sorry for blogging late ,was busy with work.#cheers.
It was cloudy and damp.My cotton shirt was already wet because of the humidity.It took me one hour to reach St.Xavier's college everyday but today I was late.I don't know what problems in Dadar made my train reach the destination so late.
7:00am lecture.6:00 am train from kurla.Hopefully I reached VT station by 6:50am,people called me topper or so,yes and I never bunked my lectures and usually I was never late before.Still 10 minutes to walk.God just let me be in time.
As soon as the train came to stop I ran out running the long way platform almost pushing away whoever came in front of me and that's when I bumped into a little kid who was about 12-14 years old,tomato red face with a fury jacket and long track pant,maybe I wonder that kid was from Kashmir from his overall attire .Sorry was my word and i left without any further interaction.
12:30pm while returning back ,I saw him again sitting on the suvidha desk counter,pale look with watery eyes . My curiosity had no bounds.I went closer and what I saw shocked me .He was handcuffed by the RPF.I enquired and got to know that he came this morning from Delhi .
Father is missing.That's all.
Why is he handcuffed if his father is missing? I asked the inspector sitting besides.Sorry sir we cannot give you the details.Excuse me I am a citizen of this country and I should know why this kid is handcuffed.Please understand sir.
I was upset and angry.Looking at me the inspector took me aside and told the story which blew me away.Showing no sign of panic,he said ,we found some RDX in his bag.
What!!! No no sir this can't happen today morning I met him he did not have any bag with him nor did he carry any suitcase.
I am a freelance journalist for TOI may I just ask few questions to him,I assure nothing would come out of it.
₹500 . huhh!
₹500 ! Chuck I gave him the money and sat besides that poor little fellow.It started kind of like this:
Me: hello,didn't we meet in the morning.Sorry for bumping into you I was in hurry .What is your name?
Boy: (crying) ka ka kab kabii....
KABIR.
Me: Why are you crying betaa,look I am here to free you.Tell me why and how you came here.
Boy:(sobbingly) papa lene nahi aaya, main Kashmir se aaya hu.
Maa ka dehant huaa ,papa bole tu idhar aajaa bambaii.Ticket bheje hum akele aagaye
Me: tumhara saaman?
Boy: maa ne pehle hi bhijwaa diya.
Me: acchaa fir yaahaa aake kyaa huaa?
Boy : hum station pe aaye papa ka intezaar karre thee,bhuk bhi lagi thi toh ek aadmi ne aakar puchaa ki kuch khaaoge hum bole haa.
Mere haath main bag thamaa diyaa aur bolaa ki abhi toilet jaake aate hai yehi ruknaa jaanaa nahi ,bhag ke nikal gaye voh ...itne main police aayi aur hame pakad liyaa.
Me: school vageraa jaate ho?
Boy : jaata thaa ,papa me nikaal diyaa.
Me: OK betaa kabir mere saath chaloge.
Boy: nahi papa aayenge.
Listening to him made me feel that he was innocent and generous as well as honest and not a terrorist for sure.He has been trapped.I asked ,inspector did he get any report of his father to which he said he is dead .We are still searching if he is same or not.This was something unusual for me and now the reality was getting to its climax.I was helpless,my mind was numb but I was firm to save that kid before he is taken into custody.
It was time for the petrol van to take him away at the station for further enquiry.I saw him rubbing his hands with pain and those tears which had no clue of what he has done.What he never did and what he never knew was going to end up giving him a bad future.I am fighting for his justice and I shouted do not worry KABIR.
2yeats passed...
Kabir is studying in 10th std.I got many funds from the people across the country when I started a campaign of save Kabir.I run an NGO named KABIR FOUNDATION where I get the privilege of serving kids who have lost their parents in various calamities or Ill health .End is always happy because we know that GOD is seeing our deeds and he will make us feel happy and pleasant when we meet him.
