EARLY
IN 1948
His name is Deepchand. His mother fondly calls him
Deepu. He is a happy-go-lucky young man in his early twenties who lives in
Kanpur with his family. He, like many men of his locality, is uneducated and
unemployed. But that has not made him lose heart and there seems to be absolutely
no dearth of hope in his eyes or smile on his lips! In fact, every morning, he
roams around the streets of Kanpur in search of a livelihood, which he never
gets. Days roll by, slowly hope turns into stone and he, tired with the
constant nitpicking of his relatives, decides to leave Kanpur.
He goes to Allahabad
leaving behind his ailing mother, the nagging relatives, the familiar alleys
and the long summers of Kanpur and continues his chase. After much struggle,
lady luck smiles at him and this time, he manages to become a blue collar
worker in the city. He works day and night to feed his stomach with the little
money he gets, quenches his thirst from roadside wells, sleeps on the footpaths
and remembers his mother. Sometimes, he feels like crying but he consoles
himself and hopes that someday he will be able to save some money and send a
beautiful saree to his mother at
Kanpur. He dreams a beautiful dream ignoring the nightmares!
21ST
NOVEMBER 1948
Winters are in. The
nights at Allahabad are freezing cold. The fog has almost de-peopled the
streets and the chill forces the humans to remain in the cozy confinements of
the four walls. Everything seems so dead and still. Without disturbing the
spine-chilling tranquility of the night, in the fade light of the fog-drenched
moon, a figure rises from the dirty footpath. The silhouette is Deepchand. He
wears a torn shawl that barely covers his body. He shivers incessantly. Not
being able to withstand the cold on that platform, he decides to walk and warm
himself. He also hopes to find himself a more comfortable shelter for the
night. He tries to take hurried steps and reaches near a police station. Just when
he thinks that he has reached the most secured place in the city, two
constables from the police–thana see
him roam around and drag him to the chamber of the officer in-charge. They
start interrogating him like anything. He tells them the truth about the
miserable condition of his financial life. The police do not believe him. They
consider him not only guilty but also a fugitive who’s been escaping from law.
Without paying any heed to his innocent plea, they lodge a complaint against
him under Section 109 of the Indian Penal Code (IPC). He is then sent to Malaka
Jail, Allahabad.
Thus starts the real
struggle of Deepchand’s life, rather, the next thirty five years of his so-called
life. The police do not seem to be bothered about putting a young man behind
the bars without any trial or evidence. In fact, the trial never happens. The jail
authority too gives the issue of his arrest a cold shoulder. The filthy cell of
Malaka Jail gradually kills all the dreams in his eyes, making him die every
day. As time flies, a helpless Deepchand realizes that neither the police nor
the Jail- authority really gives a damn to his deteriorating physical and
mental condition. He tries to contact several Human Rights groups and convey
his condition but fails miserably owing to the non- cooperation of the
authority in question. His poignant screams do not even reach the sensible ears of the top- notch law-
keepers of an Independent nation.
1958
Almost a decade passes
and Deepchand, who has lost touch with his family at Kanpur, decides to contact
his father. He writes a long letter to his father about the trauma that he’s been
going through all these years and also requests him to get him out of the place
as soon as possible. But little does the young man know that it is mostly nightmares
that often come to life! No member of the prison authority takes responsibility
of posting the letter and the piece of paper never reaches his father! To add
to his miseries, the unhygienic, stagnant and pathetic condition of the prison cell
leads him to a nameless physical disorder, completely shattering his body and
most importantly, his soul. Deepchand’s declining physical condition suddenly
sets an alarm to the prison authority and it refuses to take the burden of his responsibility
anymore. They send him to the Jail of Benaras in the name of better medication.
But everything seems to be in vain. The authority at Benaras too, fails to give
him a proper medication. They understand that Deepchand’s unnamed disease is
too difficult to be cured at their hospital. Deepchand gets tossed again and is
sent to a bigger prison now, the Naini Central Jail, Allahabad. Misfortune, in
a more miserable form, waits for him here too.
Right after being
transferred to the Naini Central Jail, Deepchand understands that if he does
not stand up for his own rights, he is going to perish soon. He tells his story
to the inmates of his cell who sympathize with him. Soon he finds several
inmates who support him but again none of them really turns up and helps him.
1959
Four months into the
prison, Deepchand’s mental condition starts deteriorating to such an extent
that on 4th February, 1959, the Civil Surgeon of Naini Jail declares
him a person of unsound mind, an insane, a lunatic and all the other adjectives
available. The Central jail authority then presents him before Allahabad
District Magistrate’s Court, which in turn sends him to a mental asylum in
Benaras.
A heavily traumatized
Deepchand spends the next numberless years of his life in the company of his
asylum mates and loses complete touch with the outside world. Meanwhile, the
chariot of justice mercilessly rolls on. The authority does not even bother to
inform Deepchand’s family anything about his arrest, the disorder or the asylum
days. Much like the Abbe Feria in Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo, Deepu
too, loses count of time along with all hopes and desires. Now he stands
somewhere between the realms of sanity and insanity with no one to listen to
his silent prayers or look at his wrinkled face or hold his skinny hands!
1984
Deepchand finally gets
out of the Benaras Mental Asylum in 1984. The tale of a young man who spends
more than three decades of his life behind the bars and in an asylum without any
reason or trial or evidence spreads like a wildfire and soon people start
talking about it. The media highlights the story and it gets published in many
leading newspapers of the country. This proves to be the greatest turning point
of Deepchand’s life. He is then produced before the Court of District
Magistrate, Allahabad on 30 March 1984 by the Superintendent of the Naini
Central Jail. On 1st June, 1984, they produce Deepchand in the Court
of the City Magistrate. On 5th June 1984, the court acquits
Deepchand of all charges against him and declares him innocent and free.
Soon after the court
declares its verdict, Deepchand does not wait a minute and goes to Kanpur, the
long lost land, to meet his family. But Kanpur suddenly turns into a strange
land, and Deepchand, a stranger. It does not welcome him now. His parents are
long gone from the world. None of his new relatives recognize a wrinkled old half–sane
man. Deepchand turns just a helpless face in the crowd. Slowly, he starts
parting with sanity. Who will take care of him now- the country, the government
or the Omnipresent, Omniscient and the Omnipotent One?
1985
The Uttar Pradesh
Government declares that Deepchand would be given a compensation of Rs. Twenty
Four Thousand (24,000) so that he can bear the medical expenses. But Deepchand
asks a piercing question with the little sensibility that he possesses, “Can
you return me those thirty- five years of my life? Can this money return me
even a single day of those lost 35 years of my life?” And the question never gets answered…