Saturday, August 17, 2013

Sameekshaa Chaturvedi ...

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth ... the little girl was oblivious to the pain of the World around her.

The second time round she was born ... she woke up in a pool of blood ... Not hers but ...

Thoroughly loved and pampered, she belonged to a family of eminent people . Her Daddy was the coolest .... A James Bond Personality, seen three brutal attacks the scars as bullet wounds on his torso evident of what his profession was yet a low profile IB officer living in the midst of commoners as a commoner. No one knew who he was but the Government.

He mingled in Diplomatic circles , a beautiful wife alongside. They were Happy.

One day, Sameekshaa wanted a particular doll.... he took her out and she returned home but he didn't.

They were travelling in the car with the driver , a Senior Inspector dressed as a Civilian Driver ... Suddenly , at a crossroad , there were Trucks coming at them at top speed ... In that instant.... IB Chief Chaturvedi knew ... That was the end. He had his daughter with him ... they were hit from both sides by the trucks.... the little girl saw the scenario unawares of what was to come. The car flung into the air and landed upside down, Daddy covered Little Sameekshaa for he knew what was coming ... there was a spray of bullets from all round and then there was silence. Sameekshaa had passed out. When she opened her eyes , she was lying in a pool of blood .... Her own yes ... Daddy's blood. She was blank and staring at the dead weight on her. Her Daddy had saved her.

He was given a silent funeral... no medals no honour .. he was a secret no one knew. She knew ... she knows and that is why she is who she is today .... A Skeletal remain who sees everything clad in blood soaked clothes.

Her mother blamed her for his death. Had she not asked for the doll, Daddy wouldn't have gone out. She was the culprit, the reason behind her widowhood. To this day, Mom doesn't talk to her. To this day, Sameekshaa looks at her photograph and cries each night. She never slept after that day and to this day, walks the World over all alone in the night seeking her Daddy. Where will she get her Daddy from?

She left home, when she turned Eighteen and never went back ... They call her, the Relatives but she has vowed not to go back till she finds Daddy and takes him back home to Mom and she knows deep within her heart , that she will never go back home.

She has travelled the World over ... High up and low ... All her relationships suffered as no one understood what she was seeking . A killer she annihilates and rids the Earth of offenders. No one knows her. No one ... Not even her Mom. She walks the nights ,,,, the streets and rids it of roaches of the society .... A silent killer .... She seeks Revenge ... She seeks the one responsible for her Daddy's death.

She sees the Killer in every man that lies ... she sees him in every cheat ... she sees him everywhere.

She searches high and low for the one the one that ordered her father's termination. She seeks him everywhere.

Judge her not based on your assumptions and presumptuous biased views ... see her as the little girl that opened her eyes soaked in her own father's blood. See her as the little girl who seeks justice from the Government for whom her Father died but never acknowledged his sacrifice. She seeks justice for her Mother , who still dresses everyday in Bridal finery waiting for her Husband as she did that day , it was Karvachauth ... she still awaits him. Sameekshaa can not see her Mother in this state.

Understand her dilemma ... is all she says to the ones left behind.

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