Trauma continues

 I thought that writing about the two high profile murders in the country might make me feel a bit better about life. The venting helped for sure, but the papers are still talking about these cases and I am feeling worse.

Let’s take the Neeraj Grover case, today. The cops have done a sterling job in figuring out the details and putting together the evidence by figuring out where Neeraj’s remains were disposed off, finding the weapon and making a case against Jerome and Maria. They are worried, though, that by the time the case reaches the courts, the accused might get off because there are little or few witnesses and circumstantial evidence isn’t strong enough. In fact, Maria, the accused might soon get out on bail and producer might line up to sign her on for a plum role in one of the prime-time soaps. The reason? Controversy sells!

So selling your stuff is so important that we will forget the fact that this person was involved in a gruesome murder. Important enough to forget the fact that after cold-bloodedly murdering a person, she went and lied through her teeth to the police. Important enough to forget that this girl romanced Neeraj just to get her big break in tinsel town despite the fact that she was committed to another man.

Today’s newspaper reports that ‘Maria Maria’ were Neeraj’s last words. Some people think that it’s very filmy. I say, isn’t the whole thing straight out of some kind of a freak thriller?

Everybody knows the unknown starlet’s face now and the newspapers even predict her to be the next big thing on Indian telly. She hasn’t lost much. All she did was stand in the shadows as her boyfriend stabbed her lover to death, lie to the police, claim that she was sexually harassed by Grover and sexually abused at Knife point by Jerome.

I would be seriously worried if she bags that plum role. What signal would it send out? Don’t struggle, don’t take the harder way up, instead commit crimes that the media can play up and land that plum assignment?

Seriously, what is happening to all of us? Has success become so important that we forget basic human values? Is success so important that we choose it over and above human life? Apparently it is!

 

Just an observation: The reports of both the cases-Talwar murder and the Grover murder have moved from the front page of the newspaper to some obscure pages. Soon, the reports will get smaller and we will forget all about this. What happened to Adnan’s killers? Why isn’t the media reporting anything about it? Probably the case doesn’t ‘sell’!

Where are we heading? I ask again

I feel a shiver down my spine as I read about the father who murdered his own daughter. It feels creepy to exist in this world, where a man is killed and chopped into 300 pieces by a jealous lover and a father who kills his own daughter out of suspicion.

Yesterday, I came across a blog about the need to have children and adoption being the last option considered by infertile couples. The writer argues that people value their own blood even though love has nothing to do with blood.

But what does one do when there is no love at all, or if there is so much love that it kills.

Arushi Talwar was a young teenager, who openly spoke about her father’s illicit relationship. The enraged father could have sat her down and talked to her. He could have tried talking to her, as any good parent would. But he didn’t. If the father suspected Arushi of having an affair with the servant he could have again tried talking to her, but how could he tell her what she was doing was wrong, when he himself was in an illicit relationship that Arushi openly disliked. The young girl might have shown a better sense of judgement by disliking her father’s affair, but her young mind could have faltered when she got close to the servant. Who knows?

The servant, who also knew of the father’s affair could have played around with the delicate mind of the teenager, forcing her to get close to him. After all, Arushi was a vulnerable teenager. Who knows what was going on in that young girl’s mind?

All we know is that she is dead, and whether he father is guilty or not, the fact is that bad parenting killed her.

Do we think that being a certain age and being married is our license to have a child? How many couples think about financial, emotional and social responsibilities of having a child before they have one? If they don’t then why does it surprise us when we hear of an enraged mother throwing her 4 year old out of the window or a 14 yr old girl killed by her own father?

Having a child could be the greatest joy, but what follows is a huge responsibility of shaping that young mind to become a responsible, compassionate and a rational human being…

… where are we heading?

I have missed pondering on my keyboard for quite sometime now and it feels good to be back on track with it. I haven’t uploaded my blog for a long time, and I apologize.
I just started working as a journalist for a new newspaper and the job put everything else in the backseat.
Finally, the paper is on the stands and hopefully I can claim my life back, bit by bit. The mundane life of a novelist is on hold as an exciting life of a journalist takes over.
Every day is different from the day before and I love it. There’s a chance to meet new people, make new contacts and get a perspective on the world.
I suddenly seem to have an opinion about everything, and beware, they are volatile opinions.
But yes, each day leaves behind a distinct imprint on the book of my life. Some days are exciting, some ordinary, some unnerving and some just depressing.

One such day was the day that followed Adnan Patrawala’s abduction and murder. At 11.30 pm, I wound up my Harry Potter and cosily hushed myself to sleep under my blanket. I was ready to be lost in the world of my dreams when my work mobile tinkled. I knew it was an emergency. I cursed and answered it. It was my editor breaking the news of Adnan Patrawala to me. “We want you to try and find out about the boy. Since in such cases, they are more forthcoming to women, will you go to Andheri early tomorrow?” I nodded and said yes.

I couldn’t sleep all night. That boy left home with friends and suddenly, his dead body’s been found.

The shock was to hit me worse the next day. All the newspapers carried a profile on the Adnan case. ‘Adnan was a spendthrift’ ‘Loved zipping around in cars’ ‘Adnan was reclusive and spent too much time on the internet’. I felt numbed by these reports branding the boy.

What’s more, an email briefing me about my report awaited me. My colleague had gone on to mention that this 16 year old sported a bottle of alcohol in his hand and hence was a ‘spoilt-brat’. I shook with anger. I remembered the picture with a breezer. Why was the media justifying the cause of the killers by branding this juvenile boy as a spoilt brat?

The journalist in me ached to find the real Adnan. I set off to Andheri and made way to his residence. It was a glum place, as my article mentioned. Plastic chairs were lined out in the compound to make place for the male relatives. Women scurried through the lift to console Adnan’s family. I ventured inwards, and started talking to people.

“Please go away,” one of the members of the family requested. I nodded and made my way outside. I couldn’t bring myself to explain to them that I was there to try and help them. I knew I was lying.

I had become one of the lots. I had encroached into the privacy of a grieving family to prove that I was good at my job. What was I doing?
In the depressive state I walked into Adnan’s college. I told the principal that I wanted to know who Adnan was. And contrary to the media reports, the pained principal described the 16 year old to me.
Adnan was like any other 16 year olds. Only, he was given the financial liberties that he could not deal with. Sure, it was his parents’ fault but what price did they have to pay for it? Was it fair?

Not in the least. The thirst for money forced Adnan’s killers to plan his kidnapping and then to murdering him in cold-blood, and no I don’t think the killers are to blame either. I think it is the growing gap between the rich and the poor. It is the increasing need for money to be able to eat at fancy restaurants, wear swanky jewellery, carry least gadgets and afford designer labels.

Adnan’s murderers do deserve a harsh punishment but we as a society have lead to young Adnan’s murder… Think about it.