The bags were packed, rooms were locked and the cab was waiting out, we were just about to leave, I rushed to room unlocked it, had my special box out, mean while I was in the surveillance of my brother Arjun. “What is in it?” he demanded. “Nothing as such, but a few refreshments for the journey”. “Boys where are you?” it was a call from my mom. Then we left after a petition for a peaceful journey. There was no room even for an apple to fall, in the ‘New Delhi’ station. The ‘Mumbai Express’ was twenty five minutes before time. We had 28, 29, 30 and 31 sleepers reserved for us in ‘Tatkaal Quota’. I rushed to my upper berth with the refreshment box, overwhelming with excitement and enthusiasm. Arjun bought some best sellers from the station. It was somewhere after the Jaipur station that I saw a crowd of protesting youth, that made me brood over the ‘BIG DAY’ of my life, twenty sixth of October 2009. The reign of religious leaders had dug their roots deep in the society from almost a year ago. There were many of them, different for every community. Komal baba for Hindus, Molana Azad for Muslims, Hari ji for Jains . Collectively I called them ‘Baba Brigands’, the devils, the demons, used to promote discrimination, disintegration, among public. Instilling poison and removing sweetness of relations in society. They all had the same philosophy ‘I am the messenger of God, the holy saint, I am here to enlighten you, you have lost your track, you’re here to serve the creator. It’s now or never, you need to wake up before it gets late, purify your souls, separate from rest and worship your master, my lord is lamenting at the fat headedness of his devotees. Be grateful to him, he is the one made you, so it is your duty to serve him, I am a messenger, I can guide the route but you are the one who need to follow it.’ India was cracked into pieces and harmony was lost in society. I studied in a Convent schoo