Disclaimer: The monologue by Karishma in the upcoming update might be upsetting or triggering for some users, but this is solely my point, and the circumstances and topics may change. Please understand that everyone has their own experiences, and while I wrote this from Karishma's point of view, it is entirely my experience that I have shared, just in case anyone finds anything offensive or incorrect. Bullying can range from being mild to being brutal. Please don't comment here unless you want to be heard. I'm grateful.
Saying this Haseena turns to go, but is interfered by Karishma..
KS- Magar hum kuch kehna chahte hai Maddam Sir.
Haseena looks at Karishma and gives a nod to proceed.
Karishma comes a little forward towards the media, everyone gathers their mic towards Karishma.
KS- Dekhiye, hum naa toh abhi uss ladki ke baare mai kuch kehna chah rahe hai, naa hi Samairaa Vashisht ke baare mai. Hum abhi filhaal har parents, students aur teachers ko ek message Dena chahte hai. Jisme hume aapki madad chahiye.
One among the reporters- Please go ahead Ma'am.
KS- Ji Dhanyawad.
Aaj humara aab sab se ek bhut khaas vishay mai charcha karna hai, yeh ek aise cheez hai, jo humare saath toh kabhi humare aas paas hoti rehti hai, aur hum ussey ignore kar dete hai. Kabhi toh itna nazandaaz karte hai, ki humare samne woh hota hai aur hum ussey samajh nai paatey.
'Bullying' yeh ek aisi activity hai jiski wajah se naa jaane kitne students aur workers ne suicide kiya hai.
Aur hum jhooth nai kahenge, inn sab mai jinka sabse bada haath hota hai, woh hai Parenting aur Teaching.
Ek bache ke pehle teacher hote hai uske maa aur baap, jab woh tumhare needs, thoughts, problems ko ignore karenge woh bacha kaise ussey express kar payega, aur kisse karega.
Aksar hota hai, hum chote rehte hai, tabhi se yeh chidna- chidhana (taunting), maarna- peetna (fights), showbazi (show-off) start ho jaata hai.
Koi agar kamzor hai toh ussey aur dabaya jaata hai, tang Kiya jaata hai. Aur jab woh apne parents se complain karta hai, tab parents koi step nai lete, yeh samajh kar ki, 'bache hai, yeh sab toh chalta rehta hai' naa toh jiske saath hota hai, uske parents yeh sab rokne ki koshish karte hai, naa hi jinke bache yeh sab karte hai.
Hum jaante hai kuch parents yeh sochte hai ki jab bache mature honge tab unhe apne aap samajh mai aayega, par kya aap sure hai? Kya pta tab bully karna unki aadat ban jaaye, aur kamzor bachon ko dabna unki. Woh fir kabhi awaj nai utha paayenge, apne liye. Kyu?
Kyuki bachpan se toh iss buri aadat ko normalize kar diya gaya.
Chahe jitna bhi dimaag mai asar pade woh bache ko lagega yeh normal hai toh woh sahega, aur fir ek din chala jayega depression mai. Aur tab jab woh aapse dur bhagega, aapke aur aapke bachon mai koi bonding nai rahegi tab pta chalega ki woh asal duniya se kitni dur Jaa chuki hai yaa jaa chuka hai. Tab woh kisi se matlab nai rakhenge kyuki jab unko jarurat thi unke saath unke parents khade nai hue the.
Khair kai baar toh hota hai, humare maata pita hai, humare trauma yaa bully ke reason hote hai.
Har samay dusron se compare karna, baat baat par kamiyan nikalna, har waqt kosna, naa jagah dekha naa time dekha aur lag gaye apne bache ki burai mai, woh bhi kaafi gehra asar chodh jaata hai.
Aapko lagta hai aap reverse psychology ke jariye apne bachon ko encourage kar rahe ho, par aapko bhi nai pta chalta woh humiliation hai, bully ka dusra factor.
Karishma pauses and looks at Phuspa Singh for a few seconds.
Ab aata hai school, humne kai jagah dekha hai, primary school mai har bache apne teachers ko apna idol, apne mentor maante hai, unke liye unki teachers ki kahi baatein, patthar ki lakeer hoti hai, woh jo bole woh sahi.
Toh fir tab koi bhi teacher kyu uss waqt bachon ko yeh sab ke baare mai sikhati?
Good Manners, Bad Manners toh sab sikhate hai, par jab bully hota hai, toh teachers ignore kar deti hai jaise kuch khaas hua nai.
Ab jab teacher ne koi action nai liya toh bhala ek bacha kyu le jo already dara hua sehma hua rehta yaa rehti hai.
Sach kahe toh kuch teachers hi aise hote hai jo apne students ko bully karti hai.
Unhe itna Jaleel aur pareshan kar deti hai ki bacha hadd se Jayda helpless ho jaata hai. Ussey kuch samajh nai aata, Issey bilkul nai pta chalta uske saath Aisa kyu ho raha hai.
Hum ek ladki ka kissa sunate hai.
Apne first standard mai ek ladki thi, thodi alag thi sabse, aakhon mai gussa, behaviour mai dar, sabse chup, aur alag baithi thi.
Koi ladka aakar uske Baal khich kar gaya, usne ussey chilaya, aur apna rubber band cheenne bhagi. Kaafi shor macha, uss bache ne woh rubber band kisi aur ko pheka, aur aise hi Passing chal raha tha, ki teacher class mai aayi. Ab class mai machi bhagdad ko dekh teacher sak paka gayi, aur chilla Diya puri class par.
Sab jab baithe toh uski Nazar uss ladki pe padi jiske aakh mai aasun the, Baal thode bhikhre hue the, aur woh kuch dhundh rahi thi.
Ab teacher ko kuch pta nai, woh phatt padi uss new student pe. Bhut chilya kabhi discipline ke liye, par ek baar bhi janne ki koshish nai ki, kya exactly hua tha. Ladki ne kaha, par mam ne argue kar rahi hai keh kar chup kara diya.
Baat udhar uss ladki ke liye khatam ho gayi thi, par us teacher ke liye.
Teacher ki hogai ego hurt. Yeh soach kar ki kaise kisi ne mere se zaban ladai.
Toh kya fir, woh ban gayi target. Har waqt, har unke period mai, woh aati thi, uss ladki se jo man mai aaye karwati thi, sabke samne criticize karti rahi, pure bachon ke samne uss ladki ka manak bana ke rakh diya.
Ab jab teacher hi respect nai kar rahi student ka, toh uske saath Wale bache kya karenge?
Fir chalo, har roj ka, bachon ko bhi Liberty mil gayi ussey tang karne ki, aur woh teacher ki toh baat hi alag thi.
Baat itne aagey badh gayi thi, woh bachi classes mai, zameen mai baith kar likhti thi, aur uske saath padhne Wale bache uske copy par apna pair, joota rakh kar bhag jaate the.
Yeh baat uss teacher ko bhi dikhi, par tab bhi usne uss 7 saal ki bachi ko data.
Table kharab hone par uski school Tie se saaf karaya, class ki sabse naughty kid hone ka trophy pakda Diya, sabse alag sabse unique aur dimaag se thodi... Aap samajh Gaye honge.
Yeh hoti hai verbal bullying, aur humare desh mai, sabse badi bullies teachers hoti hai, jo kabhi bache ko samajhna hi nai chahti, bas apna hukum chalana hai. Par yeh bhi hai, jahan bura hai wahan acha.
Uss ladki ko baar baar coordinator ke paas bejhne ka ek fayda ho gaya, ki woh coordinator achi thi, unhone uss ladki ko samjha, ussey samajhaya, uske saath rahi, uski baatein suni.
Uski pareshani ko apni pareshani samajh kar hal kiya. Jisse jis ladki ke dimaag mai ab galat thoughts aa rahe the, jisse dar aur nafrat ho rahi thi, Issey yeh samajh mai aaya ki, nai, koi hai jo hume samajhta hai. Hume alag yaa pagal nai samajhta hai. Humare madad kar raha hai.
Par jaruri nai hai, har insaan ko aise log mile. Har bache ke saath sahi bhi hue aur galat bhi. Kuch hote hai, jo kabhi uss trauma se nikal nai paatey aur idhar aati hai, sabse bade shahayak ki baat.
Maata-Pita.
Jab aapke saath sab galat ho, aur aapke Maata-Pita aapko sab kuch sehne ke liye kahenge, aapki majburi ko, aapke weakness ko nai samajhenge tab aati hai, emotional bullying. Yeh koi forced nai hota, yeh ek expectations hoti hai, jo jab hurt hoti hai toh ek bhut bade trauma mai badal jaati hai. Jab jisse sabse jayda ummed hoti hai woi saath naa de toh vishwas toh girta hai naa?
Aur kya hota hai, depression, hatered, irritation, confusion, stress and anxiety.
Jab aapke apne maa baap sochte hai, ki nai, shayad mere hi bache mai problem hogi, tabhi toh har kisi ko isse takleef hai. Tab... Tab kaisa lagta hai yeh koi soch bhi nai sakta. Fir woi bache baate chupane lag jaate hai, kyuki jaante hai, batane ka toh koi fayda nai hai.
Aur dheere dheere apne hi family se dur ho jaate hai.
Kuch khud ko sambhal lete hai, toh kuch galat Influence mai aa jate hai.
Aur baaki toh... Bas zindagi khatam... Tanta khatam.
Hum wapas nai keh rahe ki har parents aise hote hai, kai kaafi supportive hote hai, jo jaante hai ki unke bache mai koi problem nai hai, problem samne Wale ke najariye mai hai, jo usse apni tarah banane ki koshish kar rahi hai. Par afsos aise lag kaafi Kam hai.
Agar aaj har parents unki tarah sensible, sensitive ho jaaye toh shayad jo itne suicides hote hai woh hi band ho jaaye.
Aur shayad fir yeh bachche dare nai, khul ke khud ko express kar paaye, apni baatein rakh paaye, aur sabse badi baat, khud ke liye fight kar sake.
Bas aapko unhe samajhna hoga, unki generation, unke soch, unki mental capacity. Kyuki bahar se dikhne mai sab normal hota hai, sab khush hote hai, par andar kisi pe kya beet rahi hai, uske dimaag mai kya chal raha hai yeh sirf usse pta hota hai. Aur jab uss samay aap yaani parents unko support nai karenge, teachers unhe nai samajhenge tab woi hoga jo aaj tak hota aa raha hai.
Hum Mahila Police Thana nivedan karte hai aap sab se, ki apne bachon ko samjhe, saath hi saath unhe sikhaye, samajhyae ki majak masti apni jagah hai, aur kisi ke insecurities, kisi ki boundaries ko chedhna kaafi alag.
Aap soch rahe honge ki hum yeh sab kyu suna rahe hai, kyuki...
Someone behind the crowd shouts-
Kyuki yeh kahani meri hai. Aur aaj tak maine akele inn sab ko suffer Kiya hai.
Everyone, including the MPT members, turned to look in the direction where the voice came from. To catch a glimpse of that person, everyone moves aside. Karishma smiles when she finally recognises her, as if she had been waiting for something. Haseena, who is standing behind her and had tears in her eyes from the story (zajbaati hai naa humare bai), also beams. While Santosh Sharma proudly leads the girl and her parents to the Mahila Police Thana platform, the MPT exchange amused glances with one another.
The girl gives Karishma a teary-eyed gaze. Karishma nods while communicating with her eyes, and the girl nods in return after easily understanding. The girl takes Karishma's place after she moves away from the podium where she was speaking.
Girl- Yeh meri story hi thi, jaise Karishma Maddam ne kaha, bachpan se hi mai bhi bully ka shikar thi, kisi ne support nai Kiya, even mere mom dad ne bhi. Par mujhe itna pta tha ki yeh mere se pyaar karte hai, isliye mai sab sehti thi. Bina kisi se complaint kiye, na hi unse lade. Woi karti thi jo woh kehte the. Isliye kai baar...
(The girl's voice breaks.. as she was crying saying everything)
They played with my self respect. Par mai kuch nai kar paati thi.
Mere parents middle class the isliye bas kehte the Aaj kal ho gaya, fir toh tum badi hogi toh koi nai karega.
Kabhi kabhi lagta tha kya bakwas hai yeh, par fir unki majburi bhi samajh mai aati thi.
Isliye mai sab kuch chodh ke jaane ke liye ready thi. Par jab mere parents ne Karishma Maddam ko suna, unhone ne apna decision badal liya.
Aur mujhe FIR likhwane ke liye allow kar diya. Thank You. Mere andar ka confidence jagane ke liye, mujhe apne powers ki pehchan karane. Thank You Karishma Maddam.
KS- Ab jab sab ho gaya hai toh chalo phir, FIR likhate hai.
SS- Karishma Maddam, ab sab jab sort out ho gaya hai, toh woh news bhi de dijiye.
PJ- Konsi news?
KS- Umm... Actually humne aur cyber department ne ek app launch karne ke request bejhi hai. Uss app mai se agar koi aapko bully kar raha hai, aur baat aapke rokne se bhi nai khatam ho rahi thi, toh uss app ke through aap police stations aur agar aap apne college yaa school mai hai toh campus ke andar ek signal send karega, jisse aapki sahayata ke liye koi pahuch sake. Abhi, humne aur Constable Santosh Sharma ne ek draft taiyar kiya hai, Issey taiyaar karne ke baad MPT Issey aagey higher officials ko bejhegi. Kuch 5-6 mahino mai yeh app, sab use kar paayenge.
Tab tak ke liye, khud ke liye lade, aur awaaj uthaiye. Aur agar baat na mane toh hum sab aapke saath hai, workplace, campus yaa Ghar jahan bhi jarurat pade, Mahila Police Thana aapki seva par datpar khada rahega. Jai Hind!
Haseena applauds enthusiastically as she hears this, her eyes shining with pride. She is proud of her best friend, who is also her junior, for taking such a great step to handle the media, the girl, and the situation to prevent further issues. Along with Santosh, PhsupaJi, and Cheetah, they join in praising their senior. They were all shocked and amazed by the plan Karishma had made. In the midst of this, Haseena and PhsupaJi come to a realisation they had long required. Now filled with shame, their eyes are. They are in tears as they look at Karishma.
A reporter interrupts as the MPT Team turns to leave.
R1- Maddam aaj election ka aakhri din hai, Aaj shaam jab votes out honge toh aapko kya lagta hai, kya hoga?
KS- Jo hona hai woh toh hota rahega. Abhi humare thane mai se kisi ke pass bhi samay nai hai, iss sawal ka jawab dene ka. Ab jab sab theek ho gaya hai, toh aap sab bhi Jaa sakte hai.
R1- Aur Samairaa Vashisht, unka kya?
KS- Woh department ka faisla hai, woi decide karenge ka behtar hai.
After saying this, everyone enters the station, PhuspaJi joyfully writing the FIR. Soon after, the girls who had committed the crime were arrested, and their families were powerless to stop it due to media pressure and a number of FIRs filed against them.
Throughout the mayhem that is occurring in the Station, Haseena beams proudly at Karishma. Her gaze was fixed on her.
SS- Maddam Sir (whispers, almost coming inside her ears, shaking Haseena)
HM- Boliye Santosh.
SS- Aap aise Karishma Maddam ko dekhti rahegi toh unko Nazar lag jaayegi, aur PhuspaJi aur bhagya ko koosengi.
HM- Aap kabse hume ghoor rahi hai, jo aapko pta hai, ki hum unhe ghoor rahe hai.
SS- Maddam, yeh toh idhar sab ko pta hai, even woh ladkiyon ko bhi ho jail se aapko dekh rahe hai.
Aur waise bhi Maddam Sir, aapki bhi aakhein gir jaayengi, unko bhi toh thoda aaram dijiye.
HM- woi toh kar rahe hai.
SS- Matlab?
HM- Aap nai samjhegi Santosh Sharma.
SS- Waise Maddam Sir...
Before Santosh could say anything, Billu rushes to the station and switches on the TV.
HM- Billu kisne permission di tumhe TV on karne ki?
BC- Arrey Maddam, abhi toh on karna hi tha, election ke sirf 5 minute bache. Aaj saabit ho jayega janta ko kya chahiye.
Billu puts a channel were two reporters were debating on the Two strongest and intelligent officers of Lucknow, while below them, a voting bar is displayed were it showed the voting numbers of Haseena and Karishma.
Before turning to the TV, Haseena and Karishma cast uneasy glances in each other's direction. They were aware that today would bring either happiness or heartbreak for one person. The police officers gave it their all to win the competition, but their love was afraid because they couldn't see each other's hearts broken and were worried about the repercussions.
Finally, after breaking eye contact, they both turn to the TV and see that Karishma had won by a margin of two votes over Haseena.
PhuspaJi looks at the television in a panic, hoping for the addition of one more vote. And it occurs.
They were tied right now.
There was only one minute left, and Karishma was in charge. All six were glued to the TV and didn't care what was going on around them.
Finally pulling out her phone, PhuspaJi searches for the voting website. After giving it considerable thought and moving her finger around the screen, she sighs deeply and clicks on Haseena's name to put her in the lead.
When there were thirty seconds left, everyone began congratulating Haseena. Karishma turns around to see PhuspaJi standing behind her, but her eyes immediately turn to her phone, and that's when everything started to change.
Karishma directs her gaze. She simply stared at the woman who resembled her mother and lacked any facial expression to indicate how she was feeling.
Now everything is void for her. Everything.