Ram Gopal Varma admits responsibility for Jiah Khan's death

Ram Gopal Varma admits responsibility for Jiah Khan's death...

‘I want to say sorry for being the first of many people who psyched you to dream big.’ This is Ram Gopal Varma’s tribute to the deceased girl. The storm hasn’t even subsided that he wants to take full responsibility for triggering her suicide.

Dude, isn’t it too late to be sorry now? ‘Wherever you are Jiah, please consider this writing as an apology for my part in causing you such distress.’ In his long letter to the dead, he writes in a popular news-daily. Will she be reading his sorry letter wherever she is?

And what does he mean by ‘wherever you are Jiah‘ – where could she be? She’s dead. Where do dead people go? Quite insensitive of him to address her so callously, we think. Please be specific.

Let’s just first separate chalk from cheese.

Ram Gopal Varma, the filmmaker, gave Jiah her first break in Nishabd (2007). He cast her as nymphet Lolita to an ageing photographer (Amitabh Bachchan) in the film. She was what, eighteen then? The film borders on aesthetic to lurid territory. Get a DVD and see how he has shot the film. Actually, don’t bother. Does he make films anymore? We wonder if she had anything to do in the film, expect maybe, flit doe-like on a lawn with water sprinklers tickling her.

Sure it was a dream debut, starring opposite the greying superstar, but Ram Gopal Varma didn’t exactly concentrate on her acting skills! He was too busy filming ‘the beautiful bird waiting to take off into the dreamy world of Bollywood‘ he describes her on the sets of the film. Beautiful bird. Ahan.

What did he do in six years for her when she was jobless? How did she even get her first film?

He explains that when she came to his office for work, he was awestruck by her beauty and immediately decided to make a film revolving around her beauty. Acting? No mention. The film’s camera surely revolved around her a lot.

Now if you could design a film for her, why could you not employ her services again if she really came back to you repeatedly for work? Didn’t you do the same for Nisha Kothari, Antara Mali, Rukhsar. Oh, where are these girls now? Are they all contemplating suicide?

Then how are you responsible for the slump in their career? Jiah did not think so. Or else she would have whacked you no, Ramu saar?

Finally, he ends the misleading letter saying he cries for the trauma he has caused her. Blah, blah, blah. Churning unwarranted publicity for himself. Cheapo!!!

We suspect his heartfelt thoughts and feelings are any genuine. Why write a letter in a daily newspaper in such a time of grief? Why not to Jiah’s mother, privately? She could do with some friendly concern. Keep her daughter out of this.

When Vladimir Nabokov wrote Lolita, who thought he would inspire such creeps? Here’s the prescient opening lines…

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

Disclaimer: You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Chilling. Does it tell you something about Ramu’s melodramatic letter…

Source : Bollywood Q