BACK TO LIFE... a fight
What's life about?
Is it about dreams coming true or is it about shattered dreams?
Is it about being a male, a female or is it about wanting a baby
boy over girl?
Some has this craze *baby boy*. If he prefers a baby boy for
carrying forward his generation, ask him to give one. Because as
simple the reason is, it's the man who has the ability for this.
In science language, it's called xx chromosomes and xy
chromosomes. In life's language, you simply cannot blame a woman
for a baby being a girl or a boy.
"It was a baby girl again"
Silence, third time this silence had crept in. Her father came
inside the room where mother and her beautiful angel were lying.
No one was present other than a doctor friend of him. The father
was himself a famous doctor of that area, Dr. Kshitij Sharma.
This wasn't a 90's era. It was 2001 when everyone's thinking had
changed to a large extent. A time when gender didn't mattered,
time this was undergoing change. The place wasn't a backward
rural area. It was a metro city where everyone had a developed
thinking. But the only difference was the family wasn't taking
their steps with the change. Rather it wasn't family; it was only
Dr. Kshitij. A doctor by profession, a butcher by mentality.
He sat beside his wife and looked at the baby girl who was
peacefully sleeping, dreaming of a new life. His eyes could be
seen filled with blood and anger. Angry because it was the third
time. This time he didn't thought of killing only the baby, this
time it was the mother also who had to suffer. Her mother was
unconscious and had no idea about what was going to happen with
her. Kshitij didn't had anything in mind but a baseless anger and
thirst for a baby boy. He got hold of an iron rod which was kept
for safety purpose. Hah... safety...
He started hitting the mother with the rod and the room was
filled with blood and silent shrieks. The lady tried saving
herself but was too weak to hit back. He hit her till she didn't
die, till he didn't felt that he was hitting just a lifeless
thing, a lump of clay. His mind didn't recollect past beautiful
memories with her; the mind was blank and only knew what he
wanted. Her every body part was hit by him. She was beyond
recognition. He then thought of killing the child also. But his
so-called best friend who till now had been standing outside, had
warned him of not doing so as it would attract police enquiry.
Kshitij called his friend inside and carried that lifeless body
which moments ago had given life to a new being. They buried the
body in the backside area of the house where the 3 dead bodies of
baby girls were also buried in past years. The mother was with
her children now. Brutally killed and now she lay with her baby
girls. This was 2001. Where was the fault? Nowhere! It was his
mistake that he couldn't offer a boy. It was he who should have
been killed, if the mother had his mentality of running after a
baby boy. The mother or the three beautiful angels who were
murdered should have been replaced by this doctor. But this was
life for the four, a shattered life. And who was at fault? Yes,
the mother herself. When she could say no against violence at the
first step taken by him, she kept mum. She had let situations
control her. This wasn't a destiny; this was a murder (by him)
and suicide (by her).
This was happening in a part of India while other parts were
rising up against the gender discrimination. This happened when
females have started thinking and controlling their lives and men
were much above the shackles of society.
The girl wasn't given any attention. A nurse was employed to take
care of her. Many times he thought of killing her but at last he
opted of avoiding her. Within few months he married again. No one
enquired of the dead mother. News was spread that she had died
while giving birth to baby and had been cremated the same day.
Religious India where you can put forward any theory and people
will blindly accept.
This baby girl was the sole responsibility of the nurse Vedica.
Vedica at times got annoyed but the smile of that motherless
child would always free her of all stress and anxieties. She
started loving her as her only child. The baby was at her home,
most of the times. She was getting an extra payment for this
work. One day she thought of giving the child a name as the
father wasn't concerned. And thus this child was named as Upasna.
Upasna grew up and so did her questions came up. She kept asking
where her mother was. Why her father hated her. Why she wasn't
living with her family. On the other hand Dr. Kshitij was now a
father of a boy. He was happy that he had killed his previous
wife and now he had what he always yearned for, a boy. Then a
time came when Vedica had to go back to her parents as her
marriage was fixed. She obviously couldn't take Upasna with her.
Upasna was now at her home, a home which took her mother away,
and a place where she was living amongst strangers. She was
still an 8 year old child. Children tend to give immense love to
people who even show a little concern or care. She was habitual
of that love from Vedica but here no one was trying to be with
her. She was left alone in a room and wasn't allowed to even have
meal together with her family. Lots of thoughts came up in her
mind. She always dreamt of the love which her step-brother was
getting and which she never had got. She was getting restless day
by day and the new wife of Dr. Kshitij thought of sending her to
school. Her step-mother wasn't concerned about her education, she
was rather feeling humiliated among her friends who used to come
home during their kitty parties. She thought that the girl will
get involved in studies and half of the time she won't be at
home. But the situation worsened up. So finally Upasna was sent
to a boarding school. Far away from home, in Shimla.
It was co-ed school and here she was again alone. Once or twice
in a week Vedica used to call her up and that was the time she
had smile on her face. She always waited for that one phone call.
After all she had got that only one person who had loved her. For
her Vedica was her mother and her family. Her roommate was a girl
from a rich background, Nancy. They didn't open up in starting
but one night when Upasna was sitting near the window and crying,
Nancy came up to her. They talked, shared, and discussed
everything with each other that night. Every tear which trickled
down Nancy's eyes for Upasna, made her more close to her. They
were best friends in one night.
They never left each other alone. Even during holidays Upasna
used to be with Nancy at her home. And Upasna's parents never
cared or asked anything. Both of them grew up to two beautiful
girls who were good in studies. Upasna studied hard because she
wanted to show her parents what they had ignored their whole life
and wanted to see regret in their eyes. And Nancy studied hard
because she wanted everyone to know everyone by her name, not her
parents' or their wealth.
The prison is a bad place to live and worse for those who are
kept there because of fake charges. That was a horrible night for
Himanshu. A family of father, mother and he was the single child,
aged 18. This family lived in Mumbai and was well settled. His
parents never had good relation and everyday he used to see the
fight and heated arguments. It was 22nd December night. They both
were arguing over something. Suddenly he heard a gun fire and he
rushed to the room. In the room his mother and her boyfriend were
standing and father was lying down on floor. The gun was in the
other man's hand. He was shocked and terrified to see the
situation. He couldn't move a step. The other man checked if his
father was alive or not and removed all fingerprints from
everywhere including gun and left. He was now sitting dumbstruck
near his father. His mother came and kept the gun near him. All
of a sudden he was furious and picked the gun. He pressed the
trigger but nothing happened. There were no bullets. After five
minutes the doorbell rang. His mother rushed downstairs to open
the door and entered the room with police. Her expressions were
all changed now. She was crying bitterly and saying many things
to police, things which Himanshu heard but couldn't believe the
words entering his ears. Inspector came and arrested him. His
mother had put the complete blame on him. He was shocked how her
mother was making up the complete story. And thus he was in
prison. He still couldn't believe that his mother did all this
just to be with her boyfriend.
He was sharing his room with a man who was jailed for murdering 6
people. One night he felt a hard hand on his face. He tried
looking up but couldn't move. He couldn't remember since when he
was sleeping. He wasn't feeling good and strange things were
happening with him. He felt as if he was lying naked and many
hands crawled over him. That night he got raped and every time he
woke up he couldn't remember a thing. Only wounds of last night
used to make him think. He was under a mental and physical
torture for continues 25 days. His body was so badly raped and
soon his situation worsened. He was admitted in a hospital for
five days and next sixth night he ran away from hospital. He
would not allow situations to control him and his life. He wanted
justice for himself, for all the tortures he had to face. He
reached railway station and took a train to Delhi. The next whole
year he was always under fear of being caught. He used to get
dreams of the torture he suffered, and sometimes he remembered
his father's hug. He started working in a call centre using a
fake id. Also completed his graduation through correspondence. He
decided to face the law after clearing the civil services exam.
He knew without authority you cannot move even a leaf in this
country and clearing that IAS exam gave him that authority.
Upasna was now 18 year old. Vedica came to meet her and helped in
choosing a good college for further studies. Upasna had decided
to go for civil services so she opted for a graduation in
Upasna and Vedica were sitting on roof and remembering the old
times. Upasna's head was on Vedica's lap and suddenly he asked
how her mother was. Vedica thought this was the apt time to tell
her what happened to her mother and three unborn sisters. She
told her everything because that night when her mother was
killed, Vedica was also present. Dr. Kshitij had forgotten that
he had called Vedica too for help. Upasna was shocked to know
this. She kept crying whole night and next morning she woke with
a new ambition. She hated her father more now. Not for ignoring
her but for killing her mother. Vedica while going back died in a
car accident. It seemed that she was alive just to tell the
truth. She had completed her work and now had gone far away.
Upasna studied hard. She didn't had any financial support after
Vedica. So she started working in a coffee shop. Her daily
routine used to start by 4 in morning. Till 7 she used to study
and then went to the college. By evening when other students used
to take rest, she used to work in the coffee shop, welcoming
every customer with that adorable smile of hers. Back in hostel
she used to study. At her age when other girls used to bunk
classes, enjoy movies, shopping and had boyfriends to enjoy with,
this girl had only one thing, civil services exam. As expected,
when results were out she had topped the university.
College was over and now the question was how to prepare for the
big exam. Nancy suggested that she would take care of her
financial needs but she refused. She thought of joining some
institute but that required big heavy fees which she couldn't
afford. She finally decided for self preparation.
But self preparation also required books which weren't easy to
Together they moved towards one single aim, unknowingly they were
on one track which was supposed to be lifetime. Destined by god,
they both went to a book shop and enquired regarding the books.
Of course the books were costly for them. They couldn't buy them.
So they asked the shopkeeper if they could sit by the side of
bookshop and study daily and pay a part daily. Shopkeeper was a
good person and he said yes for this proposal. Two strangers who
didn't knew anything about each other, their horrible past, daily
used to sit together and study. Both of them had one determined
aim and both worked hard equally. Any problem was solved together
and they came close. So were the secrets revealed one day. Both
were shocked what destiny had done to them. That evening a
promise was made, a promise for togetherness in every situation.
Both were extremely happy. After so many days they had something
to feel good about, someone to rely on.
Exam was over and the day of result came. The shopkeeper jumped
in happiness when he saw their result. They both had cleared the
exam with a great rank and now was the time for interview.
Clearing the exam was just a step they took them more close to
their respectable aims.
On the day of interview, Himanshu's police record came into the
eyes of authorities and he was sent back to jail. He couldn't
stand this. He couldn't think of anything more, but the zeal to
fight didn't die. Moreover he had a gem with him, Upasna. On the
other hand, Upasna cleared the interview also and now she had two
aims, to fight his butcher dad and to help Himanshu.
As the training period got over she was appointed as the deputy
commissioner of Delhi. She wasn't happy yet. How could she be,
the person she loved the most was in jail and the person she
hated the most was enjoying his life freely. The first thing she
did was against the hatred she had held on to since so long. A
case was registered against Dr. Kshitij and investigations were
held. It is so much true, if you have authority everyone will
give their ears to you. While checking the backyard, the remains
of her mother and three sisters were found. Further DNA tests
confirmed the murders and thus the butcher was behind the bars.
One mission was over. Next she helped Himanshu in proving his
innocence. It was difficult but not impossible for a girl who had
faced so much in life.
So now it would have been a happy life. But no, she had something
more in her mind. She appealed in court for her love. She wanted
him to gain that respect again in society. And this appeal made a
new law. Himanshu had a police record, He was proved innocent and
the appeal said that a person having a police record, eventually
cleared could apply for civil services exam.
Kritika is beautiful daughter of Upasna and Himanshu, two highly
respectable citizens. They faced hardships but these made them
stronger. They fought against their families and now had a
beautiful family. They were helped by few and now helping
Life isn't about what it gave you, what situations you were put
in; it's all about standing again.
Life is all about your thinking, the correct and apt.
Life is all about fighting the odds.
Life is all about living up the small smiles you get.
Life is all about making yourself happy and others happier.
Life is all about LOVE.