Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Justice-The Only Dream




There is indeed a very well-known principle in criminal jurisprudence propounded by Blackstone, an acclaimed authority on criminal jurisprudence:
"It is better that ten guilty persons escape than that one innocent suffer"  
Have you ever tried analysing the rationale behind this principle? Do you know what might have possibly motivated Blackstone to propound this principle? When the ultimate aim of any system of criminal jurisprudence is to eliminate and/or control the crime rate, then why does this principle form the bedrock of criminal jurisprudence of almost all the civilized nations of the world? Why indeed are the courts encouraged to err on the side of innocent? It might be interesting to note that this principle also has religious backing and finds mention is various religious scriptures. 

In order to fully appreciate the rationale behind this principle, one should note the impact wrong accusation and conviction has on the psychic of the victim in particular and the civility of the society at large.
 Have you ever come across a person who has been wrongly accused of the crime he or she did not commit? Have you seen the emotional trauma that he goes through whilst trying to swim through the ocean of lies, deceit, humiliation, social boycott and social shaming? Have you ever come across a person who tries to fight in vain the deadly battle waged by the combined power of unscrupulous investigating authority, gradually trudging judiciary and hasty media?  To fully appreciate the psychological impact of wrongful investigation and conviction on an innocent person, I recommend you to write the following white paper:
I have closely watched the impact of wrongful investigation on people whom I am very close to. May be destiny is pushing me to proactively do something about these issues. May be this is a sign, a gentle nudge by providence. And I must say that I am indeed going to take up this cause. For I have seen falsely accuse persons being ripped apart by the combined forces of judiciary, media and investigating authority.


As a part of my fight for this cause, I would like to narrate the unbelievably tragic tale of Hiren Rathod . After having closely watched the incidences that transpired in his life, I have reached a conclusion that there is a monumental task ahead. Let me take the liberty of drawing your attention the reason why I am so deeply motivated to kick start the movement for fighting for those who are wrongly accused. Let me tell you the true story of Hiren Rathod, of what he was and what the evil forces of dysfunctional social institutions made him out to be.
I knew Hiren for the longest of time considering the fact that we studied in the same school right from nursery. Not that we were very close friend, but I do recall him to be a very happy go lucky, social, boisterous person who was full of life and energy. We were in different class. However, Hiren was really popular in school on account of his social persona. He had a good reputation academically and he participated in a lot of school activities. 
As destiny would have it, post class 10th, our lives took different turn and we took admission in different colleges. I studied law and got busy with my legal career whereas Hiren took up engineering. I wasn’t in touch with him during this decade and got to know about him only through common friends. Therefore, in the year 2010 when I read certain media reports about Hiren, I was shocked and surprised. However, after having studied law for five years, and being blessed with a very objective and detached mind, I instantly knew that something was amiss. After all, being a lawyer, I know the system too well to believe what is printed in the media. I do not get drawn by catchy lines for I am minded about the tendency of investigative journalists of jumping to conclusion without bothering to fully investigate the matter.  I had to do my own dispassionate research to get to the truth of the matter. Knowing Hiren and knowing the system, I reserved my judgement. 
I therefore decided to get in touch with Hiren. If he was innocent, it was my duty, as a friend and as a lawyer, to help him fight this battle.  I still recall the year 2010 clearly. I recall meeting Hiren clearly. And I must admit that I try to push those pictures out of my sight for they are disturbing indeed. I recall visiting a man who was broken in body and spirit. I remember the bruises on third degree torture on his persona. I recall the vacant look in his eye. I recall the distrusting spirit who was afraid of the very air he was breathing. This indeed wasn’t the man I knew during school time. It took me a great deal of convincing to ask him to narrate the incidences. I heard his story, not as a friend but strictly as a lawyer for a wanted to be objective while appreciating the facts. I asked him all possible questions to find any gap, any loophole. Hiren was out on bail. I perused all the case papers to complete my analysis. I spoke to his then lawyers to get to the root of the matter. During the course of the next few days, I reviewed all the evidence on record and did my due diligence.  I was shocked to note the extent of miscarriage of justice that happened in this case. It was surprising how the media published stories by total non-application of mind. Just to quote the extent of wrongful publication by the press and consequentially tell what the truth is, it is worth mentioning the following wrongful facts stated in the media:
(a)  Wrong factual information about Hiren Rathod
The press completely misconstrued the facts on the basis of the concocted version given by the police. At times, some reports stated his name wrongly as “Hiten Rathod”, at times, some reports stated his place of residence incorrectly as “Ghatkoper” or “Andheri”. In some instances, they got the relationship with the deceased wrong.   The true facts are that Hiren never resided in Andheri or Gathkoper. On the contrary, he resided in Dahisar back then.  When the press can report such preliminary information incorrectly, how can one rely on it for reaching conclusion about anyone?
(b)  Wrongful reporting about the reason why Hiren Rathod was apprehended
A lot of papers wrongly stated as follows:
"The deceased's cellphone was traced a day after her murder on the basis of IMEI number to a dealer in Fort, Mumbai. The SIM card was destroyed before it was sold. The dealer on interrogation gave description of the person who sold the phone to him. On the basis of the dealer’s clues Snehal's boyfriend, Hiren Rathod was apprehended. Hiren Rathod, a Ghatkopar resident."
Let me point out the tale of lies in the newspaper report:
(a) As stated above, Hiren Rathod never resided in Gathkoper. He was residing in Dahisar.  
(b) Secondly, Hiren WAS NEVER CAUGHT/APPREHENDED ON THE BASIS OF IDENTIFICATION BY THE PHONE DEALER OF FORT.
The media should first do a detailed due diligence, ask all possible questions to the authority prior to wrongly stating such incriminating facts.
The true and correct facts are as follows:
The Fort Vendor gave the following description of the man who sold the cell phone to him and who was the probable killer:
A 25 to 30 year old man, weatish in complexion who was 5.6 in height and who had a moustache. Hiren Rathod, on the other hand, was a 22 year old boy back then, completely clean shaven and most importantly he was 6.4 feet in height. His unusually tall frame is difficult to miss

Pictures of the potential accused released by the investigating authority did not match one bit with Hiren on account of the description given by the Fort telephone dealer. You can see the sketch released by police for yourself. These facts are abundantly clear from the evidence on record. There wasn’t an iota of evidence against



Hiren. Hiren’s lawyers who got the bail for him infact precisely relied on this fact to point out the hole in the prosecution story. Hiren’s height was a saviour! The incident happened in the year July, 2007. The fort deal couldn’t make a mistake because Hiren is unusually tall. In the identification parade, the phone dealer DID NOT recognize Hiren as the one who sold the cell phone.  .Had that been the case, he would have been booked immediately in July/August, 2007 itself. However, that was not the case. Therefore, a lot of false, fictitious and baseless reporting was indulged in by the reporters. This false reporting leads a lot of readers to wrongly drawn inference about Hiren. 
(c)  Course of event that happened post 2007
Hiren was in India till the year 2008, i.e, for 1 (one) good year after the incident. Had the phone dealer identified him, he would have been instantly nabbed. The sketches of the person who sold the phone are available with the authority and anyone who has an iota of doubt may check for himself.
(d)  Voltas Alibi-Strongest Evidence proving Hiren’s innocence
Hiren had joined Voltas on July 9th, 2007 and the incident of murder occurred on 19th July, 2007, i.e., just 10 days after his joining.  Being on probation, Hiren was very particular about attending his office. Voltas gave a certificate supporting and substantiating his alibi. The distance between his office located in Chincpokli and the place of crime, i.e., Dombivili was almost 2 hours one way. He was in office from 9am to 5:30pm on 19th July, 2007 and there are enough material on record with the authorities since 2007 as they conducted investigation in Voltas as well.  As per the post mortem report, the crime happened between 12:00pm and 6:00pm.   From the evidence on record, Hiren was in office at that stage and it was humanly impossible for him to remain absent from office for 5 to 6 good hours without being noticed by anyone.  The evidence by the company and the colleagues clearly indicates his presence in the office during the entire duration. Why will Voltas stand by Hiren? Why will his colleagues, most of whom who knew him only for 10 days stand by him? There was no personal relation. It is an MNC and it had not vested interest to protect Hiren. Voltas as an MNC and Hiren’s colleagues just stood by the truth, which, mind you, calls for a lot of guts in the face of a prejudiced investigating machinery who was determined to nail him.
Hiren suffered grave tragedies. He lost his girlfriend in the year 2007 for which he was wrongly accused without any iota of evidence. This is because he was an easy scape goat. Whenever a crime is committed, it is the lovers/husbands/boyfriends that comes under scanner. Many of them who are wrongly accused have suffered on this account. He tried picking up the pieces of his life together and went to US in the year 2008, i.e., after one good year post the incidence. He was about to graduate when he lost his father in the year 2010.

When he returned back, instead of being given the chance to mourn, he was subjected to physical torture by the investigation authorities and mental torture by the media who did not bother asking the right questions to the authorities. He lost his father, his mother was compelled to sell the house to pay the huge education loan and he lost his standing on account of being wrongly accused. Along with the deceased, Hiren himself has suffered grave injustice in front of the combined power of media, judiciary and investigating authority. He has lost faith in God and become an atheist. Had he committed the crime, he wouldn't have become an atheist. You lose faith only when you are badly shaken.
The police filed discharged report in the year 2011 and declared him innocent because they did not have an iota of evidence. Many newspaper articles attempt to indicate that Hiren was discharged on account of lack of evidence. These statements are very ambiguous. They try leading the public to believe that if there was enough evidence, Hiren would have been nailed. They do not realize the big disservice they are doing to public in general and Hiren in particular.  Hiren was discharged because there was absolutely no evidence at all.  The system owes Hiren Rathod an apology!
I supported Hiren to untangle this web of deceit and torture. I must say that he is blessed to have an amazing mother and close set of friends who chose to trust him and helped him to come out of this hell.  Gradually Hiren picked up the pieces of his broken dreams and tried building his life from scratch.
He had reached ground zero. His dreams were shattered. His existence was wiped out. He was socially boycotted. However, with the help of his mother, who herself underwent a living hell and the close set of friends Hiren chose to fight back.
He selected the profession of counselling students for higher education. He had no dreams of his own. He chose to revive his dreams by becoming a part of someone else’s dream.  His desire to study and settle in the US was put to an end for ever thanks to the wrongful investigation. May be he suffered for a reason. For he chose to assist thousands of those students who nurtured similar dreams. I see the genuine smile on his face when he is with his students. I see the same Hiren that I knew during school days when I see him with his students. The success of his students is his success for he has consciously substituted his dreams, hopes and vision by their dreams, hopes and vision.
It pains me to see that some vicious elements still try putting him down by viewing him through the cruel prism of his painful past. But I feel that the incidences of his life has created a spirit in him that shall not fade out.
His life has inspired me greatly. As a friend, lawyer and wife, I am committed to fight for all those who are wrongly accused.  There are lacs of under trial languishing in various jails of our country. I am keen fight on their behalf and start something in the nature of “Innocent Project” for such victims.
I have a long way to go. But the journey of Hiren’s life encourages me to start the journey with hope and optimism.


Thursday, June 23, 2016

Awkward Moments

I now have strong reason to conclude that one must never follow one’s husband’s advice.  On the contrary, one must out rightly discard and throw out of the window any and all piece of advice, opinion, and request when it comes from the husband and do exactly the opposite of what the husband pushes you to do.  You think I am exaggerating?  Let me tell you one small anecdote.
My dear husband Hiren asked me to go shopping with him last week.  As much as I hate shopping, I obliged him for the simple reason that his current shoe looked like the “Charan Paduka” of some bygone era and I was very keen to ensure that he got rid of it.  



 My dear husband, to my general displeasure and embarrassment, is gifted with a complicated trait of innocence coupled with childish over confidence.  The dear man is very boisterous and bubbly generally and reaches cloud 9 altogether when he sees a lot of shoes. His excitement for shoes makes me feel that he was a cobbler in previous birth.  Nevertheless, coming back to the incidence, for some strange reason, (may be out of emotional connection to place) of all the places in the world, we decided to shop form the Bata show room in Borivili West.  To begin with, the crowd at the showroom appalled me for there was no place to get in on account of the shop being overcrowded due to monsoon season sale.  

But my dear husband, having decided that he would fulfil my wish of replacing his old ragged shoe, completely discarded my current state of mind and dragged me into the show room like a happy child.  We somehow pushed and shoved and reached the 1st floor of the show room.  The dear husband happily started checking out the shoes while I tried making room for myself and simultaneously pushing all the scary thoughts of being crushed in the stampede.

All of a sudden my dear husband nudged me with his elbow and pointed towards a man who was also checking out shoes.  For the ease of reference, let us call that man as “Roxy”.  He then asked me to go call Roxy.  I was startled and on high alert.  Being completely aware of the tendency of my dear husband of making friends at the strangest of hour, I asked him why he was interested in striking conversation with this random Roxy in this godforsaken place and that he would have ample opportunity to befriend people later.  The dear husband gave me a patronising look and told me that Roxy was a sales man and that the only reason why he asked me to call Roxy was because he wanted further details about the shoes. 

I asked the dear husband how was he so sure that Roxy was the sales person. The explanation that my dear husband gave made me a new insight of his analytical skills.  He looked at me and then looked at the shoes and happily declared “Look Esha, it is obvious that he is a sales man. He is wearing a earning and intently looking at the shoes. Also, look how he seems to be explaining the characteristic of the shoes to those around him.  You Bengalis are so poor in figuring thing out.  Is in not a matter of common sense that the (a) earrings in his ears; (b) his keen observation of the shoes; and him being surrounded with lades makes him nothing but a sales man?”

I was baffled with his logic but somehow his over confidence impressed upon me and I decided to take a chance with Roxy.  I approached Roxy, patted him on his back and immediately asked him to explain and give all the details of the shoe that the husband was holding.  The husband saw me talking to Roxy from a distance and raised the shoe in his hand so that Roxy could see and figure out which shoe was I talking about. 

To my surprise and embarrassment, Roxy glared at me and asked me, “What makes you think I am the sales person? Don’t you have common sense” I was stumped. Like a fool I blabbered “What What What? Are you really not a sales man?”  He said nothing, and glared at me cruelly and walked away. I guess I heard him muttering “What a lousy woman”.   It was one of the most awkward moment of my life. His statement immensely pained my bong ego.  I angrily turned around and glared back at my dear Husband. My dear husband, in turn, glared at the shoes for some strange reason as if the shoe was responsible for his lot!



I went back to dear husband and hissed, “I made a fool of myself thanks to your brilliant analysis about the sales person”.    As usual, so scared was my dear husband of my wrath that he immediately dropped the shoe and dragged me out with him out of the shoe store for he was scared that I would hit him with the same shoe.  While leaving the mall, when we turned around and looked at the glass window of the shop, we could see ten different men in red t-shirt catering to various customers. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. J

I dragged the dear husband back into the mall so that he could buy the shoes that he liked with a firm resolution that never again in my life will I ever heed his advice regarding the potential professional role of any person. 

In retrospect, I cursed Roxy for there was no need for him to get so offended on being misunderstood as a sales man.  I mean is there not such a thing called as the “dignity of labour”?  I am sure he might be some spoilt Gujju brat of Borivili West.


Anyways, a clear message of all the ladies, please be careful before you heed your husband’s advice. J i

Awkward Moments

I now have strong reason to conclude that one must never follow one’s husband’s advice.  On the contrary, one must out rightly discard and throw out of the window any and all piece of advice, opinion, and request when it comes from the husband and do exactly the opposite of what the husband pushes you to do.  You think I am exaggerating?  Let me tell you one small anecdote.
My dear husband Hiren asked me to go shopping with him last week.  As much as I hate shopping, I obliged him for the simple reason that his current shoe looked like the “Charan Paduka” of some bygone era and I was very keen to ensure that he got rid of it.  



 My dear husband, to my general displeasure and embarrassment, is gifted with a complicated trait of innocence coupled with childish over confidence.  The dear man is very boisterous and bubbly generally and reaches cloud 9 altogether when he sees a lot of shoes. His excitement for shoes makes me feel that he was a cobbler in previous birth.  Nevertheless, coming back to the incidence, for some strange reason, (may be out of emotional connection to place) of all the places in the world, we decided to shop form the Bata show room in Borivili West.  To begin with, the crowd at the showroom appalled me for there was no place to get in on account of the shop being overcrowded due to monsoon season sale.  

But my dear husband, having decided that he would fulfil my wish of replacing his old ragged shoe, completely discarded my current state of mind and dragged me into the show room like a happy child.  We somehow pushed and shoved and reached the 1st floor of the show room.  The dear husband happily started checking out the shoes while I tried making room for myself and simultaneously pushing all the scary thoughts of being crushed in the stampede.

All of a sudden my dear husband nudged me with his elbow and pointed towards a man who was also checking out shoes.  For the ease of reference, let us call that man as “Roxy”.  He then asked me to go call Roxy.  I was startled and on high alert.  Being completely aware of the tendency of my dear husband of making friends at the strangest of hour, I asked him why he was interested in striking conversation with this random Roxy in this godforsaken place and that he would have ample opportunity to befriend people later.  The dear husband gave me a patronising look and told me that Roxy was a sales man and that the only reason why he asked me to call Roxy was because he wanted further details about the shoes. 

I asked the dear husband how was he so sure that Roxy was the sales person. The explanation that my dear husband gave made me a new insight of his analytical skills.  He looked at me and then looked at the shoes and happily declared “Look Esha, it is obvious that he is a sales man. He is wearing a earning and intently looking at the shoes. Also, look how he seems to be explaining the characteristic of the shoes to those around him.  You Bengalis are so poor in figuring thing out.  Is in not a matter of common sense that the (a) earrings in his ears; (b) his keen observation of the shoes; and him being surrounded with lades makes him nothing but a sales man?”

I was baffled with his logic but somehow his over confidence impressed upon me and I decided to take a chance with Roxy.  I approached Roxy, patted him on his back and immediately asked him to explain and give all the details of the shoe that the husband was holding.  The husband saw me talking to Roxy from a distance and raised the shoe in his hand so that Roxy could see and figure out which shoe was I talking about. 

To my surprise and embarrassment, Roxy glared at me and asked me, “What makes you think I am the sales person? Don’t you have common sense” I was stumped. Like a fool I blabbered “What What What? Are you really not a sales man?”  He said nothing, and glared at me cruelly and walked away. I guess I heard him muttering “What a lousy woman”.   It was one of the most awkward moment of my life. His statement immensely pained my bong ego.  I angrily turned around and glared back at my dear Husband. My dear husband, in turn, glared at the shoes for some strange reason as if the shoe was responsible for his lot!



I went back to dear husband and hissed, “I made a fool of myself thanks to your brilliant analysis about the sales person”.    As usual, so scared was my dear husband of my wrath that he immediately dropped the shoe and dragged me out with him out of the shoe store for he was scared that I would hit him with the same shoe.  While leaving the mall, when we turned around and looked at the glass window of the shop, we could see ten different men in red t-shirt catering to various customers. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. J

I dragged the dear husband back into the mall so that he could buy the shoes that he liked with a firm resolution that never again in my life will I ever heed his advice regarding the potential professional role of any person. 

In retrospect, I cursed Roxy for there was no need for him to get so offended on being misunderstood as a sales man.  I mean is there not such a thing called as the “dignity of labour”?  I am sure he might be some spoilt Gujju brat of Borivili West.


Anyways, a clear message of all the ladies, please be careful before you heed your husband’s advice. J i

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Dr. Phil’s Advice for Wrongly Accused

After having witnessed the sufferings of those who have been wrongly accused of the crime they never committed, and often finding myself helpless in ameliorating their pain and suffering, I tried seeking refuge to the internet. One piece of advice that is really worth reading is found on the following website: http://www.drphil.com/articles/article/217

I am reproducing Dr. Phil’s advice below for the benefit of those who have been wrongly accused.  I am minded of the fact that this step is just a drop in the ocean of  daunting task ahead. Nevertheless, spreading the word of Dr. Phil makes me peaceful for the simple reason that there is always a chance that some tortured soul out there who is trying to seek comfort may just happen to read this meaningful piece of advice:

“False accusations and gossip can destroy lives, even if the accused is innocent. If your reputation is under attack, Dr. Phil has advice on taking your power back:
  • Acceptance: Accept that there is no way you can erase what has happened. Even though the accusations may be unfair and untrue, the situation is real. You need to get out of denial about that in order to deal with it in the here and now.
  • Watch your language: Watch your catastrophic language. If you keep saying this is "horrible" and your life is "ruined," you add to the stress. Put things in perspective. An innocent child in a burn unit of a hospital is horrible. Perhaps your situation isn't as tragic. Perhaps your life isn't ruined, but just damaged. Change your internal dialogue, and you will feel better.
  • You Create Your Own Experience:  The first person you've got to repair your reputation with is you. Are you a bad guy? Are you a bad citizen? Do you hurt people? Do you commit crimes? The answer if probably no. Stop feeling guilty and being angry with yourself. Own your mistakes, forgive yourself for them but don't continue to beat yourself up. Life is not a success-only journey. Learn from your bad decisions and move on.
  • Steps to clean name: Ask yourself what you would like to see happen in order to clear your name. Is there anything that anyone — the authorities, your co-workers or someone in the community — can do that could ever make the situation better.
  • Inner Circle Support: Begin with your inner circle. Start rebuilding your reputation with your family, close friends and neighbors. You make sure they know the truth. When your inner circle knows who you really are, they will go out into the world with the truth, and it will create a ripple effect. And if you are confronted with these false accusations again, you look the person in the eye, and you tell your side of the story. You don't need to bring this up the rest of your life, but in your immediate circle and in this immediate time, you want to step up and tell them the truth.
  • Faith in oneself: Understand that people might come forward to admit they were wrong. And they might not. It is up to you to put this behind you. Give yourself what you wish you could receive from others. You need to say to yourself, "I know I didn't do this. And I will give myself what I wish the community, the authorities, etc., would give me."
  • Teach People How to Treat You. If you walk into the world, and you're hanging your head, and you kind of don't want to look anybody in the eye, and you're shameful, then people will treat you that way. You have to be your own best friend, and you have to decide who you are at the core. Begin the process of closure by not reacting to what you think people are saying about you. If you allow yourself to be intimidated, feel guilty or shrink away because of what people think, you are putting yourself in a prison.
  • Don't try to address every accusation: If you decide to start defending yourself, that will become your full-time job. If you answer every story, every piece of gossip, every allegation in your life, that's all you will ever do. You will be completely consumed by this, and it will take over your life.
  • Stop reacting to the rumors: You give it legs by reacting to it. Don't draw attention to yourself defending the rumor. You need to give yourself permission to just live your life. If there are people out there who think something about you that you don't like, then those won't be your friends. There will be other people who will like and respect you for who you are, and they will be your friends.
Stand up for yourself and say, "I'm taking my power back. I'm not going to give them the power to pick my feelings. They're wrong, and I can look myself in the mirror knowing the truth." You have to decide that you believe in who you are, what you stand for, and what you do, and you just need to go forth and do it. You need to walk forward from the situation. Who you are and what you do, that will win out in time.
Know that it's normal to feel a twinge of guilt even if you're completely innocent. We always hear about guilt by association. But there is also guilt by accusation. People hear something negative and tend to believe it. If you accuse a person unfairly, he/she still has that twinge — just from having the finger pointed at him/her.
Don't fall into the trap of acting out with non-directional frustration. The stress that comes with being wrongly accused can lead a person to act out with those closest to them, like a spouse or child. Remember that the enemy isn't your loved one; it's an outside force.”

Indeed a great piece of advice Dr. Phil!