My Doomsday Moment

My Doomsday Moment




I was excited for my first day of my first job at McDonald's Rohtak. This job was suitable for me as it allow me to continue my studies. I was prepared for hard work because my friend who worked there told me about extra workloads for newcomers. It was after I delivered my first order mob of hundred people entered in the mall where my workplace my McD was also situated and started destroying everything. I was frightened with their screams and shouts. They were not only destroying property but also looting things and attacking people. Soon some twenty to twenty five people with lathis in their hand also entered in the McDonald. I was near the entrance, they pushed me down and started beating me. I was hoping that someone would come and save me but all staff was receiving the same treatment even girls were not spared. They started setting the mall on fire, somehow we all came out before the fire started. I was witnessing my workplace in blaze. Our manager told us to go home now. My home was not very far from the mall so I reached home receiving few more blows from the people on the road.

When I reached home my mother was standing and crying outside with my younger sister as our Jat landlord threw them out of the house. She told her to wait till her husband and son reached home but he didn't listen to her. Our things were scattered on the road many of which were picked up by the agitators. After sometime my father came whose condition wasn't different from me. He took us to our relatives nearby where things were controlled by the army. My mother was worried about my elder sister who hasn't returned home from her work from Murthal. My father has informed her to come to this new place where we were staying before he came to pick us but it was long time ago. As night approached my father was also worrying for her. It was then we heard knock on the door. My sister entered with torn clothes, wounds and bruises were visible on her body. My mother hugged her and started crying, my father remained still for few minutes and then collapsed on the ground. I lost my workplace, my home, my father, my sister was raped and soon fire engulfed that house in which we were staying with all its occupants. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Comments

  1. I will never understand why people who have the strength to burn a whole state, need reservation. The government is mum and scared. Your post written from a victim's point of view is really nice.

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  2. You brought tears in my eyes. I am moved by this post and can't understand such hatred in attacking innocent people with a Maun Govt to whom this situation is a boon. Sad that such apathy and law and order is not reinforced. Thought provoking, the post touched my nerves.

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    1. your comments always encourages me to write better

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  3. Totally moved by this post... very heartwarming indeed. :'/

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  4. Oh my.. that's really a terrible thing to happen. :( Thought provoking post and awesome narration Cifar.

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