Who mocked me ??????
The situation was such that i was compelled to cross the noisy crowd . The people were making quite a din simply to get their hands on one of the goodies chucked by the priests of the '' Rath Yatra '' . I saw their eyes , it gleamed . I saw an innocence in their eyes . An innocence that at ages well above childhood (grown men..) they rushed for sweets , an innocence that reflected what illiteracy could do to you , an innocence which stared back at me and which i adored as they were all calcuttans .
I approached the crowd to cross it and to meet my friend on the other side . I entered and broke what the hindu mythology would call ''The Laxman Rekha '' . I noticed that i was noticed . I walked swiftly , horizontally bisecting the horde . But within seconds , the crowd as if to have a combined motive faked a minor stampede and before i knew it, all the men came towards me like sexually deprived monsters . Some were grinning like apes , some making an ''i-dun-know-wats-happenin'' expression and some serious as they were working on something important . Their filthy hands reached out to me .
I screamed as fucking loud as i could . Loud but not loud enough to drown the amplified chants of the priests . I tried to run but i cud'nt evn move a finger . There were too many ppl and way too much force .
The situation was such that i was compelled to cross the noisy crowd . The people were making quite a din simply to get their hands on one of the goodies chucked by the priests of the '' Rath Yatra '' . I saw their eyes , it gleamed . I saw an innocence in their eyes . An innocence that at ages well above childhood (grown men..) they rushed for sweets , an innocence that reflected what illiteracy could do to you , an innocence which stared back at me and which i adored as they were all calcuttans .
I approached the crowd to cross it and to meet my friend on the other side . I entered and broke what the hindu mythology would call ''The Laxman Rekha '' . I noticed that i was noticed . I walked swiftly , horizontally bisecting the horde . But within seconds , the crowd as if to have a combined motive faked a minor stampede and before i knew it, all the men came towards me like sexually deprived monsters . Some were grinning like apes , some making an ''i-dun-know-wats-happenin'' expression and some serious as they were working on something important . Their filthy hands reached out to me .
I screamed as fucking loud as i could . Loud but not loud enough to drown the amplified chants of the priests . I tried to run but i cud'nt evn move a finger . There were too many ppl and way too much force .
I looked up at the sky . All i saw were the gods in saffron clothing nonchalantly walking and occasionally peeping from their heavenly curtain , all i heard was an ambiguous blend of the amplified chants and my shrill screams and all i felt was doom breathing hard at the back of my neck . Bit by bit i was slipping into the crater of madness .
Hundreds of hands frisked me . Hard hands which seemed to have a mind of their own delinked from human emotions . I was'nt bothered about the pain . It was just about the feeling of prefering death .
Then through all those demons my eyes fell upon a man decently clad , pushing and fighting , making his way to me . He stretched his hand towards me and i more than readily grabbed it .
He pulled me out with a strength far greater than that of the monsters as it was backed by god's will . He pulled me out and pushed me into a building and to relax finally in the arms of safety.
I came home that night and paced into my toilet . I stood there in deep contemplation and a blank expression . I touched myself and for the first time-i hated it . I took off my clothes and stood in front of the mirror . I saw an innocence ( for the first time) in MY eyes , an innocence which reflected what stupidity could do to you , an innocence which stared back at me , it was my innocence ( i now understood ) which mocked me !!
