Saturday, December 03, 2011

The CSI Effect: The Ree(a)lity Bites


Suspect: You won't be able to prove a thing
Horatio Caine: That is a really dumb thing to say to a CSI.

Every time I watch the re-runs of the prime-time series like Crime Scene Investigation-CSI and its spin-offs like CSI- Miami and New York, Criminal Minds, Bones or Dexter, the much used ADIDAS catch-phrase flits across my mind.

These new-age fictional forensic investigators and experts are the modern day Gladiators who make Mr. Holmes look like an average sleuth with a fortuitous Kismet.

Unlike their age-old swashbuckling doppelgangers these “geeks” with their au courant technical know-how wielding expertise in areas like DNA testing, Finger-print analysis, Blood-stain splatter analysis, Forensic Anthropology, Fiber analysis et all, can practically crack any case wide open however Herculean the task may seem to be. The ease with which they make in-roads into their investigations and by-pass sticky corners and the precision with which the plots are depicted is perhaps their greatest selling point, which successfully captivates the imagination of an average TV viewer to sit through the 60 odd minute dramas with utter fascination and rapt attention.

The turn of the century saw an enormous increase of television series in the genre of “Legal Drama” “Detective Stories” “Cop Stories” and ilk, to the exclusion of other dramas. This has over the years proved that television viewing is predominated by these cult “geeks” who almost always put the “bad-guy” behind bars. It is perhaps an ingenious trick on the part of the television producers to show real life issues like law &order, crime &justice minus the tedium of time & place and the dreary legal nitty-gritty thus making these issues appeal to the popular TV culture across the globe.

”Crime Scene Investigation” made its debut in 2000. The series revolved around a motley group of forensic scientists who gathered forensic evidence from the scene of crime and used “hi-tech magic” to solve it. Unlike the much abused television protagonists with super-human abilities and off-the-charts IQ fighting against ‘evil’ of the world, from a decade earlier, appreciation for the CSI franchise and kind caught on like wild-fire amongst the audience over the globe. The reason perhaps was the extensively researched stories, hi-tech mumbo jumbo, detailing, the stress on science and its use to solve crime brought forth a new dimension to fighting crime.

It has been noted that over the years of telecasting these highly-acclaimed series, the exaggerated crime plots, ingenuous crime solving methods, sophisticated technology, highly specialized techniques and the inexactitude of legal procedure which form the basic tenet of these dramas has by and large deluded the perception of the public about real life crime & justice. The serious repercussion of these ‘glorified’ television drama on the reliability of a criminal trial was noticed especially amongst the jury members in the American Legal system.

Popularly dubbed as the “CSI Effect” after the CBS’s hit tv-series Crime Scene Investigation-CSI, it was alleged that the viewing of television dramas of this genre was affecting the jury’s observation and thought process heavily. It was asserted that the prodigious manner in which evidence was procured and the Shangri-laesque capabilities of the forensic experts had in fact led to skewed notions in the jurors’ mind about the present day abilities of the criminal justice system and policing techniques in America. Thereby their heightened expectations constantly diminished the value of circumstantial evidence. Moreover the demand for more and more forensic evidence in a criminal trial has led to undue pressure on the forensic labs and the available technical knowledge.


To understand the pressing consequences caused by the distorted and biased perception of the jury one has to understand the pre-eminence of the jury in the American Legal System. The jury system in America is the basic tenet of its legal framework. As quoted by an eminent jurist it is “No mere procedural formality, but a fundamental reservation of power of the constitutional structure”. Even though it is argued that the media influence tends distort the views of the jurors and make them biased on certain issues, to the extent that it influences their deliberations during a criminal prosecution, it is still held to be the fundamental aspect of the American legal system in order to deliver justice

The term “CSI effect” was first used in an article in the TIMES magazine in 2002. It essentially was coined to refer to the misguided perception of the public resulting from inaccurate and unreliable portrayal of forensic science and its uses in these television dramas. It was asserted that the ‘Effect’ mainly gave rise to two situations amongst the jury members. On one hand was that the jurors had started expecting more forensic evidence than what was necessary for the case at hand, thereby acquitting people for the lack of enough evidence in a number of cases. On the other, they started relying heavily on forensic evidence as a primary proof and negating the probative value of circumstantial evidence or even eyewitness reports to a large extent. This in turn led to an increase in conviction whenever there was forensic evidence present.

In a recent study conducted by a group of American Psychologists it was shown that the basic premise of such TV-series that “Science pervades all aspects of life and is the ultimate truth” was perhaps the fundamental reason for influencing the minds of millions of its viewers. Though arguably bias created by media influence was always an issue during the voir-dire, but the veracity of science and scientific techniques has always been an unquestioned fact for the common man. The stress laid on DNA testing and Finger-print analysis and other such devices to gather evidence in these programs has effortlessly created a deceptive impression on its audience about real life police techniques and legal methodology. The viewer easily forgets the distinct but thin divide between the real and reel crime solving, that though the use of scientific devices used is certainly advantageous but the reliability and accuracy of these techniques are still a major question in the scientific fraternity.

The CSI effect is not a novel phenomenon in the American Legal System. The “Perry Mason Syndrome” borne out of a cult TV-series “Perry Mason” in 1960s had also managed to create a tumult amongst the jury and defendants. Adapted from the best-seller author Earle Stanley Gardner’s detective novels, Perry Mason was a shrewd defense attorney who always managed to get a confession out of the criminal in full court. The simplicity of the proceedings depicted in these trials led to misconceived notions amongst the jury about the legal procedure of the court and defendants had started to underestimate their predicament in a number of ways.

What is glaringly evident from this situation is that the public generally lacks faith in the law and its procedures and that they are willing to trust ‘science’ unequivocally for justice to be delivered. One has to also understand that the amount of research the plots of these big productions undergo, one cannot help but palate the ensuing product as anything but authentic. And even though these programs might have a firm basis in reality, yet the assumption that all that they depict is cent percent accurate and reliable is perhaps the biggest folly committed by its audience.

So when the mysterious and unimpeachable Horatio Caine (protagonist of CSI: Miami) says it is down right foolhardy to believe that the CSI will not be able to crack a case at hand…vociferous fans of the show like me, do tend to give him the benefit, a tad bit more than is required! Alas! Real doesn’t always emulate the Reel.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Bong-connection


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Of my memories of Durga Puja at Calcutta, the first thing that comes to my mind is waking up, at an ungodly hour of four in the morning on Mahalaya, to the mesmeric voice of Birendra Kumar Bhadra’s' Mahishasura Mardini', playing in the background on the radio The goose-flesh that it never failed to bring, the eerie sense of calmness that overcame and the dawning realization that it was just seven days to the grandest festival of them all!

Durga Puja; a festival celebrating the Grande Dame’s home-coming from her heavenly abode. It lasts over the span of five glorious days and every Bengali the world over awaits it with bated breath. Though necessarily a religious affair, Durga Puja is actually a carnival of merrymaking amongst Calcuttans.

It is not easy to comprehend the fervor this festival brings to the average Calcuttan. It is Holi, Diwali, Valentine’s Day - all rolled into one. Even the Cricket and Football World Cups do not hold as much consequence for the Calcuttan as much as this five-day annual fiesta does.

For someone who’s never been a part of these festivities it is difficult to create an exact picture of the grandeur and for the person who has saw it even once…it is an experience of a lifetime.

It is not hard to identify the City with its oft quoted sobriquet during the extent of these days… Lapierre’s ‘City of Joy’ is in fact jubilant without bounds. Enjoyment is the uniform civil code.

From whichever corner you look at it, the city glows like the very clichéd bride. The incandescent bulbs adorning the buildings, the cascades of twinkling lights, the psychedelic roadside illumination, the myriad colored marquees locally called ‘pandals’, the painted faces of the striking idols, the resounding dhaks, the blaring microphones, the pulsating crowds, the bustling lanes, the pomp, the splendor, of the biggest spectacle of the year, is a vision to behold.

The first day of Puja (the sixth day of the Navratra) a multitude of crowd descends on the streets, hopping from one pandal to the other, marveling at its ingenious designs and sheer creativity of the artisans. While the larger part of the nation is fasting, the boulevards in Calcutta are filled with an invigorating smell, which wafts out of the make-shift food stalls.

With their DSLRs or their flash-enabled camera phones, in their new apparel of the season’s a la mode, comes out the cavalcade of men and women, to haunt the roads till the wee hours of the morning. There is the kurta- denim clad young fellow, the quintessential bhadrolok in his white dhoti and panjabi, the lady clad in her silk finest, the young belle in the latest Gudda or in a splendid knock-off from New Market and the children in their charming outfits. The city resembles a runway straight off a fashion week, where the young and old, the cosmopolitan and the rustic, the prosaic and the vibrant dish themselves out in a kaleidoscope of hues.

Come Durga Puja it is said, you can take a person out of Calcutta but not Calcutta out of a person. It is that time of the year when the exiled Calcuttan yearns to go home. When listening to Bengali music or even a lavish Bengali spread, at a Michelin Star restaurant is insufficient to drive away the heaviness in the heart.

With pujo round the corner I can’t help but stir up the sights and sounds of my city that have always bewitched me. The hubble-bubble of the crowd, the upbeat atmosphere, the cackle of nerves, the gaggle of friends, the racket of the paper horns, the gurgle of mirth, the rhythmic strain of the dhaks, the heady smell of dhuno, the coquettish looks, the appreciative glances, the never-ending queues in front of eateries, the night long sojourn down the winding lanes of North Calcutta, the aching feet and the adda at Maddox!

Otherwise quite the skeptic, the ‘Spirit of Puja’ brings out the fanatic in me. However many may I have been present for, ‘Asche bochor Abaar Hobe’ (Next year it shall happen again) always has a resounding ring to me.

So after a long wait in exile, I am homeward bound in a day’s time and only one thought flits across my mind, “Maa, I’m coming home!”

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Last Cigarette

The clanging metal

The searing psyche

Of orange ‘n red embers, burning inside

Held twixt my fingers, with every breath of life.

A silken touch on chapped lips

A heaving breathe of smoky whorls

The craving soul, the cackling nerves

A rush of the head and the thirst within.

The velvety dark sky, a mayhem inside.

The delight of the soul, a moment’s respite.

A moment of being,

A sense so sublime.

When everything ceases to be.

And life runs against time.

The day behind me, darkness to come

I gaze at my last cigarette and marvel how time flies!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

We Solemnly Swear We Are Up To No Good!

It was a pack of cards and a 1.5 L. coke bottle which made me talk to her. I recall sitting on the ledge at OSM ‘bored out of my wits’; smirking at the kids around, when I happened to see the contents in her hands. No it wasn’t lowv at first sight...I was more interested to know if she could drink that whole thing by herself and if she would share!?

“Ma Kasam!” as they say…I had no clue whatsoever as to what I was in for and I have been living with the consequences ever since!

We are not Friends and neither are we Foes! Ours is what you call a “Belligerent Attachment”
We are a pair of recalcitrant, abusive, antagonistic, irrational, strong-willed individuals. We don’t share anything. Not our likes, dislikes, favorite food on the menu, cricketing teams, sport-persons, political views, movies, music… Not even the brand of cigarette! She is ‘Amoral’. I am ‘Immoral’. She is ‘Indifferent’. I am ‘Careless’. She is ‘Combative’. I am ‘Opinionated’.

We quibble more oft than we talk. I pine for her when she’s not around & curse her Down-under when she is! The longest we have ever gone without bickering is probably 15mins. We seldom let go of an opportunity to argue (Thank God! Its mostly verbal) I have used and abused every swear word in my vocabulary on her & have learnt quite a few in reciprocation. I have developed a habit of grinding my teeth together (regularly), out of exasperation. She has refined the knack of dozing off to avoid facing me. The non de plumes with which we anoint each other has probably obliterated our christened names from our lives. We do not greet each other politely or amiably like ‘normal’ friends do. We shout/cuss/abuse/snarl and give each other ‘Bear Hugs’. I call her the “Brain” behind my ‘Brawn”. She dubs me as her ‘Domestic’

The only time we join forces is when we gang up on clueless rickshaw-wallahs or oblivious fellows around us, when we need to poke fun at someone else or plain gossip& bitch. When one sees our heads together sitting calmly, we are surely contriving our next ploy/victim.

What do we live for, if it is not to make life more difficult for each other?
It speaks volumes of my fortitude that I am still around her. But on reconsideration I would not rather be elsewhere. It might not be a peaceful co-existence, but we share a perverse pleasure/privilege in plaguing each other. Not many understand us...we seldom do ourselves. And given a choice we’d be TOGETHER wreckin' HELL!!


Happy Birthday GUMMY( aka NUPUR SINGH)!