For some reason, I end up covering the macabre “random death in India” beat for Sepia Mutiny. Here’s the latest one –
Up to 150 pilgrims drown in India
Hundreds of wailing pilgrims have lined the banks of a holy river in central India and prayed for loved ones after more than 150 [previous pilgrims] either drowned or were missing when the gates of a nearby dam were opened.
…The [first group of] pilgrims had gathered on the banks of Narmada a day ahead of the new moon, a period which is considered auspicious by Hindus as they feel bathing in the holy river at this time would wash away their sins.
…officials at the Narmada Hydroelectric Development Corporation (NHDC), which operates the dam, said they were not aware of the Hindu fair downstream.
And wash away their sins it did.
For Ambaram Kakaria, it was too late. She sobbed as she performed the last rites over her 19-year-old nephew Babulal, who was due to be married soon.
“I would have never allowed my nephew to come to this place had I known that I would be losing him forever,” she said. “I was planning to get him married in a couple of weeks.”
…”We found the body of a woman with a one-year-old dead child in her arms,” police constable Ram Singh told Reuters.
Actually, I’m nowhere near as callous as this post makes me sound. It’s just a weird frustration where everytime I come across a headline like this, a little voice inside my head says “oh please, don’t say ‘in India’ ” and sure enough, it ends up being ‘in India.’
I suppose when you’ve got a billion people, an underdeveloped economy, a myth / superstition-fueled culture, and a (relatively) well-developed media, this sort of stuff percolates up moreso than, for ex., in China. But man, talk about wanting to bang your head into a wall. Continue reading →