Written: Kaalan
Prologue
Every province has its own world of good and bad. Every bad event requires a quick recovery, it’s all about people who changes the color of consequences from a bad incident. Tamizhnadu is a state of India where people stand strong whenever difficult time comes like flood, drought, killing, political allegations and etc. Yes, forgetting may be a disease nationwide spread but it’s also good at some point to forget the bad events and move on.
There were few events which even shook tamizh people and stay home late night. Busy roads turned into scary. Midnight roaming and fun after booze party, gulfi selling and midnight tea vendors, all had been shut down for a while and the word recovery is void when sequence of murders takes place in the safest cities of the state.
Killing was regular from historical period to colonial period. After we all worked to rise our humanity and started to live in a sane world, killing has been justified to consider as an undercover task rather than act of pride or bravery. There have been costly murders took place every now and then but it won’t look horrible but when the killer is out with no easy killing weapons armed, killing turns to be very cold blooded and brutal. A heavy influence of shock passes through your veins and hit hard at your heart and stomach by knowing about that murder. Your heart loses its calm and starts to worry when you come to know the cost of living in this place is your life.
People die like flies overnight, you cannot walk alone at dark, and every shadow comes behind you seems like wild creature ready to carve your body and paint you with your own blood. Dying for no reason, all your dreams, responsibilities, friends, relatives and fun will be zeroed within seconds or minutes, this thought, this bad influence we are going to live in this story.
Chapter 1: Birth Control
Chennai 22, June 2008
Morning 8 A.M, many relatives gathered in Pradeep apartments, Vadapalani. Glazing silk fabric covered mid-age women took all over the hall and corridor with murmurings of darling couple’s wedding story. Though Sundeep’s dad is highly dosed up with heritage, religious and caste feeling from childhood, he has accepted the girl who belong to another caste for the sake of his son. It is still tough for bride’s father as he is adamant on caste feeling though he accepted the marriage, but he has ignored being part of wedding arrangements. Divya is a diva girl from school time. She had a hard time with stalkers, fans and friends for a decade before she found chilled out and charming person Sundeep in a photography course. Both have wander lust and try to show the beautiful world around us in high definition. Photography was not a bigger business at the time. Wedding photographer will shoot only weddings and not pre or post of wedding. Photo albums which had only faces, smiles and families but now albums are with heavy implemented HDR mode temple in background or bride has been man handled for the sake of pose and don’t show your face to camera its candid moments.
“Darl, I never thought this will happen in our life, I can’t put up this feeling in words like happiness, excitement or memorable. Of course, it has all of it but this moment I can’t enjoy because of struggles we are going through in recent days” Divya said to Sundeep in corridor.
“Babe, I feel the same way. The words they have said about us and the way they treated us; it all runs in loop at my mind. We could have had time to overcome this bad feeling and enjoy the moments of pre wedding.” Sundeep replied with poker face.
“What’s up roomie” Kavya pats on Divya’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you guys have the glowing face usually wedding people have?” Kavya asked with mocking tone.
“Nothing like that” Divya answered and pretend to be normal.
“One thing you don’t do at all… it’s pretending. With your overgrown eyeballs, most of the feelings are evident” Kavya said and turned towards Sundeep for confirmation.
Sundeep just nodded his head and remained calm, which is unusual from this couple. Then there was fast track cab stopped in front of the apartments. Yes, fast track the cab company sunk in recent years which had a kingdom in daily transportation at 2008. From Tavera a group of people jumped out with full of laughter. Sundeep and Divya suddenly had a bright smile on their face.
“Cheer up guys, it’s your moment” Pradap said.
“Few bad memories already taking over your present, are you gonna add another day into the list” Bhuvana said
Constant cheering up helped to set the mood on marriage couple and for next few hours apartment echoed laughter.
Ayesha Mahal, same day evening
“Where did he go?” Raghu asked to Pradap. Raghu is a friend from same gang who is a social study for many of his friends. He has a characteristic which doesn’t have one. His behavior always ends up in questioning, either good or bad. If he asks something, then that is going to be a serious trouble.
“Why, what happened” Pradap fumbled the sentence thrice.
The seriousness from Pradap’s tone was adopted by the group instantly, which created a fuss over them.
“Hey guys” Sundeep’s voice sounded from nowhere, everyone turned towards the side of sound source. It is Sundeep with smile and excitement all over his face.
“If you go somewhere without letting us know, I will knock your bell down before wedding bell rings” Pradap said in serious tone.
“She and I needed a private time before all these gala starts so I went to beauty parlor and had a talk with her” Sundeep said in calm.
“Don’t keep that puppy face, it’s annoying” Bhuvana said with smile and gulped vodka from mini flask she had.
Two days flew like anything for the friends whilst Sundeep and Divya had a tough time with all standing, sitting, swinging, running away, coming back, smoke, fire and sound, simply wedding stuffs. Nevertheless, last to eat at dinner and breakfast. Marriage is not awesome it’s just tiresome, which made them to sleep over the entire day of June 24, 2008. Meanwhile their relatives started back to native and Kavya returned to UK.
New couple was getting ready for Bali trip at the late evening of June 24, 2008. It was night 2 A.M. they got into cab for airport and the cab was in midway.
“Babe, did you bring condoms” Divya asked.
“Actually I didn’t buy it” Sundeep said.
“What, I can’t have babies as soon as we got married, it shouldn’t be like our marriage which happened in hurry burry” Divya said.
“Driver please stop, I will get right away” Sundeep said
“I have seen a pharmacy in the corner of the street, I will get condoms” Sundeep rushed to the corner of the street as if condoms weren’t invented in Indonesia, maybe he is fond of Indian flavors.
After few minutes, loud scream heard from corner of the street. Divya and Driver ran to the corner. The scene stunted Divya and driver. Sundeep head was smashed in a heavy stone on the pavement of street. Blood flushed out soon and covered the concrete with thick blackish red blood. Since there is no large vehicle passed by on the road it is clearly not an accident. Divya cried out loud and in her lap she held his head which is smashed hard and skull is no more a skull. Torn skin is usual but torn skull is hard and hardly seen incident.
Every East has a West, in the west side of Tamizhnadu. Erode district.
“Bro, condom” Komala asked.
“You got customer it seems” Motel owner said and took out a condom.
She giggled with Yes and got into a truck, Komala is a highway prostitute, highway prostitution is not like regular prostitution, this is quick and dealing with many customers with minimum rate ranges. Few may get high rated customers, of course, expectations of those customers are different.
“What is your name” Komala asked.
“Is it important, do your job” driver has shown his rough side at very beginning and he slide lengthen (Lungi in native language) a side and shown his genitals. By then few truck driver treats a woman like this is no wonder though she is prostitute, they are used to it and so Komala.
“What about the person in the back of truck, doesn’t he need one” Komala asked with a fake blush in her face.
“One isn’t enough for you” Driver said and laughed while pushing her face towards his genitals. Komala twisted her mouth to disapprove the joke.
Truck has been stopped in a midway and truck driver said let’s go out. He dragged her to the field. After few minutes animal in him woke up and he started to manhandle her.
June 25, 2008
A fine morning started with the flash news as follows
‘Double homicide in Chennai. Sundeep and his house watchman Periyasamy who was found dead in front of the apartment both have been stoned (hit by stone) to death’, which was a shock to police department and Sundeep’s family.
‘Prostitute was raped and killed in Erode, body found in the bushes at outskirt of Erode. Crime scenes have been taken control by police department.’