice their art of conversation by telling tales to each other.There were plenty of stalls selling eatables around and they made full use. Hot tea being popular during winter and cold sherbet during summer and on top of it all there was aspecial attraction waiting for Gurdarshan. This attraction came sometime in the disguiseof young females with pretty faces. Whenever he spotted one there was a distinct changein his walking posture as inflated chest and walking tall came into his being. Ram couldeasily detect and issued a peel of laughter in a good humourous way. Afterwards they fellinto a ‘philosophical’ discussion about features of each pretty face. It became a topic of interest and happiness to ease their daily routine.One day Ram spotted a beautiful young lady sitting on a bench on platform two. He hadseen her before and thought she traveled that way often and thought that he would reportthat finding to his boss Gurdarshan, as it would put him in a good mood. The followingweek when he reported it to him, he said:‘ Yaar! You let a good opportunity pass, you should have shared that pleasant news withme.’ Retorted Gurdarshan‘ But you were busy and on the phone but do not worry, I will report her next sighting.’
 
Days passed and nothing happened and he began to lose threads of that topic which hadoccupied his mind so long until Ram gave him the good news that he had seen the younglady concerned leaving the station and told him to look for her when she return to thestation for her journey back to where she came from.Hope was revived again in Gurdarshan’s heart and he was bent to keep a watch for thelady’s return. After spending the whole day on look out for her, he did not want to gohome for the night but spent his night in the office stretched out on a sofa. He got upearly in the morning and bleary eyed looked through the window in expectation. Hisheart jumped as he thought he saw a glimpse of her coming towards the station entranceamid a misty morning.He ran out, roughened down by sleep with his hair disheveled, as she did not want tolose her. As he came closer and it was her, definitely her and his heart came to his mouth.What to do now? He shook and ran back to the office and looked into the mirror and Godhe looked terrible, like a bhoot. He let the tap run and splashed cold water on his face,with a towel rubbed it and try to comb his unruly hair. He felt a pang of hunger but it wasnot a time to waste on such trivialities, he must hurry to keep track of her.He ran to the platform where the first train of the day was due to arrive in half an hour.On the platform bench a woman was sitting with her back towards him and he proceededslowly like a cat on a prowl. Firstly he caught sight of a delicate hand clutching the edgeof a sari, she was wearing a sky blue sari and she looked charming with her long black hair falling over her shoulders. He was already under her control.He stood behind her and tried to form some words of greetings but he was nervous and itagitated him, as he was not going to miss that chance.‘Namaste! You are the first person to arrive for the train.’ He blurted out although hecould see a few other people on the platform who had spent the night there sleeping onthe platform. The woman turned her body towards him with a jolt as if surprised andreturned his greetings with ‘Namaste.’‘I am the stationmaster here and it is my job to look after the passengers. Would you likesomething to drink?’The woman hesitated as talking to a stranger.‘I was going to make a cup of tea for myself. Would you like one? It is cold and nothingcheers you up like a hot cup.’ He invented some action to communicate with her.‘No, thank you. I just had one this morning before I started for the journey.’This was blow to him but he pleaded with her with an expression of sadness in his eyes.
 
‘It will make my day if you have some tea with me. Please.’‘ Ok if you insist.’ The lady yielded to his sad eyes.‘If you don’t mind coming to my office where I can make some tea.’ He saidWith shaky hands he made two cups for tea, one for the lady and one for himself.‘By the way my name is Gurdarshan and yours …?’‘Rajini.’‘That is a pretty name.’‘Thank you.’He saw her to train and plucked his courage to ask her.‘I would like to see you again.’ with a blush on his face.‘ I will be hear next week, same time, same day.’ stated Rajini to make his day.The following week was a week of expectation and agony for him as he realized theemotional turmoil of his thoughts. He always thought himself as a rationalist who couldcontrol his emotions in a reasonable way but now he felt slighted by himself in being in asentimental fix. Once this is passed, he would recover and be again himself.* * He could not sleep properly in the night before the day of reckoning and spent the dark hours in his office. He got up early in the morning to prepare himself and dressed himself in his best suit and put a lot of subtle perfume on his body.With trembling heart he awaited for her and was not sure whether she would turn up as itmight had been a joke played by a pretty woman on a man who had come under a spell.But she did t return and after the tea ritual, he took her to the railway carriage with asuffocating load in his breast s he wanted to say something but could not formulate thewords. He stood outside the where Rajini was sitting and train had only a few minutes todepart. It was a do or die time now and involuntary he held her hand:‘Would you marry me?’ somehow he managed to say.As the train started with a screech, there was another sound, which overwhelmed himwith its sweet music, ‘Yes’.

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