Closure

It has been almost two years since I started writing this blog. When I read old posts, I am often embarrassed with my immaturity and poor ability with words. Given a chance I’d rewrite most of the stuff I had written earlier. Still I doubt if they’d look any better.

But the one piece for which I get most responses still remains “The autumn of a Naxalite.” That story itself is part of the reason why I started this blog. I looked around for someone to write it then. I wrote it myself before I forgot much. It was just an evening’s conversation with a man who was trying to move on with life, putting his past behind him. When I re-read it recently, I felt that there is more about me in that story than about the protagonist. 

 Then I started getting a flurry of mails- in the last few months. I discovered that the story has become a link in some websites which are known for extreme left positions. The mails came mostly from people who were reluctant to express their opinion in the blog itself. I had journalists requesting me for a meeting with Bhaskaran. ( He was reluctant to meet journalists). I heard from NRIs who, in the midst of their cosy existence, reached out and told me that the story reminded them of those dark days.  I also had a phone call from a friend who seemed to think that some of the facts have been disputed in another story that appeared in another blog. I was also told to remove a name which I had mentioned incorrectly (I removed it immediately- if anyone has an old printed copy of that story, it could still be seen). Some readers complemented me for the truly neutral stand I had taken in the story. (That’s what comes of many years as a faceless bureaucrat- one learns to be ambivalent about everything!!). Some wanted me to write the story of the victim’s son- who must be about my age. How they lived through the aftermath of the brutal murder. I am just a passive watcher of the left movement who wishes that the Indian society and state could obliterate vast divides in our midst- so that future generations do not drift to violence. I am no writer-Only a pretender who wishes he could write.

The Missus is worried that these developments would slot me as a sympathizer to the Naxalites/Maoists and cause me trouble in my unspectacular career of a Babu. I have no such fears. In the social scale, I am somewhat closer to the meek and deprived classes. When I read about protests in front of a writer’s house, I was more shocked by the address of the neighbourhood, than by the undemocratic nature of the protests. No one is surprised by the writer’s overt sympathy to secessionism or Maoism. I am shocked by the duplicity in characterizing every instrument of the Indian State as conspiratorial, corrupt and brutal- while living in tony Chanakyapuri addresses. Do they realize what their strident critique does to the spirit and morale of small foot-soldiers of the State who are earnestly trying to make a difference, while living solely on Sarkar wages? Can we have an apprenticeship scheme in Government, where NGOs, journalists and even Maoists can do a stint as Government Officials and help out in streamlining land records, relocating slum dwellers, preventing crime and maintaining roads, power and water supply in this vast populous country with a noisy democracy? They’d be a lot less shrill after that chastising experience.

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        It has the makings of a potboiler. It has everything, a slice of history, the romance of revolution, police brutality and lives quietly falling away like autumn leaves.    It was a policeman suffering from pangs of conscience who opened a can of worms.  He confessed that Varghese’s (the Naxal leader of the 1960s) murder was no encounter- but a cold blooded murder by police, on the orders of senior policemen. It set in motion a whole new process, a CBI enquiry and trial, which culminated in the sentencing of a retired Police Officer, who is in his 80s’, to jail. Does it bring closure to Varghese’s killing? The old man may not last out his sentence in jail. He was known even in those days as the demolition man of the Naxal movement. But remember, this was the 1970s. Institutions of law, policing etc were effective but not evolved.  

Funnily enough, I can see it from the police perspective. As guardians of law, it is their duty to preserve peace. The guys who attack police stations, burn and kill stand against every democratic institution. The very same establishment that they are striving to overthrow cannot afford the luxury of a trial. So, a cold blooded killing it is. Did the cops do it for money? Did they do it for revenge? Did they do it out of a sense of righteousness? 

They did what they did: driven by circumstances. Do we get closure to Varghese’s killing by sending an old man to jail? No. Let us hold a mirror to ourselves and promise that it won’t happen again.