Kaalika Devi – The Transgendered Mother

From our book, ‘The Unconquerable Heart’

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Kaalika Devi – The Unconquerable Heart:

 

Perseverance of Motherly Love:

Munna heavily battered and bleeding all over, knelt with his hands tied backwards. He was over powered and surrounded by Ganguram’s cronies. It had only been a while since Sylvia was removed from the scene by the local Police Inspector. The Inspector had no reservations as to what Ganguram planned to do with Munna. He only feared a backlash from the media if an American was involved, little did he care for the life of a fellow Indian. After all, India had a billion population and snuffling a few, here and there wouldn’t really matter. They would always breed again. The Inspector only did the country’s bidding, leaving the wretched soul, at Ganguram’s mercy.

Ganguram, a mid-thirties, big burly dark man with over-fattened muscles and an unruly beard sat on the bonnet of his jeep, smoking a cigarette and facing a helpless Munna. He wore a blue-coloured jeans and a brown coloured cut-banian with knitted holes all over, and he had a big diagonal scar that cut through his left eyebrow and left cheek, right from above his forehead. Together with the scar and his intimidating personality, he looked more like a fiend from hell than a human. A pickaxe lay by his side and his face exuded an extremely large whiff of arrogance and authoritativeness, as he smoked, watching the beaten down man, who knelt before him awaiting his exalted decision.

Ganguram was absolutely in ‘POWER.’ He always visualized himself as the uncrowned king of the locality. The presence of hundreds of residents gathered all around the busy street, meekly witnessing the injustice being meted out to Munna, without offering any opposition whatsoever only enhanced his ego. But the captor, Munna, still smiled weirdly even though he was in great pain, and Ganguram was greatly miffed at not being able to elicit his desired frightening response from a subject under his control.

Meanwhile, Kaalika Devi, who had stepped out of the canteen a few hours ago, for procuring weekly purchases, was just around the corner, approaching the street that led to her canteen. Seated in a rickshaw along with tightly stacked bags of flour, sugar, oil, meat and vegetables, she was just returning from the market, when she saw a police jeep approaching her rickshaw from the opposite direction. A police jeep in her street was a rare sight. Curious that she was, she turned back to observe the open trunk of the jeep and she found a girl seated in the trunk, wrapped up in a blanket and escorted by constables on all sides.

The girl was crying and Kaalika immediately recognized her to be the same gal, whom she knew as someone, recently moving closely with her son. She was a little surprised at first, to find her sobbing and sitting in the midst of police men in the back of a police jeep. As she tried to analyse what could have happened, the hooting whistle of the rickshaw man – usually applied by the rickshaw puller, to make way through a crowded street, caused her to turn back and notice the large group of people gathered all around the street, blocking the way to her canteen.

Now, she was even more surprised to see a large group of people gathered all round. She knew from experience that whenever people gathered in hordes on Calcutta streets, there was either a street fight or a street performance. She suspected the former now, as Durga didi was not there to make Munna perform and she herself forbade Munna from breaking rocks long ago. The sight of a sobbing Sylvia seated in the back of a police jeep and the presence of a large crowd gathered in front of her canteen, together, caused her to sense trouble. No sooner had the thought of her son being in trouble flashed across her mind than she instantly jumped out of the rickshaw, leaving behind the hard bargained purchases and jostled her way through the crowd.

To her horror, as she emerged out of the crowd, she found Munna kneeling and bleeding all over. She immediately ran up to him, knelt before him and hugged him to her hearts content. ‘Munna… mere bete…’ (Translation: Munna, my son…) she called out anxiously fondling his battered face. ‘Maa… maa…’ Munna coughed up the only syllables he could utter and smiled weirdly in response. She discovered that his hands were tied up and she frantically tried to untie him without noticing the cronies who stood guard.

‘Abhey woh Hijde…’ (Translation: Hey you fucking eunuch…) a heavy baritone voice calling out for a eunuch shocked her. She was used to being addressed derogatively, but the rough menacing tone of the caller baffled her, she looked around to find Ganguram seated on the hood of a jeep and exhaling a puff off a cigarette.

He gestured her to come along, Kaalika had seen Ganguram before and had even heard of his barbaric reputation, but she never knew him in person. She meekly ran up to him, knelt before him and held his feet. ‘Use chod do, bhai… bacha hai…’ (Translation: Please leave him, bhai.[1] He’s just a kid.) She urged him earnestly.

‘Kid!’ Ganguram expressed his shock at Kaalika’s downplay. ‘He’s grown like a fuckin ox, he beat the shit out of my men… shamed me in front of all these mother fuckers.’ he shouted pointing at the crowd that stood watching.[2]

‘Please excuse him bhai, he’s mentally challenged.’ Kaalika pleaded fervently pressing Ganguram’s feet.

Ganguram mellowed down a little after hearing that his shamer was mentally challenged. How else a sane person would challenge him otherwise, he thought.

‘Who’s he to you?’ He asked Kaalika nonchalantly, all the while continuing to smoke.

‘He’s my son, Bhai.’

‘Ha-ha! Since when have eunuchs started birthing babies?’ Ganguram laughed meanly and his cronies too joined in the banter, insensitively laughing along with him.

‘He’s my brother… Gangu bhai… I have raised him as my own son.’ Kaalika explained.

‘This bastard killed my reputation.’ He said and picked the pickaxe lying by his side. ‘Now, I’ll fuckin cut off his arms.’

Ganguram’s menacing voice and his intimidating look caused Kaalika to shudder in fear. She caught his knees tightly ‘Bhai, he’s not only mentally challenged but deaf and dumb too. I beg you for forgiveness on his behalf. I will compensate you with protection money every month. I will do whatever you ask of me. Please just forgive my Munna just this one time.’

‘Then tell him to come and lick my feet.’ Ganguram said lighting up another cigarette. ‘Then I’ll forgive him.’

A nervous Kaalika quickly removed Ganguram’s shoes and socks, ‘I will lick bhai… I will lick…’ she said and began to lick Ganguram’s foot.

Munna was visibly hurt watching his mother lick a goon’s foot, he shrieked expressing his sadness and tried to stand up, but he was beaten down quickly to his knees by Ganguram’s cronies. Shaky and skittish, Kaalika continued to lick Ganguram’s other foot too. Munna unable to watch the horror, closed his eyes tightly and cried in pain. Ganguram insensitively puffed smoke in circles and smiled wickedly, witnessing his shamer in pain for the first time, since he got him on his knees. His barbaric ego was a little satisfied, but then Munna’s ardent reaction triggered something even more heinous in his evil mind all of a sudden.

He caught Kaalika by her hair and pulled her up, ‘Aaaggghh.’ Kaalika squealed, reeling in pain as Ganguram tightly pulled on her hair. ‘Does he love you just as much as you love him?’ he asked sadistically looking into Kaalika’s eyes.

‘Yes Bhai… he loves me a lot…’ she replied servilely

Hearing that, Ganguram smiled wickedly. He squished the burning cigarette on Kaalika’s ‘left side of the collar bone.’ ‘Aaarrrgghhh!’ she shrugged at her shoulder with her hands and cried in pain tapping her legs frenziedly, as the flame burnt through her flesh. Witnessing his mom in pain, Munna tried to stand up once again, but he was again beaten down mercilessly with hockey sticks.

Ganguram picked the pickaxe and Kaalika felt that he was about to approach Munna. She caught Ganguram’s cheeks and pleaded earnestly, ‘Bhai… bhai… Please bhai… Please…’ Exhibiting nil sensitivity, Ganguram caught her by her hair again and pinned her face down to the bonnet of the jeep. He then unbuttoned his pant with one arm, loosened it to his knees, pulled down his underwear, pulled up Kaalika’s sari to her waist, exposed her naked derriere, and then he pushed his manhood inside her and humped her mercilessly holding her neck tightly to the bonnet.

‘Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!’ Kaalika cried in pain as Ganguram barbarously tore apart her loins.

A loving son that he was, Munna, though in great pain himself, shrieked relentlessly objecting to the barbaric act and made another valiant attempt to stand up once again, but he was again promptly beaten into submission with sticks and chains. Ganguram while continuing to hump Kaalika, looked at Munna, waved the pickaxe at him menacingly and stuck his tongue out implying that he would cut him to pieces if he were to resist anymore. Munna tightly puckered his eye sockets, closing his eyes shut and helplessly cried his heart out, cursing himself for having gotten his mother into such a deplorable situation.

Ganguram was highly satisfied, as he ultimately triumphed in extracting the much-desired pain from his shamer – the deaf and dumb idiot. Having had his fill, he buttoned up and ordered his cronies to ransack Kaalika. Insensitive barbarians that they were, a dozen of Ganguram’s cronies then took turns to unleash pure devilry on a poor eunuch, in complete broad day light, in the presence of hundreds of souls who were long eunuchized off of their guts. After almost two hours of unhindered barbarism, Ganguram left the hapless eunuch-mother and her beaten down deaf-son on the street to fend for themselves.

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[1] NOTE: Bhai means ‘big brother’ in Hindi. It is a word denoting veneration. In India, people address a person as Bhai when he commands a lot of respect, by virtue of his respectable position in the society, or sometimes by virtue of his notoriety. In this case, the latter is true.

[2] AUTHORS’ NOTE: The characters speak in Hindi throughout, but to keep you, our reader, engaged, without any distractions, we have decided to present the conversation in English itself. Happy reading folks!

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