... where angels fear to tread. Even if that is the case, let me satisfy my urge.
Is Shivam desperate after hits, I do not posses the gift of clairvoyance, so let me rescue myself from the question*. What I know however that he has an agenda, nothing wrong with it. Problem is the agenda is rotten to the core. Good news however is that it is so rotten it has an unbearable stench so it is easy to detect and avoid, unless you happen to be a dung eater.
Motivations aside**, was it correct to publish the photos (which angered a lot of people). "But it was his right”! Sure, as is my right to claim that moon is made up of blue cheese***, but when we say correct in the context we mean was it decent thing to do, and so since no one from government is giving mid night knocks, please let us leave the rights out of discussion.
I think strictly from professional point of view, there was nothing wrong about it. Visuals, distasteful or otherwise are integral point of journalism, and to me it is dubious whether it is possible to effectively report such incidents without the medium. Also the argument that visual should not be shown "out of respect" for dead is fallacious, the import of reportage should be taken in context. Indeed when it has happened that media desisted from broadcasting visuals, it was less to do with dead, than out of respect for living.
But the point that I made above is moot, for the reason even if there was something which crossed our ordinary norm of propriety, it would still be justifiable.
It is incorrect to say that a picture is worth thousand words. Words, even language as we understand it, are deception at psychological level. This deception is not intentional, it is a subtle, human instinct. These symbols are sedatives of human mind, distractions from the suffering.
Arnab is a prolific writer, so is Rohit, but they can not even begin to describe the true emotions. "Now, now" I hear, "This is unfair, if you read carefully what the gentlemen wrote, you can not help but feel anger, outrage at what happened".
"But this is where you are wrong"! I interrupt, and this is where both of them have failed, indeed they were bound to fail. The reason the limitation of language needed nothing less than Stephen King.
This is the reason you were wrong if you felt anger. Outrage, disgust anything on secondary level of psyche is wrong. The only emotion which would be appropriate, feeling which would even begin to describe the truth is fear. Fear for self, your family, your friends, anyone you love. This could be their fate too. Brutally raped, killed like wild animal by animals, animals who robbed them of their dignity in their life and their humanity in their death.
Hopes, expectations, love, years of tender care, all extinguished on a single afternoon, which otherwise for what happened was no more distinguished than any other afternoon.
Yes, fear in its most naked form, stripped of any pretensions of social falsehood. The fear of primitive man, existing in innermost recesses of mind, under the locks of religion, theology, art, even reason, finally appearing before the eyes of a civilized man. Behold the spectacle of abyss, the chasm, nothingness of existence, which when man first became familiar with, traumatized him for eternity, and to forget whose presence he created the fiction of Gods and logic.
This is also a meeting, accidental but by no means pleasant, of man's oldest friend, the beast within.
This is the deadlights of civilization. You see, Pennywise lives.
And closer than you thought.
Afterthought: What about instruction against abyss, it was against staring not looking.
* To paraphrase Scott Adams, the most attractive aspect of political blogging is to watch two grown ups engaged in a juvenile fight over half-baked and asinine opinions. Ignoramus in earnest battle with insufferable.
** There was a bunch who argued against employing ad hominem attacks. It is fortunate; that consistency is not one of the virtues of humanity, for life would be oppressed with the weight of mere logic.It is inconsistency which elevate existence from daily grind of tedium, that and malice.
*** There is a bumper sticker here, how about "First amendment: It is our God given right to be moron and we intend to use it”