- Veeranwali reached the court of God to appeal her case!

- Yahan Jajbaat badalte hai roj mausam ki tarah yaaron,

Bina Patazd or Sawan Ka Moonhi Bhi Nahi Aata.

The entire Country has become stunned by the Manipur incident. Women have been stripped naked and raped. In this country where women are worshiped as goddesses, the incident of Veeranwali comes to mind when the rapes are taking place. Because of that event, the then dependent country, after drinking the bitter sip of humiliation, vowed:

"In a state where women are not respected, true justice is not given, that state should be abolished. A woman's spirit is the fortune of the world.'

The outcry of the people of the dependent country at that time shocked the British government, because it was an Englishman who stigmatized a woman and it was an Indian woman who was stigmatized.

Many trains come and go at Rawalpindi Station. Many tourists get off and on. Many cars are sometimes late. As the train was late, the passengers spent the night in the railway rest house. A woman named Veeranwali. Not even seventeen years old, Joban made his first appearance on the stage.

That beauty went to her brother's house. Bhai lived in Rawalpindi. It was believed that it would reach on time, but the train was late and Veeranwali reached the station at twelve o'clock in the night. No one came forward. The woman thought to spend some time in the rest house, then go home as she got a little tired. The station is a place of people, how is the danger there?

The girl went to the women's rest house. This beautiful girl also took her seat on one side. His mouth had the saffron color of youth. On that saffron aura, the dim lamp began to pour golden juice. A youthful flood blossomed outside. When this beauty was trying to put her sweet little girl to sleep, some four eyes were staring at her from the window.

Often there were those murderous eyes that roamed the gaze of such lonely prey. These glances have trapped many hunters here. Now he had a hunting gap, and in that gap, he was proud of himself, belonging to the ruling class, that pride was special.

He was an Englishman. Master of this station! Mur in the name. A servant named Fazal was helping him. The thief's brother Ghantichor or the servant and the master saw this fresh prey and the donation was spoiled. It was midnight. The last carriage had arrived and departed. Except two or four lamps of the station, all others were extinguished. One or two watchmen were sitting far away and eating zokha.

A silent solitude and a destitute power. The white master begins the play's first entry. The fisherman spread the net to catch the fish. Station-master Murray suddenly asked the lady in a loud voice, 'Where do you come from?'

The girl got scared and said, 'I am coming from my father-in-law, I am going there to my brother.'

Seeing the dove innocently, the hawk doubled its speed. The English stationmaster Moore again threatened, 'Don't make me. I will go to meet a lover.'

'Hey brother! What iniquity are you talking about?' With such an allegation, Veeranwali was left half in half.

If you have not seen the tail of religion! Lately there is a lot of smuggling going on, many gangs are coming, you seem to be one of them!' Moore went on spreading his net.

'So sir! If you have time, look at this box of mine!' The girl raised the pot to confirm her innocence.

'What is thin, your butt will also have to be impaled. I know where cunning women hide smuggled goods.' The English stationmaster rolled his eyes, frowned, and pretended that this wicked man was about to eat this woman. The girl was shocked. He looked around for help, but the whole world was oblivious. Only the English gangsters were cautious. The monstrous eyes of that fair moor were disturbing the girl. She stood up. Like a charmed mannequin, the white thread was painted.

Innocent girl! The poor man was struggling to clean up the accusations on his head. She went back and forth to ascertain the truth. He did not even imagine that the guardians of this public would harbor such a monstrosity for such a weakling. The station master led the girl into the adjoining room. As the animal was drawn to the place, the master suddenly closed the room after drawing it.

The naive pigeon screamed, but its scream fell on sleeping ears. There must have been watchful ears, but he had knowledge. He had a new feast in mind for a new hunt.

After a while the door of the room opened and the station master said to his servant, 'Fazal! Go, drop this outside the station.' The servant Fazle led the girl, but sir, if he himself is the Shirta of Shato, where is the servant loanee from? He led out the plucked, fluttering dove, but midnight had no idea - what was outside or what was inside!

As if wandering in a labyrinth, the girl again came to a room. The door slammed again, screamed again, Kakloodi again! Fazal followed the path of his master and practiced Satanism.

Even the darkness shuddered at this demonic act and Fazl sent the girl away in a horse carriage, who was on the verge of perishing in the light of dawn.

The humiliated girl was now suspicious of the horse-cart driver as well. Don't know who does not take advantage of the loneliness of a destitute girl! For that, she bravely sustained her collapsing body and unconscious mind and got out of the carriage.

In the morning the cars came. Passengers boarded and disembarked. Horsemen left. With that, the distraught woman came to her brother's house. It fell in such a heap. He said, 'Brother! It has not been worth living. Dilute the poison.'

And Veeranwali narrates his drunken past while crying. The brother ran to the police station. Such a terrible accusation against a forward white station master! The police also hesitated, but Nirupay Jakki had to take a complaint to satisfy the young man and the cold police operation began. The girl recognized the two elves. Those two ghouls completely denied the crime and said, 'There is a scumbag. We know nothing.'

A medical examination was conducted to confirm the matter and it was proved that there was a criminal relationship with the girl.

The two ghouls turned their backs, and said, 'This girl practices immorality. He had full consent in our relationship which was considered a crime.'

The case went on in court. But the world is a strange market. Its causality cannot be understood. This case has become the dominance of the skin instead of the skin of a helpless woman! The big people declared that such conspiracies were carried out by the famous Hindus to defame the bright character of the whites and that such women were being released!

But the case went on in the court of an English judge to show that the British were fair. A jury of nine men sat to assist the English judge in justice. Nineteen whites, not a single native! What do native people understand in justice?

Also, why can the black people judge the white members of the Great British Empire? After all, this was a conspiracy of blacks against whites!

The girl got her in-laws to witness her sheel-marya. The in-laws said, 'Our daughter-in-law is Sheelwati.' The girl testified to Pieria for her special cleaning. The father said, 'We have not seen a single taint in our daughter. It is a fake pearl.'

Newspapers used to make strange noises. Some were silent, some were silenced.

This time, some conscious people saw in this not a woman, but an insult to the country of India. They recalled the old stories. Insisted on fair, just justice to the whites. A native woman was raped by a British army unit in Rangoon. The woman died due to extreme torture. If the guilty persons could not be caught, the whole squad was punished by the court.

But the same British turned a blind eye today. The jury unanimously acquitted Stationmasters Mur and Fazal. The judge will accept the opinion of the jury. This was not a judgment, but a warning to the distraught girl. The poor man went home, committed suicide, and became free from a miserable life! There was no other way for Abla to live with dignity. Suicide is the last resort!

This whole incident aroused anger in the hearts of the people of India. Flares also appeared at some places, but they soon turned to ashes.

At that time, this incident became a burning furnace in the heart of Lokmanya Tilak. When Lokmanya Tilak was on a tour, he came to know about the whole incident. At that time his suffering was immense. Anger engulfed him. He realized the sufferings of the defeated people. Lokmanya Tilak wrote in the column of his letter 'Kesari' in words that make one forget the sharpness of a dagger:

If such an incident happened in countries like America, people would have burnt the culprit alive without waiting for the court investigation. A Hindi man who tries to embarrass a madam is sentenced to 20 years of hard labor and criminals who defame a girl like Veeranwali get away with it! This is an insult to justice. It is direct murder of Nyayadev.

'And the most tragic thing is that a woman of the Aryan country reaches the court of God to appeal her case, knowing that the natives are not able to protect her!'

These words struck lightning in the deadly clouds. The subjugated country, drinking the bitter gulps of its humiliation, vowed:

'Abolish the state in which women's dignity is not maintained, true justice is not given.'

anecdotal

A ceaseless barrage of allegations and counter-allegations

A doctor in a mental hospital got into the habit of playing a game with a half-insane patient. With a rupee coin in one hand and a ten rupee note in the other, the doctor asked the psychotic, 'Say, what will you take from this?'

That patient asked for a rupee coin every time. Such a game continued for twenty days.

Even the nurse got tired of this 'game' and stopped playing it for a day. He asked the patient, 'The doctor shows you a one rupee coin and a ten rupee note, so why do you ask for that rupee coin every time? Don't you know that a ten rupee note is worth more than a one rupee coin?'

The patient said, 'I know very well, but I also know that the day I ask for the note, the doctor will stop playing this game with me, so.'

We remembered this because the situation like that patient is from different parts of the country. If the ruling party speaks something, the opposition immediately sits staring to criticize it. Someone alleges that democracy has been killed, someone worries that the country has fallen into a hole, but the fact is that the atmosphere of this country has been spoiled mostly by the statements of the leaders and the accusations and counter-accusations of the parties. If this game is stopped then the people of the country will feel peace.