Namaste ...health for all of us. Once, I happened to meet a friend and her husband. On asking about my spouse and kids...there he remarked..., " O ! His work requires to seat himself in an air conditioned room and sprinkle his name on papers ".
So I got the hang of his person...literate sans education !
Okay...he could stand a chance to justify his school of thought had we been in the 80s - 90s or dissevered owing to dearth of network.
I make this statement above only to assure him a benefit of doubt...given it might not be as convincing if we wring it in a discussion.
So , I kept mum and smiled away. ...and all they see is...us living in old Brit mansions... and sir's bodyguards ! ...and feign blindness to the hardwork put into getting here.
Okay... so here this is...for those who know me... are so aware that 'm always ready to allow myself in a quarrel...fight...battle... and let me tell you...none is spared... not even my husband and incase he happens to know that I wrote this... since he is not on facebook... he must also learn straight that it is definitely not to please him and again not for him alone !
This service welcomes you only after you've been tested of your patience and hardwork... the quantum of stress you can endure and still be stressless...is that even a word....anyhow...!
So ya , dare forget the luck factor ! And you read and study and write and learn and stake your prime years believing that ' hardwork shall never fail you ' .
You are in the Uniform with others in the Uniform...Khaki !
Before you sprinkle your name on papers...
You are put in where you are responsible for the lives !
See... generally barring occupations like doctors , police and few more , we earn for ourselves with effecting little or more on to the life and property around... but that doesn't 'duty bind' us for the life of others.
You have already survived atleast one landmine blast targetted to wither your flesh fly into finding nowhere .
....while your wife is alone at home with her first time expecting a delicate foetus and she reads this on the tv and you are stationed at the back of beyond where the nearest hospital which is capacitated with performing a c-section in case of an emergency is atleast 2 hours away.
Past few years have seen ample communal wraths.
Festivals are less festivities with more fights and finding foes !
Now...Sir will step out of his air conditioned chamber into a podium for the next 48 hours at a stretch seating on a platic chair... and you know what he'll do... vigil over each of around 5 lakh people in the procession...trying not to bat his eyelid !
...such times...God forbid...may even see blood shed if Sir and his Jawans don't hold things in place.
Now come elections...given , a district...let's consider a ballpark figure... runs some 110 kms north-south and 80 kms east-west. Sir will have to ensure the safety of the polling parties and booths , inhabitants , jungles , animals and property around... of any naxal attack.
AND HE ALSO HAS TO KEEP IN HIS AEGIS , THE ONES WHO WILL GUARD AND PROTECT THE GIVEN ABOVE....HIS JAWANS !
And incase you get to have more such sirs and mams in your clan , you might also news to your knowledge that many of them could get only 1 day to perform the last rites of their parents . Not even garnering enough time to share the biggest grief in life with your family....sometimes not even a day...you bid adieu in your heart .
And this corona ! Would you have the audacity to step into the nucleus of a highly infected area...camp there for hours...cogent people into test for the ailment...somewhere...a dot your mind... wife back at home running high risk of nil immunity to carcinoma , 2 small kids and parents above 60 years...all on major peril of being passed on any speck of virus !
Wait ! How'll the virus reach them !?!
Sir forgot himself ! 'fcourse the N 95 mask , sanitizer and social distancing...besides other precautions... the travel of this virus...if you know is like a wild forest fire...if you are in the mean of the hotspot... no insurance is adequate !
When it has been announced 'n' times on the rooftops , in every lane and market...on the roads , in the slums , facebook...twitter everywhere... to keep distance and not mingle out of your house...YOU REQUIRE 1 COP FOR 1 CITIZEN... to make remember... keep a vigil.... Don't you.. !
Whilst your basic ammenities are being taken care of !
Be it elections , any natural-communal calamity or any law-order situation , Sir shall famish till he knows his Jawans are full.
The city has his number published on the corners... and the POLICE MANUAL reads the duty hours from midnight to the next... 24 hours effectively...so after a long everday , the phone keeps singing all night long...to what...
* mother in law is troubling
* landlord stole the commode knob
* neighbours are singing loud
* husband has an extra marital affair
Definitely , he chose this service and none forced him into this .
These cops need no such write ups in their worship. Their 'uniform articles' are already decorating them .
I wrote this to feed my feelings .
IN THIS WORLD , IF HUMANKIND COULD BE BOTH , 'HUMAN' AND 'KIND' !
I am open to all healthy feedback... 'an air conditioned room and sprinkle name'....is that all !?!
May we all bloom.
(The writer is a lawyer by qualification and hails from Patiala, Punjab; now based in Ranchi)