Kanglei beauty for the Beasts-Part4

Outside the house, amid the mounting noise of barking dogs ,the soldiers interrogate Sanjit about the where about of some commander, and this  interrogation is offered with powerful physical assaults. If he knew the language he could probably talk his family out of this dreadful event. 


Before he can think of a Hindi word and has the nerve to utter it, blows land on him and the tremor out of the fear steals the few words from his mouth. 

Among his attempts he has managed to utter the Hindi phrase “ sir, help me” only rendering laughter among the soldiers because of the mis-pronouncement. Having realised the futility of his attempts he has reconciled with his senses to give in to what holds his fate and there he lays taking the blows, the incoherent interrogative questions, and the jabbing of rifle barrels and the heavy poundings of the butts and boots.

In the living room the major asks simple questions in a malicious tone without bothering whether she really understands the questions or not. He asks something about the commander in Hindi and she screams back in Meiteilon. This isn't entertaining anymore.


Being alone with an attractive lady in a room with the power to interrogate in his own way his mind reaches out to the fantasy of courting pleasure, fulfilling pleasure, like a monarch in a harem whose power shouldn’t be challenged. 

He knows there is none to confront him, and this thought, the empowered thought, gives him the confidence which could reduce the world to dust and the possibility of it being wetted by the blood of the crushed creatures. He has forgotten that he has been smiling all this time, smiling at the face of the lady who is now his captive , and upon whom he can impose his dictum and sensual wrath any time. The power he feels runs between the destructive confidence and deep sensuality. 

With a grip on the long black hair he pulls the face closer to his and examines it, then the promising bosom, the hand lets go of the grip and it slides down over the smooth neck and then the back of his privileged hand runs over the stiff body of the lady. Chanu’s fury is overruled by the fear installed in her mind by the officer’s rising lust.

The captive now shackled and muzzled, without letting the family know, is being led out of the house; A lady from a house is taken without leaving a human receipt, a receipt, perhaps a democratic one, which can help trace the where about of its citizen. 

In the darkness they were awakened, in the darkness they were humiliated, in the darkness they were assaulted, in that very darkness they were  rendered crippled, and to that darkness that wake up.

How powerful people could be in dark solitude how one could be intellectually productive, in that very solitude how few could be emboldened to court malicious conducts, so they stay put in like nocturnal winged-beasts in their shelter ,then they unfurl their wings as if they are abruptly charged up, so they set out in that darkness to ratchet up the system and through that systematic functioning one’s buried malice is dug up and allowed to come alive. 

How degrading we have become in this state, this state which possesses us, much lower than the lowest of the beasts which sends us groping for suitable words, for being reactive in their own territory. You know where to find them; you also know what to be expected from them when one encounters them. 


We are clothed in human skin, which isn’t really humane, dressed in synthesised clothes, displaying innumerable emotions as if we are much superiors in all aspects, perhaps pretending that we fully comprehend what we called aspects and also being able to sketch in words, yet not able to fathom the distinct difference between knowing and being able to entertain it and living it. 

The lies that coated us then that seeped through the pores of the skins and poisoned and we take pride in that instinct describing as “instinctive.” How terrible! How tragic! How malicious! All these acts of one man being able to devour another man’s flesh, so shameful such a perennial conduct to prevail in such a thoughtful world.  


To be continued.........