Raam Raam Rokadjee

I was hungry, as usual. But I'd to generally meet this person from my past. He was the absolute most popular person within our village for the reason that past- it was no mystery. He was the village's only cash bank Mr. Rokadpathi, after all.He was sitting cheerfully in his look at this time of the night in a relatively abandoned village. He had become hugely big and looked very sleepy. He appeared as if a beggar in those torn outfits, but he likely was a an stingy Millionaire."Raam Raam Rokadjee" I met him entering his shop."Oho! Munna! Come Come... Welcome back once again to the community, after this type of long time- it is been seventeen decades, is it? I read your letter...." He said."Yes, I wrote you that letter, I was not certain if you were still living here in the village...""Oho! Where am I going to go? I am not a intelligent boy as if you, going to Europe... Doing extravagant hi-fi understanding, huh?""Do perhaps not be so modest, Rokadjee! You're the brightest man out of this village... I remember the Godown days... I was only 8, but I still remember..." I said with a twinkle in my own eye."Oho! You remember do you? What would you remember?" he laughed drawing his belly."I remember the Us Government inspector bothering the town clerk for money... For the absent feed from the records... and you sorted the complete issue- by bribing the official and finding dozens of ration books in return... The gossip was that you got some 60 ration books! You must have made a king's ransom out of that!!""Oho! I'm merely a humble slave of the village... I possibly could not start to see the worker get harassed like that! He was a good man...""Ah, I always remember you using loads of grains through these cards each month once the trucks came... It was an impressive sight...""Oho! You're exaggerating! It is true some bags were got by me from them...""You also used to lend money to poor people like Dhaneeram... His harvest had failed and he was in desperate need of money... and you gave him... You had been the talk of the village for weeks!""Oho! Your mind has been made up by you to humiliate me, huh? Hahaha... ""Do you recall Dhaneeram's Chat Centre? "He smirked. "His Chat Centre! You say? It was a shack made of dried leaves!""But his Paani-Poori was amazing... Particularly the Masala Water was very tasty!""Oho! He used to clean his hands for the reason that Masala Water!"I was stunned. And soon we both started laughing hysterically."Haa... However you served that Hand-washer Dhaneeram, nonetheless...""Oho! It was not just Dhaneeram, I used to give money to lots of people, even those without much collateral... A ration book was enough... and I'd have helped them....""Yes yes! You had been a kind person, I recall well... Quite well... That's as an expression of admiration for all that you have done for me.., why, before making the nation for quite a long time, I've brought you, this bottle of Johnnie Walker. and my family...""Oho!!! Black Brand! How did you know I liked this?""It was only probably the most costly scotch this village had seen... and there were rumors, you know... and I heard" I said smiling."Thank You" he said using the Scotch bottle and keeping it on the counter, possibly showing off, but alas no one was about to see this new purchase of Rokadjee."Have a drink?" he asked giving my Scotch."I don't drink, Rokadjee...""It is only 10 in the night... and nobody about to see us drink!" he winked."Haha... I really do not drink, Rokadjee, please appreciate yourself...""You certainly are a sharp small child like your father... Talking about your father... How's your family doing?""Do not you remember?""Remember what?""My three siblings... They... They died of....""Tuberculosis! Oho! From the now... It absolutely was an awful tragedy... Your mother had grown very poor and your father was out working as some day worker in Kanpur... And you had been alone with your dying family... From the these days... These awful days... it makes me cry only considering them...""Ya...""And in those days there have been no great hospitals! Those government hospitals were only a playzone for stray Classified cars... These were hard times!""Looks as you also remember a lot... ""Soon your mom died as well... And whenever your father returned reading the news headlines, he took you... And he completed there.. and visited Kanpur. Right?""Yes. It was... it was all... you know...""I know... I know, son...""Do perhaps not you dare call me, son- you money oriented monster" I screamed getting out my pistol."Gun!" he got up. His eyes were instantly alert and keenly followed the path of the Silencer. He was sweating profusely..."My brother... My sisters... died of malnutrition... of starvation! You rotten scoundrel! My mom became weak and my father had gone out buying job... And he wasn't around... My mother increased weak... She couldn't work... We'd no money... and my dad had taken a paltry 100Rs mortgage from you, with this ration book given to you as the collateral...""Now now... Munna... The past is past... Law enforcement will get you... for doing something stupid... you have a future... in a dangerous country... Dangerous girls... Don't you wish to see these white ladies?""I am leaving India each day! No body could touch me... I've nothing to fear! And who cares about who dies in this community, huh? Or maybe you have forgotten?""Look Munna... Tranquil down... I am an old man... I have a weak heart...""Shut up! Do you have a center? My loved ones starved as you offered the grains delivered from our ration book... You made a pile of money while we... While we... And you didn't give us anything... anything... Knowing full well that we can starve to death... and we did... and we did!!!"I could not manage my tears.I mentioned, "Raam Raam Rokadjee!!!" and I fired.Rokadjee dropped down. His pulse was checked by me. He was a dead hippo. Died of a coronary arrest. The first round was a blank in the tube of my gun.But the relaxation of the bullets were real. And he'd a massive family. Within the house- attached to the shop. Most of his children are true too.I guess it was time I presented them to each other...I was starving, as usual. I took the Black Label- I might drink a minumum of one sip- "For a better tomorrow... For a better India"