Avik's Story

F ar far away, in a small beautiful island nation surrounded by mighty ocean , there lived a small girl and her little baby. She named her baby as doll. It was not her best friend - her best friend was from her school, but it was her baby. She took her in arms when she was back from school, and fed her when the doll was hungry and comforted her when she was sad. Oneday the small girl came back from her school, and found the doll lying on the wooden floor. It was a clear afternoon. ‘What happened?’ She asked. Her head was little bent, as she leaned forward to her doll. ‘I’m ill. I fell down from bed, and now can’t get up’, the doll said. Her voice was melancholic. ‘Okay. I’ll help you’. The girl grabbed her raised hand, and then took her to bed. Then she kept her palm on her forehead to feel the temperature. It was hot. Her face grimaced. Her doll had fever, and nobody in this house did care for that. She had to do everything on her own. ‘You lie down here.

The girl snapped at me, as if I was drooling into something yummy, which was not mine, and the owner wanted me to shoo-away. She adjusted her dupatta and then tried to cover her bare shoulders by pulling her short kurti . Her face stiffened and she snapped at me again. I could hear the hard quirky sounds of her teeth, pressed against each other. And only then I came to senses, and shifted my gaze away from her and looked outside through the sweat tainted glass. ‘God. She is damn beautiful and she looks just like my first crush in college’. Once I read in Quora, if the stalker is handsome and well dressed, then girls take him as secret admirer. Well, I was neither well-dressed nor handsome. I was returning from office, and I was in metro. I was a mess. I choose a corner to stand, and the girl with fiery eyes stood beside me. Some persons have these things. They’re like Jatinga Fire. Innocent birds burn themselves to death. My first crush in college had this ‘Jatinga’ thing. H

Vinayak Damodar Savarkar of Hindu Mahasabha founded the term Hindutva, and then RSS took it as its own, literally. Sardar Patel sent a letter to Pundit Nehru right after assassination of Mahatma Gandhi that RSS had nothing to do with it, but at the same time he wrote to Chief of RSS, MS Gowalkar accusing his organization to create such an environment where a person like Gandhiji could be killed and then the members of his organization could celebrate the death of Father of Nation. In the presence of Dalit leader Ambedkar and Hindu nationalist Shyamaprasad Mukherjee in cabinet, the Government banned RSS for years despite no direct proof of their involvement. Because there was a common belief that they were the happiest guys in world in the death of the most revered Indian. So they must have done something. History plays brutal games. RSS told in court that they weren’t associated either with Savarkar or his Hindu Mahasabha or his extreme Hindu fascism, which they termed as ‘