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Street Facts - Epilogue
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Sunday, April 7, 2024
Street Facts - Chapter 7
Factor Resolved
A week later, Shreeja and Saurabh started running a story of Renuka Banerjee, the notorious human trafficker and her cousin and aide Bhudeb Ganguly, both in their sixties. It mentioned how a Lalbazar detective arrested Renuka Banerjee, how an Assistant Sub-inspector of Police risked his life to rescue several children. The solace was that the entire operation has found three girls from the city, missing over a decade. Renuka and Bhudeb kidnapped these girls in disguise of household help. Bhudeb alone impregnated them. Their children were raped and impregnated, in turn, while kidnapping of other girls continued. With an increased number of children, the duo hired rapists. Babies, boys and girls, born out of kidnapped girls and their female offspring were trafficked overseas. Otherwise, deployed in local prostitution business, in begging, and as aide to further kidnapping. Shreeja, Saurabh, Tapaja, Moumita all wanted to name Sujit and Shiuli. But Sujit disagreed, “Why would you put a target on my back? I’ve just done my job.” Shiuli explained, “We’re not immune from the temptation of fame. But we’ve family. Our names, faces should not be publicized. Criminals and their estranged families may identify and can avenge us for estrangement or death of their loved ones.” Later she added, “This’ not at all a glorious moment for the force. Two girls are yet to be found. Countless lives had been violated, lost irredeemably, on our watch. We’re far from being done.” Shreeja wanted to thank Shiuli but refrained. Instead, she boozed to forget the pain of lost hope, of unknown helpless children lost into the darkest unknown.
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Saturday, April 6, 2024
Street Facts - Chapter 6
Factory Discovery
After a year and half, Shreeja and Saurabh heard a woman venting, “Sujit can fill the bathroom water tank, clean the toilets, clean the rooms and utensils. Yet he’s useless.” A man slandered, “Yah, he can’t fuck.” Another man added, “He can be fucked. I did it for him. He can be sold.” They heard another man exclaim, “Even there’s a sex market for older effeminate men? Gracious are human sexual choices!” The woman teased, “Pedophile. You found only little children sexually attractive. Most people don’t.” The man teased back, “You don’t even find them adorable. All are commodities for you. You just sell them.” The woman proudly pronounced, “So do my girls." Shreeja texted Shiuli, “They’re planning to sell an effeminate man.” Shiuli texted back, “We’re waiting for the purchaser to show up. Money changing hands.” Shreeja texted her mind back, “Outrageous. Can you pull it through at the right moment?” Shiuli emphasized, “I must.” Then she added, “Come sometime.” Shreeja visited Shiuli. Shiuli showed her a few video clips of the house. Dirty children, crawling, cooing and crying in a dark room. A young man attempted to clean and feed the children. He was beaten to pulp by another man and a woman. He was seen doing other chores. There was another dark room full of adolescent girls. They were panting, sulking, groaning. Three men were seen there every day, taking shifts, to rape all those girls, in turns. There were pregnant girls aging ten to fifteen. There was footage of babies being put in duffle bags; those bags being loaded on a minivan. Stopping the visuals, Shiuli asked, “Are you alright, Shreeja?” Shreeja barely moved her head in negation. She was devastated. After a long silence Shiuli shared, “That young man is our own Assistant Sub-inspector, Sujit Dam. He had been there for more than a year now. They forced him into the rape room, the factory of producing bastard kids by impregnating adolescent girls,. He could not commit rape. Hence, they labeled him effeminate. Raped him.” Shreeja surmised, “The babies born out of these rapes are the begging fixtures. Couple of which I’ve adored.” Shiuli added, “They are also sold. The kids are as small as fitting in duffle bags, till age of fifteen, to different sex and slave markets, globally. All the children in that house are siblings, half-siblings and their descendants. Some DNA samples are linked to three different women. Mohul Saha, Anamita Das, Jayeeta Ray.” Shreeja asked, “Are all these footages and DNA sample collection Dam’s handiwork?” Shiuli agreed, “Yes, of course. He reconnoitered all the rooms and hotspots like the factory, loading dock, warehouse. Then he collected the surveillance hardware in pretense of running grocery store errands. He fixed both online and offline fixtures himself. He dropped offline footage himself at collection points and collected power backups for all installed equipment along with replacement memory sticks. If online transmission and cloud storage fails…. if devices are caught…. But these savages are so backward that they even avoided electricity.” Shreeja amended, “Nope. That can also be their torture method. The darkness and dirt. Discomfort to break the human will. Keeping victims hungry, angry and weak.” Shiuli further informed, “Our sound and video clips gathered that the five girls were kidnapped separately, subjected to systematic rape and production of children. Later Jayati Sinha and Millie Majumder were sold to a local prostitution ring. Probably, they were not as cunning and as useful as Mahul Saha. She has become one of the perpetrators, along with the other two. These three girls marked targets, then, cajoled them to the house. As they did with Sujit.” Shiuli concluded, “Sujit has been fitted with a GPS tracker beneath his skin, between ribs. We’ll appear at his sale location. You can follow us but that would be too risky. Till then you must keep mum.”
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Friday, April 5, 2024
Street Facts - Chapter 5
Trina took first turn. She watched the woman on the streets around Rabindrasadan, followed her discreetly on the buses. A van with Shreeja and Hridi followed Trina. If change of shift required, then, it was planned that Saurabh and Pratiti would take up. Trina marked the house in Behala where the woman entered holding a baby. It was a big house, in a middle-class neighborhood, with gardens and a pond in the back, very unlike the current paradigm. Also, the house did not have electricity. Next day Hridi appeared at the doorstep of the house to sell home-made phenyl. A man in his sixties, opened the door and denied buying any phenyl. Hridi asked, “Can I get a glass of water?” The man could not say, “No.” He was hesitating to agree. Hridi feigned fainting. The man had no choice but to take her inside the house. It was dilapidated. As the man went inside leaving Hridi alone in the room, she fixed a microphone on the door frame, hidden behind panes. Those had no bolt, bar, ring; hence cannot be locked from any side. The man returned with a woman of his age. They found Hridi roaming all around the room. Hridi apologized for fainting but did not drink their water. A child started crying from inside the house, a few more joined. The man and the woman were not seemingly moved by the cries. Hridi said, “Probably you’re busy taking care of children. Sorry to bother you. I must leave now.” She almost ran out of the house. As she entered the surveillance van waiting for her a few meters away, by the turn, Shreeja heard that the woman was scolding the man for letting an unknown girl enter their house and leaving her alone in the room. The man fumbled, “She fainted.” The woman scowled, “Your imagination. You can’t keep your hands off young women.” Shreeja told Shiuli about this venture. Shiuli was apprehensive about this unlawful surveillance, its inadmissibility in court of law. She hurried to legitimize surveillance based on Hridi’s written statement. Weeks passed. The beggar woman around Rabindrasadan brought a young man to the house. In the evening. The old man asked the youth, “Remove your clothes. I must see you completely naked.” They confirmed by observing the naked man that he had no ploy but had fallen into their dragnet, like other prey. The old woman was heard instructing, “You can never have a cell phone. You shall never accompany our girls on the streets. You must ask one of us before you go out.” Shiuli texted Shreeja, “DNA is a match. It’s Mohul Saha, indeed. Missing over twenty years and alive.” Shreeja shared the development with Saurabh, Moumita and Tapaja. Tapaja reflected, “It can be a long haul.” Moumita suggested, “One of you must listen to them, daily. Shreeja must maintain liaison with the police. Till it becomes presentable, both of you need to work on other assignments. Your girls will be reassigned to other projects.”
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Thursday, April 4, 2024
Street Facts - Chapter 4
Months later, Shiuli texted Shreeja to meet immediately. Shreeja rushed to Shiuli’s office. Shiuli said, “The beggar woman you’ve photographed has resemblances with one of our missing cases, Mohul Saha. Bone structure of her face is a match, but facial features like the shape of eyes, nose, lips, chin are much different. We need her DNA.” Shreeja was perplexed, “What can I do in this matter?” Shiuli explained, “Simply, you’ve to collect her DNA. You already have a connection with her. Just take her to a tea stall. Made her eat something. Drink something. We’ll bring the plates and glasses and shall collect DNA samples. Our people will be around.” Independence Day had long passed. Even the Puja had passed. Usual route was open. Yet Shreeja got down from the bus at PG hospital stoppage. She walked along the western boundary wall of Rabindrasadan. She did not find the woman. After two weeks of endeavor, Shreeja spotted the woman along the southern flank of Rabindrasadan. She asked, “Remember me?” The woman was bewildered, and replied, “No.” Shreeja sought for her child of the day and located a girl, a toddler. She took the toddler in her arms, then cautiously asked, “Is she yours?” The woman said, “No. my sister’s. She died last month. I have taken the orphan in. I must feed her.” Shreeja utilized the opportunity. She took them to Rabindrasadan food stall. The woman and the girl ate some, and took some food packed for later. Shreeja did not feel like giving them any money. She smelled deep conspiracy from the woman’s changing mushy stories. A busboy took the paper plates and plastic glasses away wearing disposable gloves. Shreeja received a text from Shiuli, “Got the samples.” Later that night she mentioned it to Saurabh. Saurabh wanted to explore his plan to crack this case. With rape spree sensation dying down and in absence of strong sensations, the news cycle was starving for salaciousness. Saurabh and Shreeja presented their begging ring theory in the weekly meeting with Tapaja and Moumita. Shreeja and Saurabh were not sure if there would be resources to pursue their plan. They expected to be asked to remain tagged along with the Police. Instead, Tapaja asked, “Take some youngsters. Build a team. Try to enter the hornets’ nest. But don’t get stung.” Moumita alerted, “As much as I understand, the Police is maintaining a cautious discretion, probably to avoid a blow up. My advice is, you should maintain that too. We need results. To feed the news beast. Hence, don’t blow up.” These were more than expectations of Shreeja and Saurabh. They interviewed ten people. They appointed three of them. All girls, Trina, Hridi and Pratiti.
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Wednesday, April 3, 2024
Street Facts - Chapter 3
Fact from the Police
Next afternoon Shreeja woke up sober. Her pillow and neck were wet, though the air conditioner was working fine. Her eyes were swollen. She felt as if she had wept her heart out. Her recollection of the day before brought her bitterness and grief back. Rushing downstairs, she felt lighter. She was glad that she was not hung over. Scanning through the morning newspaper, she pointed to Saurabh's piece. It was good. Reluctantly she went through her piece. She found that Moumita added a few twists to blame misogyny and kept the tone of the series intact. But it did not excite Shreeja anymore. She texted Saurabh, “You SoB, up by one score.” She took a shower, got dressed, ate lunch, called a cab to arrive at Park Street Police Station. The police station, too, was under the spell of Independence Day celebration and related security preparations. It was totally distracted from rape cases. Shreeja waited for the duty officer to allot her a desk. It took more than a quarter of an hour. The sub-inspector at the desk was a woman. Her name was Manidipa Mitra. Shreeja was direct, “Ms. Mitra, I’m here to take note on status of the rape cases.” Young and enthusiastic Ms. Mitra replied, “Oh! a lot has been going on. As you know the accused persons are in police remand.” She stopped there. Shreeja waited for some more spunky frivolity. But nothing other than silence emanated. Shreeja asked, “What’s new?” Sub-inspector Mitra replied, “Several things.” She paused and shared, as if confiding, “Can’t share. This’ an ongoing investigation.” Shreeja enquired, “Are you the investigating officer?” Monidipa Mitra replied, “No. A task force of senior detectives and police persons are pursuing the cases. I’m representing this police station among other stations involved in the case.” Shreeja got a notch to scratch, “Are everyone in the team women?” Monidipa Mitra appeared clever, “We don’t encourage gender bias in the department. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Shreeja expressed dissatisfaction, “You’ve not shared any useful information at all. Ma’am your youth and enthusiasm seem false for you’re guarding important public information from the public you serve.” Manidipa mustered up a bitchy smile and responded, “I’m at your service, madam. Please don’t call me ma’am. My colleagues call me Mitra. You can call me Mitra, too. Also, you should understand that my duties are to the public but not to corporates in the news business. My job is to save people from criminals, even risking my own life. It’s not to save your job. Also, speaking of information, you can lodge an information request under RTI act at Lalbazar.” Shreeja thought she had wasted much of her day. She headed for a notary office to buy a few stamp papers each worth rupees ten. Then she headed back to office to type her enquiries, on those stamp papers, as prescribed under the Right to Information Act. One for her assignment on rape spree. The other was on the beggars. She submitted them at the city police commissioner’s office at Lalbazar just by five in the evening, daily end hour for receiving RTI act requests. Shreeja could not help but enquire about meeting detectives on duty. The mail office reluctantly guided her to the detective department. From desk to desk she asked for information on both the rape spree and begging ring. She got some answers from Sub-inspector Somlata Kundu. She sent Shreeja to her colleague Shiuli Pal at the Missing Persons squad. Shiuli Pal beamed to Shreeja’s encounter with beggars. She opened some logs and advised, “If possible lodge a police complaint at Maidan Police Station about beggars begging on the street.” Shreeja protested, “I had no intention to get a poor misguided woman arrested.” Shiuli suggested, “Mention begging rings. Claim the woman to be a victim. Mention details of your conversation with her as you’ve done with me. Even mention your meeting with me. And my advice.” Shreeja was listening. Hence, Shiuli continued, “They’ll give the diary number; convey it to me by a letter, along with a copy of your complaint to Maidan Police Station. Give me a copy of the letter attached with a copy of your complaint to Maidan Police Station and, also, a copy of the receipt details of my office. To help me start immediately.” Shreeja was still listening. Shiuli Pal stood up, opened a cabinet, and brought a few files. Opening one of them, she showed a picture of a girl, aged around ten to twelve, and explained, “This is Anamita Das. Missing over fifteen years. She had turned twenty-five last spring, if alive. We’re still clueless. There are a few like this.” She pointed to other files and continued, “Jayati Sinha, Jayeeta Ray, Millie Majumder, Mohul Saha. We’re still looking forward to their return to their respective families.” Shreeja asked, “None here specializes in begging rings?” Shiuli replied, “We don’t pursue begging separately. Often street offenses are all linked to the same ring, same gang, same cluster of criminals. If we can crack open a piece, we may get a chance to crack the whole thing wide open and get everything resolved. Somlata last year found a victim who was my long-time case. Hence, we share facts and work together. If you stick to it, with or without support of your employer, even without your professional approach, then you shall watch us to see through till the end of this.” She paused a little and added, “My gut says we’re about to get somewhere with these beggars.” Shreeja had some epiphany. She had notions of police persons being typical inefficient corrupt public servants. Shiuli made Shreeja believe in the public system and its will. Shreeja showed the photo she took with the woman and the baby to Shiuli. Shiuli requested Shreeja, “Please email me this photo. I can start pursuing them even before you go to Maidan Police Station.” Going to office, however, Shreeja wrote how misogyny had been driving the police force and turned its women into ineffective liars protecting its secrets, hiding information from the public. She emphasized that the only secret happened to be inefficacy, amounting to doing nothing for the victims of a misogynistic society. She did not have much information to deliver. She must wait another week for getting responses to her RTI act query. Thus, she could all write about ugly things she imagined of sub-inspector Manidipa Mitra. Later, at night, at the watering hole Saurabh caught up, “What’s about the beggars?” Shreeja shared everything she encountered till Shiuli Pal’s advice. Because both Saurabh and Shreeja knew that every sensation dies after some time. They knew, in a month or two, current rape spree sensation would take a back seat. News cycle would be fed with some new sensations and gradually would delve in indulging the one most enjoyed by the consumers. Saurabh and Shreeja chalked out a plan for their beggar story. They needed something to survive, first for their soul, then for feeding the news cycle, though with a portion of their soul, as usual. They would make it a money churning game, probably. Until then they would keep digging the truth.
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