Thursday, January 18, 2007
how do I reach you
How do I reach you
when you are there
in my sight
in my arms
your oceanic blue eyes drowning me
but its depth beyond my reach
How do I reach you
when you are there
for me
with me
in my arms
but beyond my reach
How do I reach you
when you are there
with me on the parapet
by the blue sea
your fingers snaking on my mine
but the storm raging in your heart beyond my reach
How do I reach you
when you are there
as I wince for you
away from your eyes and mind
when I know you bleed as I wince
but you decide to stay away beyond my reach
How do I reach you
when you shut yourself
but put the key beyond my reach
Monday, January 15, 2007
Bombay's serial killer still at large
The South Mumbai serial killer, who has snuffed out eight lives of vagabonds/drug addicts till last count, is still at large. And waiting to kill more.
But atleast we now know some of his traits. He definitely drugs and sexually abuses his victims. And likes killing them in his topohraphical arc of comfort---a particular area or stretch.
The railway overbridges between Churchgate and Marine Lines railway station are the spots where he probably loves hunting down his victims---his last four victims were targeted there.
This pattern, interestingly, is reminiscient of the city's last well-known serial killer---Raman Raghav. In 1969, he killed 9 persons with his crowbar. He would grab his victims in and around the arc over a municipal waterpipe in North Mumbai.
The police, meanwhile, now believe that a group of killers may be responsible for the recent string of roadside murders.
This theory is based on the dis-similarity in the pattern of the killings---the instruments of murder have been both blunt objects and sharp weapons.
But the theory may turn out to be wrong. Till now, deaths attributed to psychopathic killings have always been perpetrated by one individual. It is too random to find two like-minded psychopaths ganging up to line up bodies for the police to collect.
Raghav, to go back to the last such case chronicled in the city, had told the police on getting arrested that he apparently received divine instructions to kill---he was `told' that the pipeline was the boundary between evil and good, India and Pakistan.
So he killed in the `Pakistan zone' across the pipeline.
Another small nugget on his psychological make-up was that he had resisted interrogations for days robustly, but volunteered to tell all the grisly details after getting fed his choicest meal---curry chicken---and allowed to comb and oil himself.
For him, probably, the soft treatment worked instead of brute force.
What might the current serial killer believe in that fuels his drive to kill his victims?
Will it turn out to be a divine inspiration aka Raghav?
What might make him `sing' his crime-details once he gets nabbed?
He might turn out to be a mix of a typical psychopath like Raghav and a smart, weird character who does it just for the love of killing and daring the police to nab him!
But atleast we now know some of his traits. He definitely drugs and sexually abuses his victims. And likes killing them in his topohraphical arc of comfort---a particular area or stretch.
The railway overbridges between Churchgate and Marine Lines railway station are the spots where he probably loves hunting down his victims---his last four victims were targeted there.
This pattern, interestingly, is reminiscient of the city's last well-known serial killer---Raman Raghav. In 1969, he killed 9 persons with his crowbar. He would grab his victims in and around the arc over a municipal waterpipe in North Mumbai.
The police, meanwhile, now believe that a group of killers may be responsible for the recent string of roadside murders.
This theory is based on the dis-similarity in the pattern of the killings---the instruments of murder have been both blunt objects and sharp weapons.
But the theory may turn out to be wrong. Till now, deaths attributed to psychopathic killings have always been perpetrated by one individual. It is too random to find two like-minded psychopaths ganging up to line up bodies for the police to collect.
Raghav, to go back to the last such case chronicled in the city, had told the police on getting arrested that he apparently received divine instructions to kill---he was `told' that the pipeline was the boundary between evil and good, India and Pakistan.
So he killed in the `Pakistan zone' across the pipeline.
Another small nugget on his psychological make-up was that he had resisted interrogations for days robustly, but volunteered to tell all the grisly details after getting fed his choicest meal---curry chicken---and allowed to comb and oil himself.
For him, probably, the soft treatment worked instead of brute force.
What might the current serial killer believe in that fuels his drive to kill his victims?
Will it turn out to be a divine inspiration aka Raghav?
What might make him `sing' his crime-details once he gets nabbed?
He might turn out to be a mix of a typical psychopath like Raghav and a smart, weird character who does it just for the love of killing and daring the police to nab him!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Bombay's hunt for a serial killer
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Salom
Am anonymous, ageless.
Ok, am in the twenties.I live in Bombay and love this city of hopes and despair, of wet mornings and uneasy summers, and vertical expanse and horizontal optimism.I connect to this city. easily.
It has a new name---Mumbai--- though, since mid-nineties; I arrived here a few years later. Somewhere from North India, someplace .
What are my first memories about the city...The wide Fort roads, flanked by sometimes robust, often crumbling Gothic/Art deco buildings, smelling of acrid sweat but of wet leaves occasionally, lure me enchanted.
The silent silvery beaches along its northern coast draw me to them...
The Xavier's campus transports me to just another world. A world of faces, of ringing laughters and arched eyebrows, from twinkling eyes to smiling ones, of high-pitched calls to low whispers.A world of melting shadows and collapsing voices...
I am at home in Bombay.But a stranger forever in the city's new address, Mumbai.Why does that Mumbai look not mine, but this Bombay looks familiar.Is it about the name . Or is about the world that changes with it. Instantly. Imperceptibly, yet clearly.
A world am a part of; another world where am only an outsider.Am caught in the coalescing of the two worlds. As i travel, grope, and find my way through, the journey will become the destination itself. Perhaps.I move amid people and places of different sorts that look similar at some points, some time.
I find new meanings in them along the way, while loose a few old meanings.
Let's go..
Ok, am in the twenties.I live in Bombay and love this city of hopes and despair, of wet mornings and uneasy summers, and vertical expanse and horizontal optimism.I connect to this city. easily.
It has a new name---Mumbai--- though, since mid-nineties; I arrived here a few years later. Somewhere from North India, someplace .
What are my first memories about the city...The wide Fort roads, flanked by sometimes robust, often crumbling Gothic/Art deco buildings, smelling of acrid sweat but of wet leaves occasionally, lure me enchanted.
The silent silvery beaches along its northern coast draw me to them...
The Xavier's campus transports me to just another world. A world of faces, of ringing laughters and arched eyebrows, from twinkling eyes to smiling ones, of high-pitched calls to low whispers.A world of melting shadows and collapsing voices...
I am at home in Bombay.But a stranger forever in the city's new address, Mumbai.Why does that Mumbai look not mine, but this Bombay looks familiar.Is it about the name . Or is about the world that changes with it. Instantly. Imperceptibly, yet clearly.
A world am a part of; another world where am only an outsider.Am caught in the coalescing of the two worlds. As i travel, grope, and find my way through, the journey will become the destination itself. Perhaps.I move amid people and places of different sorts that look similar at some points, some time.
I find new meanings in them along the way, while loose a few old meanings.
Let's go..
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