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From the deathly gallows!

Meerut Jail
September 7, 2014

I lie in this dingy high security barrack watching the sunlight creeping out of the small window on the top right corner. Every ray of hope seems to deflect and making a point not to touch me. I hear the jail officials talking about getting a brand new rope for my execution. The execution chamber is being cleaned after 4 decades.
Knowing the proximity of your death is more frightening that not knowing the time of death. Trying to prepare myself, I am haunted by the ghosts of the children and girls I killed. Yes I know I turned Nithari into a hamlet of horrors. Yes, I know I mercilessly raped and murdered young girls. Can I have a wand to erase my past? It's way too late now.   
Traumatised by the thought of impending death, I cant but come to terms with the crimes I have committed. Enmeshed in the vicious trap of cannibalism, I had felt kafkaesque. Fearlessly ignoring my moral sense, I didn’t mend my ways. The act of assaulting and killing had grown on me to such an extent that the urge to transform myself never struck me. I used illegal ways to hide my crime. Escaping conviction twice, I felt as if I had mastered this deed of mine and complacence overtook. As if no one on earth could now point fingers at me. Little did I know that wrong doings can never be forgotten but can only be veiled temporarily. And once the row of killings began, I became more and more thick skinned. 
Today, my fellow Nithari residents rejoice at my death sentence, but I have no alibi to resort to.
As the clock ticks and I go closer to my last few breaths, I can only but ask for forgiveness for having made many families childless. Yes, but I too have a story to tell.  I am but a victim of my own urge to take revenge. My past forced me to spoil my present and completely annihilate my future. I had faced sexual assault in school by my own seniors and my spirit had hardened after the incident. My emotions as if vanished into a void. What are humanitarian concerns? What is brotherhood? All false euphemisms. Some of the CBI officials, while interrogating me, concluded that I was a psychopath. But it didn’t affect me because I know that acrimony developed in my mind during my formative years.  
God as if had taken away all my moral sense for all this while and gushed it back when I was thrown into jail. Tortured by the heaviness of guilt and remorse, I am in a catch 22 situation. Knowing that death will be more peaceful than living the life of a mass murderer, I still cant bear my breath being snatched away. How could I but suffocate kids to death? Was I also not dreaming of earning honestly, raising a family and living happily when I was an adolescent? Alas, I m the only one responsible for nurturing the criminal in me. Such has been by deeds that I cant muster courage to ask for God's help! Well, even God would accuse me of blasphemy and would curse his creation.
R.J. Palacio once said that, "When given a choice between being right or being kind, choose kind!"
Probably, I found it right to murder those young children considering my callous past. But I not only made many families childless but also nipped the lives of our future leaders. Fellow countrymen, fight for a cause but don’t rebel against it! Because the more you take revenge, the more it runs after you. Being a living testimony to this statement, I apologise to all the victims of my killings with a bleeding heart. But so shall it be for me for I deserve no better.
Amen!


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