Priyadarshini Mattoo Case:
A son of an IPS officer raped and murdered a girl in India - year 1999.
The Supreme Court of India in 2010 upheld the conviction of Santosh Kumar Singh in the 12-year-old Priyadarshini Mattoo rape and murder case but reduced the death sentence to life imprisonment, saying certain things were in his favour.
Singh was acquitted by the trial court on December 3, 1999, but the Delhi high court had on October 27, 2006, reversed that decision by holding him guilty of rape and murder.
Even after so many evidences and the DNA test conclusively prove his guilt he is just getting a life sentence by SC... what a Shame on Indian Judicial System!!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
When Sachin plays..
When Sachin plays, city roads are easy and trains and buses run empty at rush hour. The markets take a beating...
When Sachin plays, grandmothers who know next to nothing about the game forget knitting and resting and medicines and pray their gods as they sit frozen, staring nervously at their television screen...
When Sachin plays , busy, ambitious executives ignore their calls and cancel their appointments and avoid their clients and miss their deadlines amd their careers on hold...
When Sachin plays, college Common Rooms are dense and tense and hushed as an entire generation sits on pins and needles...
When Sachin plays, school-yards are silent and playgrounds are deserted because those who normally make such a racket imitating their hero are all too busy watching him make batting look so ridiculously easy...
When Sachin plays, fathers who want the news and daugthers and mothers who always want soft stuff and brothers who fight for action, for once all agree on what to watch...
When Sachin plays, bowlers and fielders and opposing captains feel their impotence and inadequacy like at no other time and curse themselves and wonder what they can do, if anything, to end the shame, the nightmare, the humiliation...
When Sachin plays, commentators and experts run out of adjectives and expressions of wonder and comparisons...
When Sachin plays, lay spectators have no need for words at all and just jump and scream and whistle and clap and hug each other and cry and wave their flags and banners and thank their lucky stars for being there...
When Sachin plays, India forgets its differences and divisions and teeters between tensions and exhilaration and breaths and laughs and cries as one, as its heart fills with pride and joy and patriotism...
When Sachin plays, all else is IRRELEVANT.
When Sachin plays, grandmothers who know next to nothing about the game forget knitting and resting and medicines and pray their gods as they sit frozen, staring nervously at their television screen...
When Sachin plays , busy, ambitious executives ignore their calls and cancel their appointments and avoid their clients and miss their deadlines amd their careers on hold...
When Sachin plays, college Common Rooms are dense and tense and hushed as an entire generation sits on pins and needles...
When Sachin plays, school-yards are silent and playgrounds are deserted because those who normally make such a racket imitating their hero are all too busy watching him make batting look so ridiculously easy...
When Sachin plays, fathers who want the news and daugthers and mothers who always want soft stuff and brothers who fight for action, for once all agree on what to watch...
When Sachin plays, bowlers and fielders and opposing captains feel their impotence and inadequacy like at no other time and curse themselves and wonder what they can do, if anything, to end the shame, the nightmare, the humiliation...
When Sachin plays, commentators and experts run out of adjectives and expressions of wonder and comparisons...
When Sachin plays, lay spectators have no need for words at all and just jump and scream and whistle and clap and hug each other and cry and wave their flags and banners and thank their lucky stars for being there...
When Sachin plays, India forgets its differences and divisions and teeters between tensions and exhilaration and breaths and laughs and cries as one, as its heart fills with pride and joy and patriotism...
When Sachin plays, all else is IRRELEVANT.
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