Confessions of a Vigilante

Introduction to part One.

A multi-part memoir of sorts. Some details are missing, forgotten, or covered by the OSA (1923) , Indian Procedure Code.

ᴵ ᵈᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶦᶰᵘᵉ ᵐʸ … ʷᵒʳᵏ⋅

This was supposed to mean , the absence of parity.

History has shown us that the idea of a systematic, bureaucrat driven, factory of justice- the modern criminal court, is practically useless to normal citizens. It has only rarely benefited the masses and has usually been misused by the traitorous regimes and private parties of their respective countries to marginalize, exploit, and coerce into submission, the disapproving citizens who seek change , or demand justice, sometimes for evils that were perpetrated in full view of society, under heaven, before the king, and upon innocents.

This is because the very concept of justice offered, and allowed them, is that of proof before a civil servant judge, a process of verification of the evidences (by more govt. staff), witnesses and chronologies, followed by a sentence that may be (promptly ) appealed against, ad infinitum.

Where the judge is an appointed arbiter of “ what must be done” to dissuade an individual, or groups, from “ever doing it again” . And for this, his/her idea of dissuasion depends entirely on the individual judge’s own subjective values/creativity/foresight/compassion/principles/mood ( ? ). ᴬᶰʸᵒᶰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴶᵒᶫᶫʸ⁽ᴸᴸᴮ⁾ ˢᵉʳᶦᵉˢ ﹖

Adding to this burden on the citizens, a purely reformative idea of justice, for hedonistic crimes of malice, was forwarded by ‘champions of social reform’ and icons of exemplary service to society ( at least as the media hyped them up ). Ex- IPS officers, NGOs , too-late-to-accomplish-anything-but-not-late- enough-for-activism type Jurists , and of course… vested interests seeking a lifetime supply of ‘bails’, ‘stays’ , ‘adjournments’ and ‘ furloughs’.

This idea of justice, was never in the program for a republic , but was forced upon us by the Brits. They just never thought that a jury of Indian civilians could be considered competent enough to leave judgements to. And they (the Imperials ) were the first to reason that an unarmed , and unprotected citizenry is the more disciplined citizenry, which suited their purposes rather well.

It was easy for the continuing establishment full of Oxford educated, anglophile politicians and jurists to sentence us to being ‘ unarmed, defenseless bystanders ’ forever. Sometimes I think no one really bothered to study the constitution after the final draft , with foresight or even a futurist outlook. I call that Callousness.

The kind of callousness that is expected of a person disconnected from the lives of “commoners” , who has to be shown a spreadsheet to appreciate the gestalt of a nations demography…

And then too manages only cursorily. The idea of expecting true justice, from basically a loosely organized group of such individuals , is folly.

υεƦα ιu$†ι†ια

( True Justice )

Justice is not kind to the unjust. They are enemies. Injustice cannot coexist, let alone thrive in the presence of justice. If it appears to, then it is all injustice, and the justice part is a facade.

The same judge who issues an order of death for one crime, cannot find ‘another angle’ to view the same crime in another case, another court. That is tyranny, and callous disdain for the very constitution the court is built around.

If an officer of the court is presented with all the facts and witnesses, for acts committed by individuals who are then spared the reciprocity of an outraged society ( remember that the society itself owns the court ), and instead protected by the power of the state, we know that society has been enslaved. And there is no recourse to absolute tyranny, where any rebuttal or debate about the malpractice of the judiciary itself, shall be rewarded by a ‘contempt’ indictment.

I was raised by an Indian, Hindu, kshatriya household, taught by several teachers, Christian, Hebrew, Muslim, Buddhist, Taoist, Atheistic…

I nurtured the idea of the individual soul being above political, territorial or any man-made demarcations. And that the only thing one must strive for is a good death, and final meeting with his maker. My opinions and actions, my convictions are all evidence of that. I serve the Indian State, am an Indian soldier ( for 24 years now ), and am supposed to protect her from “ …the three Ts — terror , tyranny and troubles !” -sic ( ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ )

The letters on its head mean “truth”.

One can find nooks and crannies in the so-called steel frame, books of laws, constitutions. One can hide and steal and walk between and around the lines, ill-intended orders and directives. Unless one treats the system with a circumspect wariness, one cannot walk on the principles of righteous judgement, one cannot pursue justice and escape the wrath of the tyrant. So , one blends. Stands when asked, sits when told, gets angry when other do, gets cheery on what cheers them, pays his taxes, stops at traffic lights, does not disobey and always upholds the throne and its occupant of the day. Votes and dresses as expected, marches on the line, performs his role to the noughts and ones.

In all this, no matter how, whenever a situation presents itself where the choice is to toe the line or make a stand with what is just, the warrior chooses the true desire of his heart. It may be either of the two.

This is the true measure of a man. That being said, women are better than men most times. Even children and animals have shown more courage and nobility than the majority of true and faux men around.

This is my Prologue, and why you cannot judge me. You have to earn a higher pedestal than the one my self-mutilated conscience is lying prone on.

I am the Golem. And this is my story.

ᵀᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶦᶰᵘᵉᵈ