A busy traffic day and everyone was angry and frustrated with there lives. Now everyone was getting late for nothing. Didn’t matter even if they would reach earlier. Didn’t matter if they wouldn’t reach at all. Crowd on wheels was depressed with the little things. This was common so they were happy about being sad. This was the way of life. Just didn’t think about being in depression sadness and anger or you would be more depressed sad and angry. Just follow the people in front of you. And they would take you to your destiny. This is the prime rule. Our guy was on his motorcycle when another car from the back hit it from the back. Now that was a really bad situation. Messing with a 17th batch arts student on a hot sweaty day wasn’t such a good idea. But the man in the car didn’t know Kamal.
Kamal looked really innocent by face. With a hair style of IITians and spectacles on eyes. Motorcycle was splendor on that which was matching the style of rider as it was the trademark of simplicity which meant business only. No show-off. Strange how people are fooled by simplicity sometimes. Kamal looked at the driver in disbelief. Driver came out of the car and started shouting on Kamal for stopping his bike on inappropriate place. There were around 100 people watching this wonderful event, where they could enjoy the fighting and might even participate.
Traffic stopped completely now because this fight was more interesting than offices and schools. But this was not fighting exactly because it was just one way. Like a man shouting on the wall because Kamal was still standing there watching this man and thinking about some distant thought of some other place or time. People were boosting him to fight. Blaming on other man and continuously blowing the horn of their cars and scooters. They wanted a scene but what happen next was enough to terrify them for the rest of their lives.
Man wasn’t satisfied enough with the curses and shouts so he came in the front and took out the key of Kamal and threw them on side. Kamal stabbed the driver 12 times before picking up the keys again. Time had been stopped. Road emptied in few minutes after that without need of any help.
There was only a dead body on the road right now. With three stabs in stomach, two on the eyes, two over the neck and rest over the other parts of the body.
Police came after half an hour and did some regular investigation they supposed to do.
Someone has seen the number of the bike in a nearby shop. With his help police reached Kamal and told him that they came to arrest him.
He killed another policeman who was trying to grab his hands and rest jumped on him to control the situation. They unarmed Kamal by taking his knife. Damn, he was too strong. Kamal bite on the neck of another policeman and didn’t opened his jaw until something hit his head hard. While being pushed to the police van he was saying 'do, do' continuously.
It was nice because he was quite in the van without any movement. Even his facial expressions were like a new born who was unable to understand anything. No one could say that he had killed a driver and a police-man today.
No one could say anything for sure about anyone of those. Police took him to the station by taking great caution that nothing dangerous should have been in the reach of Kamal. Everyone was scared of him because he was scared of nothing. He told police after sometime that he was hungry. They behaved like they heard nothing.
They didn’t know how to take him out of the van in the first place. So they told him to come out and he did. They told him to go inside the bars and he obeyed. They were playing with a beast. Touch him and you would die. He went inside, drank water from surahi. Sit right there below and closed his eyes.
They shift him to another place next day because he killed two more guys in the next five hours.
Trial didn’t take long and he got death penalty for blah blah murder killing blah blah....
His mother was there to look at him while so many scared gunmen were talking him to the jail. Judge told them to shoot him on any wrong move. As if he cared. Mother touched him on the face and started crying. The calmest person on the whole court was Kamal.
He was kept in a close box like room with no lights and fresh air. The only thing that could enter there were thoughts. But Kamal didn’t seem to have any. He was just looking for something to drink and eat sometime and sometimes just put his fingers into the holes of the walls to feel the light coming from outside.
He wasn’t thinking about bars and ropes. He fancied about a cycle which he saw while coming here. Green colored shiny cycle. Nice and clean. Wish if there would be some food and that cycle. Nothing much he needed. He didn’t know that he was going to die. He didn’t know what dying was. He didn’t try to understand why everyone was in a hurry and urgency to do something about him. Why everyone got a strange face and different clothes and uniform? What were they doing here or anywhere else? Where would be that green cycle right now? Where would be that bottle of cold water? Then questions stopped suddenly and he became as blank as a river stone.
There was a sound. His polythene of soup and bread was thrown inside. No one had sympathy with him here. He killed a policeman after-all. No one had the sympathy with anyone here anyway. Night was as good as day and all seasons were black and white. Nothing new for Kamal.
Next day another police-man found lifeless outside the Kamal's cell. Keys were still in the pocket. Kamal didn’t steal those. He just killed the policeman but didn’t show any smartness. Nice boy.