Justice For SSR

Sushant Singh Rajput is unlikely to get justice. Why, you ask? Simple: Because the same factor that set the "Justice For SSR" ball rolling will derail the movement. And that factor is Us.

Sushant Singh Rajput

Have you ever wondered why the Palghar Sadhu Lynching incident didn't kickstart a mass movement of protest but the death of a 34-year-old actor did? Again, simple: It had nothing to do with "Oh Hindu Sadhus therefore ignored" (though that was definitely there), but the heinous, cold-blooded, long-in-the-making and utterly, absolutely ruthless manner in which a celebrity with a boy-next-door image was surrounded by a group of rich and powerful and pushed to a dark corner from which there was no escape except a long last fall over the edge into oblivion, and subsequently the media-police-politician-bollywood-underworld nexus that worked like a scarily well-oiled machinery to hush up the case, which reminded the country about the Dec 2012 atrocity in Delhi and roused the nation's collective conscience. It was, simply put, a question: "If such a terrible thing can happen to Sushant, then what hope do we commonfolk have?" It was a repeat act of the question that the country had asked itself at the time of Nirbhaya. This time, it was Sushant.

A major, major clean-up of the viper's den that bollywood has become has been overdue. Anyone not conforming to the rules is given a gentle push over the edge, a figurative hand in the back, and the rest is taken care of police investigations that find nothing suspicious, politicians who orchestrate their cadres in the guise of supportive fans, and media stooges who already have shiny, spanking-new clean chits out and waving in the air, pouring the milk of "child in a man's body" and "so much humanitarian work" and "weeps when he hears a 'lori' song and has to be consoled by his mum" on the blood of innocents dripping from the hands of the khans, the bhatts, the kapoors and the johars. Divya Bharti and Sridevi were drunk, Jiah Khan and Sushant and Parveen Babi were depressed... Same screenplay, different victims.

And this is where the secret of their escape route lies: the ability to orchestrate a whitewashing-and-hoodwinking campaign that has us eating out of their hands time and time again. We will forget all about Sushant the moment the next bachchan / srk / salman / ranbir kapoor film hits the theaters because to us, celebrating the glory of our stars who care two hoots about us matters more than innocent lives nipped in the bud in the most monstrous manner possible and justice and punishment...until the next dead body appears, hanging from the ceiling or drowned in a bathtub.

But remember one thing: the next guy or girl who falls victim to these hungry predators coming out of the scummy cesspool of unlimited power could be someone you love. I hope your breathless anticipation of the next bachchan / srk / salman / ranbir / deepika movie remains the same at that moment of utter despair.

P.S.: Here are some snaps of bollywood's A-listers with brothers Annel Mussarat and Nabeel Mussarat, two of pakistan's richest and most powerful businessmen, who often act as go-betweens between pakistan's ISI and the rich and the famous, esp of the Indian variety.
"Nothing wrong in being clicked with some businessmen, even if they're from pakistan," you say? Well, do remember that that is exactly how dawood ibrahim had dug his tentacles deep inside bollywood in the 1980s.

In Pictures below: Pakistani Businessmen Brothers Annel Mussarat and Nabeel Mussarat with various bollywood stars

How We Feel Without You

If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane,

We’d run right up to heaven above, and bring You home again.

A thousand words can’t bring You back,

We know because we tried,

And neither can a million tears,

We know because we cried.

As every tear we shed for You becomes a star above,

We build for You a House of Lights, lit by eternal love.

You never said You’re going away,

You never said goodbye,

You were gone before we knew,

And only god knew why.

An angel in the Book of Life

Wrote down our Baby’s birth.

She closed the book too soon, and said:

“Too beautiful for Earth.”

None know the pain that drowns our souls,

What we are forced to face,

You have our word: we’ll meet again,

Someday we will embrace.

There’ll be a time, we promise You,

We’ll meet on heaven’s land,

We’ll kiss Your face; we’ll hold You tight,

And then You’ll understand.

We hear that it was “meant to be,

God doesn’t make mistakes…”

But that won’t soften our worst blow,

Or make our hearts not ache.

Our hearts still mourn in wretched grief,

And secret tears still flow,

Oh, what it means to lose You,

How painfully we know!

When we are sad and lonely,

And everything goes wrong,

We hear You whisper in our ears:

“Cheer up and carry on.”

Each time we see Your pictures,

You seem to smile and say:

“Don’t cry, I’m only sleeping, folks,

We’ll meet again someday.”

They say there is a reason,

They say that time will heal,

But neither time nor reason,

Will change the way we feel.

For no one knows the heartache,

That we in our smiles hide,

And no one knows how many times,

We’ve broken down and cried.

We’ll tell You a little secret, Angel,

So You will have no doubt:

You’re so wonderful to think of,

But so hard to live without.

In life we loved You dearly,

In death we love You still,

In our hearts You hold a place,

That none can ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose You,

But You didn’t go alone,

For our hearts went with You,

The day god took You home.

The world may never notice if a snowdrop doesn’t bloom,

Or even stop to shed a tear if one’s joy turns to gloom.

But every life that ever forms, or ever comes to be,

Touches the world in some small way for all eternity.

The Little One who we long for

Was swiftly here and gone,

But the love Her presence planted is

A light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,

Our hearts know what to do.

Each heartbeat of our grieving souls

Speaks of our love for You.

To some You are forgotten,

To others, part of the past,

But to us who loved and lost You,

Your love will always last.

Nothing on earth matters now,

And we feel so alone;

Our hearts will always be broken,

Our lives will never be whole.

We might be parted for a while;

Our souls will be together,

For one day soon we’ll re-unite,

This time it’ll be forever.

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Inspired by obituary poems on http://www.grieving-parents.com/