Trrriinnngggg… my mobile started
blaring enthusiastically in an effort to get me out of bed. Groggily I grazed
my hand on the bed hunting for the source of sound. Finding it hidden under
pillow, I killed it and tucked myself deeper in the sheets.
“It’s already eight o’clock. You
better get up if you want to reach office on time on your first day.” My mother
shouted from kitchen flipping the parathas.
“Eight O’clock!” I jumped out hearing
that as if I had been electrocuted. I can’t mess up on the first day of
joining. My dream job to join India’s biggest news channel Planet Plus had
finally come true. I got ready within no time. Stuffing one paratha, I ran. By
the time I reached office I witnessed a commotion on the floor and people were
running towards the farthest room.
“Team!” The chief editor of Planet
Plus, Subhash barked. “Get into the conference room right now. We got breaking
news and I want us to be the first one to cover the story.”
I joined the mob running towards the
conference room with their notepads and pens. Everyone wondered what could be
so important news. Had there been another terror attack or corruption? I
wondered.
“What’s his problem first thing in the
morning yaar? I am still not fully awake.” said Sumit to Neha.
“I guess Telangana state formation had
been declared; In which case, I have a nice caption for front page headline-
India delivers at 66. What do you think?” asked Neha patting Sumit.
“Nice! I am sure it has to be that
news. Let’s go fast else he will start biting.”
The small but neatly decorated conference
room was full and everyone tried to the grab the available seat. The big oval
table in the center was facing 2 large TVs on opposite walls. Everyone was
guessing what could be the sensational news while waiting for Subhash to wrap-up
his call and disclose. Almost three-fourth was betting on Telangana state
formation while minority split was on corruption, political scandal or death of
a country’s high profile personality.
“Guys!” Everyone went quiet and gave
attention to Subhash. “There had been a gang-rape near Saket mall. Couple of
hours back a girl had been raped and brutally injured. She had been rushed to
AIIMS. I want you to be in the field right away and get it on air before any
other channel.”
Part of me got excited to be part of
high profile news on day one. While the other felt bad for the victim.
“Why is this rape such a big issue?
Every 10-15 minutes there’s a rape in India. We can cover a small article like
every other rapes that we publish.” interrupted Sumit.
“Couple of points Sumit; firstly it
happened in the country’s capital, which questions the safety of women across the
country. Secondly, it’s very gruesome. The rapists have cut off the breasts of
the victim.” Everyone cringed the moment they heard it. “Lastly, as opposition
is supporting our media group, they want this issue to be sensationalized to
get some political mileage for the upcoming elections.”
Subhash continued “Our papers have
already covered the basic details on front page but I want a complete story by
mid-day. Sumit, I want you to take your team to the hospital and cover it LIVE
from hospital. Talk to the parents, friends, relatives, school/college teachers,
neighbors anyone whom you can get in touch with. Dig into her personal life and
I want a complete coverage by 5:00 PM. importantly, check what her character
was…”
“But sir, her character... Don’t you
think we should be sensitive?” interrupted Sumit.
“See, as reporters it’s our moral
responsibility to show facts without bias. So, get there fast and report back. Hold
the character details for time-being; we’ll decide how to use it depending on
the situation in coming days.”
I was listening intently as the drama
was unfolding. As a new joinee I was experiencing how a newsroom works at the
backend. I was aware that politicians back media and news channels but now I
was going to be part of this circus.
“Yes Sir.” Saying this Sumit left the
room.
“Neha, get a quote from Amitabh
Bachchan, SRK and Sridevi and keep the ticker rolling with the news.”
“Don’t you think we should get Salman
and Aamir instead of Sridevi?” said Neha excitedly.
“Neha! I don’t care what those 2 khans
think. I want Sridevi! She has 2 daughters and she is back with a big bang. She
is everywhere starting from movie openings to Vogue. SRK and Big B have
daughter and grand-daughter so public would be interested to know their
reactions. Don’t waste time on bachelors and stars with boys. Instead get a
quote from Kareena, Deepika and Priyanka. Also get quotes from Shobha De; see
if she can get you something interesting.”
“Understood sir! We need sensational
news.” Saying this Neha got up to leave the room.
“Neha! See if you can get some debatable
statements from Rakhi Sawant or Mallika Sherawat also.” Subhash said winking at
Neha.
She smiled “I will” and left the room.
My mind wondered how Subhash, who lectured
Sumit on moral responsibility a minute back, had asked Neha to get dramatic news.
I was not able to decide what was the driving factor- money, power or morality?
Subhash scanned the room and looked at
Abhishek. “Abhi, I want you to get in touch with the Home Minister, the CM and some
opposition leaders for their quotes.”
“Yes Sir,” said Abhishek. I’ll go to
the parliament. It is in session today, I can get hold of most of the ministers
there.”
“Abhishek, how long you have been working?”
Subhash said exasperated. “Even an uneducated villager knows that they don’t
attend the sessions. Check with their PAs and see where they are and get their
quotes.”
Abhi didn’t say anything and left the
room sheepishly.
“Murli and Sunita, I want you to get
quotes from IT workers and college students and teachers. Get footage of some
girls in skirts or minis and some in salwar kameez/saree. Try to dramatize
while talking to them. Understood?”
“Got it sir.”
“Raghu, I want you to go to the
tourist spots and get quotes and feelers from foreigners. Ask them their
experiences specially women traveling alone. Ignore the nice climate and
hospitality part. Review your tape with me before rolling. I also want you to
identify 2 freelance foreign writers. One needs to write about worse experience
with molestations, groping she faced in India. The other needs to contradict
that and portray wonderful experience. Release both articles with a gap of 2 to
3 days. That will fuel debates across the country. Out you go.”
“Samar, you have two things to do.
First I want you to create a Facebook page demanding justice. It should demand capital
punishment. Push it through all the social circles and advertisers. I want at
least 50 thousand hits/likes before prime time. Ensure you do it from some
local internet cafe and it should not be traced to us.”
“I’ll get Arun to get some comic
strips also rolled out.” Added Samar pointing to Arun.
“Sounds good; do that. Secondly, get
the rape statistics across the world, country and states. Also try and get
India’s ranking with respect to safety of women in the world. Ensure that the
states where Normal Aadmi Party (NAP) is ruling, the numbers need to look low
compared to Social Janta Party (SJP).”
“But sir, we can’t tweak the numbers!
We are supposed to show the facts!”
“Samar, fuck the facts. You don’t get
paid for facts and no-one is going to validate them anyways. TRPs gets you your
paycheck on time and this is our chance to get that. We need to beat AbTak News
Channel this quarter. Show me the figures before relaying.”
“Arnab, I want you to take up this
issue in today’s prime time debate.”
“But sir, we have the telecom
corruption debate scheduled today.”
“Postpone that and apologize to the
guests.”
“Ok, who all do you want for debate?”
“Try to get the CM or Home Minister
from the ruling party. I want you to get Shruti Irani and Grishma Swaraj from
opposition. Their high pitch screaming will make it interesting. Also ask
Jalebi Devi to join.”
“But sir, she can’t speak English and
our debate is in English.”
“That’s exactly why I want her; she is
from the ruling party and will be the comic factor for the show.” Subhash said
giggling.
“Sir we can also call Mamta Rani from
the ‘Society For Woman’ (SOW) NGO. She is also a very aggressive lady.”
“No! No! Not her. Their NGO is
sponsored by SJP. We need Prabhavati Devi from AIAMA (All India Anti Male
Association). Their NGO is sponsored by NAP and she literally shouts her guts
out. Check out where she is and if she is available.”
“Got it sir.” Saying Arnab left to
prepare for his debate.
My mind was boggled with too much
information in a national news channel office. I was witnessing the news creation
process.
“Rest; please continue with your
stories and prioritize this one if anything comes up.” Subhash looked at me and
asked me to follow him.
“Namit, I want you to do 2000 words on
this issue and run it through editor. This needs to be done by evening so that
it can go in tomorrow’s morning print. I’ll sit with you for briefing later
this week.”
I left to cough my 2000 words, when
Arnab rushed to Subhash with terrified look- “Sir, Prabhavati Devi cannot make
it to the debate!”
‘Don’t worry; I’ll talk to minister
Patil. You carry on.”
Subhash rushed to his room and dialed
Ramanand Patil, NAP’s party leader. “Sir, all arrangements are done as
discussed. We need one help from you. We wanted Prabhavati Devi to attend
today’s debate but looks like she cannot make it.” Pause. “No problem sir, we can
patch her from her residence. Thank you Sir.”
At Ramanand’s Residence- Ramanand
dialed Prabhavatis personal number…
“Hello Prabha.”
“Hi Patilji. How are you?”
“All that is fine, I want you to
attend the debate at Planet Plus primetime tonight.”
“Anything you say. Now tell me when
are we meeting? My husband is out of town for 2 days. Shall I come to the guest
house after the debate?”
‘No! Not today. Meet me after
tomorrow’s Woman’s Welfare Meeting.”
“Okay! Bye.”
“Bye.”
In the channel headquarters Subhash
and Arnab were happy that Prabhavati agreed to join the debate. My story was going
nowhere with the chaos and running around in the office. I was getting
distracted every few minutes with the TV wall where atleast a dozen TVs were
hanging tuned into every major news channel. Every correspondent was talking
the same issue and I was able to spot Sanjay from AbTak news channel broadcasting
LIVE from the hospital.
Sanjay: "Aaiye hum aap ko le chalte hai
AIIMS ke hospital pe jahan humaare samvaad daata deepak chaurasia maujood hai."
"haan Deepak kya aap hamey sun
sakte hai?" (Deepak is on screen and he is as blank as Laloo's 10th
board answer sheet)
"Deepak aapko humaari awaaz aa
rahee hai?"
Deepak: "haan Sanjay
boliye" (People behind Deepak desperate to come on TV were waving as
if stranded on an island for ages and trying to signal a far off ship in sight)
"Deepak, Is waqt wahan Abhaya ki
tabiyat kaisi hai? kya mahaul hai iss waqt wahaa par?"
Deepak: “Abhi hum AIIMS mein Abhaya ke room
ke saamne khade hain aur aapko bataa dein ki AbTak pehla channel hai jo ye
khabar aap tak la raha hai. Sanjay jaisa ki hum sab ko pataa hai aaj subah
Bharat ki Rajdhaani Dilli mein 4 yuvakon ne milkar Abahya ka saamuhik balatkar kiya
aur uske stan kaat diye. Subah se yahan saare news channel waalon ka taanta
laga hua hai…”
Sanjay: Ye batayiye ki kya Abhaya ko dard ho
raha hai? Use kaisa mehsoos ho raha hai?”
I turned back and came to my desk
hearing to the absurd questions that were being asked and broadcasted on a
national news channel. I found this more disturbing than the rape itself. Every
channel continued to show some or the other irrational and irresponsible piece
of information- starting from woman’s dressing to eating habits, makeup to
talking on cell phones, working late nights to boy-friends, Influence by Bollywood
item numbers to foreign culture and Internet. Surprisingly, none of the news
channels showed the rapists pictures or upbringing of boys while the victims’
photo was pasted on the screen all the time.
Finally
the day came to an end and I left office contemplating my decision to join as
journalist. Sitting in the taxi, I reflected back on my day. One peep into the
national news channels working day has completely changed my views about
everything in life. Everything looked questionable. Is anything real or just
hype created by media for selfish reasons? While engrossed in the thoughts, a little
girl started tapping the window pane trying to sell some magazines. Her tiny
body and saucer eyes made her resemble the classic poster girl for poverty. She
tapped on the window of my taxi and said, “Ek magazine lelo saab.’’ She
was shivering as she sold the magazines to motorists, most of whom shooed
her away. She possibly didn’t know about today’s incident, but she
knew that she would make some extra rupees by selling few magazines
till late night. And that made her happy! For the little girl, those few extra
rupees would translate into extra bread for dinner. She would probably never get to see the inside of a pucca house. For her, the blue plastic
sheets have to suffice. When she is a little older, her life will change. The
day is not far when she will be raped in some alley and no-one would bother to question.
From selling magazines, she may end up selling her body. Like so many others
who survive on metro’s mean streets, turning tricks, hustling, peddling drugs.
Her bright eyes and cheerful smile will be replaced by a hard, stony expression
and a twisted mouth. But chances are she will still be working on the same
street, ducking into the back seat of an auto rickshaw to satisfy customers
looking for a monsoon quickie. Try telling her Mera
Bharat Mahan. She might just punch you!