A Piece of Metal is all it takes to make more pieces to fly
Nandu came from a very interesting background, an army brat but not the typical one we usually see in those patriotic movies of ours, he is far away from what you will say well to do, in fact his father is all broke now, he was not an honorary commanding officer and then he didn't survived the one rank one pension which took such a long time to come into existence, but he did survived the Kargil, that didn't make any such differences in his life , once or twice a year he was called by Nandu's school authority for providing him with a bouquet of flower. those two auspicious days , the 26th of July and 14th of August , but nonetheless Nandu got no concession in his school fee. He is not a soldier anymore, what he have become is a security guard near Nandu's school, ironically in an ATM , with pocket less of more than what he needed he was guarding all the cash . Nandu was bright when he was still in school, his mother remembers that he got an solid 93 in maths once, more than most of us ever scored. Nandu now works in Shaktikuti Dharamshala , few buildings away from his school. Although the work was hard but the embarrassment and need for the money was harder. Nandu's father used to drink a lot, but the cheaper kind, that is an old soldier's habit. The drink kept the scars of war away, but that person even with belly full of Old Monk never did anything wrong which will ever make scar on Nandu's life. He never let Nandu go with half a belly or even without a pen with full ink and a bag full of books. Nandu remembers how Diwali and other festivals were so more less busy, actually when he thinks about those days he was merely busy while purchasing crackers and decorating the house with his father, Nandu didn’t always use to visit his father during his work hours but as again the 14th august was going to strike Nandu’s principle asked for his father to present him as chief guest ,he went to inform him. To his surprise he found all the people at the bank hold at several stray gunpoint, just like statues in the morning dews, everyone was sweating and were still. As soon as he looks at his father he started trembling with fear, a shriek comes out of his mouth unintentionally to which his father leaped on him and got in the way of the metal projectile , the bullet severed right through the spine and blood comes splashing on Nandu’s white shirt , both of them lost consciousness, in a day both gained their consciousness back but one lost his legs and other one his path. Nandu’s innocence ended the same day and guilt days of his father started, now no one calls for awarding him, no one calls Nandu for classes. Nandu is now thirteen, his responsibilities are now thirty. Still the robbers are free, still the pockets of Nandu’s father are empty, still Nandu is not getting education. Tomorrow, when Nandu will pick up a stray gun to meet his needs he will be punished accordingly, no one will ask him why? no one will ask him for what? No one wants to know. Twelve years of jail will teach him right will be said by the Judge, people will applaud, media will creep in, again his father will get called by several places to get interviewed but what of Nandu? Will his trials with other criminals are sane? Is it what justice stands for? His father still lays down in despair with no legs and no path to walk upon. There will be no debates no stories , one day soon there will be no Nandu left to let the earth know of the injustice he got from the justice.
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