Nov 21, 2012

Kasab's last Kabab [326/365]

After four years of deliberations and a couple of millions bucks feeding him and curing him of his illnesses, Kasab was hanged in a Pune prison.
In this four years, he was paraded like a prized cattle er ... thief.
The crime was proven the moment he was caught, but our politicians didn't want to loose this wonderful opportunity to rub salt into Pakistan's wounds and prove that we are just at the same time. He was after all caught on candid camera gunning down innocent travelers with an AK47 much to the chagrin of his Pakistani handlers. In the minds of billions of patriotic Indians, he was already sentenced to death but we toyed with him. Gave him a glimmer of hope that we might free him on humanitarian grounds. Our tax rupees paid for his counsel, years of biriyani, kababs and world-class healthcare. We pleaded, cajoled, threatened Pakistan to hand over Kasab's masters.

Predictably, they didn't and we went ahead and hanged him. The fools amongst us celebrated.
While some human-loving peace nicks campaigned for clemency and raised 300-odd signatures (what's 300 in a country of a billion-plus), Kasab had his time run out and we lost our favorite Pakistani scapegoat to the hangman's noose early this morning.
We didn't have to do what we did. Kasab should have been parceled to the bottom of the Indian Ocean ala Osama but no. We had to parade him to feel vindicated.

I wonder what Kasab went through. Did he curse his luck that he stayed alive. Did he repent killing so many people? Was he enjoying the enemy's hospitality? Was he angry that his family, his village and his country disowned him? Given a chance would he have reformed? Could we have turned him against Pakistan? Was there a chance he thought he would be pardoned? Was he happy with the biriyani and kababs?

So while we all slept, Kasab had his last kabab and bid adieu in the most ironic and painful way he could. In the same way he snuck into India under the cloak of darkness and with the same stealth that he killed, he was killed.

We like to think we are children of our destiny, inevitable results of our circumstances. Kasab had a choice. He could have grown up and worked hard like the hundreds and thousands of people that he and his compatriots mercilessly killed.
Instead like hardened spies, he held fort and took his secrets to the grave.

Can we atleast ask Pakistan for a refund?
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