On
the 11th February, 2013, as I stepped out of the train at 12.30 pm,
I received a call from someone living in a village in West Bengal. She was in a
state of panic. “Mita (name changed) has just got murdered by her nephew, at
12.15!”
At
first, the words did not sink in. But once on the way to my Office, I called
back again and listened to the events that lead up to the murder. The nephew,
just married a year ago, was living in Mita’s house with his widowed mother,
when recently, the family was asked to leave the house, because, Mita wanted to
sell the house. Having risen from abject poverty, Mita, had made a living for
herself, which fetched her enough money to own two small houses, one in her
village and the other in Pune, Maharashtra.She also had a comfortable income
and had become a celebrity in her village, because of the power of her pocket.
People in her family vied with each other, to be named the nominee of her
wealth. I suspect, no less, this nephew may too have nursed the same greed in
his heart.
On
the fateful day, Mita had returned from two days away from her house in the
village and was countered by her nephew, as she entered her house. A spurt of
violence ensued between the two and at 12.15, that afternoon, he picked up the
vegetable cutter called ‘bothi daa’
and struck her neck with it, causing her to die instantaneously. Suddenly
realizing what he had done, he hid inside the house, till the rest of the
neighbours broke open the door and pulling him out, beat him to death, with
their bare hands. In a span of one hour, two killings had taken place; the
police were called in only later.
Mita was an exceptionally bright woman. In ’73, she came to stay with us, to look after me, when I came to Bombay, to stay with my maternal aunt. We were very close to each other, quite naturally. She learned her letters while staying with us and later went to Hong Kong, and earned herself a lot of money. In her early teens, she had been married to a transvestite, who tortured her and forced her to leave himher. She later took diksha from Asaram Bapu and lived in Pune, in her own flat. In all, she spoke 5 languages, English, Hindi, Marathi, Gujarati and her native tongue, Bengali. She taught herself to read the Gita, the Hindu religious book; she read English minimally and wrote it for Banking purposes. She was an enthusiastic learner and it was a joy to teach her.
Mita was an exceptionally bright woman. In ’73, she came to stay with us, to look after me, when I came to Bombay, to stay with my maternal aunt. We were very close to each other, quite naturally. She learned her letters while staying with us and later went to Hong Kong, and earned herself a lot of money. In her early teens, she had been married to a transvestite, who tortured her and forced her to leave himher. She later took diksha from Asaram Bapu and lived in Pune, in her own flat. In all, she spoke 5 languages, English, Hindi, Marathi, Gujarati and her native tongue, Bengali. She taught herself to read the Gita, the Hindu religious book; she read English minimally and wrote it for Banking purposes. She was an enthusiastic learner and it was a joy to teach her.
Ashis
Nandy, in his chat with Moushumi Bhowmik and Sukanta Majumdar (The Hindu, Saturday, February 16, 2013, The
archive of separation) says, referring to the Delhi gang-rape, “I don’t see
anything as disjunctive but as part of a continuity. Murders, the gang rape,
the protests, all are part of a continuity. To me those youth at the India Gate
shouting for death sentence for the rapist, suggesting death by torture, there
is continuity. There is violence in the air in India, even those who were
protesting displayed the culture of violence.”
A few years ago, Prof Amartya Sen, called Kolkata the safest city in India, based on a study of Government generated crime report, which showed that Kolkata seemed to have the least crime. Needless to say, as we all know, most crimes against women go unreported and hence, the above statement does not hold water. Furthermore, in cases like the one cited about Mita and her nephew, which is not a case in isolation, what are we supposed to believe?
A few years ago, Prof Amartya Sen, called Kolkata the safest city in India, based on a study of Government generated crime report, which showed that Kolkata seemed to have the least crime. Needless to say, as we all know, most crimes against women go unreported and hence, the above statement does not hold water. Furthermore, in cases like the one cited about Mita and her nephew, which is not a case in isolation, what are we supposed to believe?
Does
violence exist as an integral part of our society? Can we take the law into our
hands? Does, an eye for an eye, serve a purpose, without the intervention of
law enforcing agencies? After all, if the Government’s machinery is slow to
act, or indecisive, then can we say that acts of violence may best be met with
violence, tatastu, here now?
The
dreadful news has still not sunk in. I regret that there is futility in the
conversation, except for only reasoning purpose.
And
for coming to terms with the fact that Mita is no more. Does it really matter
how she died?
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2 comments:
well, in spite of everything, yes, it does matter how she died. because yes, i agree that violence and anger is in the air in india.. and so is intolerance. we look down on the old way of life in india when people (both men as well as women) tolerated a lot.. the concept of 'adjustment', but there is no denying that there was a sort of acceptance.. a sort of tolerance... which also led to a sort of calmness. Today, there is so much of competition. everyone wants to be the best, the richest, the most famous, the most talented..... and there is no sense of acceptance of others'. even within a family, there is no understanding because everyone wants to be right... that leads to anger, and then violence.. which results in such tragedies. its a pity, but I cant even see a solution in sight :(
Thank you Anuradha, for your measured and meaningful comment. I think that even if we think of violence, we are already violent. It is sad, that Mita, having made such a difference to her own life, should have come to such an end. This is called, 'prarabdha' Anuradha. I don't like to believe in these things but then, there does not seem to be other answers too.
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