Who is
Jeet? What justice does he need?
If you
have any of the above questions on your mind, or maybe even a single question
mark about the intent of this Blog, congratulations! You indeed are a target
audience for me today. For my singular aim is to make you think. Not just
because I believe that our thoughts are often the prerequisite for, or rather, a
precursor to our actions, but also because I hope that the pen is mightier
than the sword, and the readers who get to read what the pen writes, the
mightiest.
So dear mighty mind, lend me your eyes, for I wish to introduce you to Jeet, yes, the same one in the title. So here goes…
Jeet is my cousin sister Paulami’s brother-in-law. Or in other words, my brother-in-law Dheeman’s younger brother. He is the dedicated son of Kakoli, the nephew of his loved uncles and aunts, the uncle of our nephew Hridhaan, a trustworthy friend of many, and a dedicated employee at TCS.
So dear mighty mind, lend me your eyes, for I wish to introduce you to Jeet, yes, the same one in the title. So here goes…
Jeet is my cousin sister Paulami’s brother-in-law. Or in other words, my brother-in-law Dheeman’s younger brother. He is the dedicated son of Kakoli, the nephew of his loved uncles and aunts, the uncle of our nephew Hridhaan, a trustworthy friend of many, and a dedicated employee at TCS.
Jeet or
Dushtu, as he is naughtily referred
to, loves to spend time with his family and his friends, be if from the
locality where he grew up in - Paikpara,
his college - Heritage, where he got his MBA from, or with his bandmates from
his musical band which he hopes will one day fulfill its shared dream of being
known to one and all. There are three other things that Jeet loves – Biriyani,
travel, and bikes.
Sorry, I should have been more accurate about what I just said. It should have been ‘loved’ instead of ‘loves’, ‘was’ instead of ‘is’, and ‘hoped’ instead of ‘hope’. Because everything I described was true once, but not anymore. Because Jeet is no more.
On 5th
August 2017, he would have turned 29 years old, but that it seemed was not to
be. He passed away on Sunday evening right next to his bike, a few minutes too
late for a get-together at the three storied house where his maternal uncles lived, at
the end of the narrow lane in a North Kolkata locality. He never did get to
have the Biriyani that was prepared, or discuss any of the plans about where
the entire family of uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, and nieces were
supposed to go to next (Himachal Pradesh, etc). Because life it seemed had other plans.
One of
which included four friends getting drunk. And then, one of them deciding to
drive a car belonging to his rich and influential father, in a narrow lane of a
North Kolkata locality that they belonged to. The same locality where a gentleman
had severely reprimanded him for driving rashly just two days back. But what
mattered more was their plan and their brand new car.
The car
rushed towards a three storied house outside which stood a young man waiting
for his cousin to throw the keys to unlock the gate, even as his brother and
sister-in-law were on their way to join him and the others for a family
get-together.
There
was a terrible crash as the car crushed the young man into the gate puncturing
his lungs, even as his family just a few feet away screamed in shock. And even
as the young man breathed his last, and neighbors from the locality rushed to the spot, the occupants of the car
ran.
The son later surrendered to the police claiming that he was not behind the wheels. Instead, he had left the ignition on, and one of his 'friends' might have driven the car, finding the keys in it. The rest of these 'friends' are
nowhere to be found. There was soon a posting of the Police in front of his house, even as the family of the young man who had rushed him to RG
Kar Hospital were told that they were too late…That Jeet is no more.