I heard that the Chief Minister had promised to fasttrack the case. But it seems nothing has moved. Fast tracks quickly become slow tracks in this city. Anyway, I’m not here to wallow in self-pity, the time for that is long gone. Distance from the event has made me think of it with more objectivity. They say time heals.u00a0In retrospect, several aspects of that fateful night upset me. Obviously, the fact that I was outnumbered by 20 armed men and repeatedly stabbed and killed makes me mad. But what truly amazes me is that almost 100 bystanders just watched the attack. They saw me desperately trying to defend my girlfriend and did nothing to help.u00a0

Just imagine — it is 10.30 pm and on a crowded street, a drunken man makes lewd comments at my girlfriend and tries to feel her up. I retaliate and he goes back to his chawl and returns with a gang of 20 goondas armed with swords and cricket stumps. A hundred onlookers watch the gruesome scene unfold like it is a tamasha. I just want to understand why. Were they scared to get involved, did they feel witnesses become culprits in this new cruel Mumbai? Otherwise why would they not shout, scream, or call the police? Or even take me to the hospital when they saw my guts spilling out into the street?

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What has also zapped me, since my stabbing, is that instances of such blatant violence have increased, not lessened. I had hoped that my horrific experience would spread awareness and cause a national outrage. Nothing like this has happened.u00a0Just a month after my death, some guys started dancing wildly in a cinema house in Malad. When some poor people objected, they were beaten up in the car park and left to die after the movie. In another instance, a disadvantaged girl was raped in the compartment of a train, watched by her fellowu00a0passengers.

It seems like today, you can get away with any kind of crime, because you feel no one will stop you, and no law will convict you. What has happened to our city? When did violence become so commonplace that both attacker and audience can be so equally callous?u00a0Tell me. Please.

Rahul da Cunha is an adman, theatre director/playwright, photographer and traveller. Reach him at rahuldacunha62@gmail.com

The views expressed in this column are the individual’s and don’t represent those of the paper.