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We need your ghost, Dubeyji, we need
him for the faith—and the fright
DEAR DUBEYJI (if I may, that’s what one of your batchmates said you were
called at IIT Kanpur)
This is the first letter I’m writing to a murder victim. Either in fact
or in fiction. I’m doing this for two, three reasons. No, make it four. Four
sounds right—it’s been four days since we first heard the whistle you blew.
Four is the number of years both of us spent at IIT. Four sides make the
Golden Quadrilateral.
1. I write because I don’t know what else to do. I can’t reconstruct
your body from your ashes, send it to TV studios, let anchors squeeze your
shoulder in prime-time empathy. My colleagues at The Indian Express were the
first to tell us—and the world—about the whistle you blew one full year
before you were killed. That you wrote to the Prime Minister about your
nightmares in his dream project. Nightmares of old-fashioned corruption on a
futuristic highway.
http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=36601
by: RAJ KAMAL JHA
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