Jyoti Shelar is an award-winning journalist who has been covering crime, healthcare and communities for over a decade. Currently an assistant editor with The Hindu, she has previously worked with Mumbai Mirror, Hindustan Times and DNA. She has closely mapped developments in the public healthcare sector. Shelar is a fellow of the International Center for Journalists (ICFJ) and has also been a Thomson Reuters Foundation fellow. When not on the field, she enjoys kicking back with a paperback or binge watching American sitcoms.
Foreword
W hile the Mumbai dons have blown their chances at redemption, their counterparts in Bengaluru have attained salvation. A little sleight of hand, some portfolio diversification, some personal transformation and, lo and behold, they emerged whitewashed, not necessarily of their sins, but of their dark shadows.
Unlike the Mumbai boys, the gangsters of Bengaluru think smartly. Although M.P. Jayaraj was eventually slain by another gangster, Muthappa Rai, he did start a tabloid called Garibi Hatavo and directly trained his guns at the government. The state simply picked him up and threw him in the slammer. While it is not known whether Muthappa Rai, Bengalurus most feared don with a record of four known murders and a dozen other cases, has exorcised his past, but he has definitely moved ahead in the right direction to make his present legitimate. Ironically, Muthappa Rai has set up NGOs to salve his conscience even while plunging deep into the construction business. Impressed with his transformation, Bollywood is immortalizing him on celluloid.
Agni Sreedhar, another history-sheeter, has turned an author and a media baron. He is also dabbling in films and has even launched an apolitical outfit called Karunada Sene.
In comparison, the dons of Mumbai invariably came a cropper when they directly tried to associate themselves with Bollywood. Remember the washout of Chori Chori Chupke Chupke? While Chhota Rajans Vaastav did well at the box office, it too got tainted by the producer. Daddy, a biopic on gangster-turned-politician Arun Gawli, also floundered at the box office.
In sharp contrast, the bad boys of Bengaluru proved that they were no bozos. The near fatal attack on Chhota Rajan in Bangkok could not have been executed successfully had it not been plotted by the bhais of Bengaluru. Dawood Ibrahims financial empire, including his match fixing and betting rackets and real estate deals, was controlled by a Kannadiga: Sharad Shetty. Dawood Ibrahims friend-turned-foe, Chhota Rajan wanted to cut his financial jugular and did the unthinkablehe got Sharad Shetty killed in Dubai, in a land where such crimes are deterred only by executions.
After Sharad Shetty, tired of their antics, Dubai deported the dons. Muthappa Rai was brought back to Bengaluru. But in the past fourteen years since his return, he has charted a new course.
Over the years, while writing on the Mumbai underworld, I stayed informed about the workings of the mafias in the other cities of India. However, I never got around to writing about them as I had no time for research. But I wanted these stories to be told and when I met Jyoti Shelar at Mumbai Mirror, where I was helming a bunch of reporters in 2016, I was impressed by her perseverance. I tasked her with chronicling the Bengaluru mafia. She made umpteen trips to the city and met all kinds of dubious characters but never gave up. She got an audience with Muthappa Rai, who even shared details of his personal life with her.
Throughout her legwork and research, I remained anxious about her and suffered pangs of extreme worry whenever she failed to give me the all-is-well update at night after she reached home. She got an earful whenever she missed the mandatory I-am-safe-and-have-returned calls.
I feel immense delight and pride in presenting this book to crime aficionados. And I am overjoyed at introducing my future rival and competitor in chronicling the mafia.
Jyoti Shelar, take a bow. Attagirl!
20 September 2017
S. Hussain Zaidi
Prologue
17 December 2016
Mekhri Circle, Bengaluru Palace Grounds
A patrol van stood next to the lavishly decorated gate of Tripura Vasini on Bengalurus Palace Grounds. The much sought-after venue had hosted many a wedding, anniversary and birthday of Bengalurus elite and influential. The decked-up gate, however, wasnt a patch on the grand affair that was taking place inside. A 500-metre red mud path led through the main gate to a parking lot where luxury wheels such as Bentleys, Mercedes and Audis were jostling for space. A dozen armed guards were manning the second entrancea fairy tale pathway lit up with tiny bulbs leading to three metal detector gates. A prominent sign dangling above the gates read: Photography prohibited, videography prohibited, arms & ammunition not allowed.
Beyond the checkpoints, the dapper host of the grand event was seen welcoming guests. Dressed in a dark-blue velvet blazer, reformed gangster Muthappa Rai had a calm demeanour and could pass for a seasoned actor. The event was the last in a week-long series of wedding festivities for Rais younger son Ricky, who had got married to his girlfriend Ketaki Kumar. A surprised Rai greeted me with a broad smile. From Mumbai, you have come here also? he said, shaking hands with me.
The wedding reception was going to be held at Ela Estates in Yelahanka, a massive farm spread over 250 acres. It belonged to a close friend of Rais. Unfortunately, untimely rainfall caused by Cyclone Vardah in the neighbouring state of Tamil Nadu had made the farm unsuitable for the high-heeled guests. So, at the eleventh hour, Rai deployed all his resources to make alternative arrangements at Tripura Vasini. An elegant change of venue invitation card was designed, retaining the original theme of white-and-gold and was dispatched to all the guests, with the following words printed on them:
Due to Vardahs Cyclonic effect, we have decided to change the venue of the wedding reception of Chi. Ricky Rai & Sou. Ketaki Kumar scheduled on Saturday, 17th December 2016 from ELA Estates, Muddanahalli, Yelahanka, Bengaluru560064 to Tripura Vasini, Gate no 2, Bengaluru Palace Grounds, Mekhri Circle, Bengaluru80. We deeply regret any inconvenience caused. Kindly note the change and oblige.
An insider estimate revealed that Rai spent over Rs 10 crore on the glitter and the glory surrounding his sons wedding. The highlight of the final event was a huge clear balloon that stood next to the entrance. Ensconced within the giant bubble was a flautist in a red gown playing an upbeat note. This curious exhibition of human talent and design drew many guests, who stopped by to admire the act, which was no less than a rare artefact on display at a museum. Some clicked pictures, bewildered and amused, while others waved at the flautist, receiving little more than a smile from her. At a corner, not very far from this quirky attraction, a three-member band of elegantly dressed women were performing a live act on a small stage decorated with white roses. Liquor flowed generously, with two bars serving the guests the best single malts, whisky, scotch and wines from around the world. For teetotallers, the drinks menu comprised mandarin mojito, nojito, ginger crush, exotica, thunder and lychee cooler. The food counter, spread across two sides to avoid overcrowding, was exhaustive. From Italian staples such as pizzas and pastas to Mangalorean classics such as chicken ghee roast and neer dosas, it was evident that Rai had left no stone unturned to ensure that his guests were well-fed.