BY: PREM RAJ
"Deya, O, Deya, come, come here!" was the command reigning
the house, mostly delivered by her mother, Jeya.
And in return her mother used to say, "I did not call you, mad
"Well Ma, I thought you might have called me". Deya argued.
"No, No, you talk a lot better leave me now, let me cook something
before your father returns home", her mother said, harshly.
As she had taken hardly few steps to reach back to the place where
her friends Ganga & Paro were waiting to play with the dolls they
brought from their house, again the same command ruffled in her ears,
"Deya, O, Deya, come here", sounded her mother.
Deya went rushing to obey the command to the hearth where her mother
was blowing wind with her mouth to ignite the front portion of the woods,
not to let these comatose, so when she looked up and had inhaled fiercely
there came the ash particles thus covering her face which made Jeya
to cough and Deya to laugh.
"Why are you laughing at me?" said her mother in broken words
due to the continued coughing.
"O, you, naughty girl, go away, do not eat my brain as now I do
not remember why I called you", said Jeya.
Deya came back to her friends to chalk out a programme for wedding
ceremony of their dolls, which were to commence soon after the eve of
"Holy" and to which there were only two weeks left.
"Ma, I shall go on to the moon to grow laliguras and its' fragrance
would come back to the Earth, with each ray of moonlight", said
Her mother laughed, "O, Deya! You wanna grow laliguras on the
moon", and again she went laughing and her laughter broke silence
of the night like a pebble thrown in to a still water.
"Then why a human being kills a human being?" "Why the
people of India are gripped with the feelings of heathen and exophagy
and why they attack the poor nations to burn peace and rob the land"
"O, Ma! Is it the world meant for and you call it the love, the
respect and affections for others?" said Deya, with full of hatredness.
To her utter astonishment, Jeya was answerless to her queries except
telling her to sleep, after giving her few kisses on her forehead.
What fine days of childhood were those when Deya was the symbol of
light and a source of love & solace for each one in the house!
The time passed quickly and now Deya had become a young lady with an
exquisite beauty, gorgeous gait & radiant style.
Deya took admission in the discipline of Mass Communication in the
"Tribhuvan University", which was located just four miles
away from her house. She also had become the president of the women
wing of the "Human Rights Committee" of the university. Deya
was always haunted by the feelings of shock & despair on seeing
the young children of Nepal joining the Maoists rebellious groups.
Their eyes were flooded with questions and their chest bones were the
answers to each of them. Deya was adamant to get the answers from the
horses' mouth because she wanted to reach up to the root cause, which
every time was creating a thorn in her mind.
She opened the mouth of the young soldier and found a half cut tongue
in the chamber.
"Well, I shall give you the money which can earn you good fortune
more than the one you get from those rascals", said Deya.
"O.K. Madam"!, volunteered one out of the ten, from the ill
fed squad, who had come out of the queue to help out Deya to remove
her worry. He said, "our parents are paid handsomely by the uncles
who smuggle us in the mid of a night to their country with flamboyant
promises of better future. There we are detained for lengthy periods
in army barracks where we are motivated on becoming soldiers of Maoist
Organization. We are given training on the Army Firing Ranges. We are
kept underfed for the purpose of remaining weak to work & lay mines
smoothly due to light weight. The children who gained weight were blown
up in the mine fields or have lost their limbs. We all are very conscious
of the weight because that is our survival, so the bones of our chest
are witness to the hunger we labour. We are trained to blow the bridges
and detonate bombs in the civil sectors to create panic and fear. We
are made to walk for many hours and are kicked by the soldiers and hit
with their guns, during the march. If someone tries to run away from
this rustic life, he is repeatedly subjected to brutal beatings, additional
violence, restraints and sensory deprivation. Even some of us die in
the process. We are given training on propaganda as well & are not
allowed to disclose our location of training or the names of the trainers.
We are repeatedly asked to say, we have been trained by the "Tamil
Tigers." If someone tries to leak out the secret he is met with
the fate like Ram whose tongue, you noticed has been cut. After successful
training we are sent to Army Brigades of Maoist Organization. With us
were many more from other countries as well, like Burma, Bangladesh,
Bhutan, Pakistan, Srilanka, Tibet and Kashmir", after saying this
much Deepak went silent.
Deya felt strangulated in this silence, so almost she yelled but stillness
"India, the damn India", someone spoke in the middle of the
"Oh, my Lord! We have become the victim of the hypocrisy of the
foe in the garb of friendship".
Deya knelt down before the ash casket while bowing, she said, "Ma,
you were absolutely right in claiming, that laliguras are not grown
on the moon, children are the real laliguras of our country who have
to grow well on this land & their fragrance of love, peace and affection
has to conquer the world.
"O, Lord, give me strength to remove the gun and hang the satchel
around the shoulder of my young lot".
The sun had set in the west but a "DEYA" was lit up to beat
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