In the name of freedom

20000 rapes in one year. Something is not right.

“Yeah, the law and order. It’s totally fucked man, they can’t even protect…”

Wait, wait. Something far deeper and far more subtle is wrong. What makes a rapist? How can he not respect a woman? How can he even think about making advances towards a woman? Is something out there, telling him something about women being mere objects? I thought every man learns to respect women when he is born because he has his mother and his sisters around while growing up. So what makes the things go backwards?

“Lack of education!”

“Poverty!”

“These fucking third class people…”

“Lack of awareness!”

“Government is not doing anything…”

Ah, lots of voices. Lack of education you say; ever thought about abundance of incorrect education? Hell, let me get straight to the point, what about movies, ads, dance bars? Or anything that objectifies women??

“Here comes another wannabe morale police!!!”

I beg of you to read on.

A movie is playing somewhere.

The hero hits on a girl at the bar. She doesn't pay heed to him but she is mildly pleased that someone is paying attention to her. It shows from her seductive smile. She walks out, he follows her. They come on a lonely road. He grabs her from behind, pins her to a nearby wall and starts kissing her. She resists but only for a second. That sexual arousal is hard to control. And she gives in. She returns the kiss passionately. THEY ARE IN LOVE.

Does this description match a movie? Or several?

“Dude, it’s a movie. Just a movie.”

Oh yes? You know it, I know it. Does everyone know it? Remember Ek Duje Ke Liye? Many couples committed suicide by jumping off cliffs as shown in the movie. Remember Shaktimaan? Remember children jumping off their terraces in the hope that Shaktimaan would save them? How can one be so foolish, after all it was just a movie!

Imagine a kid watching the film in description above. What impression does this scene make on a kid’s mind? Replace the kid by an ignorant, uneducated man. Does it change anything? What is being shown to him are girls who want to get hit upon, girls who are sexually deprived, girls who are ready to mingle even at the slightest opportunity. But is it the real picture?

I am not against movies. Movies are made to portray a reel life that people dream of living in. Movies are meant to tell stories which are different from mass reality, that’s what makes them interesting. But let’s face it, modern movie-making is more about exploiting viewers to make money than being the creative art it once was. Also what movies show is with the assumption that viewer can distinguish the line between reel and real. I know this. I am old enough and mature enough to understand this. Is everybody else?

Who’ll tell a kid what to take home from a movie or specifically what NOT to take home from a movie? Yes, I’m talking about parental control. Sadly in India, inspection of your kids’ activities is not something the parents take seriously. If there’s no one to guide him on the right path, how about trying to block the wrong paths, just to make sure that our generation doesn't follow the wrong path.  Why are we so opposed to censoring a movie?

“But our freedom…”

Freedom? In the popular definition of freedom, parenting must be akin to censorship!!

We have a notion of precaution in medical terms. Precaution means taking measures to avoid falling ill until the danger passes. These precautions often restrict your normal habits, though we never see them as restriction of freedom.  If you don’t take precautions, you are advised to be ready for the consequences. And converse is true too. If you are not ready for the consequences, you are advised to take precautions.

There are two ways of preventing an improper image getting imprinted on an immature mind. You tell the man, what’s real and what’s reel or what’s good and what’s bad. Or you can set up a body which according to general opinions of good and bad, blocks the bad content. And then there is a third way, a trade-off between the two; until the man is knowing enough and until the parents become aware enough to know how their kid perceives the world, censor objectionable contents that he may be exposed to.

“And who decides what’s objectionable and what’s not? What about our freedom getting crushed under biased or false censoring?”

I ask you, at night, would you not walk your girl-friend home and make sure she reaches safely? What if she wanted to go alone? Is it not a violation of her freedom? But no, you are being cautious because there is evil lurking in the corners. Until that evil vanishes you will continue to be cautious. That’s exactly how this works. There’s evil out there in form of unawareness and misleading influences. Until that evil passes what’s wrong in taking caution even if it means sacrificing your freedom a few times.

I do not underestimate the importance of stricter laws and swift law enforcement. But somewhere in the protests and demands, we are conveniently refusing to accept movies, TV and other media as potential educational medium. We are overlooking the fact that this medium is influencing our ill-educated mass and our next generation in a wrong way by showing men as predators and women as preys.  We are selfishly shedding the responsibility that lies on us, that of creating a responsible generation.

To put forth the stark reality of this generation, everyone has friends who chat and joke about having sex with a girl they've just seen. I feel ashamed when my friends discuss such things but the reason that they are still my friends is because they know the line between a joke and reality. Does a rapist too?

Finally it all lies in what you value more, freedom that you wouldn't bother about for 99 out of 100 times or one life out of 20000 that might just get saved. Freedom of choice is all yours.

P.S. – People argue, “What will you achieve by blocking contents in movies. For our children, porn is at an arm’s length. Internet is taking over.” This is like saying, I’ll let that cockroach eat my cake because there are many cockroaches on the table. You try to protect what’s yours, in any way; your pride, virtues, dignity, culture, everything that defines you. And ‘you’ is not just an individual!

Again sex education and parental control is of utmost importance to tackle the issue of porn. But that demands a separate post. Another time.

If I May

Bring them all back to me

everyone that’s no longer here;

I see ‘em wave from across the sea

so that I can’t shed a single tear.

All the signs that they left behind

won’t ever let me be alone

but still that child in me

doesn’t want any of them gone.

Leaving me with memories,

the year comes to an end

devoid of people, that made me

who I am today, sane.

Gone are the days

when I used to get up early;

friends, tea, chat, walk, so many things to do,

not like now

when I just refuse to wake up

for the day’s got nothin’ special to look forward to.

I wander in a world

as good as empty

after love, fun, friends

and all those things that left me.

I know this ain't the end,

loss, failure and all I endure

is a test waiting to be passed,

but tomorrow looks as certain

as a coin that’s been tossed.

See, you move on, recall the days gone

but don’t live in them;

they are just illusions

that’ll only give you pain

or hope, that never comes true

but gives you, a reason to live through.

Things go away

like the expanding universe

and you keep on wondering,

is it ever gonna reverse.

Reverse it will, one day,

as I was told,

everyone’s a bubble,

bound to fly up

Try to hold it back

and it’s gone with a small ‘pop’.

Let them float free

who knows, one day you’ll see

they will join up

to form a bigger one,

never again to separate

making sorrows undone.

I hope the dream stays

or I’ll find myself say

Bring them all back to me

everyone that’s no longer here;

I see ‘em wave from across the sea

so that I can’t shed a single tear.

Hopes and promises of future

will never ever leave me alone

and that little child in me

can’t imagine any of them gone.

So here I go, into a new phase,

what lies ahead, it’s all still in haze

but know what,

give me second, any minute, any time, any day,

I will always go back there, if I may.

Lovers' Dilemma

Both care – ‘Occasional bickering’

Karan and Neha were in college together. Now both have got jobs in different cities. They used to call and message each other every day, but lately Karan has been busy in his new project. He wants to impress his boss by working hard from the beginning. He is not happy because he doesn’t get enough time to talk with Neha. She gets angry because of their abrupt conversations. He finds it hard to manage both.

Neha is a very understanding girl. She knows Karan’s responsibilities have increased. But there are many new developments around her and she wants to share them with Karan and the list is just piling on. “At least sometimes he should reserve time for me. We don’t talk as much as we used to. I’m afraid this will continue and he’ll stop caring”, she says.

One cares, one doesn’t – ‘Testing her/his patience’

Rahul and Shweta have a different story to tell. Rahul is pursuing MBA and Shweta works in a software company. She calls Rahul whenever she gets time. Rahul finds her calls interfering. He insists that he has to mix up more with the other students and has to concentrate on the studies.  “There are other things on my priority list right now”, he says. He is happy as far as she cares and understands him.

Shweta understands him but still argues that he can get some time out for her. She is there for him whenever he needs her, but it hurts her that she’s the only one who cares.

Both don’t care – ‘Tipping point’

Manish and Dipti are an extreme case. She is studying and he works. They used to talk regularly in the beginning but it gradually reduced. Now they call each other once a day just for the sake of it. “I don’t care. I’m enjoying my life. A daily ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ is enough.”, says Manish, and Dipti’s reply is, “I’ve stopped caring. It’s better this way. Why torture myself expecting nice things from someone who doesn’t give a damn!”

Let’s think. Surely at some point of time every one of them has taken decisions rationally, thinking about his/her own comfort and satisfaction. This can be modelled as a game where payoffs represent the overall satisfaction level.

This is a game similar to Prisoners’ Dilemma. It is clear from the table that ‘not caring’ increases payoff of a player irrespective of what the other player does. So both end up in ‘both-do-not-care’ outcome. This is the Nash Equilibrium.

This is not an optimum outcome for their relationship. A good relationship requires both partners to care for each other. Remember Ranga and Billa from Prisoners’ Dilemma? They made wrong choices due to lack of obvious incentives to choose the optimum state. Our Lovers are making the same mistake.

                A big difference between Prisoner’s dilemma and Lover’s dilemma is that in Lover’s dilemma players learn over the time and choose their actions. Karan, Neha, Rahul, Shweta, Manish and Dipti all cared for each other when they started their relationships. Then their surroundings started affecting and they ended up in their respective conditions. We can even say that last two relationships are deteriorated versions of first. Can we pull them back towards their optimum conditions? What if we introduce some incentives? The greatest individual payoff is 3. What if we increase the payoff from (2,2) (‘Both care’) to (4,4)?

                Any payoff more than 3 will force the individual to choose the optimum state. Increased payoff of (4,4) will work as an incentive and will prevent the risk of deviating from initial ‘both-care’ phase.

How to increase the payoff to (4,4)? The answer lies in question, why the payoff was less in the first place! Karan tried hard to balance work and relationship but failed. It was insecurity on the part of Neha. She also failed to recognize his efforts. They were happy but they could be happier if they had more understanding and less expectations.

Well, the role of game theory ends here. It was just an exercise to check whether theoretical results support human reasoning. I think they do, they tell the same solutions that our common sense tells us. Life and technology are interwoven.

Epilogue - 

                When they met each other at the time of Diwali, Karan and Neha discussed their problems. They realized and accepted each other’s limitations. They decided to see to it that one’s expectations don’t burden the other.

                Today, they are happy as ever, satisfied at work and in their relationship. They are confident that there are no more rough patches in the future.

                As for Rahul, Shweta, Manish and Dipti, it is a matter of time and understanding before they realize the secret of incentives and get out of Lover’s Dilemma.

Lovers' Dilemma - Prologue

            Being an engineer is a unique gift, a power that lets you relate everything that happens around you with what you learnt. When I want to cut a piece of paper in circular shape, I think how accurately I can linearize my cuts so that final product looks like a circle. When the wires of my headphones get entangled, I think there must be some algorithm to untangle them in minimum time. A simple game of cards which used to be mindless fun has now turned into an exercise of calculating probabilities. Apart from this ‘going-to-the-root’ thing, it fascinates me to see how this technical knowledge presents interesting analogies that fit in everyday life. The Lovers’ dilemma is product of one such attempt at applying concepts from game theory to non-technical problems in life.

                Game theory cannot be explained better without discussing Prisoners’ Dilemma (I do not intend to compare lovers and prisoners, however interesting it may sound) which is the easiest example for understanding the basic ideas of game theory.

                Suppose two goons Ranga and Billa are caught at a crime site. They are going to be interrogated separately and depending on their performance they’ll be given a punishment. The scenario is modelled as a game below.

Denying and confessing the crime are the two strategies or actions that Ranga and Billa can make. The four possible outcomes of their actions decide the number of years they’ll have to spend behind bars. As a punishment is not desired by them, payoffs are negative, that is, lesser the punishment, more is the payoff. Ranga and Billa are, as Game theory calls them, rational players. The term ‘rational’ means both want to take an action that’ll increase their individual payoff (get minimum years in jail). They have no attachment to each other. One does not think of good or bad of the other. He only wants to get outcome that is optimum for him.

If one of them confesses, the one who is honest enough to confess gets free and the other one gets 4 years in jail because of confirmed evidence. If both of them deny committing the crime, they get a minimal punishment of 1 year each in jail. If both of them confess, the judge considers their honesty and serves them to a sentence of 2 years each. What will happen? 

                           

Let’s slide into Ranga’s shoes and see. Ranga thinks, “If Billa denies, I am better off by confessing because I’ll be free. What if Billa confesses? Again, I should confess because 2 years in jail is always better than serving 4 years in jail. Well then, I guess whatever Billa may do, confessing is the only action that’s going to do good to me. Done, I’m gonna confess.”

Billa also considers Ranga’s probable actions and decides that confessing is the best way. So on the fateful day, in their separate interrogations, both confess and both get 2 years in jail. This outcome is called Nash Equilibrium, a state from which no player has an incentive to deviate from. As outsiders, we can see that this verdict is not an optimum one. Both of them could have denied the crime and been off with 1 year in jail. But their rationality and lack of incentive to consider the action of denying landed them in a self-enforcing but non-optimal state.

Alas, if only Ranga and Billa had known game theory… But now that we do, why don’t we apply it to something interesting, maybe to some couples in love facing ups and downs?

Food for thought till the next post.

(Where) Does the God exist?

                When someone asks me, ‘Do you believe in God?’, I say ‘No, I am an atheist’. That’s a sufficient answer, something which sums up the whole thinking process that takes place in my mind when I ask myself the question. But it doesn’t do so faithfully. The actual answer is not so easy to express in one word.

Sometimes I wonder if I am an atheist or an agnostic.  For years, I’ve tried to find a fitting definition for god, rather for the power that the people believe in; and I’ve failed. There is no universal definition. In last 10 years of my life, I’ve learnt to interpret the God differently in different situations. All interpretations are connected but none is a whole.

I was a believer and a worshipper when I was in primary. It was not an age when I could understand what God means, but I believed that Gods are watching us, they hear our prayers, they respond to them when time comes. I loved temples, I loved doing puja and I chanted the Hanuman stotra, Ramraksha every day. I used to kneel before God when something bad happened, requesting him to fix it.

It lasted until the fifth standard. In fifth, we had a poem that told the story of achievements of science, the things ranging from medicals to spaceships, the things that couldn’t have been possible without science. It was a poem so potent that it changed my life completely, turning me into a non-believer. All things that had been considered long ago as unexplainable force were explained by science. All feats that we had achieved were the results of our own knowledge and work. Everything was possible for a man. So where was God, what was God?

It obviously was a very narrow minded approach which I clung to for three years. I stopped going to temples. I suddenly hated saying prayers. I stopped taking prasad in pujas at school, much to my teachers’ dismay. A complaint reached home, that I was harming the beliefs of other kids. I was given a lecture at home by my parents on how to behave in the school, in the public. But still I used to push in my atheist self wherever I could.

In tenth standard, my English teacher once asked me if I believed in God. I said, “No, I’m an atheist”. He smiled. He said, “Nice. So you are prepared to take the additional responsibility that comes with being an atheist, aren’t you?” I nodded, smiling sheepishly.

What responsibility was he talking about? Over next two years, I realised what he meant. People don’t just worship the God because he’s almighty. God is a support, God is the hope. He is the judge who watches you every moment, backs you when you are right, guides you where you are clueless, indicates you when you are wrong. The watchful eyes of God keep you on the right path. It is very comforting to have the almighty as a support, a last resort. When everything goes wrong, he is there with the power to repair everything. So what happens when I deny the existence of God? Who is watching me, who will guide me?

The answer is ‘I’. I have to watch my own steps, I have to judge myself, I have to look at me from God’s point of view. The responsibility is to live under my own burden of expectations.  An atheist needs to have very strong belief in him. Confidence would not be a proper word because confidence is what man knows he can do. Belief spans a wider area, a space of all possibilities. An atheist has to believe that the power comes from within.

Suddenly I found the connection, between a believer’s God and a non-believers force of life. Of course the God doesn’t exist. But the very concept of God helps in bringing out the power contained inside everyone. To put it in simple words, ‘Please God, make this happen’, unknowingly translates to a renewed energy with which that man tries to make it happen. The logic fits with the message that many saints and leaders have given years after years, “God lies within man” and “Man is the creator of his own destiny”. The force, the power is the same. Atheists realize that it’s within them, while believers attribute it to an external force.

This definition has evolved over years, it has got stronger. Today, I’ve stopped seeing the difference between a believer and a non-believer. I realise how foolish I was as a child when I looked at the worshippers with contempt, when I refused to step in the temples, when I told friends, ‘There is no god, only science’. Speaking of science, there’s a branch of science called Noetic science, which deals with extended human capacities, power of mind. So even science is getting its share in my definition of God.

Today I don’t mind jumping from one interpretation to the other as per my convenience. Sometimes when it gets too demanding to tell self that everything will be fine, I request it to the external (indirect internal) power. As I said before, it’s comforting to know there’s someone out there to help you. Sometimes, when something takes longer than expected, I switch to the mind power zone, me telling myself deep inside ‘I can do it, I can do it. Yes you can do it.’

I don’t mind going in the temples, I quite like the environment inside, filled with the renewed human energy. I respect the people who pray because they are grateful that the concept of god has kept alive the power inside them. But I do feel sorry for those rare ones, who literally put the burden on God’s shoulder, separating themselves from it, as if it is God’s problem, saying ‘God will see to this, we’ve got other things to do’.

Then there is a weird but sweet theory that my friend jokingly mentions, that the God didn’t exist, aliens did. All those unexplained powers, structures man is supposed to be incapable of building, mysteries are because of the aliens. Maybe they are still watching us. Being a sci-fi fan I love to ponder on this theory. And I think ‘If they could do it, so can we.’ Those aliens are my inspiration, like the 1^st rankers in my class whom I’ve always tried to surpass. That’s a far-fetched theory but an interesting one.

Finally if you look closely, there is one common thing buried deep in all the definitions, Optimism. Optimism is what makes us keep going. Optimism is the force of life. It is the ultimate God. 

On a beautiful summer day

      It’s noon. I have had a good ‘post-breakfast’ sleep. The new window-curtain does a good job of keeping the sun out. It feels like it is early morning and thus I find an excuse for the untimely sleep. The excuse is meant for me, in case my mind starts fussing over wasting three hours of the morning. But on a holiday like this, I won’t need it, especially when the vacation gets as boring as this one. Generally you associate fun with vacation. But here I am, for the first time in my life, with lots of assignments and no fun n friends around in a vacation. I don’t feel like studying so I sleep. Straight and simple!

        I look outside from the portion of the window which the curtain has failed to cover. Outside world certainly looks brighter than my foggy mind. Tired of sleeping and sitting in front of the laptop for days, I finally decide to get out of the room.

        The cycle, not in use for 2-3 days, is covered in dust. I try to find some piece of cloth under the seats of other cycles. I don’t find any. Everyone’s like me! There is no choice left other than sweeping the dust off the seat with hand. I wipe the hand on the jeans, plug in my iPod and set off.

                                     
        It’s warm; it certainly feels better after sitting under the fan for three days. The street is empty. Most of the students have gone home. Freedom… I start singing loudly, as there’s no one to throw weird looks. The trees suddenly look greener. “In summer?” I ask myself. But really, they are greener. The uniformly blue sky is so clear except for one white cloud at the far end. It is one of the main reasons I love the campus here, because when you look up, there’s only the sky, nothing else, no hanging electric wires, no building tops.

  

I turn towards the Academic area. Aha… more colours… This looks like those colourful photos of spring my friends posted on Facebook.

    
        There’s no man in sight, cycle stands are empty; parking lot is empty. And then I see them, peacocks, crossing the road. There are more, running on the lawns. This one really is a gifted species, so beautiful, so mesmerizing; and more than its tail, I love the vibrant crest atop the head. Their sight lifts up my mood every time, today’s no exception.

  
        I slow down. Beautiful weather, the lovely peacocks and a lonely I… Perfect for thinking. My mind goes back to the graduation days; I have pondered on these thoughts so many times, I have accepted the fact that you have to move on, you don’t get those moments with friends back but still the thoughts keep coming back. The friends, the warmth… It hurts, realizing that I have moved on, though unwillingly. But still I think about it because somewhere inside it makes me happy, reliving those memories. I take out the cell from my pocket and give miscalls to my friends. It rings back till I put it back in the pocket and goes silent. I unlock it to see the caller… another one. One more… They return calls within no time. This is the part I love the most. It proves to you that world has just got smaller. This part tells me “Get on with it dude… you understand the meaning of ‘one call away’? Just one call away…” And I get back to my spirits.

        I look at the watch. I am hungry now. But I don’t want to eat in the mess. I go to a nearby shop and grab a cone of ice cream. Suddenly I feel like watching a movie. My wandering, both inner and outer, is over. Room is the final destination. So I start the return journey, breathing in the clear air, admiring the beauty of the campus.

        I get back, start internet, just to check updates before watching the movie. Many of my friends are online, despite being at work. Not that I complain, but really, don’t they have some work to do? Someone pings me, I ping some others and the movie is forgotten. We talk for hours and I can’t really keep track of time when I am chatting.

        The bright screen is being too harsh on my eyes. That’s when I get aware of the rising darkness in the room. It’s evening. I pull aside the curtains. I can see the setting sun through the balcony of the building in front of me. What a view! The sky has changed shades, its reddish, the sun is bright orange. I look back at my day while I marvel at the view; it has been different from other days because I got out of the room, and not to forget, because I took a break from those damn assignments. The day has given me the energy to bear through some more hours of the study. I bid goodbye to the sun and turn to the assignments with a renewed vigour.

        

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Story of hanging 'everything'

        The verdict was out. The terrorist was sentenced to death penalty. He was to be hanged till death. The term made me wonder, what would be the point of hanging someone halfway to death? It would be sheer torture or a way of pleasure maybe!! Anyway, being precise doesn’t hurt, does it? So, the final decision was made after years of court case proceedings. It was supposed to calm the fuming minds of people, to bring to peace the souls of those who had lost their lives in the massacre. It did, partly; partly because the road towards implementing the verdict was as long as that of the decision itself.

                The problem was that such cases had been rare. Also, majority of convicts who were on death row were still not hanged. So whether to move serially through the queue or to give a higher priority for Mr. Terrorist was the question. More important issue was ‘who will hang him?’ Due to rarity of such cases, lack of decent salary and disturbing nature of the job, not many hangmen were in the business lately. The last hangman in Megastate where the punishment was to be carried out had retired 10 years ago. Throughout the whole country, only two hangmen remained in the job. One was from Royal Estate, other from West Coast. Megastate police department decided to choose between the two through a test. Both were required to appear in the head-quarters for an interview. That’s where the lengthy procedure came into picture. Some formalities had to be completed to give them approval to carry out the job in Megastate. The high court order stated that the procedure could take at least six months. Megastate police department postponed the interviews till then, giving people ample time to scratch their heads and think whether the action was necessary.

                It was a hot topic at that time, until a TV channel decided to make it hotter. Dumbass started a new reality show ‘The True Hangman’. The candidates were to be chosen through auditions all over the country. The auditions included group discussions on topics like ‘Is hanging fun?’ and ‘Hanging someone needs balls!’ (Sadly the hanging part was lost in the heated discussions). The interviews included questions such as ‘Which Bollywood celebrity you’ll love to hang and why?’ and of similar kind. Huge crowd turned up for the auditions (or so the channel claimed). Finally 10 candidates were selected, two of them wannabe hangmen from a neighbouring country. The winner would get to meet Mr. Terrorist and hang an effigy of him on live television. (And of course fame & money!)

                The finalists were asked to prove why they were the best choice to hang Mr. Terrorist through tasks that tested their cruelty, insensitivity and stone heartedness. In one of the quizzes, candidates were asked what the cruellest thing they ever imagined was. The winner of the round answered that he once thought of tying up his wife and making out with his neighbour in front of her. His family roared with triumph when he won the round. Others who couldn’t think of anything better than feeding poison to colleagues and thus lost in the round, drew sympathies from crowd for being too noble. The show was an instant hit. It had everyone, from small children to elderly, talking about each other’s cruel intentions.

                Some elements in the society took objection to the show stating that it would cause adverse effects on children. A high court order moved the show timings to midnight, giving it an adult certificate and also distributed a ‘Jan heet main jari’ ad appealing children to ‘Sleep early, Be healthy’. Some people asked why the same thing had not been done for other shows like Big Ass 4. Court was prompt in replying that it was better to have children thinking about sex rather than cruelty & death. But due to strong opposition and filing of a case from the retired hangmen who complained that the show disrespected them, it was put on hold until further court notice.

                Meanwhile a pro-Megastate political party argued that it would not let hangmen from outside Megastate hang the terrorist because he was Megastate’s property. When asked that where they would bring their own hangmen from, the leader replied that there were many youths willing to take up the job. He appealed the youth to consider becoming a hangman. The son of soil ensured that his message was carried to the youth by rioting and burning down things in different parts of the state. A case was filed against the court order of sending the hangmen of Royal Estate & West Coast to Megastate. The whole scenario went into a deadlock situation. The court said that parallel processing of all cases could not be done and the cases had to be solved one by one. The government had other priorities too. It was clear that the matter would take time.

                With the show now stopped and the cases pending, public gradually forgot about the verdict and continued peacefully with their own lives.

                Not far from the TV studio, somewhere inside the RoadSide Jail, Mr. Terrorist had fun reading newspapers.