What were these Nirmalas thinking? They never heard of JAXA?

What were the Nirmalas thinking? 

That at the first hint of any possible discrimination against Antara during her infancy in north Bengal, or maybe an assault of a serious nature, she would rush to investigate it? 

That her investigation would be along official lines, as planned by the INC, she wouldn't wonder why supposed NATO agents, the assaulters, were operating in a non-NATO country, why so close to sensitive Indian military installations?

Antara didn't have 'proof', was a nobody quickly trying to raise her stature, in her mid-40s.

Why was Ajit such a big deal? If he was such a big deal, so should be Antara. Or was Ajit not her father?

An interesting time to be the anointed successor.

ii. Now educate yourself somewhat, Nirmala. Antara was insulted and ignored, tortured and persecuted, distrusted and considered hideous all her life. 

The following was her favourite anecdote, a frequent occurrence during her childhood. 

Antara's parents and Close Female Relative seated on the sofa, arms folded across their chests, legs crossed, and Antara, maybe seven or eight years old, standing shy and thin, in front of them. 

Antara hadn't committed any mistake, she had suddenly been summoned and was being 'kangaroo-courted', a term she was not aware of in her childhood.

"What we have done for you, no one has ever done for their children. You have to be eternally grateful, you can never talk back to us, disrespect or disobey us." 

What they had done for Antara was the life she led in 2025. Her disastrous marriage of two decades, her vicious colleagues at newsrooms, not eligible for pay hikes or promotions, "why don't you drop dead" from just about every Indian citizen. 

Cowering in fear, sprained back and hurt feet, bent over with chronic ailments, that creature sidling down an Indian street was Antara.

In India, where UPI/Paytm wealth flowed down the streets, where tax returns from the Indian Govt was in lakhs of rupees.

Back in the 1980s, at that 'kangaroo-court', the lecture would end once Close Female Relative started giggling, and Ajit-Anjali found it difficult to suppress their sly smiles.

"Okay, now you can go."

Antara would go away, silently cry for a while, take out her school notebook and write at the back, "Stay obedient for food and shelter, find out when an adult and they were old."

They never got old, Antara's parents. They passed away in 2009-10, the moment Our Supreme Monarch Barack Obama ascended his eternal throne. 

ii. Antara never had a childhood. 

Not for a day. 

She never had toys of her own, there was a dirty and disused orange duffel bag, filled with toys discarded by Close Female Relative. Antara played with those, not a single doll had clothes on its body, their heads were shaved.

"They went to a salon, lost their hair and clothes," Anjali would explain. "They were dolls, the hair didn't grow back." 

The word 'Holocaust' had never been uttered in Antara's home. She came across the word in newspapers.

There was one doll Antara had got, the only doll she ever owned, it was called 'Dolly', the name came printed on the cheap pack. It had a unique feature, it could open and shut its eyes.

iii. You get it, the Nirmalas of the world, no one cared about what happened in north Bengal during Antara's infancy? There was no 'let's get it over with', as the Trumps kept thinking?

Read the above, Sandhurst would call it "negative contact-corroboration".

The life of the Heir of Auschwitz.

June 28, 2025.