Updated On: 25 August, 2024 08:43 AM IST | Mumbai | Rahul da Cunha
Look, these last two, Kolkata and Badlapur, the nature of the crimes shocked even me, but alas there will be no outcome, no justice for the families.

Illustration/Uday Mohite
Ironically this year, they all happened around Raksha Bandhan, a day that’s meant to celebrate the protecting of sisters--the doc in Kolkata, the kids in Badlapur … the usual outrage that follows. Candle marches, concerned citizen morchas, collective anger—it’ll all die down soon, we’re counting the days we need to lie low, before we can strike again.
One of our fellow “rakshasas” was on the prowl again (how he found his way into a hospital, don’t ask me, a civic volunteer no less, does no one do reference checks anymore?)—many of us, well some us, sexual predators are still amazed at what a social and political fiasco follows a rape, especially one that becomes a high-profile one… like Kolkata. What a grisly mess, and I’m not talking about the body itself, or the crime—the whole aftermath, the faulty investigation, the farcical probe, the lateness of the FIR, the family not being allowed to see their dead daughter. Politicians hitting out at each other, the hospital dean passing it off as suicide, delays in post mortem, cops messing up the evidence—the state government actually organised a protest against itself, if that isn’t a self-goal. I tell you, for us, the system is our ally, its apathy, its inertia, its corrupt nature—because nothing happens, no one convicts us—we have no fear of a sentence, or a noose. We watch from the wings, while everyone shoots themselves in the foot. Look, these last two, Kolkata and Badlapur, the nature of the crimes shocked even me, but alas there will be no outcome, no justice for the families.