In an unsettling revelation, a distressing video emerged online, depicting a grim scene: a lifeless body dangling in the currents of the Ganga River within Uttar Pradesh’s Bulandshahr.
The incident unfolded in the Jahangirabad precinct of Bulandshahr, where a family, steeped in superstition, resorted to a macabre ritual. They suspended the deceased’s body in the river, harboring hopes of countering the venom of a snakebite and reviving him from the clutches of death.
Local lore, whispered among the gathered crowd, advocated this eerie practice to the grieving family. Yet, as dawn broke, hope waned, and the family confronted the harsh reality of their loss, proceeding reluctantly with the final rites.
The departed, identified as Mohit Singh from the tranquil hamlet of Jayarampur Kudaina, hailed from a family entrenched in traditions. His father, Vijay Singh, a diligent employee of the Income Tax Department in Delhi, now confronted the unbearable agony of bidding farewell to his youngest progeny, a diligent BCom student with aspirations that remained unfulfilled.
Tragedy struck on a seemingly routine day, post Mohit’s civic duty of casting his vote. A leisurely stroll through the neighborhood morphed into a nightmare when a serpent’s fangs injected venom into his veins, leaving him incapacitated for hours.
Local intervention ensued, with makeshift remedies attempted to contain the venom’s lethal spread. Yet, the clutches of superstition tightened their grip as Mohit was whisked away to a village exorcist, his fate teetering on the precipice of belief and desperation.
As rituals unfolded, hope dwindled, and Mohit’s condition plummeted. His silent pleas, conveyed through laborious typing on a mobile device, fell on deaf ears as his vitality ebbed away.
Transported once more, this time to the district hospital, Mohit’s fate was sealed in the somber declaration of medical professionals: ‘brought dead’. However, fueled by fervent disbelief, his kin embarked on a desperate journey, seeking solace in the embrace of ancient rites and mystical interventions.
Dawn broke upon a surreal tableau at the riverbank, where superstition collided with the immutable laws of nature. Bound by faith and desperation, Mohit’s body, now a vessel of sorrow, was tethered to stones, a futile attempt to cleanse his mortal shell of venom’s scourge.
Days passed, marked by a haunting stillness, punctuated only by the somber transformation of flesh to pallor. Reality, a bitter pill, was swallowed reluctantly by a grieving family, as they consigned Mohit to the eternal embrace of the Ganges.
In the aftermath, echoes of grief reverberated through the village, painting a poignant portrait of aspirations unfulfilled and dreams shattered. Mohit’s uncle, his voice tinged with sorrow, reminisced of a spirited soul, yearning for recognition that now eluded him.
Amidst the solemnity, Inspector Ramakant Pachauri, custodian of law and order, stood as a silent sentinel, awaiting the whispers of justice, should they find voice amidst the pall of tragedy.