Read Part - I
Time changed, things changed and we started living together in Delhi. His family abandoned him. And my family didn’t know about him. We were happy. He loves me a lot. There were a few differences, we sorted out. We had similar views on religion. We didn’t find any harm in practicing two religions at the same time. If we can have multiple life insurances then why can’t have faith in multiple religion. One or the other will lead us to heaven. I am criticized among my friends for being with a hindu boy. I know he might have faced the same. We never compared the two faiths because we love each other. We love peace.
“Hey baby,” he kissed me.
“Oh it’s time,” I smiled, “Quickly get ready.”
“I am ready, just I need to shave. I know you will take time.” He pushed me towards the bathroom.
It was Rohit’s birthday celebration. We did our post graduation together. Rohit and Adarsh were good friends. The hall was full of friends and relatives. I was the only Muslim and that made me feel awkward.
I felt others avoided me. But Adarsh never let me down. He was always with me. We enjoyed a lot at the party. Adarsh even had a few drinks. We were a bit in a hurry as Adarsh had interview next day.
“What did they ask you?” I enquired about the interview.
“Not much, about current affairs. Oh, they have even asked me about my stand on current ordinance passed by the Central Government which allows Bangladeshi Hindu immigrants to be citizen of india.”
“One minute, let me guess. You are against the ordinance. Right?”
“No, not at all. All were in favour of the order except the interviewer.’ He replied.
“Why are you people partial to Hindus? A hindu or a muslim, a Bangladeshi is always a Bangladeshi,” I reasoned. “Will you leave some of your land for them?”
“I have not thought about it. And may be yes, if others do.” He smiled, “Okay leave the topic. Please get me dinner my sweet heart.”
In the morning I was afresh. It was bright outside. I had forgotten what happened last night. I was happy. He was sitting near window with the newspaper.
“What’s there in the news today?” I asked him while cuddling with my pillow.
“Our Prime Minister is making us proud in USA.”
“And?”
“Curfew in Gurgaon.”
“What the hell!” I was shocked to the news. “Why?”
“A few miscreants put beef in a temple last night. Eye witnesses say it’s a muslim boy.” He continued, “There was almost a riot last night when we were sleeping. What the hell wrong with these Muslims?”
I was quiet all of a sudden. Why? Just why can’t people live peacefully?
“I condemn what happened last night but you can’t blame the whole Muslim community.” I shared my views.
“Yeah, but repeated nuisance created by Muslim miscreants compel us to think this way.
Those days we argued very often. Everywhere the topic was same, Hindu-Muslim. Muslims think that they are being exploited. They don’t care about the so called Muslims exploiting Muslims. A few Muslims wave Pakistani flag in India and apart from criticism, nothing is done against them. Had it been in Pakistan or Saudi Arabia, the terrorist groups would have killed them. And the Hindus think Muslims are terrorists.
“Hindus have been exploited,” he said.
“Be straight forward. Say it, you hate muslims. They should not be in india, isn’t it?” I was aloud.
“No, not like that but all Muslims always unite and separate themselves from any talk. For instance, if a Muslim boy is accused of some misdeeds then the whole Muslim community comes up to declare him innocent.”
“Yeah, ofcourse, if an innocent boy is victimized then why should not we come forward?”
“Every time it happens, be it Kasab or be it Menon. You think all are victimized, why?”
“You hate me because I am a Muslim? You want me to convert?” I wanted to make it clear.
“When did I mention that?”
...Part III
Time changed, things changed and we started living together in Delhi. His family abandoned him. And my family didn’t know about him. We were happy. He loves me a lot. There were a few differences, we sorted out. We had similar views on religion. We didn’t find any harm in practicing two religions at the same time. If we can have multiple life insurances then why can’t have faith in multiple religion. One or the other will lead us to heaven. I am criticized among my friends for being with a hindu boy. I know he might have faced the same. We never compared the two faiths because we love each other. We love peace.
“Hey baby,” he kissed me.
“Oh it’s time,” I smiled, “Quickly get ready.”
“I am ready, just I need to shave. I know you will take time.” He pushed me towards the bathroom.
It was Rohit’s birthday celebration. We did our post graduation together. Rohit and Adarsh were good friends. The hall was full of friends and relatives. I was the only Muslim and that made me feel awkward.
I felt others avoided me. But Adarsh never let me down. He was always with me. We enjoyed a lot at the party. Adarsh even had a few drinks. We were a bit in a hurry as Adarsh had interview next day.
“What did they ask you?” I enquired about the interview.
“Not much, about current affairs. Oh, they have even asked me about my stand on current ordinance passed by the Central Government which allows Bangladeshi Hindu immigrants to be citizen of india.”
“One minute, let me guess. You are against the ordinance. Right?”
“No, not at all. All were in favour of the order except the interviewer.’ He replied.
“Why are you people partial to Hindus? A hindu or a muslim, a Bangladeshi is always a Bangladeshi,” I reasoned. “Will you leave some of your land for them?”
“I have not thought about it. And may be yes, if others do.” He smiled, “Okay leave the topic. Please get me dinner my sweet heart.”
In the morning I was afresh. It was bright outside. I had forgotten what happened last night. I was happy. He was sitting near window with the newspaper.
“What’s there in the news today?” I asked him while cuddling with my pillow.
“Our Prime Minister is making us proud in USA.”
“And?”
“Curfew in Gurgaon.”
“What the hell!” I was shocked to the news. “Why?”
“A few miscreants put beef in a temple last night. Eye witnesses say it’s a muslim boy.” He continued, “There was almost a riot last night when we were sleeping. What the hell wrong with these Muslims?”
I was quiet all of a sudden. Why? Just why can’t people live peacefully?
“I condemn what happened last night but you can’t blame the whole Muslim community.” I shared my views.
“Yeah, but repeated nuisance created by Muslim miscreants compel us to think this way.
Those days we argued very often. Everywhere the topic was same, Hindu-Muslim. Muslims think that they are being exploited. They don’t care about the so called Muslims exploiting Muslims. A few Muslims wave Pakistani flag in India and apart from criticism, nothing is done against them. Had it been in Pakistan or Saudi Arabia, the terrorist groups would have killed them. And the Hindus think Muslims are terrorists.
“Hindus have been exploited,” he said.
“Be straight forward. Say it, you hate muslims. They should not be in india, isn’t it?” I was aloud.
“No, not like that but all Muslims always unite and separate themselves from any talk. For instance, if a Muslim boy is accused of some misdeeds then the whole Muslim community comes up to declare him innocent.”
“Yeah, ofcourse, if an innocent boy is victimized then why should not we come forward?”
“Every time it happens, be it Kasab or be it Menon. You think all are victimized, why?”
“You hate me because I am a Muslim? You want me to convert?” I wanted to make it clear.
“When did I mention that?”
...Part III
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