RAW ARK

Intro: I hardly go unnoticed in the hustle bustle crowd of Delhi. I was called Chinki (nowadays after the fine and imprisonment declaration I hear them calling momos instead of Chinki) and they could speak words in nasal tone just as to imitate the people belonging to specific regions.

   There was a time when there was no ladies’ coach in Delhi Metro, and thus, begins this story.

It was monsoon; my brother (who is now in the US) came to Delhi to pay me a visit. The shopping was fine, the food did not give him any stomach infection, and, as usual, he did not have good opinions about this city. We boarded the metro, our destination was Rajiv Chowk (CP), the coach was overcrowded; it was difficult to breathe but easy to smell the rotten and golden. A man (I have to describe you what he was wearing, he was in tight yellow pants, pink ultra tight T-shirt and pointed black leather shoes which meant that he was super horny. In fact, he looked like a pirated version of Power Rangers) started calling out, “Samsung, Samsung.” I was sure he did not mean to say that he was using a Samsung android phone, it was a clear indication that he was in a mood to tease me because he had an erection problem. I hardly lose my cool, but that day after seeing his puberty went wrong type of face, I was charged up, I said, “What does Samsung mean?” He became defensive and without any shame, he yelled, “I just came from Thailand and my friend’s name is Samson.” By the way, his friend was a distorted replica of Shakti Kapoor; he kept on smiling at me and it made me all the angrier. There was heated exchange of words, I started to speak in Ao Naga dialect, Nagamese and English (shifted between English and American accent) and Hindi and Spanish and French and Korean and Italian and Martian language.  At that time, the only wish I had was to make him extinct. Most of the passengers were having a gala time listening to our fights (so typical of the usual public). My brother did not come in between as I told my him that I could handle it and that it was necessary for my self-development. The fight continued till we reached Rajiv Chowk, the minute I got down from the metro I turned  towards him and said, “ To be continued…” The second part of the fight is still on, but I guess I do not have to wait for it to come as the game is on and every minute a woman of mighty courage and an untamed spirit is fighting that fight for me.