Story of Indian politics MISDEED PRIDE 1.2

Misdeed pride 1.2

(chapter-1)

politics and contract

I was able to understand that I heard voice from some distance with abuses. I was scared. I felt I do not even take interest in politics. How can it hurt me then? I told him brother, I do not even have interest in politics. So he said that you were the only one at the booth who did not vote for our party and voted on the horse impression. I am a little young, I cannot vote. Were do I vote for horse impression?

This is India where you vote or not. If you are present at the booth, then understand that you will have to vote for someone, like a man or woman who is not in their native village or residence, somewhere else has settled in the city. Instead, someone will go by casting a vote and his vote will go only for the candidate of his cast or religion. How many people do not have their own voter ID cards. Still come by voting. With the help of non-voter ID and with a poling agent, this is known as vote poling.

I started thinking that when he asked me how many people have you provoked to do this. I have neither spoken nor have I told anyone to do this. He was furious. I felt that he would bite me and eat me. I picked up my phone and started running from there. He was followed by four other people. They were all running after me. I started running faster and hid behind a corner of a running wall. My breath was fast. I was sitting down and breathing heavily and I was soaked in sweat. I was wondering how this could happen. My eagerness to go increased. Immediately I stopped my breath and started moving towards the house to see my uncle is on the way. They asked me what happened. I told them that the voting that was going on yesterday. One of his poling agents was found at the voting booth. On the way, they abused me and beat me a lot! When I told my all this, he was red with anger. They asked me to go with them, I was scared. I refused them. Then he scolded me that I am neither, come on, nobody will do anything with me. If I tell about my uncle, he was a criminal type man himself and he had a lot of cases going on and he was also politically active.

I finally walked with him. On the way, people were saying hello to my uncle. I was also greeting them. well when we reached there, a man standing at the gate and the one who had beaten me was sitting in a chair holding a glass of wine and a wonderful 25 year girl was sitting on his lap. I was watching that girl from top to bottom. As far as I understand, there are common thing in our age. You are under any circumstances. If you see a beautiful girl with killer eyes, then somewhere you heart melts there. Well whatever she was, it was amazing. There was a deep navel in the middle of his stomach, on which perhaps drops of alcohol were crawling and his eyes here were making me restless. She was watching me very carefully. It seemed that she was looking for something inside me and I inside her! But the two of us had not met yet. I thought he needed me and i needed him to. And perhaps she must thinking the same. I could fell the drops of alcohol falling from his navel on my lips. I did not know what had happened, I had forgotten. For a moment that is way i came here. To be the eater of one's youth or to protect one's youth. When she started getting up from his lap, I felt like a girlfriend leaving her boyfriend and waving a blur. I was wondering when this view would end. After some time she looked back at me and went inside the right side door.

Then I saw my uncle and Mahendra Singh sitting on the sofa talking to each other. Both of them were laughing with each other. I suddenly remember why we came here near it and when I saw both of them laughing together, I wondered way uncle is laughing with it.

Suddenly, uncle looked at me and said, "You sit here near this, I come in a little while. I could not understand anything of what was happening. How did everything suddenly change? Fearing I sat on the couch kept nearby. One corner of the couch shrunk in fear. Now my uncle had a glass of whiskey in his hand and turned to the side where that girl went and moved towards him. I kept looking at them with surprise. I suddenly got very angry and i went and snatched the glass from his hand and threw it away. Here came the sound of glass breakdown and there, uncle slapped me between my ear and cheek.

NIRAJ KUMAR.

Published by - RAVI SHEKHER.

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