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Copyright Rakesh Maria, 2020
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Acknowledgements
L iving an experience is easier than recreating it on paper years later for others to feel it. If I have succeeded in doing so even in a small measure, the credit goes to two people my sister, Poonam Maria and a dear family friend, Kirti Samant Gupte.
The former being my sister, thanking her is just not done, for in true Indian tradition it would amount to an insult. However, I must note that I am indebted to Poonam for not missing a single of the innumerable sessions that went into the task, where she played the part of the much-needed sounding board. Combining her skills as an advocate and a ruthlessly doting sister, she put her heart and soul in seeing this book through. It was also Poonam who suggested that Kirti be taken on board for this project.
The latter, as Poonams colleague and bestie, has had a ringside view of our family for the past three decades. Kirti brought with her an approach which was totally uncontrived and dispassionate. Brought up in a pure Marathi ethos and yet steeped in the generous Maharashtrian cosmopolitan culture of Mumbai, her versatility in Marathi, Hindi and even Gujarati made her keep me rooted in Mumbais culture and reality which is the matrix of our police force. Moreover, as my contemporary, she has had first-hand experience of the period the book covers. And having worked as a junior to her father (the late Shamrao Samant, an eminent defence lawyer and a famous prosecutor the State relied on for conducting sensational cases of his times), she could easily relate to a police officers life and predicament. It was the patient and insightful probing and interviewing by Poonam and Kirti that brought out the nuances that otherwise would have been lost. All those bits and pieces about my parents and my school for instance, would not have seen the light of day, had it not been for their insistence that without them my memoir would be incomplete. Long forgotten days appeared on the hazy canvas with surprising accuracy and when we came to the stressful and unpleasant bits, Kirtis humorous quips and banter with Poonam helped me see the lighter side and put things in perspective.
I cannot thank Kirti and Poonam enough for joining me on this cathartic journey and making it enjoyable too as we went along.
Nutan Bhurke and Nicholas DSouza were my other unfailing support systems. They patiently bore with my lack of computer skills and old-fashioned ways of correcting drafts. I am grateful to both of them for the innumerable corrections they carried out and the printouts they took.
I must also thank Janardhan Naik, my batman who has worked with me for nearly two and a half decades. It is he who has meticulously maintained and filed my personal diaries, press cuttings, crime reports and records, case files, court case papers and judgements. The monumental task of filing, cataloguing and indexing these voluminous records for future reference would have simply not been possible but for his yeoman efforts.
Deeksha, my daughter-in-law, read the manuscript and I found her feedback most useful, coming as it did from a forthright youngster with no police background. As a late entrant into the Maria family, she had no preconceived notions and was unreservedly frank with her opinion.
And of course, words fail me when I come to my staunchest supports my wife Preeti, and my sons, Kunal and Krish. Preetis support and her endless love and admiration are the ingredients which have contributed and shaped my career immensely. She recognised my imperfections and stoically bore my mood swings and conniption fits. Life was always full of challenges. At every step one was expected to face failure as well as success; heartache as well as joy. On those dark and dreary days (of which there were many), the thought that there is somebody who is waiting for you at home with warm cuddles and the sweetest smile in the world acted as a therapeutic cure to all the maladies that life threw at you. It was Preetis positive attitude, sense of humour and the ability to see the silver lining behind every dark cloud that helped me tide through crises. She kindled in me the feeling to look at life in a happier and positive way. A good wife is a mans most precious treasure. Preeti has been this and much more. She is the soul of the house, of the family, of the home. Preeti has been the backbone of the family providing us with nurturing care, love and oodles of happiness. To me she is like a lighthouse shining a light across the dark sea, guiding me to become better; she is also the rock which keeps me steady and strong when the times are rough.
My sons, Kunal and Krish have been my pride and joy. There is a phrase about your kids childhood Dont blink. It goes by so fast! In my case, the career took almost all my time and there was hardly any left to devote to or think about Preeti and the boys. Consequently, I missed the joy and euphoria of Kunal and Krishs transition from toddlers to adolescence to adulthood. In time which was less than the blinking of an eyelid, the fledglings were ready to fly. This is the price one pays in a uniformed service especially a time-consuming one like the police. Kunal and Krish have made me stronger by sharing their unconditional love, affection and admiration. They raise my spirits by sharing their cheerfulness and uninhibited laughter. They inspired me to make good choices, because I always think of what would make them happy and proud of me. The aim and goal to keep their world safe and be there to see them blossom and grow in their own unique ways was (and still is) the best feeling in the world. It is this feeling which has made me complete. Kunal and Krish still show me a reason to smile every day of my life. Their positivity and words of cheer are infectious. I feel blessed to have them in my life.
I must record my appreciation for the sincere and painstaking efforts by my editor Sudha Sadhanand and her team at Westland Publications. They were most patient with my style which they must have found a little old-fashioned and stiff. Yet they let me have my way or else I would not have been able to call this book my own. It was Sudha who steered the communication, exchanging drafts after drafts and seeking clarifications, and I cannot thank her enough for bridging the gap between me and her team.
A career in public service cannot be built individually. My seniors, constables and officers of the police force and hundreds of citizens from different walks of life have been instrumental in shaping whatever little success I have achieved. I salute their silent contribution which helped me reach a stage where I could even consider writing a memoir.