Tark Se Mitaayenge Fark

The Discrimination - 2

Bondita's P.O.V :

"Lekin ....main aur Batuk aaj se inke sath niche baithenge. "  I said firmly. I looked at him with expectations, hoping him to support me. But even if he would have denied, I would alone sit there, for my Pati Babu has always taught me ' ekla chalo re.'

"Boudi theek keh rahi hai. Main bhi yahi baithunga , inke sath." I looked at him proudly. I wasn't astonished by his approval, for, I know he didn't believed in these norms and have gained enough courage from his dada to oppose.I saw everyone, standing shocked and amazed as they have never expected the fight to take this turn. Even the newcomers seemed to shocked. Our willingness to stand against the unjust fumed Neel and his friends with anger. Being the son of sarpanch, his ego was hurted that too by a girl. His approvals were straightly kicked off by we both.

"Aap kyu niche baithenge? Baithne do inhe niche. Khud ko ashuddh kyu karna?"

"Main nahi maanti ki inke sath baith kar main ashuddh ho jaungi. Aur rahi niche baithne ki baat, toh aap inhe is bench par baithne dijiye nahi toh hum niche baith jayenge." I said firmly.

" Aap kyu humdardi dikha rahi hai inke prati? Koi sage wale hai kya ye aapke? Questioned Neel.

"Ha hai!! Bohot karibi hai ye humare. Sirf humare kya hum sabke. Ye ek Bharatiya hai. Iss desh ke nivasi jinhe bhi jeevan jeene ka pura adhikar hai."

"Par ye neech jaat wale hai. "

I was really frustrated by hearing these two words 'neech jaati' . I tried my best to explain that the stratification that our soceity has made is completely wrong and baseless. But it seemed that they didn't want to listened. He yelled on us.

"Aapka inke sath baithne se hum Brahmano ka rutba aur naam kharab ho jayega."

"Voh toh vaise bhi ho hi raha hai , qki aap bhed kar rahe hai."  Claimed Batuk.

I was so proud of myself that I have such a supportive brother in law. I was proud seeing him fighting for the rights. 'Sangat ka asar' is something which is rightly said. I smiled on my own thoughts. My trance was broken down by the sudden cracking of the door. We saw our sir, entered the class. He might have heard the ruckus of our classroom.

"What is happening here?" He asked.

"Sir these Roy Choudharies are creating a scene in our peaceful class." He pointed his finger towards us.

"We are creating scene? Who started the fight first?" I frowned.

"Neel kya hua hai?"

" Sir ye naye bacche!! Neech jaati ke hai ye!! Inhi ke karan horaha hai humare kaksha mein kalah. Ye is bench pe baithna chahte the. Jab humne inkaar kardiya toh ye dono lad rahe hai humse." He complained.

"Kyu nahi ladenge hum? Galat hai toh hai!! Aap sab ko bhed karne ka adhikaar kisne diya hai? Boliye?"

Batuk's P.O.V :

I saw her holding her waist, the anger in her eyes and opposing the world with courage.

"Aisi reet hai."

"Main nahi maanti!"

I saw the three, standing with hopes in their eyes as they have met someone who would fight for them for the first time till now.

"Bondita!! He is saying right? Let them sit there. Why to get into such poor fights? Unhe aadat hai iski."

Wait what? Poor fights. Is this a poor fight? Seriously. Its a big and serious issue.