He may not be “just existing.”
He may be free from stories.
Purpose is a human demand, not a cosmic rule. Life does not ask to be meaningful. It only asks to be lived.
I mean when desire to be someone ends,
peace often begins.
The uncle is not lacking purpose.
You are projecting your fear of emptiness onto his silence.
My car broke down today, so I booked an auto home. It was a brand-new electric one. The driver, Vivek Singh, looked to be in his forties: quiet, focused, the kind of man who keeps to himself.
At a busy red light, a delivery boy pulled up beside us and, eyeing the auto, asked, “Ek charge mein kitna chal jaata hai?”
Vivek started replying in excitement, as if he’d been waiting for that question. “Company 210 bolti hai, lekin 190 hai. Ek charge me poora din nikal jaata hai, chalate jao, chalate jao. 20–25 ride ho jaati hain, charge khatam hi nahi hota.” The delivery boy asked about earnings. He shrugged: “Din ka 3–3.5 hazaar ho jaata hai. Koi ghate ka sauda nahi.”
Signal green. We moved ahead. But the delivery boy was still interested. He started driving next to us and asked, “Kitne me pada?” Vivek said, “Interest mila kar 6 lakh. 13–13 hazar ki 44 kisht hai. 70–80 mahina mai kama leta hu, usme se kisht aaram se nikal jaati hai. Kyu kisi ke yaha 15–20 ki naukri karna?”
The delivery boy laughed and rode off, but now I was curious. I asked, 20–25 ride matlab poora din hi bahar rehte honge. “Subah 8 nikalta hu, raat 10-11 wapas,” he said.
I said, fir aapki life kya rahi. He replied, “Agar kul ko gareebi se bahar nikalna hai to kisi ek peedhi ko apna sukh chhod kar ji-jan se mehnat karni padegi. Ek baar ghar ban jaaye, bachhe kuch ban jaayein, fir jiyenge apni zindagi.” He said that with the same excitement, without any complaint, no gareebi, majboori ka rona.
He dropped me at my stop. I watched him merge into traffic, a quiet man doing what’s expected from a man: providing. While mothers get due love, care, affection, and respect for what they sacrifice for the family, and rightly so, fathers’ sacrifice is generally downplayed as basic duty.
I hope his children grow up to make all this worth it for him. That, at least, is the bare minimum he deserves.
In 2016, sisters Nikki and Kanchan married brothers Vipin and Mohit Bhati in Gr Noida. Their parents gave a Scorpio, Royal Enfield, cash and gold as dowry, payment for a dignified life they hoped for their daughters.
Instead, both brothers revealed themselves as monsters. They reduced their wives to slaves, ignored their calls, stayed out all night, and when questioned, lashed back with violence. They flaunted affairs openly, and when confronted, they beat their wives into silence.
The demands escalated: ₹36 lakh more. When the parents couldn’t meet it, the sisters were further tortured, mentally, physically, relentlessly. “Adjust,” their parents advised, like countless others do, as if adjustment could cure brutality. Nikki even gave birth to a son, a child who grew up watching his mother being broken in front of him.
Then came Thursday. Nikki was unwell, hooked to an IV drip. That didn’t stop Vipin. Along with his mother, he beat her mercilessly. Then, as her little boy stood frozen in horror, Vipin doused Nikki in petrol and set her ablaze. Kanchan tried to save her sister, but she too was beaten back. The in-laws spun it as suicide.
Vipin, unrepentant, even had the audacity to post on Instagram after killing her: “Why did you leave me, Nikki? Mujhe bata to deti kya dukh tha. The world calls me a killer. Mere saath bahut galat ho raha hai tere jaane ke baad.”
But Kanchan had captured a few seconds of hell, a video of Nikki’s final moments, beaten and burned alive. That clip, now viral, ripped open the truth.
Men like Vipin and Mohit, and their mother are not just criminals, they are parasites in human skin, leeches who feed on dowry, predators who crush women, cowards who hide behind family honor while destroying families. No less than capital punishment.
5 yrs today whn I got the msg of u passing away. I was shocked by the news,then immediately flooded by memories of u, & the crazy times we went through. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of u. Will always be ur biggest fan brother. #wewillnotforget#SushantSinghRajput
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A Muslim woman came, said will not say Jai Shree Ram but want free Langar.
Uncle ji refused. She started created nuisance. Uncle stood strong, video goes viral
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