After a long time I met my old friend Madan, we spent some time in evening
then we decided to freak out so we left for India Gate by 10 PM .I was not aware of his actual thoughts going in background , soon I came to know we were going to G.B.Road .OK G.B.Road I was little bit afraid what to do ? but I wanted to visit and look into so? Lets go to the fief of lust, cruelty and abandoned ladies .
In the heart of capital of India right next to New Delhi railway station GB Road starts. We reached there approximately by 11 PM. It was highly uncomfortable ambiance for me, cacophony and hustle of people quickly we looked out for vehicle stand and parked our bike there.
Now I took complete glance around me it looks like some Hindi movie scene. There was “jharokhas” at first or second floor of every building, sex workers were peeping, taunting and trying to attract there customers. I decided to walk and have look into those areas .I found the inner areas very dark, unpleasant stinking smell was coming from the heap of the waste, I couldn’t bear it any more, quickly I came out the on the road and move along soon I found a Hanuman Mandir and a smile came on my face . Hanuman Mandir in red light area isn’t it a highly contradictory .
My friend was looking for a pimp soon he found one and we started to follow him, he was refraining us from the other pimp and sex workers wearing cheap silver earrings, lips painted with a loud pink, searching and scanning the streets for the customers. Finally passing through dingy staircases we reached at a brothel.
We were standing out side of a hall my friend was bargaining to them for showing girls and rates etc, I was silent viewer but observing each and every thing very carefully.
There was a middle age women who called us inside as soon as we get in and reached middle of hall, two men came and we were almost forcefully pushed to a small room of size approx 6.5 ‘ * 4′ * 6’ she locked the door from inside as well as asked someone to lock it from outside too. Great, we were trapped!! the situation was like four humans in one big box. My heart was beating with double speed, and my idiot friend was still arguing. A story from a novel Delhi Noir came in my mind in which a person was trapped almost in this kind of situation and he was forced to go home nude and a seen flashed, I am heading towards Noida without clothes certainly horrible view now this is time to think of a solution to get rid of the situation taking as much as less time.
Madan as well as the the man who pushed us was drunk, they were arguing like anything, soon I realized this violent conversation need to be end otherwise it can lead to us to be in a very harmful situation in which any thing can happen like a cut from AIDS infected blade, or we can be handed over to police for any virtually created true crime.
So dreadful situation now I decided to get it into the conversation any how I managed Madan to keep quiet I tried to negotiate with them soon situation seems to be in control and they were ready show the girls but still we were forced to be in that locked room only.
Soon they came back and asked for the payment Madan took his valet and picked the 500 Rs mean while they peeped in to his valet almost in a bully manner and found that he was having one more 500 Rs note.Madan offered cigarette but the person denied and given a dialogue “Mai Sirf Apni Marzi Se Peeta Hoon” and ask us to have a seat and wait this time he opens the door this made me little bit relaxed. Soon they arrived with girl before we left out that man frisked us as per him it was for the safety reasons but soon I realize it was for money he took valet from the Madan’s Jeans pocket and taken 500 Rs Note and complete cigarette box giving “Abhi Apna Mood Hai” circumstances was like that Madan was not able to oppose strongly probably he felt he can get his money latter. We left out leaving Madan and the girl behind I was asked to sit down in hall by this time I was comfortable now, seating on a chair I start looking around carefully.
There was small balcony out side of the hall here and there were a lot of condom wrappers were scared, lower half the wall was almost red due to spiting of “gutakha”. Hall where I was seating the height of the roof was very low actually it was divided in two to part by wood work like first floor and second floor and wooden stairs was there to go up. In hall few kids were playing that middle aged woman was having “Dal-Chawal” with some pickle in very weird manner, at my back side there was room I peeped into and it was POOJA room after watching it carefully a smile came on my face I found on same platform There was image of goddess Durga, A Silver Plate having ALLHA on it and A Cross, I thought of capturing a photo but didn’t may be it give some wrong signal to them and situation can be very bad after then, but yes It was definitely a moment to capture. I again come back start playing one of those kids meanwhile Madan came out, and he started ask for his money back but I was very sure he is not going to get it back after few “BEEP” conversations they have given 100 Rs back and we were almost thrown out.
He was very angry but I was relaxed, finally we were heading home he was complaining about the girl like a piqued person, but and I was silent and thinking, is desire for sex can demolish the moral value so low unfortunately for me answer was seems to be YES because it was travelling with me .