Time has rolled his sleeves, sun was awake and was shining at his best as if he had his morning strong coffee and wind was on a vacation in Rajori, village somewhere near to the Ganges. An hour had passed and Janki was still standing in the queue that was never to end. The queue was a trailer of the movie, Parliament that potently shows the great Indian democracy getting raped by the elite politicians chosen by us. It is Sunday and all the villagers who were branded as below poverty line were standing to grab their quota of rice and oil. Janki , mother of two and widow was standing before the sun woke up and was expecting to get some rice and oil so that her kids can go to bed with some food in their belly.
Suddenly people started shouting and erupting foul words with the itchy and smelly hot air to the owner of the ration shop, Gyan Singh. Janki got anxious and moved forward to see what was going on.
Janki: what’s the matter Jhumar
Jhumar: nothing, b***c*** Singh has closed the shop saying no stock.
Jhumar: I know bloody ass will sell the free ration in the market, that’s how he has built his new permanent home in Rajori. B***C**** kicking on our stomach and filling his ass.
Janki: I don’t have a single drop of oil neither the money to buy rice.
Jhumar: I know how difficult it’s to be a widow and raise a family.
Janki lost the eye contact and moved forward to see if she can manage to get at least some rice.
Time started moving fast and the sun was at his best, spreading his mighty sunshine. Janki was sweating and her throat was about to collapse. People started moving back in dismay after they where done with their shouting and erupting filth for Singh. Janki was lost and was standing helpless before the ration shop as if some Devine force will come and help.
Singh: Janki why are you standing here, don’t you know it’s closed come next Sunday, taping his bushy belly and with a smirk on his face
Janki: Shaab, please help me, I don’t have a single grain left to feed my children
Singh was staring like a hungry dog at the torn blouse of Janki while she was pleading. Lust and hunger of body was taking over. Hunger of body was trying to tame the Hunger of stomach. Adjusting his crotch Singh walked towards Janki. Singh, waging his tongue went closer to Janki. Janki adjusted herself before Singh could think as if she is a bone for him to nimble on it.
Singh: Janki, you tell me what all you want, I will send my men to your hut.
Janki: Arranging her faded and ragged sari she bowed before Singh and moved ahead in the sun.
Before the Sun could set for the day, Janki had collected a bunch of newspapers to resell it to a local vendor.
Jeevan: Rs 2.50 a kilo only and no negotiation, business sala full down.
Janki: Malik why 2.50 it’s 3 for angrezi paper.
Jeevan: Wahoo you are smart, now you know the difference.
Janki: Haan malik, angrezi paper sundar hota hai.
Janki collected her Rs9 and before it was dark she was back into her hut. She was happy that she could feed her children rice and salt. Tomorrow is a new day of one new fight.
Fight over hunger of body and hunger of stomach
Lesser she knew that the papers she sold today covered a full page debate about Right to Food Government’s new policy.Interesting people who are the needy are unaware and people who have luxury don’t find a reason to be aware.
Suddenly people started shouting and erupting foul words with the itchy and smelly hot air to the owner of the ration shop, Gyan Singh. Janki got anxious and moved forward to see what was going on.
Janki: what’s the matter Jhumar
Jhumar: nothing, b***c*** Singh has closed the shop saying no stock.
Jhumar: I know bloody ass will sell the free ration in the market, that’s how he has built his new permanent home in Rajori. B***C**** kicking on our stomach and filling his ass.
Janki: I don’t have a single drop of oil neither the money to buy rice.
Jhumar: I know how difficult it’s to be a widow and raise a family.
Janki lost the eye contact and moved forward to see if she can manage to get at least some rice.
Time started moving fast and the sun was at his best, spreading his mighty sunshine. Janki was sweating and her throat was about to collapse. People started moving back in dismay after they where done with their shouting and erupting filth for Singh. Janki was lost and was standing helpless before the ration shop as if some Devine force will come and help.
Singh: Janki why are you standing here, don’t you know it’s closed come next Sunday, taping his bushy belly and with a smirk on his face
Janki: Shaab, please help me, I don’t have a single grain left to feed my children
Singh was staring like a hungry dog at the torn blouse of Janki while she was pleading. Lust and hunger of body was taking over. Hunger of body was trying to tame the Hunger of stomach. Adjusting his crotch Singh walked towards Janki. Singh, waging his tongue went closer to Janki. Janki adjusted herself before Singh could think as if she is a bone for him to nimble on it.
Singh: Janki, you tell me what all you want, I will send my men to your hut.
Janki: Arranging her faded and ragged sari she bowed before Singh and moved ahead in the sun.
Before the Sun could set for the day, Janki had collected a bunch of newspapers to resell it to a local vendor.
Jeevan: Rs 2.50 a kilo only and no negotiation, business sala full down.
Janki: Malik why 2.50 it’s 3 for angrezi paper.
Jeevan: Wahoo you are smart, now you know the difference.
Janki: Haan malik, angrezi paper sundar hota hai.
Janki collected her Rs9 and before it was dark she was back into her hut. She was happy that she could feed her children rice and salt. Tomorrow is a new day of one new fight.
Fight over hunger of body and hunger of stomach
Lesser she knew that the papers she sold today covered a full page debate about Right to Food Government’s new policy.Interesting people who are the needy are unaware and people who have luxury don’t find a reason to be aware.
very moving.
thanks for your comments Shilpa :) hope i did justice to Janki being a guy.
keep rocking,
PN
very touching and so true
such an ironical and sad but true story
Thanks Reema for your comments :)truth at times is scary and dark.
keep rocking,
PN