Auf wiedersehen

Meeting people and making friends is one of the common behaviors of any individual. I am not different in that regard. I do love meeting people. But I am a bit choosy in making friend. I generally take a little more time than general to open up with any one. But once I open up with someone, I love being part of the inner circle of that friend or would like to keep him / her in my inner circle of the relationship. In short, I believe in long lasting friendship. I try being or keeping that person near to me. But what is not important is what you like but important is how time wants things to be.

In this much little life, I have made very few good friends. I do have spent a considerably good time with them. Enjoyed every moments of togetherness with them. But what is really painful is departing with them. Not because of any misunderstandings with them but because its time that feel there are certain thing which is more important than the togetherness. Departing with those friends is like something is being torn apart from within you. And while in such a moment I could not be able to express my emotions over my face. That’s because perhaps I am not a good actor. Whatever, but the truth is that, such moment of departure is always a painful experience. However that painful emotion remains momentary for me as I know that this is just a geographical distance not the emotional parting.

Thank God, I never have lost those good friends from life. And certainly this time is not an exception.

Pour Out Disputs

Its rainy season here. I love this season very much. And riding bike in rain is one of the most cherished adventures of my life. To enjoy this rain a little more, I planned to visit one of the nearby small villages called “Chhati” on my bike with one of my colleague. Since morning, it seems like raining, but didn’t rain. We finished our work there and were coming back to Raipur. The rain was a little levelheaded and didn’t have demented us during doing our work. Perhaps the rain knows very well that enjoyment comes after work. So while coming back, it started raining.

I was in mood of enjoying the rain, but of mizzles only and not of those heavy water fall. So, we decided to take a shelter at any first place we will see on the highway. My colleague stopped the bike at one of the hut of the first village that came on the highway. This village was “Birejher” and that hut like structure was a police chowki. Three – four policemen were sitting outside the hut on a bench in the porch like structure intruded out of the hut. Like any common countryman, my colleague is also having a kind of obvious fear about the policeman. He was a little vexed once he came to know that this shelter was a police chowki. To avoid his nervousness, he started talking to me. Though I was more interested on rain rather than what he was talking. There was lot of greenery spread till the stretch of our visual modality. The color of leaf was looking deeper after being sprinkled by the rain. Some bikers and few four wheelers were still running with hastiness on the road, as if they were in a hurry to reach home before the rains worsen the situation. Some people were passing by on their bicycle, enjoying the rain. Kids of the village came out of their hut and were running behind each other while enjoying the rain. Very mesmerizing scenery. A real enjoyment for me of getting such a beautiful visual treat. My engrossment broke only when two people came into the chowki in a hurry. Perhaps those policemen knew these two guys as they replied to their greetings calling their names. Those two persons get involved in some discussion with the police. I was not having anything to do so unintentionally get involved in their discussion as they were trying to address their talk to everyone present there.

They were father – son duo. They came there to take some follow up about their pending case with these policemen. The case was, they were having some plot of land in the village which is being captured by some other person of the village. These two persons lodged a complaint to the police against this. The case went to court. After a much awaited trails, the honorable court had given their verdict in the favor of the father – son duo and has schooled the local police to help them get their land back from the convict’s possession.

The FIR had been lodged by them about 12 years back, honorable court took 11 year time to give a final verdict in the case and now since 1 year they are coming to the police station almost daily to get back their land. The police are every time giving them some condones and showing their incapability of helping them out as the convict had taken the case to the High Court and had successfully got a stay order from there. Now since the case is in higher court, police is unable to help them out in the case. The issue is, since last 12 year, the convict is using this altercated land and getting crop from it year after year, making money from the land and using some part of that earning in extending the case to every passing year.

Huh…

Strange. What to say? How to react? Enjoying the rain has eloped suddenly after seeing this incident. A lot of thought process started. I think, this is one of the areas where we not only as a human being but as a nation need to look upon. I mean, what to say... Really don't know what I need to think upon this issue or what can I do for them. I am a bit confused. But one thing is for sure that I somewhere is not feeling good to hear this whole story...
Really really very much confused of the situation.