This incident caused furore in the country in sporadic intervals. And rightly so. Aruna Shanbaug's heart wrenching story is a testimony of depravity and excruciatingly dismissive attitude of bureaucracy and legal and procedural ineptitude that this country has always been subject to. At the same time it echoes the universal sentiment of love, care and empathy for a patient who breaks into peals of laughter as quickly as she can break into an avalanche of screams; vicious, scary, hair-raising. The cotorted blindness and ibtermittent moans make you shudder. And to think that this is a true story makes me want to tear my hair out.
Pinki Virani's book is investigative journalism at its best. She has done thorough and meticulous research and finer details of Aruna Shanbaug are eternally captured in the story.
I felt angry, not just at the perpetrator of the dastardly, inhuman and devilish act, but also at the authorities, the people, the relatives, and most of all the complainants. How can our country even think of disseminating justice when cases like this exist in the very recent history. It is simple. It is no one's problem!
The story is masterfully portrayed, but I also like the finer nuances and characterisation which the author brings about with panache. The red tapism, corruption, voyeurism, legal frailties, orthodoxies, Aruna's romantic side and yet the power of humanity spills over in most parts of the story. Although the author's view on euthanasia is well-known, it is commendable how balanced she is when she speaks from both sides of the opinion. It is a pity that lawmakers continue to dawdle over this but that's been happening since so long now. This is a disturbing tale and one you can't miss. You feel devastated for Aruna and simply furious at everything else that prolonged her agony. Salute to the nurses and staff who took care of Aruna relentlessly. Humanity may be scarce but it isn't dead yet.
This one is a must read.