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Rana Ayyub - Gujarat Files: Anatomy of a Cover Up

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Gujarat Files is the account of an eight-month long undercover investigation by journalist Rana Ayyub into the Gujarat riots, fake encounters and the murder of state Home Minister Haren Pandya that brings to the fore startling revelations. Posing as Maithili Tyagi, a filmmaker from the American Film Institute Conservatory, Rana met bureaucrats and top cops in Gujarat who held pivotal positions in the state between 2001 and 2010. The transcripts of the sting operation reveal the complicity of the state and its officials in crimes against humanity. With sensational disclosures about cases that run parallel to Narendra Modi and Amit Shahs ascent to power and their journey from Gujarat to New Delhi, the book tells you the hushed truth of the state in the words of those who developed amnesia while speaking before commissions of enquiry, but held nothing back in the secretly taped videos which form the basis of this remarkable read.

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Dedicated to Mukul Sinha and Shahid Azmi who gave me a purpose to fight For - photo 1
Dedicated to Mukul Sinha and Shahid Azmi
who gave me a purpose to fight.
For Abba and Ammi
Contents
FOREWORD

(The face of truth is covered by the golden vessel;
Oh Pushan, uncover it for the vision of truthful dharma)
Ishavasyopanishad

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isnt, said Mark Twain epigrammatically. But, the nature of truth, has baffled philosophers all over the world for ages. Like the Holy Grail, it is envisioned differently by different persons in different times and tracts. People who pursue the truth single-mindedly must of necessity tread the lonely path beset with travails and tribulations bereft of expectations of help from anyone except their own conscience to guide them.

This version of the truth of the disturbing events in Gujarat during 2002 and the saga of fake encounters makes fascinating reading. According to the author, this book gives the reader an insight provided by the lens of a spy camera and spy microphone both of which were freely used in a long drawn sting operation. As to whether the material presented in this book represents facts, or mere perspective vision of the events, is for the reader to judge.

The narrative interspersed with quoted conversations makes interesting reading. It is for the State apparatus enforcing the Rule of Law and the Constitutional machinery as its sentinel to objectively assess the trustworthiness of the facts narrated here and take necessary action to restore the faith of the citizens of this country in the Rule of Law.

With the painful experience gathered from the Commission of Inquiry that went into the riots and the violent incidents in Mumbai during December 1992-January 1993, and the sense of apathy towards the victims of such riots that was clearly discernible, one feels that it is time that the State machinery and Constitutional functionaries displayed greater seriousness in investigating the causes of such riots and took appropriate steps against their recurrence.

While one may not be in a position to validate all that is narrated in this book, one cannot but admire the courage and passion displayed by the author in her attempts to unmask what she believes to be the truth. Kudos to her and her brave assay in investigative journalism, the need for which seems to increase with increasing dishonesty, chicanery and political machinations.

Mumbai,
11 April 2016

B.N.SRIKRISHNA
PREFACE
The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.
Milan Kundera

A haunting memory that remains an integral part of my life has to do with reporting for a news channel some time in 2007 about the rape of a three-year-old girl who was in a municipal hospital. Her parents who sold pirated books at a traffic signal seemed to be under the influence of drugs, and hence were unaware of the pain and misery of one of their five girls. Her face and body were badly bruised, the savagery on display all over the tiny, innocent frame. I reached home at two in the night after sending in the tape of the story to the Delhi studio. I remember inundating the investigating officer in the middle of the night with messages to check if the perpetrator had been caught. The next day I reached the hospital to see if the girl was recovering. She had developed multiple infections, flies swarmed on her wounds while needles perforated her tiny wrists. Her parents were still not in sight. When I reached my office I urged my boss to play it big so that the criminal was caught and brought to justice. He just smiled and continued gazing at his laptop. It was raining profusely and my boss asked me to focus instead on the Milan Subway and the rains and get some good shots of the floods.

I cannot do this, I screamed at my mother when I called her on my way to the Milan Subway which is a favourite with camerapersons in Mumbai during its famed monsoons. My heart was pounding, I had not been able to eat all day. The third day after the incident my family doctor had to give me a sedative. I called up my editor suggesting that I needed to take a week off. I had been working on an investigation of the Students Islamic Movement of India (SIMI) just prior to the story about the little girl, and had had major arguments with him over ethics and morality in journalism. He gave me a patient ear and then said something which stayed with me.

A good journalist should learn the art of detaching herself from a story and be pragmatic. Till this day I regret being unable to master this art. Particularly because very often, it is used as an excuse to kill a story at the behest of corporate and political powers.

CHAPTER 1

The summer of 2010 was to redefine journalism for me. I considered myself a hardworking, mediocre reporter with a set of ideals passed on by an old-school journalist father. But at this time, I found myself at a crossroads I wish and pray no journalist is ever brought to.

I had resumed work at Tehelka after a long medical leave some time in 2010. Doctors across the city could not diagnose my condition. I had returned from an assignment in the Naxal heartland of Gadchiroli recently. The story preceded what I consider one of the most shattering incidents in my life. The assasination of a very dear friend, Shahid Azmi. One of the finest minds in criminal law, Azmi had come to assume a significant role in my life. On the evening of his death, I was to meet him to discuss the case of tribals and intellectuals who had been labelled Naxals by the establishment and were languishing behind bars on false charges.

But fate had other plans. I stayed back at home at the insistence of my niece. It was her seventh birthday. There were dozens of missed calls on my phone, messages that asked me if I knew what the latest was on Shahid, which I saw only later. The rest was conveyed to me by incessant phone calls from friends and the breaking story on news channels. Shahid had been shot dead at his office by unknown assailants for taking up cases of anti-nationals. Shahids arguments had recently led to the acquittal of innocents in the 7/11 Mumbai train blasts. After his death, Mumbai courts acquitted the two co-accused in the 26/11 Mumbai attacks. The mastermind behind Shahids assassination remains a mystery to this day, at least in the public eye.

There are various ways to cope with ones loss. You either mourn and move on. Or you run away from it, and try to find solace in your work. I chose the latter. The third day after his death, I was on my way to Nagpur, for what would turn out to be one of the most important stories in my journalistic career. It concerned the arrest of students mostly from backward classes on charges of being Naxalites. The evidence against them was laughable. They possessed literature on Bhagat Singh and Chandrashekhar Azad. It felt like remittance to me, because my friend Shahid had died representing cases similar to this. In my mind, it was my tribute to his memory. But fate had other plans. I returned home soon after to an inexplicable ailment, which was later diagnosed as depression.

The diagnosis was made after my paranoid parents got me to undergo every kind of test. From bronchoscopy to MRIs. Another doctor suggested that my parents start me on medication for tuberculosis. But as luck would have it, I chanced upon one of Mumbais most acclaimed physicians in a South Bombay hospital. Dr Chitnis saw my reports and asked me some questions. Then he took a deep breath and asked, Whats bothering you? It was as if his words woke me from a stupor. Nothing doctor, I am just too drained and feel weak, cant figure out whats happening?

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