Story of Indian politics MISDEED PRIDE 1.4

 Misdeed pride 1.4

(chapter-1)

Politic and Contract

I was reading an article. India Today wrote that in 2018, around 22 people died in mob lynching and in just 16 cases in 2 months, including both Hindus and Muslims. People say that only a Muslims dies. In mob lynching, this crowd dose not belong to any religion or cast. This mob which is only of enmity, irritated and anger. They are less aware of their respective religions and are made up of poison of hypocrisy. Even today I am writing this but I am very afraid to write about two things. One is about those cow guards and the other about the hypocritical maulanas. However I love my cow-mother very much and worship her as well and I feel very proud to cow service. But I am saddened by the fact that the cow-mother(Gomata) whom we worship, the some Gomata is shielded and political and diplomatic by the contractors of the country. Well, whatever these people are doing, God will see them themselves. I want to leave everything behind their sins and virtues and moved on with my story.

Yes, I remember an incident. So the thing is that I saw my uncle going towards that girl and taking his glass, I threw it and he slapped me. Then I saw that immediately the girl came running towards me and said that she was not hurt much by placing her hand on my cheek. I told him, what difference does it make to you. 

He grabbed me and made me sit on the couch lying nearby. I was looking into his eyes. So Mahendra Singh came to me and said son this is not your maternal uncle's house. Whenever you want to break a glass, when you want to break someone's head, I retorted and answered them "this is a matter between me and my uncle, you don't fall into this". He grabbed my face with his hand and bowed down, said, I will put a big stick in your ass", your uncle is an MLA here or you, I will put this matter in your ass, understood, sit quietly and watch the dance of the prostitute!

I got very angry, but I was alone, there was nothing I could do. They asked the girl to dance the same. She started looking at me and started dancing. The two were also standing together and dancing with a glass of alcohol in there hand. Both of them were putting their hand on the girl's body wherever they wanted. I could not understand what to do. I was helpless but still I was thinking a lot and trying to get out of there. That girl was being watched by me and very carefully. It seemed that she also wanted to get out of here. I was looking for something here and there. Suddenly I saw a stick of long and thick iron. I waited for a while and gestured to the girl. She understood my gestures and beat me up. I got it. She is ready. I told him in a gesture that you go a little bit away while dancing. After some time, she took those dancing away a little and I immediately ran up from the sofa and ran towards them, picking up an iron rod. Those people could not see me because their face was not on me and I suddenly attacked mahendra singh's head from that road. Mahendra Singh's head started bleeding and he fell unconscious there. Just like my uncle turned towards me with same iron rod, that girl hit his head and my uncle got stuck there. Then I and the girl ran out of there. I was with that girl. That girl was holding my hand. Both of us had just run away and suddenly!

NIRAJ KUMAR.

Published by - RAVI SHEKHER

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