This was inevitable.
Film actor Sanjay Dutt, held guilty for possessing arms in the 1993 bomb blast case, on Thursday arrived at the TADA court which would hear his plea seeking time to surrender. Dutt’s lawyers are likely to seek a pardon for him on the grounds of good behaviour.
And he realized that this late in life? At 45 (47?). Pigs can fly. Makes me wonder. Mere months after his first release from the TADA prison, he was caught poaching deer in the Dandeli forest. Our wonderful political apparatus hushed the matter quickly. One would reasonably expect that the time he spent in the TADA jail would’ve wisened him enough to don the “good boy” hat from then on. Killing an harmless animal for fun isn’t counted as good behaviour. But then, his record suggests that he has never grown beyond boyhood. His late dad ensured that he remained one lifelong–ref: Sunil Dutt’s repeated defences that his son had a “traumatic childhood.”
If a person who had access to toys like AK56s claims in court that he possessed them for “self-defence,” one is truly at a loss for comment. Perhaps the most disgusting element in this affair is the decrepit sentence he was awarded: just five years of imprisonment for a traitor, which is really what Sanjay Dutt is. It is highly instructive to read Sanjay Dutt’s profile, which Suketu Mehta has painted in his Maximum City.
Yet the media at various points in the recent months has chosen to focus on his alleged Gandhigiri; perhaps the outcome of some meticulous stage-management. If Dutt seriously professes Gandhian ethos, let him simply donate his wealth and like Gandhi, abide by the vow, and live half-clothed, like millions of Indians live even today.
But what Dutt Jr wants really is to convince the courts to “donate” to him the 5-year sentence. What better way to do that than put on an elaborate charade of Gandhigiri and poojas and yagnas and photo-ops with the insulted and the humiliated.