Panic, part-5
I surrendered to the police station realizing how dirty the police can be, how brutal the behavior of the police can be. They are law-and-order protectors! They maintain the country's law and order! When hearing their behavior, the ears are red with shame!
That evening, I left my elder sister father-in-law's house for Chittagong. Come to Chittagong around midnight. I came to the bachelor house of Agar (pseudonym), an elder cousin of the house. That is very unstable in my opinion.
Agar said, - opriyo da what will happen? Will go to jail??
I said, - There is no way.
- Do one thing, you run away from the country.
-Damn! Why leave the country? This is my country, my homeland. I have done no wrong.
- This country will not understand your justice and injustice. More than that, you are a Hindu! you are minority.
I said to myself, - You didn't say it wrong.
He said again, - opriyo da, you leave the city...
At that time Dulabhai's (brother in low) call came on my mobile
- Where is the opriyo now?
- I went to Agar's house. Did you eat and drink? Are your children well?
- I ate. Yes they are good. So you are surrendering to the police station tomorrow?
- Yes.
- I think it would be better not to go to the police station. If you go to the police station, the case will be filed again.
- Then what to do?
-You can do a job.
-What?
Switch off the mobile phone. Then cut off contact with everyone.
- What will Sanjay Da think? I promised sanjoy da that I will come.
- Hey, I'll manage everyone.
Sanjay da called again. I said to my Dulabhai's (brother-in-law), - Sanjay Da is calling...
Dulabhai said, well talk to him and Dulabhai cut the phone.
I received Sanjay Da's call and said, Hello?
-Did you come Opriyo?
- Yes.
- Where are you?
- At Agar's house.
- Have you eaten rice?
- Yes.
- Okay, go to sleep. I will call tomorrow when I take you to the police station.
Saying this, Sanjay Da cut the phone call.
Agar said, "Sleep Opriyo da."
While going to sleep, thoughts of the kingdom came to mind. Tossing and turning, no way to sleep! Will you torture me at the police station tomorrow or will my son-in-law care? Or argue about my beliefs? Or I will be beaten! As the night went back and forth, there was a kind of dawn. I woke up in the morning and took a bath to freshen up. After breakfast in the morning I called Sanjay Da...
Sanjay Da said, - Hello?
- When will you come?
- Well, I will let you know, Sanjay Da hung up the phone.
I came back to Agar's bachelor house and fell asleep.
Suddenly my phone rang. I jumped up and down! Let's see 2:30 p.m. Sanjay Da Phone. I received the phone...
I said, - Hello?
- Have you eaten?
-No.
- Well, eat and come to such and such a place. (not mentioning the name of the place)
I had lunch and went to the place suggested by elder brother. I stood for a long time, smoked tea and cigarettes. There is no news of Sanjay Da.
After standing for a long time, Sanjay Da got down from a CNG taxi.
I went ahead and said to him, - Now where do we go?
He said, - Let's go.
We won another taxis are running. Sanjay Da called the right hand man of an influential political leader. The right hand man asked me to go to the stadium gate. After some distance our taxi stop was next to the stadium gate after Kazi Deori. I first saw the right hand person there after getting off from taxi. He is black and fairly fat. He is the right hand of any influential leader by his demeanor. He pointed his fingers at me and said to Sanjay Da, - This is the Opriyo one! your brother?
Sanjay Da looked at me and said, -Yes.
The right hand said, - Go Sanjay sir goes inside the stadium.
Sanjay Da said, - Let's go.
We entered the stadium and went straight up. Where is the VIP Gallery. Where players, ministers, ministers sit and watch the game during international games. Peaceful environment. where there is no one Except for the three of us.
Sanjay Da looked at the right hand man and said the first thing, - Shuvashis Da what can be done about it?
Shubashis said, - That's what I'm thinking!
I have been thinking that the black fat right hand man is a Muslim. Hearing the name, I understood that he is a Hindu. But he is the right hand of the dominant political leader.
Shubashis Da sat me next to him and trained me for a long 30 minutes. I nodded yes. Let me say to the police, "I did not call Nabi Luichcha (womanizer)." I don't know who posted on Facebook. My name is being lied to. How many more lies he is teaching…. In the meantime, Shubashis Da called the police station, asking the OC when he would take me to the police station. OC said, - To take me around eight o'clock.
Then we came down from the stadium and entered a restaurant below and came out after having a coffee. Shubashis Da said to Sanjay Da, - Sanjay Sir I have spoken to the OC of the police station. Asked to take Opriyo around 8pm.
Saying goodbye to Shubashis Da, me and Sanjay Da took a taxi and went to Sanjay Da's private office. It was 5:30 in the afternoon. I am sitting in the office. It's been a whole day without logging into Facebook on my mobile. Everyone has been banned from entering Facebook. I had deactivated my Facebook account the day before. Each moment of time seems to pass very quickly. The evening passed. I said to Sanjay Da, -Dada, I came out as I came from outside.
Sanjay never smokes in front of Da. Dada says I respect Sanjay Da a lot. I think I respect Sanjay Da more than my father. First I went out and smoked a cigarette. I finished two cigarettes in a row. With tea. Again, I came to Sanjay Da's office with Center Fresh in my mouth. After some time Sanjay Da said, - Shuvashis Da has called. Let's go out.
I went to the gate of the police station and saw that my younger brother Sajeeb, Ratan mama, Shubashis da, and a friend of Shubashis da were waiting for us. Everyone surrounded me when I got down from taxi. Everyone is telling me in a suppressed voice that I should not forget to admit that I have spoken to the Prophet. I said to Sanjay Da, - There will be a case under section 295 A regarding this. And it is non-bailable.
Sanjay Da said, "You don't have to worry." We have appointed a lawyer. I will take bail tomorrow.
I said, if they file a case, I will surrender to the court and get bail.
Mama said, "Damn, we will take bail tomorrow." no problem No one can hold you back!
I said to myself, - You have no idea about the complexity of the police.
After that, mama, Sanjay Da, Shubashis Da entered the police station and talked to the OC. After about 10 minutes I was called to the OC's room.
OC took a look at me from the bottom of the feet to the whole head and asked, - So you are Opriyo!
I said, - Yes.
OC said, - So you wrote it?
The habit of lying is very low. I don't know how to lie cleverly. I hesitated and said, -No! I didn't write it!
The OC understood that I was lying. Then he said to uncle (mama), dada, Shubashis Da, -Okay, you go. There will be a case under section 295 regarding this. Leave him alone.
They all left me. I am sitting in OC's room. I felt very helpless. After some time a young man came and took me to his room. He asks me for e-mail password in various ways. i didn't give
After some time, dressed in police uniform, carrying a revolver on his hip, one came and shouted, "Who is the Opriyo here?"
I sat on the chair. I said very casually, -I.
He said, "Can't you stand up and talk?" Saying this, he slapped me on the cheek!
The slap is very strong. The head is doing gym! I said, - Why are you beating me? And yes, talk to me in civilized language!
He said, -Motherfucker! Are you teaching me civility? Prostitute's son! He insulted me and kept punching me.
Then he asked for my e-mail and password.
I said, - I don't know, I don't remember.
And yes so long he beat me. His name was not mentioned. His name (pseudonym) is Mizan Uddin. He is the second officer of the police station. OC Sahib gave this barbarian Mizan the responsibility of extracting confession from me. Mizan called someone outside. How can I access my ID? Then after some more physical torture, finally unable to bear the torture, I agreed to give the e-mail and password.
He logged into the computer with e-mail and password and entered my ID.
First see my chat list. .There are, Daripalla Damadam, Allama Shaitan, Aritra Ahmed, NC Niloy, Anant Vijay Das, Parvez Alam, Dwigambar Prophet, Cosmic Dust, Tammoy Imagine, Maulana Durre Pakhi, how many more people were in the chat list I don't remember the names.
Mizan began to insult everyone's mother and sister, - I see all prostitute's kids here, atheists! Each puppet of the prostitute!
I am shocked by his brutality!
Then he saw my profile. Atheist sees religion. In the meantime, a person entered the room and said, - Mizan Sir, Abhijit Roy is the guru of the atheist of Bangladesh! Look at the courage of this Abhijit Roy hindu's child, he wrote a non-believer's philosophy about atheism or Farshan. Every day the cover of his book turns up in the news feed of Facebook.
Second officer Mizan said, "All of his friends look like prostitute's puppet!" Look at the theist vs. atheist group, how the religion is not rotting!
Meezan is then reading various posts of theist-atheist in the theist vs. atheist group.
It was half past ten at night. Some time ago a constable put me in the lock of the police station. There are four or five other defendants. Did they know who I am? what is my crime
There is no word, no message. A defendant said to me, "If I had found you outside the police station, I would have killed you!"
I said very calmly, "Brother, what have I done to kill me?"
He said, - You insulted my beloved Prophet!
- What kind of insult?
- You are my prophet...
He paused as he spoke. I said, -"What about the prophet?"
He said, -"Talking to you will be a sin!"
He did not speak, turned his face away.
At the police station that night, the police talked about me face to face. How much better courage! A Hindu writes against the religion of Muslims. Father's country has got India, atheism is fucked. One by one the police came and took a look at me.
Someone says, look at your face, stay here. Sinful Kulangar!
Someone says, you call my prophet characterless! If this wasn't a police station, piglet, I'd kill you right here! I listened to their words in amazement. Then I feel like an alien from a dark planet among a group of fanatical dark creatures. The creatures of darkness do not understand the alien language. So the creatures of darkness want to pounce like hyenas at the sight of an innocent alien...
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