A New India
Chapter 267 - 267: Second Day of Parliament

The atmosphere outside Parliament on the morning of July 16, 1955, was interesting, as the chaos from the previous day had seeped more deeper into the city streets.

People debated fiercely at tea stalls, the radio crackled with the latest updates, and newspapers were plastered with inflammatory headlines, turning politicians into both villains and heroes overnight.

Security at Parliament was tighter than ever. Armed guards stood at every gate, and journalists swarmed outside like bees, eager to catch any new development.

Inside, MPs from both sides filed in with determined expressions.

The opposition had spent the night sharpening their arguments, gathering data, and preparing to mount an all-out attack against Rohan and his government.

Today was not going to be calm, it was war.

At precisely 11 a.m., the Speaker banged his gavel, calling for order.

The chamber fell into a forced, uneasy silence.

Prime Minister Rohan walked in with his usual composure, but anyone paying attention could see the flicker of irritation in his eyes a storm waiting to break.

Behind him, members of his cabinet, including Harish Patel and others, wore serious expressions.

The Speaker started the session. "The house is now in order. Prime Minister Rohan will resume where we left off yesterday regarding the State Reorganization Bill."

Rohan rose to speak, his voice calm but firm. "Ladies and gentlemen, the opposition claims that this bill is a partition of India. Let me remind you, this report is the result of a three-year exhaustive process, one that prioritizes linguistic unity and administrative efficiency. Yeh desh ko todne ka nahi, mazboot banane ka bill hai." (This is not a bill to break the country but to strengthen it.)

Before Rohan could go further, Pratap Sharma, the most vocal member of the opposition, interrupted, slamming his hand on the table. "Prime Minister, don't lecture us about unity! Do you even know what you're doing to Uttar Pradesh, to Punjab, to Maharashtra? Hum apne logon ka dard samajhte hain." (We understand our people's pain.)

Rohan shot back, his tone sharp, "And what have you done in the last seven years? You've let the administration rot while regions suffer. This bill fixes what you ignored!"

The chamber exploded with noise.

Opposition members stood up and began shouting across the aisle.

One MP from Maharashtra bellowed, "Vidarbha ka vikas kaise hoga? Tum log bas rajneeti karte ho!" (How will Vidarbha develop? You people are just playing politics!)

Another from Punjab yelled, "Yeh reorganization ek tamasha hai! Hamare Punjab ko todne ka dimaag aapko kahan se aaya?" (This reorganization is a farce! Where did you get the idea to divide our Punjab?)

Rohan clenched his fists, his jaw tightening, but before he could reply, a young MP from his party, Rajesh Yadav, stood up and shouted back at the opposition.

"Tamasha toh tum log kar rahe ho! Yeh Parliament hai, circus nahi!" (You people are creating the farce! This is Parliament, not a circus!)

The opposition benches erupted.

Pratap Sharma turned on Rajesh, his voice dripping with anger. "Teri aukaat kya hai, chhokre?" (What's your status, you little boy?)

Rajesh, not one to back down, snapped, "Aukaat meri nahi, tumhari kam hai jo tum log sirf chillate ho, kaam nahi karte!" (It's not my status that's lacking; it's yours! You just shout and don't work!)

Sharma's face turned red. "Bhad me ja tu! Saale, sarkari naukar ban ke hamse zubaan ladta hai!" (Go to hell! You government lackey, you dare talk back to us?)

The abuse hit hard, and before anyone could react, Rajesh strode across the aisle and slapped Sharma across the face.

Thappad ki awaaz poore sadan mein goonj gayi. (The sound of the slap echoed across the hall.)

For a moment, there was stunned silence, but it was the calm before the storm.

Sharma, enraged, lunged at Rajesh, grabbing him by the collar.

Members of both sides rushed forward, and in seconds, the Parliament turned into absolute mayhem.

"Maaro saale ko!" (Beat the bastard!) someone from the opposition yelled.

Chairs screeched as MPs pushed and shoved their way to the center.

Papers flew in every direction, some MPs clutching files as makeshift shields.

Rajesh fought back, throwing punches as others pulled Sharma off him.

Another opposition MP hurled a book across the chamber, narrowly missing a cabinet minister's head.

The Speaker, panicked, screamed into his microphone:

"Shaanti! Shaanti banaye rakhein!" (Order! Maintain order!)

But his voice was lost in the bedlam.

A chair flew through the air, crashing onto the floor.

Another MP grabbed a water jug and flung it across the room, splattering water everywhere.

"Yeh kya ho raha hai! Yeh kya tamasha hai?" (What is happening! What is this madness?) the Speaker cried, pounding his gavel furiously.

A ruling party MP tried to break up the fight, yelling, "Pagal ho gaye ho kya? Yeh sansad hai!" (Have you all gone mad? This is Parliament!)

But the opposition wasn't listening.

Another member climbed onto a table, waving a torn file. "Yeh bill hum nahi chalne denge! Yeh desh ko todne ka bill hai!" (We won't let this bill pass! This bill will break the country!)

Amid the pandemonium, Rohan stood frozen for a moment, his face a mask of fury.

His own MPs were fighting on one side, the opposition on the other, and the Speaker had all but given up.

Security rushed into the chamber to calm the scene, pulling MPs apart like schoolboys in a brawl.

Finally, the Speaker's voice cracked through the chaos:

"Session is dissolved! I am suspending the House! This madness will not continue!"

The gavel slammed down.

The shouting subsided, and MPs stumbled back to their seats, clothes disheveled and faces flushed.

Rohan stormed out of Parliament, his steps echoing loudly down the empty corridor.

Neeraj trailed behind him, not daring to say a word.

Finally, when they reached his office, Rohan spun around, his face dark with anger.

"Saale chutiyon ka jhund hai woh log!" (They're a herd of idiots!) he roared. "Kya samajhte hain apne aap ko? Jo marzi bolenge, jo marzi karenge? Yeh Parliament hai ya akhada?" (What do they think of themselves? They'll say and do whatever they want? Is this Parliament or a wrestling arena?)

Neeraj tried to calm him. "Sir, gussa mat kariye. Ye log bas—" (Sir, don't get angry. These people are just—)

But Rohan cut him off, still fuming. "Gussa nahi karu? Parliament ke andar gaali denge? Jhagda karenge? Kursi uchhalenge? Ch****ye hain kya yeh?" (I shouldn't get angry? They'll abuse inside Parliament? Fight? Throw chairs? Are they idiots?)

Neeraj remained silent, watching Rohan pace the room, seething. "Aaj ka din desh ke liye sharam ka din tha. In logon ko sabak sikhaana padega." (Today was a day of shame for the country. These people need to be taught a lesson.)

He dropped into his chair, running a hand through his hair.

For the first time, the anger in his eyes was mixed with exhaustion.

Staring out the window at the setting sun, he muttered bitterly, "Kal sabko jawab dunga. Yeh bill pass hoga. Chahe mujhe sabko todna pade ya jodna pade." (Tomorrow, I'll answer them all. This bill will pass, whether I have to break them or unite them.)

Neeraj swallowed and nodded. "Sir, hum aapke saath hain." (Sir, we're with you.)

Rohan's eyes burned with resolve. "Toh kal dekhenge." (Then we'll see tomorrow.)