Night Hours
After preparing and eating supper, Jacky opened the computer. He read the world news. His eyes rested on the sights of the devilish activities taking place in certain Arabian countries. They shocked him. People wearing masks cut men’s throats; shoot infants to death. Why do they commit such beastly crimes? Why do others take video films of these macabre actions, show them to the world and enjoy? How can men be so base? They should be caught and burnt to death. Jacky switched off the computer and went to bed.
In his own country, people face elections declaring that they want to serve their country and its people. Are five years not enough for such service? Why do they hold on to power till death? There are many mysteries behind it. Those who follow this path should do severe penance and pray God to absolve their sins and to pardon the iniquities and crimes they had already committed.
In the Himalayas the voluptuous beauty named Parvathi interrupts the penance of Siva and leads him to her bedroom and enjoys carnal pleasures. In the earth, crores of rupees for human welfare are misdirected through corruption achieved by the influence of sexy women. What right has the God of heaven to question the men of the earth about their prostitution and corruption that they generate? The intelligent modern man looks at them with abomination.
Gods from heaven in their pure white dress alight in to the earth. They find many young men with long beards and hair moving about wearing ochre coloured cloths and long chains of beads. When the gods question them they confess that they use narcotics and are drug-addicts. They reveal the truth that most of the young people are slaves of these vices. Gods get angry and order their devotees to get rid of them. The angry devotees throw them into fire. The sacrificial fires burn the human bodies to mere charcoal. Thunder and lightning break out. Jacky woke up from his dream. His brow was covered with sweat. Will this happen in reality?
Sister Carmel, accompanied by Fatima, travelled through countries like Brazil and Mexico. She had discussions with the representatives of the government about the rehabilitation of prostitutes. She learnt from them that prostitution has become a secret business like the smuggling of gold in many countries. The well-placed people, the Police and the administrators support this business.
Fatima had never visited these places. But she could understand the situation well. Only one woman walking on the beach was attracted by Sister Carmel’s exhortation. She confessed that she chose this path not by liking. It was her craving for money and a luxurious life that led her to this profession. Passionate men had ravaged her body. One month’s salary could be earned in a day or week. Rich men with credit cards do not value money much.
There are counseling centres in all these countries. But no one tries seriously for their rehabilitation. The Brazilian beauty whom the sister encountered was named Jessica. She reached here because she had been sold to a Mexican group. Sister Carmel understood from her that from small guys to very rich people were partners in this business. She had been auctioned by a particular individual. The auction took place in a five star hotel in Brazil. Every month his people would come to her house and get his share of her month’s earnings. Along with a friend, she stayed in his rented house. Her duty was to loiter on the beach, attract customers take them to her house and to please them. Every night she would have clients. If they were drug addicts they were encouraged to use it. They would wander through the streets for some time, waiting under street lights, kissing and caressing each other and finally reach her dwelling where they enjoy the carnal pleasures unhindered. The sister gathered a lot of information from Jessica. She did not try to hide anything. If men were sold as slaves in earlier times, now women are being sold as slaves in big cities. Jessica’s family at home believed that she was engaged in a decent, well-paid job in this great city. She had come here for the job in response to an advertisement in a leading newspaper.
The advertisement invited applicants for jobs in a famous bank in a city of Brazil. Anybody would wish to get a job there. Her only aim was to make money. There were many well-dressed gentlemen in the interview room. Her turn came last.
After the interview she was directed to meet the chief. Carlos was the chief of the bank. His eyes was on her body, not in her answers to the questions asked in the interview. He praised her as a world class beauty and assured her a job in the bank. But in return for that she would have to lend her body to him. Jessica felt insulted and shouted that she did not want the job. She was about to return.
Carlos said ‘sorry’ and got up. They were alone in the cabin. He bolted the door and turned to her in a cruel manner. The girl was bewildered. He roared to her.
“What is your choice? Will you go out naked from this room or shall I throw you down through the window? You can make a decision. This is the first time I see a girl as beautiful as you I want you. Whether you object or whether I lose my job I don’t mind. I want you.”
That was the first time Jessica saw her beautiful body as a commodity or even as a dead body. By that time she was in his strong arms. He threw her into the sofa and pulled off her clothes one by one. He jumped on to her nude body. With tears in her eyes, Jessica described those weak moments to Sister Carmel.
(Cont’d)
