Stalking Rent and bus ride by Puneet Rajhans

Stalking Rent

As i left Nagar for city there were multiple stalkers on the bus and in the nearby traceable areas who were quite heavy and busy. First about the Neeta bus service. THe guy who runs this bus service needs to be made to understand that nothing succeeds more than an appreciable bus service than letting ruffians dominate the proceedings for entire commute.And this is precisely what happenned when i boarded the bus which should not have been boarded in the first second and third place. The boss needs to be hauled up. Because the driver was the other monster who was not even aware that thick plumes of dust were getting into the air conditioned bus and this status made it more amenable for dust particles to settle in and giving more leg space to the man on the wheels to add to the misery by updating his skills of driving rashly. These drivers of private buswallahs are a law unto themselves - and they give a damn to traffic rules. Essentially this observation stems from my over 17 years of travelling on national and state highways. And here lies the soothing take to this unpalatable proceeding. The best part is RR Services and Konduskar bus services have begun their operations and hope they would be better in their conduct and true to their verification.
Before writing about the untamed tribe of stalkers a word or two on accommodation in Nagar. Accommodation has always been and would be a big issue in Nagar because the authorities have for the past three decades literally shut their eyes and ears to the way the unchecked commercial development (hotels and one to seven night accommodation points) has come up in the spiritual centre. They charge unimaginable exorbitant rate and expect you to check out before the designated time and with no extra wait. It is true of 90 per cent of hotels in the spiritual town; grim reminder to the way things have panned out in the past seven to eight years. Except for the Samadhi Mandir and Dwarkamai and Chavadi nothing radiates the Sadguru's blessings and his spreading waves. The very fact that they don't connect to prayer connect (four times a day) makes them more amenable to such acts of impropriety. Had they been remotely associated with prayer connect sessions even once a day or alternate days, the commercial signposts would have been least visible.Not stopping at exorbitant rates, most hotelwallahs would deliberately let someone continuously thump the floor above your room all day and night so that they can make you understand that those with deep kala pockets can wreak havoc as large army of unemployed are willing to give you a ride that would be an unpardonable sight. Hurling filthy abuse in accommodation points outside Capital gives the Intruder Munim King the shelf life and gnawing realisation that unlimited moolah would give him the gear to shake the simple foundation of others.
The stay in the Capital in the past five years have been a torment of sorts given the untamed usage of unaccounted moolah that has led to an entire tribe of stalkers get into the groove day and night. And this was the concern high on my mind as my stay in Nagar was drawing to a close.
As i checked out of innumerable accommodations i stayed in, the man sitting in a dhaba showed his reflex action as if he was just waiting for me and my destination. He gave a long stare from a distance and was immediately on a cell probably with a message to tell. Same thing happened in Nashik where a man repeatedly came to the front side of the bus and repeatedly shouted that the bus was meant to proceed towards one particular destination. How could you dismiss it as a coincidence that the morning meals you have in a joint followed by the wait for the bus at a travel agent office the same bunch of men appear with stalking rhyme. Not once but repeatedly.
I just fail to understand what these stalkers want to achieve. Their masters are monsters and mark my words all their patronisers would suffer and generations after generations in their family would be stalked and their receding,rocking fort rocked.
As the bus left Nagar for the city , some stalkers were sitting next to me and finding the situation quite pretty. As the bus entered the periphery, one stalker changed his seat and was on a cell to his patroniser whom he wanted to greet.
I knew the destination they were supposed to get down so i deliberately remained put inside the bus for long so that i could escape from their frown. Even though i got to the accommodation, by morning i had known the stalkers had got to know my place of three day admission. It was an awful sight and in the stations and the locals they gave me an admonishable fright.
Stalkers and their patronisers, as some suggested in the bus, be firmly told that they should look beneath their homes and dirty conduct that continues under their nose. What your sons, son-deprived status men,servants and daughter indulge in you should clinically look at that instead of wasting your kala dhan on keeping a tab on someone's travel acts. Criminal Intruder King and his illegitimate band of henchmen including the servant-turned-sons have enough money lure to make others to fall to their bait - reflected through acts of untamed taling others outside Capital - and let the acts of impropriety take a new face. You would suffer and that is for sure as nothing would make you amend as you have enough money lure. Time is the sole factor that is making you not differentiate between good and bad as stalking and torturing are vices that are fast losing fad.

By the way how could stalking be possible in spiritual centres? THe fact of the matter is some people haven't had a developed mind and with an undeveloped mind and finding thrilling such stalking grind as it gives them enough moolah which they can't make in the entire season of hulla and gulla. So stalkers would thrive as the time is on their side but a day would come when they would have to repent as these very vices would grip their generations whose elders have grown on kala dhan and the money they gave to large army of unemployed youth as stalking rent.
As i returned to the Capital, the first hour was spent in the station to get me some breathing space from the stalking battle that was supposed to get into the familiar race. Things hadn't changed a bit and by evening the stalkers and their monster bosses were getting into acts of shameless intrusion and demonstration. The next few days are hard which my bus colleagues have told me but things can be managed as another spiritual outing could be on the cards.