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The Monsters That We Feed

The Gujrat fake encounter news may have shocked quite a few of you. But it doesn't surprise me at all. It wouldn't surprise anyone from Andhra Pradesh in fact.

Back in the 90s when I was a college student, there was this sub-inspector who used to carry a whip. He used to crack his whip on innocent by standers and once he chased us with his whip; why? Because the four of us were having tea on a roadside shop. The inspector, 'Jaati' Naganna later was involved, allegedly, in the rape of a woman in police custody. Back then in Chittoor, I was scared to go out for night shows at the movies, for I was scared of bumping into beat constables: they beat you up any way, whether you show them the counter-foil of your movie ticket or not. Especially in small towns like Chittoor, the police are very high handed and most often than not, their atrocities and violations never surface. Even a constable weilds a lot of power in such towns. Once, after studying until midnight at a friends house, a friend and I stepped out for a smoke. We finished our smoke and were chatting, seated outside a closed shop, when a couple of beat cops emerged. They immediately started questioning the integrity and morals of our mothers, sisters, grand mothers, and aunts. I was so affected by cops from Chittoor that I used to run in the opposite direction everytime I spotted them, after I moved to Chennai.

Cops in bigger cities are no better. Once, after working late, I was on my way back home on a friend's bike. I was stopped by two policemen near Holy Angels convent in Pondy Bazaar. The inspector was drunk and he treated me as if I were a criminal. Despite showing my identity card, he threatened to beat me up and made me sit on the pavement. He called my home and woke up my folks and spoke rudely to my brother. I have no clue why he did that. A year back, a cop in Bangalore stopped the auto I was traveling in and asked 'What kind of a party was it that goes on till midnight? Don't you have any sense? Can't you get back home early?' I wanted to tell him it was none of his fucking business, but the wisdom from my earlier experiences stopped me from doing so. One might ask 'why didn't you complain? why didn't you take legal recourse?' The answer is that I am chicken. I am a coward. I don't want something like that to affect my family or friends. No, don't laugh, it is worse than what's shown in the movies. Ask any small town person.

The Gujrat fake encounters is just one of thousands of failures of our system.
A glance the Andhra chapter of the India Human Rights Report (PDF, 600+ KB) reveals startling, alarming statistics:
The National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB) of the Government of India recorded 53 deaths in police custody and deaths of 85 civilians in police firing in Andhra Pradesh during 2005.3 The NHRC had recorded 13 deaths in police custody, 116 in judicial custody and 18 deaths in encounters in the state during 2004-2005.
The NHRC recorded 18 deaths in encounters in the State during 2004-2005.
The National Crime Records Bureau recorded 53 deaths in police custody during 2005 while the NHRC had recorded 13 deaths in police custody during 2004-2005.

And, that's just Andhra Pradesh. And, just alleged violations by cops. I don't even want to talk about our beloved ministers and members of the parliament. Human trafficking is one of the crimes they are being accused of right now, but you know the whole list: rape, murder and what not.
And, some of us scream about Richard Gere kissing Shilpa Shetty; about how it is not 'our culture.' Is rape and murder our culture? Why the fuck are we silent about such issues?
It is a shame that we continue to display amazing patience (apathy?) to the shit that they throw at us consistently. So, the least we can do is stop burdening the judiciary with stupid and senseless PILs like those seeking the arrest of some actor kissing another! For fuck's sake, we wrote the kamasutra people! We invented good sex. So let's not act all prude. Fuck! it is in our culture!

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Blogger Synchronicity Diva said...

This country has only two types of people: First type is scared of everything and everybody. And the second scares everybody who comes across their way. If you go deeper into the country-psychology (something like collective unconscious), you will realize that both are fearful, thus, insecure. Exploitation, killing, power hunger and so on, all stem from FEAR. That's why wise say opposite of love is not hate, it's fear.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007 4:15:00 PM GMT+05:30  
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Monday, July 9, 2007 5:15:00 PM GMT+05:30  

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