The young man ran past the gates of our hospital, across the drive way and into the foyer. He looked around in panic and bolted into the X Ray unit.
His clothes were dusty. sweat and tears ran down the gaunt face. His teeth chattered. He smelled of filth, hunger and fear.
“Call the police..!!”
“They will kill me..!!”
He gasped, skulking towards the shadows of the dark room
The x-ray technician froze. He watched the boy as if in a trance.
"Call the police..!! Don’t allow them to take me away..!! "
He pleaded, his sunken eyes looking around wildly for a place to hide.
“They starved me for two days….”
“Please someone call the police….!!”
He pleaded at the small group of patients and staff who had gathered around..
The crowd watched in alarm and panic as four or five men rushed inside the room..
Realization dawned as they watched the brash tee shirts clinging to sweating, lean bodies.. Arrogant flashing eyes and colored hair.
One man caught hold of the boy and started to pull him..
“No.. no..” the boy fell down to his knees weeping..
I was on my way to the lab when I saw a big crowd in front of the x-ray unit.
Something was terribly wrong..
People had a stricken look.. They were whispering to one another..
I could hear wisps of conversations..
“Call the police..!”
“Must be trying to get loan money back..!”
“Call the police..!”
“We must lock the door..! A gruff voice was speaking feverishly.”.
That was when I noticed Dasappen shoving people apart.. Trying to close the door..
As the crowd parted I saw few mean men trying to pull a petrified looking boy who was shrieking something
My heart was beating fast..!!
“Yes..! We had to lock the door..!!”
Suddenly I felt a blunt hit on my back..
“Move.. move.. “A cold commanding voice ordered and I felt myself being shoved out of the way roughly..
He looked about seven feet tall ..had golden brown colored hair and wore a tomato red colored tee shirt.. he walked into the room..
My heart was galloping..!!
“No we shouldn’t allow it.. we had to call the police..!”
I ran to my office..and dialed 100..
I spoke rapidly..
“Ma’m we have already got the complaint.. Police is on the way.. The voice was crisp..”
I rushed back.. And watched the scene in horror..
Everything seemed to move in a slow motion..
A huge crowd had gathered.. The boy was pleading something as he was being pulled across the foyer.. Few people had joined in the fight and was pulling the boy back.. Some were talking excitedly into their cell phones..Dasappen was in the center. Hugging the boy from the back.. His face was buried in the boys back.. His body was bent as he strained to pull the boy
Suddenly the golden brown haired leader took out a knife and flashed it in front of him..
There was a collective gasp. The crowd parted.. Many people moved back..
“Where was the bloody police..?”
I couldn’t bear it.. The boy was being pulled ahead slowly.. Surely
The procession had reached the porch and was progressing along the drive way..
I ran behind the crowd....
They were taking him towards a Qualiz parked near the gate..
I could see Dasappen still clinging to the boy.. Oblivious to every thing around him. his face buried in the boys back.. he clung.. Obsessively.. Compulsively..
“Dasappen..! I wanted to shout.. Let go.. They will hurt you..”
There was a collective gasp once more as a police jeep swerved in through the drive way.. My heart danced as I saw police men jumping out..
The inspector roared something..
The men froze.. Their body language changed.. There seemed to pass some unspoken communication..
I was surprised.. The men didn’t try to run away.. They just stood there.. Docile..
The inspector spoke something to the boy and the men.. Handcuffs were placed on all of them including the boy..
All of them walked towards the jeep like trained Labradors..
The Goondas seemed to have some unwritten code of conduct. All of us watched in spellbinding silence as the police jeep drove way followed by the Qualiz..
Pandemonium broke out..!!.. Everyone started speaking excitedly..!
“Must be loan money..!”
“The Goondas were talking about money..!”
“What if the police had not come..”
“Doc are you hurt..?” Someone asked..
“Nothing..!” I giggled.. “I will be proud to tell my boys about being hit by a goonda !” I laughed..
Must be “ Pacha vikraman.”. Gautam commented his mouth full of the chapathy and chicken he was gulping down,. as I told about the tall leader with golden hair..
Taj sat and stared at me. his huge eyes shone with excitement.. Peeps listened silently..
Imagine..! Goondas in Mama’s hospital..! Thank god Dasappen was not hurt..! I exclaimed..!
Dasappen..? The psychotic whose son died..? Peeps looked curious..
I had forgotten about Ravikutten.. his death.. No wonder Dasappen had clung so adamantly to the boy..
Next morning the first thing I did was call Dasappen to my room..
“It was only because of you that the boy was saved.. Somewhere his parents will be thanking you .”I smiled at him warmly..
“Yes the boy was saved only cos of me..” Dasappen spoke in his usual gruff over confident style..
I smiled again..
“Bala is worried that they will hurt me ..”
“Don’t worry .. they wont remember you specifically.. .”.I smiled .. “And they are under poliuce custody na..?”
Dasappen continued to stand there..
I wondered if I should say something about Ravikutten.. But I refrained myself..
I smiled again..
Dasappen.. Continued to stare at me.. strangely.
I felt uncomfortable.. The glitter in his eyes unnerved me..
Was it his psychosis..?
Or was it cos his eyes were moist..? Was he thinking about his Ravikutten..?
I wished he would leave..
Yes I was feeling uncomfortable..
My eyes too were becoming moist..
Good to hear that you were unharmed. The police must have taken the Goonds and the boy outside the hospital to some quite place and must have released the boy to them. The police and the goondas work hand in hand and with the political connection that the goondas have, the police will never dare to tocuh them. It is a very sad state of affairs...
Good to hear that you were unharmed. The police must have taken the Goonds and the boy outside the hospital to some quite place and must have released the boy to them.
The police and the goondas work hand in hand and with the political connection that the goondas have, the police will never dare to tocuh them.
It is a very sad state of affairs...
I read this yesterday night and it was like watching a tense climax of some film. I was hoping against hope while I was reading that Dassappan would finally win like in the movies!!! :) The ending was so touching. I hope the cops don't let those thugs take way the boy in some kind of 'internal arrangement' :(
Its tough to see such a situation..I guess you managed it pretty well..And, as silverline remarked, lets hope they dont have any internal arrangement between them.. Any updates on this incident ?
oh! man! good that none of them got hurted.. but its so bad.. goodas comming into hospital and everyone just seeing the scene!...:(..
A very well written post, I was spell bound wondering what was going to happen next.I am glad you were unharmed. I feel sad for Dassappan, losing a son.must have been hard for him.
nice story although it was a bit long......but it was nicely weaven through the different parts and the climax was special.......hope the boy is safe.....
dasappen was so real......
nicely written doc.......expect the same in future.....
my God Anu!! u have had a really adventurous life yaa!!i tried to sms u on ur new number,but....
its circumstances that push people to act in different ways.. he must have done this out of compulsion or maybe it reminded him of his lost son.. but the point is why only he clung to that child.. are we all waiting for our dear one to die so as to cling to another boy and save him?? people for all bad reasons refuse to react.. dassappen stood out of the crowd cos he REACTED.,
there is something amazing abt the way u narrated it...
i really dunno how to go beyond and explain anything more.
For once the cops actually turned up and caught those gundas on time!!!
It's scary to work in tense situations
bravo! and nice narration..
What happened after that ? Why was the boy too handcuffed ?.Hopefully Dasappan is doing Ok now and has been able to adjust with teh loss of his dear one .
Quite a gripping account. I almost felt that I was reading the screen play of some thriller.
Doc: the things we were used to watch only in movies now happening around us!! Good that none of you hurted and I feel sad for Dasappan:(
I am a visitor of ur blog for quite sometime. Should say that the stuff u publish has originality.
Ur narrative skill is superb.
3 cheers to a special doc (..)
thank god u are safe.
Thanks for visiting my space and holding me tight.
Keep visitng and now see other side of my nature....
I have chaged :)
Its been sometime off from the blog world.
i've been dazed doc! This is what you are so good at! You just keep us on nails..with real experiences.
Giving a hats off to Dasappen!
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