Stumbling a bit as Govind released him roughly. Joshi moved to the side of the room where a rudimentary audio set lay, covered with a plastic shroud. Collecting himself for a couple of seconds he took off the cover and switched on the set. As he reached for the microphone Param sidled up to him and authoritatively barked, ‘Exactly what you need to say Joshiji, lets not complicate matters for you.’ There was no need for him to say more, Joshi knew that he had no option. Gathering himself Joshi switched on the mike, cleared his throat and surprisingly calmly started talking.
‘Brothers and sisters, today I speak to you with a heavy heart. For some days we have been hearing all these rumours about our animals and where they might have gone. We have been patient and not reacted. But today is too much. I have just been told by a confirmed source that one of our cows, the gentle Basanti, who belonged to our friend Paramji has been killed. Killed my brother and sisters. Slaughtered for her meat. Who would do this to such a gentle animal, an animal who we consider our mother?’ Pausing to regain his breath, Joshi wavered slightly, he knew what his next sentences would lead too. Like a bloodhound sensing weakness, Govind brought the brick down on the decrepit table on which the audio system lay, chipping off the already worn veneer. Joshi glanced down at the gouged wood, even in his panicked state his mind idly wondered why he had ever bought such a garish green table, his wife hadn’t even liked it. ‘Maybe I will buy another one or just paint over it?’
Snapping out of his mid sentence dream, Joshi continued, ‘I have also been told that part of the body of our mother has been found next to Rahman, the rest of her is in his house, ready for sinful consumption my brothers and sisters. For consumption!’ He looked up and saw a satisfied look pass between the men standing around, Govind was already striding out, ready to do what was next. ‘In the name of our Gods I urge you to do what is necessary, we cannot sit by. We cannot.’ With that he switched off the mike and looked up, ‘Enough. I have done what you’ve asked me too. God help us now.’
Param smiled and replied, ‘God will definitely help us know. Thank you for your help, we will not forget this.’ He then leaned forward and his face darkened, ‘But if anyone else knows what just happened, you will not forget us. We will not come back for you but…’ The threat was unsaid, both Joshi and Param knew that he didn’t need to elaborate. While the town had been calm for a number of years, there had been previous incidents involving women that people had turned a blind eye too; over five women had vanished in retribution for various ‘crimes’. Their disappearance had never been reported. Param was a powerful man with political connections across the town and the neighbouring areas as well, people knew better than to take him on; everyone remembered what happened to the Trivedi family. Joshi just nodded, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground, ‘no need to worry Paramji, I know what to do and say.’
Param wrapped his shawl tightly around himself, looked up at his companions, and walked out with deliberate purpose. Randhir spat a bit of paan on the dirt floor, pushed his pistol back into his pants and followed his boss out. Veer took a bit more time, pushing his hair off his forehead, before walking past Joshi, deliberately scuffing the ground round him. Joshi looked up at them as they left, wondering if his status in the town would protect him from any recriminations if something did get out. Unlikely. Param ran most of the illegal operations in the district, and he was a brute of a man. Tall with massive shoulders he matched his bull dog strength with a cunning mind. This is why Param being seen here today puzzled Joshi, he was very careful to make sure he was insulated from any blowback. Randhir, his right hand man also never got involved directly in the violence, he managed the operations and the money, running the largest restaurant and bar in the town. Veer was another sort, muscular, handsome in a faded sleazy film star way he was always quick to fly off the handle. While not an enforcer, Veer was the most unpredictable and overtly violent of the three.
Shaking himself back to reality Joshi moved cautiously to the entrance to his house to see the effects of his address. The courtyard was now awash in myriad shades of saffron and red. More men and more home made weapons had arrived. Some of the men carried familiar house hold appliances; irons, pressure cookers and one even had a sewing machine. It all seemed surreal to Joshi, almost an ordinary evening. Then it all changed. Govind was now shouting at the crowd, galvanising them, “lets go, we know where he lives. We will make them pay, they have insulted our practices and traditions enough.” Param was no where to be seen but Joshi saw Randhir pull Govind aside and whisper something in his ear. Govind seemed to disagree but Joshi could see Randhir grabbing his shoulder and being more insistent this time. Govind finally seemed to agree. He turned back to the crowd which had now taken on the ugly hue of a mob and shouted, “We need to find Rahman, if we make a lesson of him no one will make the mistake again. Remember only Rahman, no one else.” The mob seemed to waver, not sure if they were ready to listen. Sensing the mood, Govind shouted again, “Paramji has made it very clear. No one else to be harmed. Be clear.” Behind Govind, Randhir grimaced in anger, obviously Govind had made a rookie mistake by bringing Param’s name in this. In spite of himself Joshi smiled quietly to himself, Govind would surely get a talking to from Param later on, perhaps a bit more.
Param was thinking the exact same thing. He was standing about a hundred metres from the temple flanked by Veer and three other men. “Fucking asshole. Why can’t he use his brains, sometimes I wonder how we are related!” Veer looked at him but didn’t reply, he knew this was more rhetoric than reality. Param was fond of Govind more than anyone else and it would not be a wise career decision for him to add his point of view. Veer was fond of Govind, even if he thought him a smart aleck with a penchant for immature decisions based on emotion rather than reason. He’s a bit like me actually, Veer thought to himself. “Let’s go boss, we don’t want to be seen here now. Govind will manage this for us now”. Param abused again and then grunted his agreement. As he turned to leave he put his arm round Veer’s shoulder and said, “You stay, look after Govind. Make sure both you and him get out before the heavy stuff.” Veer looked at him and then said “Sure boss, whatever you say”. Param squeezed his shoulder and then walked away to the jeeps parked a little way down the road. He was done, he could not stay and implicate himself anymore.
As Param walked to his jeep he was thinking about Joshi. Could he trust him to keep quiet or did he require a remainder of what might happen if he spoke? Maybe a small one, later once the task was done. He would get Govind or one of his younger men to handle it. It would be a good test for them. Whistling to himself he turned to look at the mob and watched them move down the road towards the other side of town. He needed a drink and a conversation with his Uncle, money and next steps were to be discussed. It had been a tiring day and more was to come.