The tenaliraman tales by patti, the comic strips and the
bollywood movies I saw up growing, depicted all possible thieves, dacoits and
criminals as lonely lads, with a big mole on the cheek or forehead and single
eyed. The imagibility of a thief is deep set in the mind as an easily identifiable
figure in a crowd and we look out for these features when in suspicion.
The image list of lookouts in all police stations also
invariably features people with at least one of the above characteristics. My
intellect in my patti, the rave director, the thoughtful writer or the alert
policemen ever did think that a thief and a criminal could me one among them,
actually one among us.
Isn’t it shocking to know that your best friend can strangle
you for your jewellery, your boyfriend can throw acid on your face, your tenant
living downstairs can rape our three our daughter, a student can murder his
teacher for advising him to concentrate in class. Homo sapiens, the most
civilised beings with the sixth sense who have the highest degree of
communication skills commit the most barbaric acts. Little did we ever realise
that we would wake up every day realizing every other person in our life is a
threat. We can neither trust words nor can trust actions.
Today a denim clad man with aviators and a porshe car living
in a posh locality is a hyper qualified engineer with loads of devil in those hidden angel eyes. Gone are those days when people would steal to satisfy their
hunger, today we steal, cheat and kill for greed, stress, revenge and anger.
“I think the key indicator for wealth is not good
grades, work ethic, or IQ. I believe it's relationships. Ask yourself two
questions: How many people do I know, and how much ransom money could I get for
each one?”
