Life…is elsewhere, not here: Rizwanur Rehman
I have never turned to news and events in this blog, but the screaming headlines in todays newspaper forced me to change my habits. Ragpicker cannot restrain anger today.In my city, Rizwanur Rehman fell in love with a wealthy businessman’s daughter. Priyanka Todi was this not-so-affluent computer teacher’s student. Their relationship was not approved by Priyanka’s parents. Still they married under the Special Marriage Act (this goddamn state still categorises marriage between two consenting adults under religious heads; the Special Marriage Act clubs ’secular’ instances of marriage!). Apparently, Priyanka was happy in his ‘poor’ husband’s home.
But the parents weren’t. They accused Rizwanur of abduction, something which does not hold much ground. Then – now this is the most atrocious of all – this wealthy business-family used their political clout and their bonhomie with the Calcutta police to threaten the couple (timeline beneath) and forced Priyanka to return to her parents for indefinite period. The girl resisted; but when she was informed that her father has ’suffered a mild cardiac arrest’ she had to return.
Yesterday, his body was discovered, skull crushed, beside a railway track.
A riot-situation ensued in parts of my city, crowds accusing police of murdering the man, something which is debatable; but the police cannot deny that they have intruded – with tragic results – into a married couple’s life. It’s an instance of the state killing love.
Why did Priyanka’s parents disapprove of their daughter’s choice of life-partner? The issue of their disparate status, the rich-versus-poor, comes in. But how can this situation resist hinting this suspicion that a rich, upper-caste, conservative Hindu family was not willing for a Muslim son-in-law?
My heart bleeds for the couple: the dead man and the woman whose state of bereavement and process of mourning remains thoroughly disturbed. And I curse those uniformed suckers who can easily whore themselves to rich and fat businessmen and act as hired goons, well-payed and idle enough to intrude into the private life of a newly married. They considered themselves a Bush into Rizwanur’s Iraq.
Life…is elsewhere, not here.
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Following, major news clippings about the event from Sep 23, 2007 onwards
(if news sources are not mentioned, they are from The Telegraph, Calcutta, India.)
Dear Readers, this post remains the most visited one in the history of this blog (view: Visit Statistics of this post) and I have also decided to gather news on the Rizwanur Rehman case here, as a result the page was turning out to be interminably long. Fed with some large-sized images, it took time to load and became more cumbersome for me to edit. Therefore I have decided to organize the news in a more systematic way: though the overarching framework of the following is chronological, in some places it is broken to maintain a thematic unity of the news. Click the links below to visit the pages.
News Collection Contents
1 The Death and Aftermath
2 The CBI Inquiry Starts
3 The Todi Stories
4 The Inquiry Continues
5 The New York Times Report
6 Cop Corruption, Missing Bond, Snehashis Ganguly
7 Mourning and Rizwanur’s Grave
8 Priyanka’s Words
9 Cops and Money and Lies
10 New Twists in the Tale
11 Lies and Skletons in the Todi Closet
12 Priyanka’s Letters
13 Ex Cop-Chief faces the Music
14 ‘Abetment to commit suicide’ New!
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There is elements greed, ,violence, of injustice on this crap rock-planet. I’d rather not think on that, right now.
I feel sad and grief struckin for Pryanka…. glad you posted this.
I am sorry readers, this post has invited the maximum hits in the 5 month old history of my blog, but I have closed commenting here because comments of certain sorts are arriving of which this blog is neither accustomed nor does it invite. I expected sharp reactions, but I wanted sensible reactions too. There had been sensible responses also, but if I close commenting…neither will those appear too.
To certain readers…I would request you to reconsider your views please. You think that Rizwanur has done something wrong by transgressing Islam since she fell in love with a girl from another religion. And then – as one commented – he deserves his death ; I oppose your view vehemently. I am respectful of Islam and an admirer of Sufi poets and thoughts, which inspire many posts in this blog, I don’t think your’s – the particular gentleman’s who commented so – is the only model of Islam, transgressing which Rizwanur died. You abused Priyanka and his father in strong abusive words. Ashok Todi fits the description well; but no, I can’t let Priyanka be described in such abusive language in my blog.
Its shocking to imagine that if my city would have been governed by rabid people like you Rizwanur would have met the same fate which he did, you would have stoned him to death for marrying an idolater Hindu girl. Governed by so-called ‘communists’ now…the same fate would he have faced if this city would have been governed by those men who ravaged the Babri Masjid in 1992. Three sorts of possible powerful men…same sort of death-sentence!
I am also appalled when some of you mentioned that Rizwanur was a sort of fool, a sort of gold-digger who married Priyanka for his father’s money. Priyanka left her house without even a mobile phone, so that her husband is not accused in any way of those sorts of allegations! Rizwanur was not pursuing money, he wouldn’t have gone to the public bodies regarding human rights and justice if he was lusting after Todi’s money. No, Rizwanur’s is not a Bollywood story. He was an educated and level-headed young man with correct awareness of citizenship, a very much loved and loving teacher and an artist… One of his student’s recollections will appear in my next post.
I am sorry. I am paying my respects to the dead and my condolence to the widow. Grief, silence and a correct sort of anger is something I wish to express and allow in my blog…
In this city, Rizwanur is an icon I wish to keep alive at least in this blog: lover, teacher, artist, rebel…an emblem of youth when young men and women are largely turning oblivious of history, shallow, reactionary and conservative. But I never lose faith on young minds. They might be wrong, but never evil like the powerful middle-aged scums.
In my blog…Don’t abuse Rizwanur…
Love…can be dangerous…to you people, but never wrong.