(Another LONG story, I have taken a liking towards them, Sorry For the long read, hope you'll like it)
From the five inch
heels to the five inch cracks on her feet ….
From her plush 2 room apartment to the dingy room, from her well
manicured polished nails to the almost bit off yellow stained nails… from
champagne in a glass, to cockroach eggs… Certainly everything around Janaiah
had changed drastically…
It had been 3 years or more, no one knew, her case file
wasn’t to be found or never existed…
Janaiah had been diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia,
according to the helpers in the psychiatric ward. Inspite of her matted unkempt
hair, her uniform that hung loosely over her skeletal frame, something about
her was very alluring. For a student of Psychiatry, she was the best “Subject”
getting to know more about her would have been like a Dream come true, I would get the best internship certificate and I could even get it published.
That thought pushed me further towards her, she pulled me more towards her than
the other “subjects”.
She was always aloof in all the activity hours; she used to
sit quietly through breakfast, lunch, dinner, practically throughout the day. I
had a month of Internship, and 2 days had already passed, I was thinking as to
whether she was the right choice, and made a backup plan in another “easy
subject” as well.
Somehow Janaiah seemed very familiar, and that thought kept
nagging at the back of my head, and finally it was revealed by the “annoying”
helper – Janaiah was a Successful Model, probably of the Super model ranks.
That just gave me the necessary high I needed.
I tried getting her attention, however all my attempts
seemed futile. The day ended, however today I ran back home to seek refuge in
google, to know more about her… I typed in her name to be greeted by a plethora
of information, her profile, and her pictures – her pictures, were
breathtakingly beautiful, everything about her spelled perfection, beauty,
classy, elegance… I was in awe of this ethereal beauty… Somehow I knew how to
get her attention.
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| Model : Ruslana Korshunova |
I stealthily entered my sister’s room, and ran out with a
“prop” for my subject. I could feel the prop digging into my skin, but with the
excitement, I barely seemed to notice.
I went near Janaiah, mumbled a faint hello, which did not
get her attention. I placed the prop on her table, and unwrapped it... she
stole a glance towards it, my heart skipped a beat, and I knew she was taking
the bait. I unwrapped the Stilettos and placed it in front of her. She looked
at it for a moment or two, and looked at me, I smiled hopefully. Then just as I
thought something might happen, she went back to reading her book.
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| Shoe courtesy :Jimmy Choo |
I tried coaxing her back; all my attempts seemed to fail. I
did everything possible for the coming days – Magazines, nail paint,
accessories, even tried getting her to pose for my camera, but to no avail. She
just wouldn’t budge.
It was the 27th of June … 3 more days, for my
internship to come to a close. I had not made any progress with her. My back-up plan was ready;
however I wanted to know how she ended up here. I sat on her bed, without a
notebook and pen in hand, and mumbled a 'Hi' ; she kept down her book and
replied, 'Hey Aarav, 3 more days here huh? Got all what you needed??'
I was shocked,
I just gawked at her. She smiled, making me realize that I must be looking
really stupid!!...
'Are you going to take the Mse (mental status examination),
without a paper and pen, Aarav??'
I was left immobile and speechless. My mind
was racing, this was a normal trait associated with psychiatric patients
wherein they tried to acknowledge certain things as within their understanding
so as to have an effect on the Person taking the Mse, and I was sure many had
taken her Mse before. So it was normal for her to know the terms.
Seeing my surprised expression she smiled and added, 'Ma in
psychology from Nirmala Niketan, Aarav. I have been here for around 3 ½ years
now, she looked at me, and do you need a paper and pen??'
'No, wait I’ll be
back', saying that i tore from her room and came back with a notepad and pen...
I started writing all what she had mentioned, and looked at her;
she went on about her family, friends. Her Mse did not show any traces of
Paranoid Schizophrenia or any mental illness for that matter, but I was an
amateur, so it was difficult for me to ascertain whether she had any traits of the mentioned Illness.
'So how did you end up here', I asked her. Her expressions hardened,
she seemed distant in her thoughts. I guess it’s about time for you to go Aarav,
I’ll see you tomorrow, having said that she made a move towards the bathroom. I
definitely had exceeded my time, and hoped our conversation would continue
tomorrow as she disappeared into the bathroom
I was having a feeling that she would completely avoid me
today, however she smiled and waved at me, I ran over like a puppy does to his master.
I did not have to prod her. She told me her story…
'I was a successful model Aarav;
I had endorsed the best of products and walked for the best of designers. My
life was perfect till I met Nirav. Nirav was perfect, or so it seemed, he was
supportive and was the best boyfriend to have around. I was that comfortable that I even handed him the keys to my
apartment, where I stayed along with my little sister. She was as far away from
my industry, she worked with the Ngo’s. She was all I had, after my Parents
demise. She and Nirav, instantly bonded, and I knew Nirav would take care of
her, just as I doted on her.'
'I had to go on a Month long Fashion Tour starting from Paris,
and was apprehensive about leaving my sister alone, I asked Nirav to take care
of her while I was gone'.
Janaiah started crying, that was my biggest mistake Aarav!!! 'He and his friends raped her for weeks and killed her. Nirav was too rich and
powerful, all the evidences against him were wiped out and when I went out
against him, I landed here'.
She looked at me, her eyes screamed for help…the
clock struck 6. I had to leave, and I felt horrible having to leave her in that
condition… Janaiah, I’ll help you! help you out of this mess, I Promise!!!
My father was the best Criminal Lawyer in town, Vinay
Vashisht; I told my father the entire story. A week later he came back with
newspaper cuttings of how Janaiah’s sister was murdered, she was held as the
prime accused with Nirav testifying against her.
'Aarav, I cannot completely get her out of the Asylum, as
this case is completely against her, and its not feasible to dig out evidences
that are 3 years old, and if she gets out of the asylum she meets a Death
sentence, what we could do is get her out of the Asylum say for a day, maximum
a week nothing more than that'. I knew dad was right, I hated the Indian
Judiciary.
Janaiah was permitted to a 7 day “parole”. I was ecstatic.
'So where do you want to go??'
'She looked at me imploringly, my apartment Aarav,
I just want to see it once again.'
My dad had warned me that if she isn’t
brought back to the Asylum at 9pm,
everyday, there would be n array of problems, which meant I had to keep a
vigilant eye on her.
First 3 days went by with her traveling to different places,
malls, coffee shops, her choice of places were very distinctive, and I thought
it was because of being trapped in a room for so long, that she wanted to go
everywhere fathomable. I saw a smile escape her lips as she ducked under the
table to pull her sandal straps (weird, I thought)
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| Mumbai daily Snapshot - Linking Road (Bandra-w) |
On the 6th day, we went to a very prominent
shopping Zone (her choice again). Two hours there, and I was already tired but
not her, she was like a kid in a toy store. I slipped outside to attend a call,
and when I came in I couldn’t find her, I assumed she’d be in the trial room,
30 mins in a trial room???
I went over and knocked, she wasn’t there, and I
asked the shopkeeper, he hadn’t seen her either. Panic was an underrated word!! I searched
high and low, everywhere. The entire shopping area was a length of 2 football
fields!! Were was I to search... 3 hours later I decided to call my father, I
passed a chaat corner as I was dialing my fathers number when I saw her!!!..
I heaved a sigh of relief, went over to her, she looked
innocently at me and offered me chaat, my anger dissolved away, and so did my
fear of having lost her. This time I held her hand, she didn’t throw me off.
The next day again we went out. She was happy, she couldn’t thank me enough..... I
knew I had to get her out...
A week later:
A gruesome Murder became the talk of town. The victim was
identified as Nirav Kumar Desai, residing at Lokhandwaala (the same place we
had gone shopping), Nirav, hmm, Janaiah’s ex boyfriend, but definitely there
would be a lot of Nirav’s. Something just did not fit well. He was killed on
the 18th of August at around 2:30 pm
(Same time she had gone missing at the shopping zone). He was stabbed all over,
his head was shaved, a knife rested in his scalp, he lay eagle –spread on the
floor. Something nagged my memory; I took Janaiah’s sisters case, the murder
was done in a similar manner. The clothes of the victims were arranged in a
similar manner, the shoes were found near the genital area, the toe was cut off...
I couldn’t believe it. I met Janaiah the next day at the
asylum and showed her the headline which had Nirav's murder mentioned in it.
She smiled, a flicker of recognition passed across her face. She started
rocking back and forth, in fast rhythms, she freaked me out….
'He was in LOVE
with my sister, she screamed, my SISTER, she laughed hysterically, that ugly
bitch, I came back from Paris and saw them FUCKING each other... she pulled out
her hair, and started crying, I told Nirav not to leave me for her, My parents
also did not want me after she came, I was ADOPTED, she screamed, they were
going to tell her, and I had to Silence my Parents, she spat, and then she wanted
NIRAV, my NIRAV.. And I had to silence her as well'
I couldn’t take in what I had heard, she was crazy, she was
mad!! I had been an accomplice in the murder of an innocent man...
'Aarav, I like you… don’t go AWAYYY FROM ME…'
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, I could feel the
bile rising in my throat. I was an Amateur in understanding Human Emotions, and
because of me someone was murdered, I couldn’t live with this Guilt.
She had known all along that I would be very Vulnerable, she
definitely had heard the conversation with my Dad, no wonder she opened up out
of the blue.. It was all PLANNED; I was the “SUBJECT” here
Janaiah’s face swam in front of me as I stood by the
cliff... I knew I had to end the thumping of my heart, it had to stop…and it
did…
