Telling The Hate Tale

It was 7:45 in the morning. The morning light was same. The only difference I found was the fragrance of the environment and the roof when I woke up. This is interesting that India has 29 states with their own distinct features and here I also find the difference of fragrance in the air. The air of Assam is nowhere to feel for the last 10-12 days. I was in Chennai; and on my way back to Assam in Bangalore-Guwahati Express, I found myself travelling through 5-6 different states.
   In the morning of the second day of my journey back to Assam, I could hear some noise in my compartment and among those bunch of words flowing into the air, I could very quickly catch ‘Andhra Pradesh’ that was uttered by one of the male-lady voice who perhaps board in the train while the train stopped in one of the Andhra’s junction that morning.
    I was sleeping on my stomach in the upper sledge of the compartment S4, seat no.70 and suddenly I got a hard slap on my buttocks. For the moment, I could quickly rewind the scenes in the movies or in real life too where Mother do everything to wake up her son/daughter and force them to leave the bed in the morning. But it was not so that morning, she was the different avatars of Mother I felt. She was what the Indians generally called them ‘Hijra’ who board in the train from Andhra Junction to beg.
     I didn’t wake up knowingly or unknowingly. Somewhere, I was afraid of her behaviour who ‘begs in demand’. And we the young people are the easiest victim of that fear. I knew I had the highest top of the train as a roof over my head and below the transgenders. Apart from these, all the young passengers were the victims. I could hear, my co-passenger, a young boy of 24 Sanjoy Basak who hailed from Howly had to take out a 100 rupee note after the repeated begging in a tone of demand. He was helpless.
   I didn’t turn my stomach as if I was in hibernation. The transgender kept calling me in a harsh tone, repeatedly slapping me hard anywhere on my body. I bear the pains till last. Running out of patience, she tried to pull me below. I caught hard on the upper-sledge of the train giving all my efforts and resisting me to fall down. As if we were participating in a tug-of-war. At last she uttered some slang words, took out all her frustration and left. And I accept those words as a composition of the fragrance in the air of Andhra Pradesh from the train.
  Instead of feeling helpless like Sanjay and offer the transgender big note, I participated in the battle of frustration. The behaviour that the transgenders in the local or express trains conduct is their frustration I believe that has no solution despite to struggle with them to break their frustration out. It is true that trangenders are marginalised in every walks of their life; and being aware of that Indians are doing what they can. Tamil Nadu and Kerala are the first two states in India to recognise the transgenders and reserving seats for them in several government service or private jobs. Alongwith these two states, the other states like West Bengal and Hyderabad are also doing the necessaries. Its time the transgenders should act politely for their own benefit.