This collection of stories is a product of a time when the air in contemporary India has become so thick with hatred that even breathing has turned into a political act. Over the past two decades, we have witnessed how years of Ganga-Jamuni culture are being unraveled through a systematic narrative. These stories are a lament for this 'unraveling, ' but this lament does not weep; it is merely an attempt to give voice to the 'silence' we have come to call compromise.
As you traverse these tales, you will realize that they are not merely an indulgence of imagination, but a record of the humiliation that manifests before us each day in a new guise.
The title of this collection, "Abdul Panchar Banata Hai," is a consciously chosen and perhaps provocative selection for some, but in recent years, especially during the campaign for the 2019 general elections and the associated 'IT Cell' factories, this phrase has emerged as an insult aimed at reducing the identity of millions of Muslims in India to a trivial, insignificant existence crawling on the pavement. When those in the highest offices of the country nurture this narrative, they are not merely mocking a name; they are, in one fell swoop, 'puncturing' the history of countless hands that have contributed to the construction of this nation.
In essence, this entire collection is an attempt to subvert that mocking narrative. If the system believes that 'Abdul' is merely a tire repairman, then it should read these stories to understand that when an entire society becomes morally 'punctured, ' when the air of truth deflates, when the tire of justice goes flat, and when the wheels of history come to a halt; it is precisely this 'Abdul' who, by mastering letters, sounds, history, geography, flavors, and science, stitches this fracturing system back together, making it capable of moving once again.