So this is short story I wrote in the first semester of my university life. The locations are of India because of my education in an Indian School which made me more aware of the geography of India rather than my own country. Various parts of the story might sound a bit cliche but all the incidents mentioned have their inspiration from one or the other real life incidents which I have read somewhere or the other.
Nirvana
Sitting
on the benches of the Thane police station I stared at the loud crowd around.
The sound of quarrelling prisoners, criminals, police constables and other
officers filled the air. The only thought in my mind was “O God! What have I
got myself into”. With this thought I recalled how I landed up here. A lecture
was going on in my class and being the big mouth that I am, I challenged the
professor’s idea that “no criminals should be subjected to capital punishment”.
A heated debate went on for the entire class. Finally, I ended up saying to the
professor “your idea suits you and mine suits me “.
After
the class the professor called me to his room. I kind off guessed that I am in
for some serious bashing. On the contrary the only thing that happened in his
room that day was, the professor asked me to visit the Thane Police Station and
talk to a three women who were sentenced to death by hanging. He said that he
will arrange the meeting.
A
dark room it was, no windows, a fan whose blades could be counted. A police constable
led me in, “I am outside, call me if you sense any hostility” and with his last
word he glared at three women sitting on the bench of the dark visiting room
and left the room ,locking the door behind.
For
a moment there was silence, the only sound being the whisper which two of the
three women shared among themselves. Finally I broke the silence,”hello, kaise
ho app log?”. The last thing one could ask a person who knew that he/she was
soon going to be hanged.
I
had read the records of the three prisoners before visiting them. One of them
was 25 and charged and proven of guilty of murdering her husband, the second
being a 17 year old girl who was accused of stabbing the owner of the house she
worked in a record 50 times and the third being a 35 year old guilty of burning
to death her own father and brother.
So
one could very well understand my state of being sitting in a room with 3
professionally unprofessional murderers.
The
one thing that puzzled me the most was there was neither sense of guiltiness on
their face nor the fear of death. I bluntly told them the purpose of my visit
and they just smiled. From the itsy bitsy conversation that followed, I sensed
a feeling of untold freedom in the lives of these women.
I
left the place soon and when I went to bed later on that night, the gift of
sleep tended to run away from me. The feeling of freedom which I sensed in the
eyes and behavior of those criminal disturbed me a lot. For a strange reason, I
kind of got angry when in my own thoughts I referred to them as ‘criminals’.
The
next few days passed by the same way. Disturbed, distressed, troubled, lost in
thoughts etc. And finally when the ghost of mental distress drove me crazy, I
finally realized what I should have done a long time ago. The very day I went
to the professor and asked him to kindly arrange another visit to the three
women. For some strange reason, he didn’t even question me the reason for it
and just said he would.
When
I reached the police station I got informed that all three of them were already
hanged. The way I felt that time, I fail to put it in words. The same constable
who had taken to me to the room that night ran towards me when he saw me at the
station. He said that the three women did leave a letter for me. They had paid
him and told him that if I don’t come in within one month, he should dispose
off the letter.
The
letter read like this…
“Aryan,
You
told us the reason for your visit .You told us that capital punishment
according to you is just. But what if someone is given capital punishment due
to a something they committed to escape a punishment far greater than capital
punishment. We didn’t tell you about this that day because we wanted you to
know our real stories only after our death.
Yes
we did commit murders. One of us murdered her own husband. Why a woman who is
newly married will possibly murder her husband? .I ,Sujata, I got married to my
own brother in law after my sister’s death .My husband kept me happy ,but soon
after our marriage my only brother died. My husband completely changed after my
brother’s death. He started drinking openly, partying with his friends, coming
late at home. All these sudden changes in his behavior made me a bit
suspicious. I tried to search for a clue in his drawers, around the home. One
day when he reached home, he was drunk and we had a quarrel. In my anger I told
him that the money he is spending didn’t belong to him and that it’s my family
property. In his drunk state he unconsciously told me that he has slow poisoned
my brother to death and also murdered my sister and told me to prove it if I
can. There wasn’t any proof. I thought about all the possible things I would do
to avenge my brother and sister’s murder but there wasn’t any way nor I could
leave my husband ,not because I wasn’t strong enough , but because I did not
want another woman’s fate to be the same as mine due to this man. His presence
filled me with disgust. I realized that I was the one who got depressed, while
the real criminal lived his life to the fullest as if nothing ever happened. I
finally decided to murder him.
Julie,
a 17 year old girl from Goa , who came to
Mumbai after her parent’s death. The only job she could manage was that of a
nanny, to take care of a 1 year old child of a working parent. The first month
went by getting adjusted to the new environment. It was only in the third
month, the horror of reality struck. The lady had gone out of town with her
child. This is when the man first raped Julie. She could not tell anyone about
it for the fear of the society, for fear of being the one accused instead. Silence
kills the lamb and that’s exactly what happened. She got raped 17 times over
the next one week. All her senses seemed to defy her, she failed to distinguish
between real and virtual world, and finally one day when she was in the kitchen
and the man tried to rape her again, she stuck back, stabbing him until his
flesh looked like minced meat. I am Julie and this is the crime for which I got
death sentence. Is this just in our eyes?
What
do people talk about a 35 year old woman who is unmarried? Something must be
wrong with her character; maybe she got gynecological problems etc. Rarely
anyone tries to understand what can be her reasons for not marrying or what
could be the reasons behind her to not get married. People shiver to talk about
incestuous rape and I ,Zainab experienced it since I was 20. People say that
one’s home, one’s family is the safest place in the whole wide world, for me my
home became a living hell after my mother’s death. For 15 years, I got raped
continuously, first by my own father and then my brother. I was made to live
within the walls of my house for years and years. My father and brother spread
the news that I was mentally handicapped. I tried to suicide several times but
failed, I tried to run away and again my bad luck caught me red handed. Once I
saw a news article that thousands of pigs were burnt to death after they got
affected with mad cow disease. I finally knew what to do. I burnt my father and
brother. The punishment for murdering another human is either hanging, or
lifetime imprisonment. So did my father and brother still fall in the human
category? I smile every time I think of this fact.
3
prisoners sentenced to capital punishment,
Sujata,
Julie and Zainab
I
put the letter in my pocket and went home. I wanted to cry badly but my tears
cheated me.