The Nyay Man

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it is the Nyay Man! Shrieked a girl as she wiped her face off of the buttery unguent, her sweat and the sunscreen had together, become.

But it was worth it, because the Nyay Man was here to give justice to all, even to pretty young girls who unwillingly stood under the sun turning over like sun-flowers, but not to the bright orange star, but to the oscillating Nyay Man in the air. The Nyay Man was carousing with the clouds in his matching crisp white clothes unblemished just like his intentions and just like his unimpressioned soul. The Nyay man hovered above the girls who stood just outside their beauty parlour.

“I am convinced, of my own free will and satisfaction, that your beauty parlour needs to get rid of its ugliness, as it is no longer the thing of beauty it used to be.” The Nyay Man shouted from the Clouds. The fair, smooth-skinned and gleaming girls standing down below, jumped up in glory. “Is it true, that the rot in our parlour will finally go?” asked one unconvinced girl to another. “Yes, Yes! It is so.”

“The Nyay Man indeed has come. I remember when I used to come here to be transformed into an Angelic Apsara. The crafty hands of this parlour would, everytime, turn me into a thing of beauty, a joy for-ever, an object of affection, an instrument of desire, a self-complete. The magical hands would work over my body and soft-skin, and this parlour’s enchanting ambience could easily transform me into a fairy from another world. It helped elevate my spirits and I myself used to fly in the clouds each time that I stepped out of the parlour. But, it not so anymore. The hands don’t work the same as before. The creams are no longer effective. Or maybe, I am no longer beautiful. But, The Nyay Man has rightly sensed our distress and has justly responded in time to this urgent call!” Shreena Opined.

To this, Neeti added, “But how will the Nyay Man achieve all this?”

“Nyay Man is Nyay Man. The Nyay Man is convinced about it. He has the will and desire to see to its logical conclusion. We Want Nyay. So his conviction and will is also our conviction and will. For, if he had not felt the same about the ugliness that has besotted our parlour, as us, how otherwise would he have gained the conviction to fight to get rid of this malaise?” responded Mina, as confidently as a kid who learns the alphabet completely for the first time.

“I heard the Nyay Man has laid down the Ten Commandmants, which if followed, will make this parlour the honeycomb of sweetness and beauty it should be,” added Frita. “But how will an ugly man, a coarse, hairless, protuberant man, with his little ugly wings made of khadi be able to understand the beauty that we seek and desire. I am not sure if his commandmants shall work,” Ameera negatived the on-going argument with an exclamatory wave of her right hand at the end of her sentence. Hearing such comments, Mina responded with a grilling fierceness, “OBVIOUSLY, you are against beauty. You dwell on this muck of ugliness that is covering us up from the top to the bottom like an inverted quick-sand. You are beauty’s very anti-thesis. You no longer deserve a place here.”

“Aah, so will you all turn beautiful by purging ugliness?” Ameera questioned everyone who was assembled around. She further added, “If ugliness disappears, what will your beauty be judged against? How do you all really intend to turn this place into a destination of beauty?”

“The Nyay Man Knows, and He Will,” thus responded everyone in unison, as they also began donning themselves in matching crisp white clothes unblemished just like the Nyay Man’s intentions and just like his unimpressioned soul.

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