The Judgement

They murmured to one another surrounding him, just like a crowd of clouds surround a lonesome sunray, not a word said to him, yet a thousand spoken addressed at the name of one person, Ram Srivastava.

Person 1: "Is he really the one who did this?"

Person 2: "Who else could it be?"

Person 3: "Rich people can't really be trusted."

Person 4: "But couldn't it be that it was someone else?"

Person 1: "I believe he did not do it, but he did wrong to someone else who took revenge this way".

Person 5: "Do you think all really think this is the time or place for discussing something like this."

Person 2: "Huh, we are just deliberating the cause of a tragedy someone has incurred. Any issues? Something wrong with that?"

Person 5: "Who do you believe you are? The Jury? The Government? The God of the Cosmos? And who exactly are you even trying that excuse on? Don't act naive here, you just want entertainment out of everyone's misery, by making 'gossips' to share with your idle idiots."

Person 1: "If you have so much of an issue then we all should leave, how would that be?"

Person 5: "Honestly I could care as much about your presence here, as much as you are doing for the gravity of situation. You want to leave because some asks you to act empathetic instead of an emotionless dullard, worse than a parrot that still manages to say one meaningful word, then feel free, TO GET LOST."

Person 3: "Calm down pal, fine. Listen, no one talks on this anymore. You okay with that?"

Person 1, 2, and 4: "Fine!!!"

Person 5: "Better." (leaves)

Person 4: "I don't know what's wrong with this guy, he ain't even related to Ram by any chance."

Person 2: "He's just a nosy nitwit. Pure annoyance."

Person 3: "He ain't wrong though, no matter how much you hate it, it is about the place and time, and we shouldn't make these conclusions ourselves."

Person 1: "Now you please don't get started."

Person 3: "Just saying the truth brother. Fine. I'll take a leave."

Person 5: "Such a spoilsport. He ruined all the fun."

Fun... I missed where it was,

• maybe in the agonized moistened eyes of the mother,
• or in the glittering salted drops over the son's cheeks,
• or maybe the efforts he made to subjugate the sound of each cry he wanted to make,
• or was it, in the fear he had for the uncertainty of his and his kids' future?

Isn't it all tragedy? Oh well, a winsome wise wicked said once, "it is, more or less one's tragedy that becomes comedy for others."

There is a blanket of words, wrapping all the air that surrounds them all. While everyone speaks of him and what he did to his wife, no one speaks to him.

Judgments being built, over unseen evidences and blind witnesses, printed and accepted, rewarding a social punishment for the crimes weaved up by the self-declared cheap imitations of the supreme justice.

Long before even the court began, these alibis of ignorantly established social condemns, passed their verdict.

Verdict, that's illegal but will be followed.

Verdict that was always ready and waiting for an opportunity.

Verdict that decides the crime, not the punishment.

Verdict that gives entertainment to the viewers not justice to the victims.

Verdict that perhaps, broke the spirit and letter of low altogether.

Verdict, that teaches you to overlook someone's gloom and despair.

Verdict that tells you judge with a judgement in mind that you want to prove right.

Verdict, that doesn't care if it's someone's funeral.

Person 1: Oh, yeah, I forgot, it was his wives funeral. May the soul rest in peace.

And all joined him in the picture of irony, saying, rest in peace, dear Sita.