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The Train Incident

After a bit of hustle, I reached the railway station on time with minutes spare to buy a bottle of non-black cold drink. I spotted my coach and headed straight to my side upper seat. Since the journey was yet to start people were moving around to keep their belongings in place and so was the family in the opposite berth. Two middle-aged men were seated on the side lower berth, so placed my bag on the upper seat and casually sat on the diagonally opposite berth. I was plugged in listening to ‘Thunder’.

Couple of seconds later, a teenage girl from the family who was sporting a round neck tee and pajama sat down folding her legs for adjusting the bags underneath the seat while having some conversation with someone who seemed to be her brother.

Let’s name the man sitting on the side lower berth Mr. ASS. So Mr. ASS was sitting with his one leg folded on the seat and another leg twisted under the seat. As he saw the girl bending down to sit, he tried to touch her bums with his toe. However, he failed! With my hands held tight, I kept my eyes locked at him. I did want to act right then and there but kept my calm thinking it could have been a coincidence.

Soon after adjusting the bag, the girl got up but not completely. Mr. ASS then moved his hand forward casually while looking around the compartment. His misfortune, he saw me staring! His hand stopped couple of millimeters before reaching the target. He hoped it was just a coincidence that our eyes met, so he looked away for a second before confirming my glancing angle. Instantly he pulled back his hand but my eyes were still hooked on him. My anger was building up and I was just moments away from smashing his face, although in imagination I already did. A fellow passenger walked by and he sunk back into his seat completely.

In the next couple of seconds, he had a small conversation with the person sitting next to him and they both rushed out of the coach.

I had never encountered such a person before and a sort of panic reaction was going on inside me. Fortunately, the girl was and still is completely unaware of this scenario.

But I wonder, why wasn’t the man accompanying her not careful?

I wonder, how men gather such strength to even think of committing such acts … and so many unanswered questions …

I wonder a lot of things … but encountering this scenario was not even close in my wonderment.

I could barely sleep that night.

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The Metro Incident

Hey pals !

It seems like it a year has passed by since I wrote anything. Quite recently a disturbing incident happened and I was compelled to write about it.

So I was traveling the other night in Delhi metro, sitting comfortably with other fellow passengers while contemplating the time I had left for reaching the railway station. Two passengers seated at the other end started having a quarrel and suddenly almost everyone stopped staring at their smartphones. I could not see their faces but the conversation was audible, loud and clear. Mr. X was asking Mr. Y to stop asking him for monetary help as he clearly mentioned that he wasn’t interested in donating any money. Also he mentioned more than once that Mr. Y cannot pursue this in Delhi metro, coz metro is for travelling and not begging. Mr. Y got offended, obviously, and retaliated with “Who are you to stop me from doing this? Can you give me in writing that this is not allowed ?

Mr. X – “Stop this nonsense or I will ask the CISF police to fetch you out of the metro at the next stop”.

Mr. Y – “You can’t do that. I am travelling with token and not for free”.

Mr. X – “I am a staff in the Delhi metro and I can do that”.

Mr. Y – “Oh yeah now you are a staff in the Delhi metro. Show me your ID then”.

Mr. X casually pulled out his ID from the front pocket of his backpack and handed over to Mr. Y saying “have it”. He indeed was a staff and now table turned slightly towards Mr. X.

Mr. Y while handing back the ID – “So what you are a metro staff, I am doing nothing illegal here. You don’t wanna give me money then don’t”.

Mr. X – “Yes I won’t and now shut your stupid mouth and sit. I will inform the CISF staff tomorrow to keep an eye on you”.

Mr. Y – “How are you gonna do that? You don’t know from where I board the metro or anything about me”.

Another person in the crowd shouted on Mr. Y – “Hey you shut up now. Just because you are blind doesn’t mean what you are doing is right”.

Mr. X – “Couple of minutes back you told that you live in Rohini and that you have a wife and three kids to take care of”.

Mr. Y now irritatingly replied – “Dude I was just fucking with you. Why will I tell you the truth of my whereabouts? Anyone who falls emotional for my tale I fuck more with him”. (In Delhi languageme to chutiya bana rha tha, sach thode hi bataunga kaha rehta hu. Jo jitna sunta h unko utna jyada chutiya banata hu jyada paiso k liye). Saying this Mr. Y got up with his stick and walked carefree past me with an attitude of ‘I encounter this every week’ and was lost in the crowd within seconds.

His final words made me question every single person I have had given money till date… each one had recited a sad tale.

Well, this wasn’t even close to the actual disturbing incident which happened later in the night.

So how about we discuss it in the next post. Stay tuned !

Interviewed, again!

Hello pals,

I was recently interviewed by WriterStory for my debut novel All the best, baby.

Lets sneak in:

WS – What inspired you to start writing?

KSS – I had a certain dream to fulfill, so the will to write preceded the inspiration. Thus once I started writing, ideas kept pouring. As the story progressed, the situations and instances around served as the inspiration to continue writing the story until completion.

Further, the rejections from many publication houses inspired me to start my own blog where happiness follows with ‘publishing a post’ . Off late I have also started writing Hindi shayaris.

WS – What did you like to read when you were a boy?

KSS – As a boy I read anything and everything that caught my attention, be it Chacha Chaudhary, Tintin, Obelix, Huckleberry Finn and what not. However my real attraction towards literature was sought upon by one great person – Premchand. I was always mesmerized while reading his stories and novels as everything he wrote not only had exceptional emotional sense but also every instance seemed to pop out live.

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To read the full interview Click here

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