I have been beaten up in my own office.
Yes, very painful. Very traumatic. The hurt is more emotional than physical. (my nose still hurts but there is really no extra money to get it treated right now since the salaries are yet to be paid). The woman who cooked dinner in the office for everyone was dis-satisfied with the calculation of her salary. Insisted that her leave was one day less than recorded in the attendance register. It was suggested that she take the calculated amount and discuss her concerns later when there was more time. She slapped a false case on me with the help of the local MLA and cops. I was accused of beating her up an and throwing her out of the office ( I truly wish I was capable of doing that). When it could not be proved that this is what had happened, the case was dismissed. She was again asked to pick up her salary after writing an apology note and admitting that she had accused me falsely. She shouted and screamed a little more in front of the office in the evening befoe coming back with theree drunk men, all working with the local MLA of the area. They shoved and pushed the guard and forcefully gained entry into the office. Before I could fully grasp the situation, they surrounded me. The woman threw my mobile phone away as I was trying to take a picture of all of them, pushed me, and the men with her slapped me around. It was crazy and it was unbelievable that it was happening to me in my office. A place which I thought could grant me some peace, some safety in my otherwise turbulent life. After they finished with me, the woman tore her clothes saying that she would get the guard arrested on charges of molestation and attempted assault. They did call the police (who were already intimated and ready) and slapped various cases on me, the company and the guard. The police brazenly asked me to give her her salary as per her terms immediately else face the consequences of the false cases. The fact that they entered the office forcefuly, the fact that they were drunk, that they beat me up was not important at all. It was asuch a planned and staged show that we had no idea how to react or protect ourselves.
No, I did not hit back. I could not fall to their level. Or maybe I was scared. That they would break everything in the office if I hit them back, that the vilolence would escalate even if it was done for self-defence. Maybe I should have learnt some clean moves for knocking people out in such a situation. Maybe. But maybe is such a heavy term.
It was a crazy night. We have registered our complaint with great difficulty but the entire incident just highlights the nexus between the cops and the political hoodlums. This nexus creates havoc in the lives of ordinary people. When the supposed ‘protectors’ of the ‘people’ and the ‘law’ connive together to harm, to destruct, it is a very difficult war to win.
The Hyderabad project has been signed, sealed and submitted. The Mumbai project is also in the submission satge. So I guess we are still playing the match. Not out as yet, which is good. As long as we continue to play, there is hope.
With all that has been happening/not happening around us, Appu has been going into a depression. She needs more TLC (Tender loving care) and I am unable to give her that as of now. So we are limping back to normalcy. To accepting that this is how our country runs. That it is not about right or wrong, true or false. It is about who knows whom in the underworld of politics and law.
My father came to visit me. Just like that. To explain that I was not truly an orphan. That after all they had educated me and it was not their fault that I became a failure (in their eyes). Or could not make enough money like my other batchmates. Does it matter now papa? I have lost so much. Does it make any difference whether I am a success or failure in the eyes of others. I faced each ball as it came. That is it. I did not have time to plan a successful hit. Just kept playing. That is all I could mange with what I had, with who I was trying to be. Does that make sense to you?
The nexus between politicians (gundas) and the cops,
The business of politics, the business of law-keepers,
The businesses run in the name of serving the poor,
Everything has become a business. At least we are not hiding behind a facade. At least we are doing business in the name of doing business.
But does anything matter in a jungle?