Hello folks, again… I am here…. after a long break. Some of the readers demanded for an Abhijeet sir centric…. This is my attempt remembering them. Hope you will enjoy.
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…
A cloudy evening….. 5:45 pm
An Old Single-Storied Building
He crouched haphazardly on dusty cold floor supporting a dirty faded wall…. silently… holding some old yellowish crumpled papers near his chest.
It seemed the figure turned into a statue in that posture…. Motionless…. May be out of senses also.
His ever expressive eyes were blank… starring to an unknown point towards the semi-dark ceiling, as the room had no electricity connection…. it was hardly lighted by road side lamp post's peeping hazy yellow rays in this early evening.
His facial expression was not clearly seen. But the sound of his irregular breathing was indicating the storm inside his heart.
Suddenly tearing the silent solitarity…. His mobile started ringing. But the owner didn't pay any attention and the sound stopped. He stayed like before. After sometimes, ringing started again …. With an unknown smirk he pulled out the tiny gadget from his pant pocket. Smiled ruefully looking the caller id, he switched it off.
The morning incident again flashed before his eyes…. Again that unbearable pain started overpowering his mind.
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Same day, in the morning…. 9:30 am
Mumbai High Court
It was a fresh sunny morning in the city of Mumbai.
A black colored prison van entered escorted by some police jeeps back & forth in Mumbai high court premises.
A group of media persons waited here and there for a long…. Started concentrated near the prison van with their questionnaires to fulfill their duty.
The tight police protection in the court area…. Was indicating some serious matter… about any dangerous criminal inside the van.
The passenger door of prison van got open and a short-heighted young formal dressed fair l'll fatty figure jumped outside with attitude.
Media persons immediately rushed towards him…. Sir, sir…. sunne me aa raha hain… iss khatarnak mujrim joh gari ke andar baytha hain, uska saza confirm karne ke liye CID bahat koshish kar raha hain…. jab ki iski Maa ko kehna hain… yeh joh bhi kiya hain, apne parivar ke upar kiye gaye attyacharon ka badla lene ke liye kiya hain. Aur kuch had tak desh ke aam janta aur opposition party ka bhi support ise mil raha hain.
The young guy initially kept mum and forcefully made a short space grappling with crowed along with some other police personals to take the accused man inside court lockup.
Aaj court ka final hearing date hain. Janta ka pressure, political pressure yeh sab najar rakhte hue CID aaj kya saboot pesh karne wale hain iske khilaf…. Kya aap hume bata sakte hain kuch is bare me? Gathering of pertinacious media really created a big chaos there.
Though the young guy was earlier warned by his senior about this media attack…. Though he was mentally prepared…. yet facing the actual situation, internally he was feeling helpless and was praying for a quick arrival of his respected senior there.
Reporters were continuously attacking him with their nonstop quarries. Seeing situation was going from his hand…. The young guy started slowly…. Dekhiye… please aap log thora shant ho jaiye. Aap sab please…. His nervous fumbling stopped with a car horn which entered with a high speed in the premises and stopped beside the prison van with a loud screech.
Automatically media's attention changed.
Newly arrived car's passenger door opened and a super handsome middle aged tanned figure came out wearing a pair of heavy boots, faded blue jean, black full sleeve shirt with a still colored coat accompanied by his colleague who also got down at the same time by opening driving side door.
Media surrounded young guy felt a great relief at once in his heart looking the coat-man and literally ran towards him making a so much bechara gesture…. sir, please bacha lijiye. Yeh media wale, baap re! He swung his hands in air…. kya chiz hain… sawal pe sawal… mera toh pashina chut gaya…. he made face while adjusting his specs rightly over his nose which resulted a disappointed node from his senior.
Young guy turned at his another colleague who also was his senior…. Freddie sir, is journalists ko aur koi kaam nehi kya… saans lene ka bhi fursat nehi de raha tha, sawal kiye ja raha hain!
Freddie chuckled…. Pankaj, tumhari zindegi CID me abhi suru hui hain. Abhi tum dekhe hi kya ho!
Pankaj roared under his teeth: sir, main CID me aaya hoon char saal hone ja raha hain… aap mujhe… but cut by his coat-worn strict senior…. Pankaj, muh banana bandh karo aur chup chap khara raho. Aab ek bhi awaz nikle tumhare muh se, gari ke dikki me dal dunga!
Media persons stopped for a moment looking the newcomer… but they gained back within a minute and rushed with…. Aare dekho dekho, senior inspector Abhijeet aa gaye. Chalo chalo….
The newcomer named Abhijeet gave a teasing smile to Pankaj & patiently stood at his place…. started to reply media-men's quarry.
Media: sir, hum sab jaise jante hain…. is mujrim ke khilaf gawahi dene ke liye police witnesses ke upar kafi pressure dala hain…. jab ki sunne me aa raha hain, kuch witness adalat ke samne muh kholne se saaf mana kar chuke hain humanitarian ground pe.
Abhijeet first rubbed his corner of lips in his signature style and started professionally… aap log sirf aur sirf is admi ke bare me soch rahe hain. Apke dilon me sirf is admi ke liye humdardi hain jisne kaii sare masoomon ki hattya kar chuka hain bina wajah.
Media: lekin sir, iske khilaf se jada awaz toh iske liye hi desh me uth raha hain.
Abhijeet: toh phir unn kaii sare begunah logo ka kya kasoor tha, jinhone bewajah iske hathon apna jaan gawaye hain? Unn tamam paribaron ka kya, jise is ek insaan ke wajah se is duniya se apna naam-o-nishan mitana parah puri tarha se… humesha ke liye?
Media: iski Maa ka kehna hain, isne joh bhi kiya… apne family ke upar hue torture ka badla lene ke liye kiya hain.
Abhijeet: badla lene ka matlab yeh nehi, koi qanoon ko apne hathon me le lega. Agar ise ladhna hi tha toh yeh humare paas aa sakta tha. Legal procedure ke zariye bhi yeh apna badla le sakta tha. Lekin kuch gine-chune apradhi ko sabak sikhane ke liye unke family, unke zindegi se jure hue tamam aam log…. Unsab ka berahemi se qatal karna kahan ki insaaf hain? Unn nirdosh chote chote bachho ka kya galati tha ke unhe bhi yeh maut ka ghat utar diya? Uss buzurgon ka kya dosh tha…. burahpe me aise dardnak maut unhe mila?
Media stopped listening the strong determined voice of senior inspector Abhijeet.
Abhijeet continued…. aap sab is admi ke bare me hi sirf soch rahe hain. Hum yeh nehi kehte, iske parivar ke sath joh attyachar hua, woh galat nehi. Woh bahat galat hua hain. Lekin uske badle me aisa mass killing, aise itne sare nirdosh logo ki hattya karna bhi aur jada bada crime hain. Hum kisi bhi haal pe ise chut nehi de sakte. Hum apni taraf se puri koshish kar rahe hain… baki ka toh aab adalat hi tay karega.
Media: sunne me aaya hain, local police se yeh case CID khud ke interest pe apne pass forward karwaya hain.
Abhijeet: yeh case humare pass emergency ke taur pe forward hua hain higher authority se. Isme kisi ka apna interest ka koi gunjaish nehi ho sakta.
Media: police iss suspect ke liye kuch soch rahe kya insaaniyat ke khatir?
Abhijeet smirked…. Har apradhi ka apradh ke piche koi na koi wajah zaroor hota hain. Aise me toh sab ko hi insaaniyat ke nate maafi milna chahiye! Kuch chand logo ko sabak shikhane ke liye unse zure hue har ek log, unke gharwalo ka aise berahemi se murder kya aap sab bhi support karten hain is case me? Phir is mujrim me aur humme farak kya rahe jayega!
Suddenly an old lady came there running from anywhere like a missile, penetrating the constable cordon and media gatherings…. And directly clutched Abhijeet's collar tightly as much as her old hands could…. Tu khoon karega mere bete ka? Himaat kaise ho raha tera? She screamed loudly and slapped his left cheek with full rage and pushed him violently which resulted a sudden misbalancing of the tough inspector.
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Mistic Morning