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Hated in the Nation.

Since the news of Sushant Singh Rajput surfaced, the media houses have begun a trial. As with all media, trials are concerned; there are more conspiracies than concrete evidence. Although untold, Rhea Chakraborty is currently guilty until proven guilty. Is the media legally correct about such conduct? Since India does not have a jury system, the sub-judice provision doesn't apply. So everyone is free to voice an opinion. But is it moral?

India boasts of an inquisitorial jurisdiction, where a bench of justice seeks out the truth of the events. Which makes it only more pragmatic to wait for the inquiry outcome. 

Sushant's growth in the industry was symbolic of an ordinary man's dream in Bollywood. Thus his death in itself is a setback to the millions he inspired. Naturally, a nepotism flavour would be added to this curry, in a country whose political decisions are based on shehzaada Vs chaiwala.

Coming to politics, given the sour breakup of the Shiv Sena and BJP, it is an excellent opportunity to rope the ruling party. And who needs to be made aware of a nexus of politicians and Bollywood godfathers which have painted the dream city dark.

What's more interesting is that Bihar is due for elections soon. And the govt sees Sushant ( Bihar's lad ) as a prime issue to sway some public opinion. But in all this, we have a single person trapped. Perhaps Rhea is involved with many other biggies of the B-town mafia in abetting Sushant to this fate. Perhaps she was indeed plotting to ruin Sushant. Because if not, then we are putting her through inhuman misery. And we are being happy at her loss. Isn't this a case for Schadenfreude.

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