| Friendship of Brahmin Boy and the Pimp|
Yesterday I wrote about how Indira Gandhi
kept the members of the opposition in jail without trial
during the dark days of Emergency in India.
One such leader, a family friend, was kept in the police-station/jail of our town.
The food that was provided by the jail-contractor was horrible
and my family talked the officials into us providing meals to this political detainee.
For eight months in 1976-77 I hand-carried lunch and dinner
for this gentleman. Here's a picture of me of that period, so
you can imagine.
I do not think visiting jail everyday at such a young age
has had any negative impact on me. On the contrary, I
developed a broad sense of the legal system and its abuse.
Even today, I am more guided by what is right and wrong,
rather than what is legal.
"Men make legal systems. But there are higher powers
that rule the destiny of men and nations" -- Bal Gangadhar Tilak
Anyway, back to the story.
During my daily visits, I became friends with the food-contractor Mr. Bhatta*
who seemed like a religious man with his fresh namas and
a soft personality. Everyday, he would ask -"What's for dinner today?"
and reply -"No change in my menu!" We would greet each other even when we met outside of the police-station.
Sometime after this, one day (after Indira Gandhi lost power, and after her own arrest), some boys and girls wanted to play games in a spacious yard with lots of mango trees, that we had never played before. I knocked the door of the house to ask, and Bhatta answered. He gladly allowed us to play. We played to our hearts content, till it became dark.
There was a furor in the town the next day. Apparently
Bhatta was the town pimp, and everybody was shocked that
brahmin children -- some of them teenaged girls, would play in the proximity of ill repute.
Hey, we didn't know!!
* Name altered to protect identity
|(Comments Disabled for Now. Sorry!)||First Written: Wednesday, January 30, 2002|
Last Modified: 11/27/2003
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