Vagina Insanity by Niranjan Jha Page B

poor, as if, they are touchable and untouchable.”
     
    Before afternoon, the train reached me Nagpur. I
found the mother and daughter standing at the exit point of the
railway station waiting for me. I looked at both of them from a
distance examining if they were the real human being or not. Seeing
them continuously for two minutes, I approached with proper
etiquettes and greeting. But to my surprise, giving a greeting in
return, I saw their faces deadened with disgust as if they had a
plan to treat me with the worst kind of souvenirs. I just waited to
see how far the way was created.
     
    As we went out of the station, they took me in a car
offering me the back seat. The moment the car started Pushpa
arrowed a question.
     
    ‘Where would you like to go?’ she asked.
    ‘You said that you would take me your home.’
    ‘But there is white-washing going there. Isn’t it,
mom?’
    Her mom just nodded to that.
     
    ‘You will have to stay in a hotel,’ she said.
    This sentence of her made me a little angry.
    So I asked, ‘Why?’
     
    That was the time she vomited her final words which I
had never expected. Her so-called mom got out of the car as it
moved out just one minute of the distance ahead. She left both of
us in the cab so that Pushpa could speak freely….the word….that she
spoke….was really shocking to me….and so shocking that I said to
myself.
     
    ‘The doomsday 2012 should come today! The world is no
longer good for humans!
     
    She was still framing her last sentences…
     
    ‘You have to pay ten thousand to the hotel and we
both will enjoy there.’
    ‘Disgawsome, you fucking
bitch!’ I thought.
    ‘You are a prostitute and your mother is a pimp? I
asked her.
    She gave no answer.
    ‘Is this what you called me for?’ I asked
angrily.
     
    There was no word in her mouth. Neither had I that
much of money, nor did I want to spend for that. I got out of the
car to avoid any felony to happen. I still wanted to live a life of
dignity and respect, a life where I would be heard, understood and
loved. I was longing to be cuddled, to be hugged, to be caressed,
to be held tight and comforted…but alas…the glow of my warm heart
in my body could not bear the cold, un-warm, and chilling attitude
of the world and thumped loudly in my own chest. Within an hour, I
got a train and came back to Mumbai.
     
    “If you cannot fight for justice, you will die in
crime.”
     
     

Chapter Twenty-Five
    “The difference between run and ruin is only the
letter – I.” –Arindam Chaudhary
     
    Men are not born by circumstance but create
circumstance. I realized the true sense of this maxim when came
back to the routine-work of the call center again. Six months
passed, and there was no change in my life except going
introvertly. I tried my all means and intelligence to get a wife
but there was no success. Loneliness was killing me day by day.
There was no hope for getting married. One of my friends gave me
the address of a girl staying in Nerul. He told me the girl was a
bar-dancer. I went to meet her and asked her also if she would
marry me. Even she denied, but her denial was obvious because she
didn’t find herself suitable for me from any point of view.
     
    I was the one and only one to make something happen.
Though, it was getting late but never too late to set another goal
or to dream a new dream. But I did not know how.
     
    More than three moths passed. One day I called Pushpa
again – the same prostitute of Nagpur. The disrupted conversation
was re-stabilized in a month of continuous effort. I called her
Mumbai and hired a place to stay in Mira Road. Next day, while
talking to me, she started crying and told me that she was dragged
into prostitution without her will. She narrated her entire story
of white-slavery. I didn’t feel pity on her.
     
    The two weeks passed, and then, my decision got firm
to wash her sins away by giving her true love. I thought of making
her feel womanhood going extra mile in