After a lavish, luxurious but hectic and tedious wedding at Mapuca and an equally "bombastic" wedding party back home, it was time for us to finalize upon a serene and peaceful Honeymoon location, where we could find ourselves relaxed and at ease after all the hassles of long never ending marriage ceremonies, visiting "Gods" etc. Finally, we zeroed in upon Dalhousie, a serene and peaceful hill station situated in the upper Himalayas. At the the airport itself before our departure, I received a gracious and instantaneous invitation from Jatin, who desperately wanted to be my host for one day at his house at Gurgaon, something which I could not decline even at the cost of annoyance of my better half. Our plane landed at New Delhi International airport, and Gurgaon was some forty Kilometers away. After taking a metro Bus for Dhaula Kuan, we reached the ISBT. My mind almost instantaneously flashed back to a news headline I glanced years ago regarding the infamous Dhaulakuan Rape Case where a student of Maulana Azad College was brutally raped at the same bus terminus by a gang of street urchins, and here at eleven in night, I was standing all alone with my newly wedded wife , with no human figure in sight anywhere. A car stopped by and offered us lift all the way up to sector xx in Gurgaon from where Jatin was supposed to pick us in his car, all for Rs. 50. I politely declined, and the driver, along with a middle aged person in hind seat zoomed ahead making an ugly face at us. After nearly an hour, we managed to get a bus which dropped us much far from the said sector. I could see the night shift workers coming out from the nearby Maruti Udyog Ltd. factory, the dream child of Sanjay Gandhi. It was Twelve at night. From here, I took a company taxi which dropped me at the point where began my wait for Jatin’s arrival. My heart started beating fast due to anxiety as I could not trace any sign of human habitation in all the directions, except a bread omelette shack with no customers other than a few rich lads in their ultra expensive car, boozed to their brims and enjoying their post booze stomach fill ups showering choicest Punjabi blessings over each other. Here was the point where I could feel my courage breaking up into pieces. I asked my wife to sit over our luggage stacked up near a tree and tried to cover her up from their gaze as much as possible by putting myself between them and her. I was cursing myself in such words which I will never use even for my worst enemies, for putting myself and my wife in such an absurd and scary situation. Not sooner than half an hour, to my relief Jatin arrived in his car along with his wife and one of her friends. After a warm welcome and a few tit bits in pure Konkani for which my ears were literally dying since long, our journey began to his home. Once there, all was peaceful. Next day, we decided to head towards old Delhi to visit Gurudwara Sheesh Ganj, Qutub Minar and Lal Quila. Here my struggle began with an huge crowd of beasts appearing like human beings, each one of them more than willing to touch any possible part of my wife’s body “by chance” or “by mistake”. I was finding myself acting less like a newly married husband and more like some criminal film star’s paid bodyguard hushing up the media men while his boss comes out of a Courtroom for killing some deer or trampling somebody beneath the wheels of his expensive car. Literally kicking the by passers with the toes of my shoes, my knack of hurting shins during football matches was being put in practice to keep human vampires away from touching my wife’s physical self. My hands were pushing, hitting, pouncing, punching and knocking the numerous human torsos which chanced to move too close to my better half. I knew I would have ended up into an ugly street brawl, but my heart was too afraid to allow things to go on as they were going by. Anyway, our mood and enjoyment were destroyed beyond any possibility of repair at least for that day. One can easily imagine me and my wife’s mental and physical struggle during those inauspiciously obnoxious moments. The same day we left for Dalhousie and bade a farewell to that pathetic rape capital of India, with a promise in our hearts to ourselves of never returning back at any cost to the sadistic hell of a place. This all happened just a week before the now infamous New Delhi Gangrape case, where a young college student was pathetically gangraped in a running bus by six beasts, who are waiting for their verdict in the court set up by human beings today.
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 11:40:34 +0000
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