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Humiliated by Swachh Bharat Abhiyan

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On that historic day when the Prime Minister gave his speech on cleanliness Baangdu Rawat was there too, standing like an awkward statue amidst crowd.

Bangdu held his body high like an Army General struggling to stretch his stiff neck higher, higher, and still higher to take a clear glimpse of his highness. A glimpse that solidifies an onlooker’s belief that media too, almost always, if not frequently, is fond of exaggerating the physiques of the people who earn a name. And that exaggeration becomes a historical description soon later on.

Baangdu wanted to be like the PM, that is to say, a politician like him, and earn the same name and fame, or if not in the same quantity then become a great orator who could at-least attract the half of the crowd he was at that historic moment himself part of.

An orator who can deliver great speeches containing pompous words, and unforgettable phrases, adding those catchy satirical-phrases which he himself have been coining for years in his spare hours, for instance ‘Parliament-Pakauday’ and ‘Democracy-papad, biscuit or pizza etc., awaiting this mammoth of a dream fulfilled.

Who knows not that the expedition had begun when launching the Swachh Bharat Abhiyan the PM had passionately said on a hot Thursday afternoon…

“We Indians need to change our mindset and join hands to clean up India!”

But cleaning up the country cannot be the sole responsibility of sweepers so he too had added…

“Do citizens have no role in this? We have to change this mindset of ours. India can do it, the people of India can do it,” he had said, addressing a gathering near the India Gate monument. If Indians can reach Mars, they certainly can clean up the country, the Prime Minister added more to zealous clapping.

“It takes time to change established mindset. It is a difficult task. But we have five years,” PM had said, referring to his stated goal of having a Clean India by 2019, Mahatma Gandhi’s 150th birth anniversary. “This is not about Me… I am only one of its 1.2 billion people… This is a people’s task.”

Hearing all this our hero, Bangdu Rawat’s chest had tightened itself and he took a deep breath and reflected…

“This is a golden opportunity to show the PM through his nearby Party Office how a unique orator this Bangdu actually is!”

Baangdu had considered and then reconsidered…

“I can be a part of it and can write my own heart piercing speeches for the abhiyaan and let him know me through some of his sub-ordinates who come nowhere to my old talents of oratory,  and he’ll, perhaps, let me in. And once there, I can showcase my oratory talents to him.”

It goes without saying that soon next week, Baandu was in full swing with this tremendous looking idea.

And what he has done was, he very excitedly, as it always had happened to him in the past whenever there arose any new idea of this sort in his brain, as it was, yes, his nature, he very excitedly called the Journalists of every good for nothing Newspaper, whose pretending to be foxy reporters are fond of pretending every action of theirs to be too much honest but, in general opinion, are not. And then by obliging them with tea, biscuits, blessings and, some money perhaps, he had requested them to print all that he was going to say and do, in the name of true Print Journalism.

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That same decided day, some womanisers too tried to capitalize his Abhiyaan (movement) opportunity, intruding the crowd.

And, unfortunately, a number of them were severely beaten up by the enraged people and handed over to police by the sincere citizens, that consisted of some brave and beautiful girls, who themselves were before that, had been the victims of such shameless playboys.

But nobody behaved in this way with our hero, for he possessed an unshakable character. A staunch Hanuman devotee he was. And the proof of which could easily be seen and observed by the golden pendent of Hanuman hanging with a silver chain from his same stiff neck all the time.

But, on the second day, when he ventured into a nearby locality with supporting friends and acquaintances and a few coward relatives, to an area already notoriously known for sectarian violence and where almost all the rumour mongers of that old part of Delhi resided, his friends and acquaintances began to smell the danger that lay ahead in the expedition.

But he didn’t. Why would he? When he was not it in wrong side? When he was going to do good and no evil? So innocent our orator was.

So very excitedly after choosing his this very target, which was a desert of dust in summers, and a lake of mud in winters, the filthiest street, he went mad delivering his ferocious speech that he had penned with great labour. It consisted of, as people told me, his heart piercing shrieks and ear-drum-beating shouts and, enraging blames.

And, as if, it was written on a slate of a some negative fate, he went mad with his heated oration outside the artistic gate of a particular house criticizing the people of the entire Mohalla, resulting in facing a heated argument that turned into a fight by which he was severely beaten up by some ten school boys tearing his cloths and three young men punching his face who had past criminal records.

That night, with his swollen face, he went to his Aunt’s house instead of his own. He wanted to avoid his sneaking neighbours at this tragically painful moment of his rugged life.

And after telling his Aunt all about the accident twice, as she was suffering from her old-age deafness, he changed his clothes with the same labour which he had put on while penning his yesterday’s speech.

And he sat with his semi naked body, applying the ointment on his injuries, cursing his entire Mohalla (locality) and it’s every resident, and held even the most heinous criminal of the U.S. or any other western nation whoever had some respect for the cleanliness, the clean and the cleaners as well, however fake, in high esteem.

And just as Jesus Christ in Bible, on false accusations by the Jews, has predicted the spread of plague in them, Bangdu too moaned…

“You scoundrels, you see, wait, the Plague, plague, I say would spread in your streets, you scoundrels!”

“This country can,” he groan and added with pain, go nowhere…!”

And after switching off his phone in utter disgust he kept thinking madly looking into the bathroom mirror, “How would, I regain my lost pride now?…”

Then he went to bed staggeringly with his aching body.

And then for half an hour or so, putting both his hands behind his head, he began hurling abuses at the friends and acquaintances who were flying away when he was mercilessly facing those terrible kicks and missile like punches everywhere at his body by the murderers of humanity and devils of uncleanliness.

And this very way both his mind and lips kept reacting to the tragedy of a very-very recent past, until his eyes went wet, not because he wept but, because of the rage, and then when the clock struck 12:30 his wet eyes automatically shut to sleep or to, perhaps, avenge his dishonor by way of chasing and beating up each and every culprit and accused involved with his humiliation by this bloody Swatch Bharat Abhiyaan, throughout his cherished dream.

In the morning, when the same emotions were punching his heart’s sand bag, his aunt came running, gasping and trembling…

“Son,” She barked. “Come on, you are on T.V. right now!”

“Me? On T.V.?..” He asked with a low and piping voice.

Bangdu had, yes, he had never before seen her Aunt getting so excited. She was breathless, “The PM praised your struggle for cleanliness, he, he wants to see you! You, you are on Aaj Kal News, a journalist is showing the locked door of your house! They are hunting for you like wild dogs. All the nation is looking for you he-he-he Oh! My God…!”

Bangdu looked into her shining eyes with the eyes of a sad dog who had been beaten up an hour ago for biting his own tail, now rewarded with caresses.

And, my readers, the moment this Bangdu realized it was a plain reality, and not a complicated daydream that needed tough interpretation, he got up limping, and madly ran limping to witness the promise of the reward of humiliation from his own eyes, and then only to celebrate it by jumping up in the air awkwardly, as was his childhood childish habit.

And, he, at-once forgot only yesterday’s great beating and, pain and swelling, and jumped up in pain with his deaf Aunt, telling twice his present thoughts upon this first major political victory.

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20 COMMENTS

  1. Good work Asad Year Khan!

    Such a dynamic Story in few works! It needs several interpretations. Such Stories must be written. We are running short of them these days…..

  2. Enjoyed every narration and the drama it portrays.
    Excellent creative writing. maybe an animation on this will be brilliant idea.
    Superb once again.

    • Thanks Brother Farukh, for your
      precious and morale boasting appreciation.
      The above Story is the outcome of your
      meaningful critical comments, one which i saw
      under this very Story.
      Therefore, i feel proud reminding you that your
      comments are criticisms that help in better
      brainstorming for such ideas (what to Write
      and What to avoid.)
      So i request you to elaborate your comments
      with few more Words, which can help me make
      easy the prose and enrich the quality of future
      Stories which are revolving around us to
      As far as an animation on this Character is
      concerned, yes, we are thinking of working over
      it in future.
      But before it we are going to add a few more
      humorous chapters to the politically motivated
      life of Bangdu, not by us, by his own dogma,
      that would be leading to more such adventures
      of his.
      Regards!

  3. Going into the depth of this Story i feel like giggling with my imaginations!!!

    In Hindi language Bangdu is not a name its a comical title or a pet name. The english equivalent of which is simpleton.

    I’m afraid no Bangdu of his sort would feel offended with the right presentation of the Story. Looking from closely i found the Cartoon drawn for the Story goes very well with the Story!

    All in all very good Story!

    • Thanks Imran Ali for serving the reader with the roots of the idiotic identity and ideology of our Struggling hero Bangdu!

      Regards!

  4. Thanks Brother Farukh, for your precious and morale boasting appreciation.

    The above Story is the outcome of your meaningful critical comments, one which i saw under this very Story.

    Therefore, i feel proud reminding you that your comments are criticisms that help in better brainstorming for such ideas (what to Write and What to avoid.)

    So i request you to elaborate your comments with few more Words, which can help me make easy the prose and enrich the quality of future Stories which are revolving around us to

    As far as an animation on this Character is concerned, yes, we are thinking of working over it in future.

    But before it we are going to add a few more humorous chapters to the politically motivated life of Bangdu, not by us, by his own dogma, that would be leading to more such adventures of his.

    Regards!

  5. DEAR UNPLEASANT REALITY!

    Saying “A nice narrative” you naturally deserve our Thanks, but responding to your respectful claim of a “Misleading Title ” i must Clarify that it is, neither from the head, nor from the toe is “Misleading.”

    To state it profoundly, it’s a universal reality that the Story’s Title must always be related to the Story, according to universal belief, and, is in accordance with the Character of the Story.

    “Humiliated” is not the people of the country or the Writers but a certain youth naming (Bangdu, who is aiming high at Politics, has trapped himself in a certain situation created by his own planning to become a major part of an Expedition, Swachch Bharat Abhiyan.” And he has received a good news in the end.

    Hasn’t he?

    But you can interpret it in your own way, for we live in a free State full of Interpreters. Which naturally includes Bangdu, the Writers, and the readers.

    And therefore is from nowhere a “misleading title.”

    And i still respect your own reflections over it, however right or Wrong!

    By the way your comments are always important to be considered!

    Thanks Dear!

    • Thanks for your valuable comments dear Manish! I am sure it is going to help us in our future literary endeavours.

      We are awaiting your future comments!

      Regards!

  6. Me as well the readers will be delighted if you start-up regular comic strip or story of Mr Bangdu revolving many Indian centric issues adding humour yet maintaining the central theme of the story.
    How about My Bangdu joining elite Indian Universities and sceptical oppurtunities available for him…. Many more to think on various matter.
    -Farukh

    • THANKS for coming back DEAR BROTHER FARUKH!!!

      It’s an additional respect you’ve paid us and, love bestowed upon us through your sympathy for our character and great interest in our work.as well.

      Yes, i’ll continuing with tales of Bangdu with comic strip that would be revolving many Indian centric issues adding humour yet maintaining the central theme of the story.
      I will also consider your very interesting idea about Our Bangdu joining elite Indian Universities and skeptical opportunities available for him and much more.

      REGARDS!

  7. Wonderful story. I love the humor, the underlying pathos and the dramatic tension. Reminded me of Walter Mitty. So please don’t take my criticism the wrong way. You need to learn how to write in modern English. Your language is full of grammatical errors. Some, I understand maybe deliberate and part of how Bangdu views himself. The rest, I imagine , are not so.

  8. DEAR SAIRA!!!

    BY your comments (which seem so politically correct), i guess, you must be some kind of an authority over the English Language, is it so?

    Never-mind, let us then talk in simple modern English, which you are so much yearning for.

    Firstly, thank you for completing our Story wherein you are so moved by it that you say-

    ”Wonderful story. I love the humor, the underlying pathos and the dramatic tension. Reminded me of Walter Mitty.” (which i really appreciate)

    ”However, by referring to your comments YOU made crystal clear that you well understood the Story. Isn’t that so. Or isn’t that you mean, dear Saira, that i was easily able to express my ideas fully in an English that was lacking proper grammar, yet you were in love with the humor and the underlying pathos and, the dramatic tension of it?”

    And secondly, if i talk about passing CONTRARY Judgements by criticizing it in statements, such as-

    ” Your language is full of grammatical errors.” To be honest, you’re the first reader who pointed it out.

    You make me believe you are so innocent, which you seem so, yet you are so confusing.

    ”And I’m astonished that such a sub-standard work Reminded you of Walter Mitty’s great tale, or was it the help some interpreters that helped you to conclude?”

    Yet you made clear ‘your idea’ behind your ‘intentions,’ of helping us as an authority which we are looking forward to.

    Therefore, with open hearts and open mind i welcome you to rectify it!

    As far as English is concerned, neither i claim of having mastered the English language as you seem to be claiming through

    your criticisms, without citing a single example, nor i claim it as a paradigm of foremost modernity which you seem to be looking for.

    And still i would have rectified the grammatical errors in your comments, if you wouldn’t be so proud of your English.

    So, please get back as soon as possible and rectify at-least ”that part of our story which you think lacks proper grammar, otherwise we’ll not be able to know at which point of english language we are going wrong.”

    Awaiting your kind arrival as well as grateful, that too, enormously.

    Are you a BIG fan of Sir, Chetan Bhagat, mam? Well, I’m not! Just because he is the one who is not a fan of proper Storytelling, that which is called ‘Literature.’

    As an open minded writer I’d always respect your choices, however strange, and criticisms, however baseless!

    Regards!

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