Short story - the witness
Rajnarayan Bohare
Testimony The
phone rang, I caught up and found that there was the voice of Neeranidhi Sahab's wife. She was saying, 'Brother, the one who had to go, he was gone, do not say anything in your muscle today that your family will be in trouble. Now, if we die with the person who is dead, we will not put too much emphasis on getting punished now.
I was stunned to hear - it was more appropriate to say that I was scared and left as a root.
What we, the whole city knew that Neeranidhi Sahab is a diamond man. Be it the rough lanes of the village or the dirty slum of the city, Neeranidhi Saheb was present everywhere where the small staff of our department would be working. Any poor would ever come to the office of the power company, only to be happy. A dagger has never been with anyone. He would have lived in whatever he got.
Then it was less than twelve that there was a sharp movement outside the office. Everyone was making their own guesses that suddenly a hundred people were seen entering through the big doors of the hall and we stood in our own place with shock.
Who are you? What is the work? "Bad Babu asked with daftari swag, then put on the white white kurta-pajama leading the crowd and the colorful skull on the shoulder." I have come to talk to him, where does that bribery sit? ”The trembling elder Babu with trembling finger pointed towards the room where Neeranidhi Saheb’s chamber was.
Pachasek, standing outside like a flowing water, entered and inside and all of them shook each other with an example of honesty and duty, entered the room of Neeranidhi Sahab, where before we entered, we also saw our filth.
First the elder Babu slowly locked the cupboard and slowly proceeded towards the outer door, then one by one the whole staff exited the office. I was left sitting alone like a gullible, a loud scream was heard from the room of Neeranidhi Sahab who is going to cut an innocent calf. Suddenly the current came in me, and I rode on the windswept, in the direction of Neeranidhi Sahab.
The inside scene could have embarrassed every good man, but it was unbearable for me ... a respected officer in our office, ... a hard working and honest engineer of the electricity department, ... in the service of the public round the clock. The public servant who resides, ... Our representative, the symbol of the loyalty of all our employees, was being tossed like a football in the hands of those two cowrie goons in a very pathetic condition surrounded by that crowd. His dark face had been painted black at this time, the red streaks of blood flowing from the middle of the injury were giving him a strange appearance. I saw that the angry Niranidhi Sahab had been restless, now neither was screaming out of his mouth nor the request to save was lying on the ground. I straightened them and tried to lift them with my weak hands so that I could sit in their chair but they were that they were not even supporting, When I succeeded in dragging him to a chair, he hit his head in the glass on the table. From the ear, I saw that they were returning with joy.
I think Neernidhi Sahab lost her life in a wasteful fight. There was a power cut, in which neither Niranidhi Sahab nor the power board could do anything. Who would have done it when there was no electricity production, but to explain the angle to the angry goons to shine the name! The cry of lightning is in its place, but to what extent is such a feat made on someone's life, I had agreed that I will get the accused punished in every situation. However, it was not so easy to get punished, because the entire political party is standing behind the accused, whose person will testify against them.
My name is the first of those who testify against him, and I have narrated the whole story in front of the police and the media, so I am the first target of the accused. Right from the next day of the accident, I feel that I am followed, strangers go round me. Suddenly my phone rings at night and the member of the house who picks up the receiver is threatened with dirty abuses that if I open my mouth in the court, my and my family will not be well. Being fed up with the phone every day, my wife spreads her face and begs me for my honey, then my children will live their father's life.
... but I think that if I turn my face away from the truth for the sake of my children, then it would be unjust! Injustice, along with the entire judicial process that developed with the development of human civilization from the earliest times. Injustice, with the family that was orphaned without Niranidhi Sahab, and whose great source of hope I am. Injustice, with the millions of government officials who are beating the lawless and unprovoked without performing their duties in a neutral sense, and no one is standing in favor of them - neither governance, administration, nor public nor the beating of the fourth pillar Media.
Being fed up with the phone of Neeranidhi Sahab's wife, the thick clouds of duality roaming in my mind seemed to be sorting out, but why was there a strange suffocation and sultry feeling rising very fast in the outside environment.
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