There’s a new movie out, and I’m sure you’ve heard about it. It’s based in Delhi — on a murder that took place right here in 1999. It’s also based on the people of Delhi — those who did not rest until justice was delivered to the family of the victim.
Ironic then, that the very day the movie released, newspapers across the country splashed stories about the year 2010 seeing the biggest surge in crime in the Capital.
The figures, based on an annual survey conducted by the Delhi Police, are stark; 489 rapes, 519 murders, 1,596 instances of snatching, 13,794 cases of motor vehicle theft… and a whole lot more, totaling 52,675 crimes.
Yet, on Friday, the topic of conversation wasn’t the Capital’s new avatar as Dante’s
, it was
No One Killed Jessica
. Through the day, I decided to observe my colleagues as they read the 10-odd newspapers the office subscribes to. Someone munched on french fries and flipped through the sports page, while another spent 10 expressionless minutes on the story, only to look up and comment, ‘Dhoni has a sports academy?’ referring to an ad on the page.
And, it wasn’t just they who were unmoved. Even I found myself being angrier at my lack of horror than I am at the stats themselves.
I guess being apathetic is a pre-requisite before one can be a true Delhiwallah. Even so, this detachment is something I would’ve expected from a crime reporter or a cop, someone who has no choice but to be pragmatic. But for all of us to be so blasé… what is wrong with us? Have the 1.82 crore people of Delhi turned into ostriches, burying their heads in the sand? Have we forgotten the people beyond the statistics?
Why aren’t we protesting at India Gate? Why aren’t bloggers and Twitter-happy people sparking debates? Where are the Facebook groups? Where is the power of the people that brought the justice system of the country to its knees after the Jessica Lall verdict? Seriously, isn’t it time we asked ourselves, why we aren’t angry yet?