First Night Of 2010 - Shame On Us, Indians...

With great power comes great responsibility. You all might have known this phrase from the movie Spiderman. But what if one does not have great power? Shall he then not choose to be a responsible person? After all, responsibility, by the virtue of fact, is nothing but a choice. Isn’t it?

Since past three days, Puneet, I and Brijesh were making plans for celebrating the night of 31^st December 2009. Booz and fag, girls and music, what more do you need to make it a happening night? Brijesh was about to bring his newly wedded wife along with him. Puneet was supposed to have his girlfriend for the celebration. I as usual, was about to give them company alone as I always prefer being single. However, to add more light to the plan, we were about to pick a few female colleagues along with three or four friends of Puneet. All in all, we had a wonderful plan for a group celebration. But then, the entire world knows that we are very good planners. When it actually comes to execution, we guys tend to deviate from our so called plans. This time also, our plan changed at the last moment. All of a sudden we dropped the idea of having ladies along with us and thought to go with a stag entry (males only) in any of the nearby pubs in Gurgaon, to enjoy daaru, music and chhedofy other visiting girls just for fun sake. Must tell you I don’t drink…so keep me out of daaru thing, ok…Somehow those friends of Puneet who were about to join us also changed their plans. So we three were the only ones who stepped out of our office at about 2:00 am in the night (morning ideally) hunting for some serious “MASTI”…

I also had Om and Sujit in my mind as I gave them my cell number to call me just in case they don’t manage to get a local transport in the midnight. Both of them along with Saurabh and Himanki went for a movie – “3 Idiots” at the Metropolitan Mall for a 10:50 PM show. Since we three idiots, Puneet, me and Brijesh took Puneet’s car, I was slightly worried as to how would I drop Om and Sujit if they call me for help. Anyways, we still had Puneet’s car so it was not that big a problem. But I was still not in a mood to enjoy, as I had a hefty amount of tax cut in my salary which got credited to my bank account a few hours ago, which actually ruined all my financial plans. With this thought in my mind, we reached Sahara mall and Vipul Agora situated next to each other. However, we found a huge group of male population outside there. So we thought to check out other malls and hence moved on.

We again saw a huge male population in front of Metropolitan Mall, but somehow felt the need of checking the mall from inside. We parked the car and tried to enter the mall. The guard stopped and warned us not to go inside as there was a fighting among few drunken people in the pub, due to which the police had to close the pub. Any which ways, we thought that we might see some beautiful faces moving out of the pub. So we still entered the mall, thereby ignoring the security guard. And when we really did not see even a single Miss 2010 over there, we moved out of the mall. However, the crowd outside the mall just got tripled. Like us, everyone in the crowd was eyeing upon the females getting outside the mall. Some of them actually passed few comments too. And then, few drunken people had a fight among themselves. Reason – the same which caused Ramayana and Mahabharata. Women. That was the time when I recalled that the show for “3 idiots” might have ended and felt the probability of having Himanki, a female colleague in the mall along with Saurabh, Om and Sujit. Although Himanki is not so close to me, but still I got tensed as I knew her since past one month. Moreover, I was the one, who fetched them the tickets of such a late night show, which made me feel guiltier. Also, she told me that she would be on a bike with Saurabh which added more worries. Females on a bike, that too in midnight are open invitations to the nocturnal wolves compared to those hidden in windshield of a car. With such things happening outside the mall, I did not feel the place was safe for any female. The only problem was that I did not have the cell numbers of any of them. So I did not know how to contact them. Neither did Om & Sujit call me. Due to a tensed situation, I started dialing my office desk telephone number, just in case, if they might have reached office, they might pick it up. I don’t remember exactly, but roughly I called continuously on my desk for about 15 to 20 times nonstop. Still no one answered the call. With a blank question mark on my mind for the safety of Himanki and party, we moved on from that place. There was nothing we could do.

Our next stoppage was again Sahara Mall. Sensing more and more crowd there, Puneet did not park his car near to the mall. He futuristically figures out problems in such areas, and hence took a precautionary measure. When we reached Sahara Mall, we felt that the crowd was moving towards the entrance of the mall. The curiosity factor also moved us along with the crowd. We saw a well dressed couple stepping outside the mall, for which the crowd moved towards them. Suddenly we saw the girl falling down and screaming loudly. The crowd attacked her and her boyfriend was helpless in defending her. They were 20 to 25 people who were misbehaving with her. They even tore her clothes. However, the security guards came in for help, just in time and escorted the couple back to the mall. The entire scene happened right in front of our eyes and we were shocked to see this happening for the first time in our lives. All we could hear was the scream of that girl and the shocking effect it had in our minds. In past even I did some mischief with girls, but I never crossed the limits of decency with anyone. I do it in such a way that other party also enjoys the prank. However, this was the first time; we saw limits getting crossed by a group of few Jaats who did it just for the sake of having fun on New Year night. We along with other public present there played just the mock audiences and nothing more than that. There was nothing we could do.

Somehow, we felt the place inappropriate, so we thought we should move on. Surprisingly, we saw a PCR van just outside the mall. We were again shocked as the entire drama happened in front of the police too. And to add to our dismay, the police did nothing to control the situation.

Anyhow, we moved towards crossing the road so as to get our car. Suddenly, I remembered that I once called Om on his cell so I might have his number saved in my phone book. I was lucky to see his number and unlucky to find his cell switched off. I once again tried to call on my office desk. When no one picked up the phone, I wrote an SMS to Om. Suddenly, we heard another scream of a girl. And we rushed towards the mall to check out what happened? By the time we reached there, we did not find anything. So we could not figure out the actual happening. But we knew there was a serious problem prevailing in the vicinity of the mall. And the police was of no help. Don’t know why? Again we saw a couple, running from Sahara Mall towards Chakkarpur taking the midway lane between Sahara Mall and Vipul Agora. And then the entire crowd along with few guards also followed them. We heard a girl screaming again but this time it happened in a nearby shop which we think the girl entered to hide herself. We still don’t know what happened with her there in the shop, as we could not enter the shop. Also, we saw few policemen with guns and wooden rods coming out of the shop exclaiming – nothing happened inside and that there was no one in the shop. There was nothing we could do.

This time the crowd approached few other couples coming outside from Vipul Agora. Sensing problem, the couples rushed back to the Agora.

However, this time, Puneet & Brijesh felt – enough is enough. That was the time, they rediscovered themselves.

Brijesh – Saale kyaa ghatia harkat kar rahe hai ye log. Saalo ko peetne ki ichha ho rahi hai…

Puneet – Kutto ko sach me maarna chaahiye yaar.

I was still silent. I just don’t know why my blood was not boiling. May be the real life situation actually made me blank to such an extent that all my martial arts practice went in vane. Had there been two three people, I could have still handled the situation. But they were more than 25 and somewhere down the line, I felt that the police was also supporting them. After all, most of the policemen in Gurgaon are Jaats too. I wasn’t feeling the kick to do something, not even for cribbing. Rather, I was again very comfortable in being a mock audience. To my surprise, Puneet approached the PCR Van…

Puneet – Are bhai sahaab, ye sab kyaa ho rahaa hai? Roko naa inko…

Police Driver – Hum kyaa kar sakte hai bhai?

Puneet – Are aap log hi to kar sakte ho.

Police Driver – Har mall ke saamne aisa hi jamghat laga hua hai. Kis kis ko rokenge hum log?

Puneet – sabhi ko roko. Yehi to tumharaa kaam hai.

Police Driver – Aisaa hai, wo log itne saare hai. Aur hum log zyadaa nahi hai. Hum log kuch nahi kar sakte.

Puneet – To phone karo. Commissioner ko, DIG ko, aur force mangwaao. Agar Gurgaon ke saare malls me 500 log chaahiye to aur force mangwao. 500 police wale bulwaa lo…zaroorat hai.

Police Driver – kuch nahi hoga usse.

Brijesh – aapne phone bhi kiyaa?

Police Driver – rehne de bhai. Kuch nahi hogaa.

Puneet – Aise kaise nahi hoga yaar. Goli maaro saalo ke pairo me. Sab theek ho jayegaa…

Police Driver – Goli maarne kaa order nahi hai na humko. Warna hum goli nahi marte kya?

Me – Sab saale chootiye bhare hai is desh me. Bhenchod. Kuch nahi ho saktaa is desh kaa jahaa saale aise chondru log rahenge.

Readers; please don’t feel offended by the bad words (gaaliya) that I am using in this blog. I am just trying my best to incorporate the detailing of the incident as real as possible. And in reality, we certainly used such words.

I was furious. Surprisingly, even I was furious over the police driver. However, I was still just cribbing. I was not doing anything more than that. Whereas, Puneet & Brijesh were in full action. Puneet called one of his friends, who is in media and works for a popular newspaper as a journalist. The journalist friend advised him to take some pictures of the situation. Puneet informed him that we don’t have a camera handy. Disconnecting the call, first things first, Puneet asked us if we can arrange a camera or a video cam immediately, for which our answer was – no. He suddenly ran towards his car to get another cell phone which belonged to his elder brother. It had a very poor camera. Since he had no other option, he thought to use it. His journalist friend was instructing him from time to time. And I was still persistent in calling on my office desk trying some luck.

Brijesh – Bhenchodo ko marunga mai ab. Bus ab kuch kiyaa naa inhone, saalo ko zaroor marunga. Ab khoon khaul raha hai mera.

I was still thinking, ke apne bhai log thoda jaldi emotional ho jaate hai. Both, Puneet and Brijesh were ready to take control of the situation – more or less in a Rang-De-Basanti way.

And then the entire attention of the public went on to the entrance of Vipul Agora. Two couples, totally unaware of the situation outside, stepped out of Agora.

Brijesh – Puneet wo dekh saamne. Fir koi scene hone wala hai lagtaa. Chal unki help karte hai.

Puneet – Ek minute ek minute. Let me get the cellphone ready for snaps & videos. Wo dekh bhenchod saale lag gaye unke peeche. Chal…jaldi chal warna wo ladki ko chhodenge nahi...apne ko use bhi bachana hai...

I kind of, accompanied Puneet and Brijesh. Out of the two couples, one understood the situation that they were getting approached by a mob. So they walked faster towards their car. By the time the second couple would have gotten the entire picture, they were surrounded by the mob. Both, the guy and the girl were Chinkeys, the ones who belong to north eastern part of India. I don't know why, but people in India look upon Chinkeys as "Easy Preys" for satisfying their chauvinistic needs...Sensing problem, they started to run towards the City Center Mall…

We three too, rushed towards the scene along with other mock audiences who wanted to enjoy the show. This time, there wasn’t any security guard, nor were there any policemen as they were near to Sahara mall and the couple had already reached the midway to City Center Mall. Finally they were attacked by the mob.

Brijesh ran to sideline few of the mobsters so that the couple can get a way to run. He was like an Irritated Bull...

Meanwhile, Puneet was trying to get an angle to shoot. Everything was happening so fast that he was confused about the angle from where to shoot.

I was again shocked to see few of the mobsters pulling the girl in such a way that she fell on the ground and started screaming. I literally saw 2 – 3 people pulling off her top. She was retaliating and screaming like hell. Her boyfriend got sidelined by the mob. After all he was alone and was a thin guy who got scared with this sudden situation. They got her top halfly removed till her neck and started playing with her body parts.

I don’t know what happened to me at that time…I rushed towards the girl lying in front of me. I shouted like hell…

Me - (shouting in full volume) Bhosadchoooodooooo…Gaaaaaaaanduoooo…ek ek ki bund maarungaa aaj mai…Maderchoodooo kisi ko nahi chhodungaa mai…

Three mobsters were trying to get on her upper body. One after the other, I pulled each of them and threw them in three different directions. I don’t know how I managed to do so, but this time, I was feeling utterly powerful and felt as if I would kill anyone and everyone who would try to move towards the girl. I really don’t know if the mob was planning for a rape or just molestation, but I was truly in a killing mode. I pulled the chinkey boyfriend too and threw him on the girl so as to cover her body. But he could not balance himself. I was at the peak point of profanity yelling bad words (Gaaliaa) in Shudh hindi…Seeing this unexpectedly, few mobsters were slightly taken a back. That was the time, when I pulled the girl and made her sit. She was still retaliating, as she could not make out who was helping and who was misbehaving. She also hit me hard on my shoulder. By that time, I pulled her top (more of a T-shirt) from her neck, down to cover her upper body. May be that was the time when she realized that I was a helper. And she broke in tears…Till that time, I was constantly yelling all sorts of Hindi Gaaliyaa in full volume…I don’t have any logic for that. It just happened…Moreover, I kind of lost Puneet and Brijesh in the entire incident.

Chinkey boyfriend – Sneha, Sneha utho, Sneha…

This is how I came to know her name. Gradually she was getting unconscious and she again fell on the ground. I lifted her shoulders up and asked her boyfriend to lift her too…She was heavy but we both managed to slide her away from the mob. Meanwhile, I asked him his name, to which he replied - Sunny…

I saw Brijesh who was still bare handedly dealing with few of the mobsters. Puneet was still unknown. Sneha, the girl, was still half unconscious. I saw an Omni Van passing by, which stopped after seeing the scene. I requested the driver to take the girl in the Van. But the driver was apprehensive. He was then requested by other people to let her in. Finally he understood that the girl was in the problem and needs help. So he allowed us to get in his van. Sunny got inside the Van and tried to pull her where as I was pushing her from the ground itself. Suddenly she regained her consciousness and felt as if she was getting kidnapped in a Van. She again used her legs to hit, which finally worked. Her heels hit me hard on my upper chest. But soon I used her name…

Me - Sneha, Sneha, control yourself. Please control yourself…We are trying to help you.

She again recognized me and regained her calmness. But she was totally broken into tears. I asked her boyfriend to lock them up from inside and I immediately slide the doors.

That moment I felt as if my cell phone was vibrating. I checked and it turned out to be Puneet’s call. He called me at a distance and informed me that he could not take any of the pictures or videos as few of the mobsters forcibly threw handful of sand on his face due to which his spectacles fell and he suffered a poor vision in the darkness. He tried to search it but could not find it. So he ran towards his car, to get his spare ones…That was the best action for him considering the gravity of the situation. And that’s why he was missing from the scene for a short while. After all, this sadistic world believes in PROOFs, which we had to collect simultaneously saving the girl.

Unexpectedly, we saw Sneha stepping out of the Van. She was crossing the road to move towards the JMD Mall as she saw a few policemen there. We tried to stop her and requested her to get back in the Van. But she reacted furiously.

Sneha – (pointing her fingers towards us, she yelled) Ayeeee…Tum log beech me mat aao…

Me – Listen Sneha, I am the one who helped you. Just listen to me. Don’t go over there…it’s not good for you.

Sneha – I know you helped me. And for that I am very thankful to you. But please, let me handle this now. Stay away…please.

She then approached to the policemen and had an argument with them. Obviously the Jaat policemen were not ready even to support her. Bloody Chootiye Saale. And when she argumentatively addressed one of them by touching him, they got furious. Believe me, the policemen started slapping her and one of his friends stating – policewale pe haath kaise uthaaya…? Now the case was really deteriorated and again we could do nothing. Both the girl (Sneha) and her troop boarded their car and left the place. This was the time, when we three felt really helpless.

While the police was slapping them, one of the mobster identified me and said – Tune hi bachayaa thaa na usko? Jaa nikaal us ladki ko ab wahaa se.

Puneet again sensed problem and instructed me and Brijesh to leave the place as the mob identified me as a helper and hence may attack.

We left the place realizing – is chootiye Hindustan kaa kuch nahi ho saktaa kyuki yahaa ke log sudharnaa nahi chaahte. Of the entire public (close to 150, including policemen), only we three tried to take the situation under control…and we did it successfully by saving Sneha from getting molested/gang-raped. But on a larger picture, we still failed as there was not even a single arrest post the incident by those Jaat policemen.

We are still shocked by the entire incident, yet a sense of contentment prevails just for one reason – we won’t find ourselves guilty of being a mock admirer. As we lost faith in the civil defense mechanism in Gurgaon, we decided to take control of the situation. We boarded our car and literally did patrolling on the entire MG road, till 4:30 in the morning. We informed several couples and girls coming out of malls, and pubs about the incident and the probable danger, escorted them too, till their cars and caretakers and were thanked by them instantly. We realized our responsibility, accepted it and executed it till everything was cleared up. Few females co-operated with us. Few, got more frightened where as others just thought it to be an innovative style of getting along with girls.

There were these two girls outside the City Center Mall whom we requested to leave the place as soon as possible citing them the danger of walking alone on the streets.

One of them said, we don’t have to worry, coz my Dad is in Army.

To which I replied – The only problem is that your Army Officer Dad is not here, so please co-operate.

Soon they realized their mistake and asked for help, and we escorted them too, towards one of the girl’s boyfriend waiting in a car on the opposite side of the road, who again considered us pranksters.

We tried to help a newly married couple for about half an hour but failed to do so as the lady had a quarrel with her husband and she was settling it on the road. She shouted on us too…Oh God! Kaise kaise namoone milte hai raato me, help karne jaao, aur ultaa galiyaa khao. Ultimately, they lost themselves in the narrow lanes of DLF phase 1 and we left for our office.

The moment I reached office, I found one of the team members from the GBG team, who gave me Saurabh’s contact number. After learning from Saurabh, that none of them faced any problems after the 3 Idiot show, I was quite relieved.

We are still shocked to such an extent that we could not sleep properly. It’s been 11 continuous hours that I am blogging this incident. And in the morning when we went to the same place around 7:00 am, to search Puneet’s fallen spectacles, everything seemed to be so perfect as if nothing happened there during night.

The very first night of 2010 taught us many things that definitely affected our personal lives. We have witnessed one of the most heinous things that can happen to a woman. We would definitely be haunted by this incident, if at all we see any kind of mischief happening around any female.

Secondly – it's our humble request to all of you that "don’t just rely on the civil defense mechanism of the country. It is BAKWAAS…So start taking control of situations on your own by coming forward to help"…

Thirdly, just grab a chance and leave this chootiya country along with your ladies, as soon as possible. You never know, one day these mobs might start attacking homes too.

And that’s not the last one…

This is for all the females (girls/working women/elderly)…

PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE DON’T GO OUT FOR PUBS, DISC’S AND LATE NIGHT SHOWS AFTER 9:00 PM IN GURGAON ATLEAST.

EVEN IF YOU ARE WITH YOUR PARTNERS OR PRESIDENT / PRIME MINISTER / ARMY OFFICER DAD’S, YOU ARE NOT SAFE, AS THEY COME IN A MOB…

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, BELIEVE SERIOUSLY & COOPERATE, IF SOMEONE IS GENUINELY TRYING TO HELP…