Meet the ‘turbanator’
Amid burning tyres and roadblocks by the Gujjars, there was one person, the protagonist of our story, Romeo, who stood like a rock, refusing to budge from the scene. He stood there, under the blazing sun, with his red and black Rajdoot bike, answering calls from his newly-wed, frightened wife sitting all alone at their home somewhere in Greater Noida.
Love, they say, conquers everything; therefore, how could our Romeo let a mere 1,000 men stop him? He parked his bike, took out the keys in a flash and walked up to the leader of the Gujjars. How could anyone stop him from meeting his wife? Believe me, it was a scene worth watching. It was straight from a Bollywood potboiler. Like two mediaeval warriors, the two stood face-to face under the scorching sun. The ground was set for a war of words.
The chances of our local hero winning against a multitude of sweaty and roaring ‘bulls’ seemed bleak. Romeo opened his lips to explain his problem. His two-day-old marriage was yet to be consummated. The bandh called by the Gujjars had given him a chance to spend some quality time with his wife who was to leave for her hometown in a week’s time as a part of a family ritual.
Finally, words proved more powerful than the cause the Gujjars were fighting for. The leader of the Gujjars smiled and gave our Romeo a special pass in the form of a red turban, a passport that would ensure a smooth drive back home.