Delhi Crime takes up the unenviable task of depicting the police at a point of time in which they must rekindle their abusive relationship with the procedure. Some might say that the term “police procedural” in the context of an Indian setting is an oxymoron. You don’t imagine a nervous squad forming a human chain to wade through knee-deep water because none of them can swim. You don’t imagine a traumatized DSP addressing her husband as “babes” in their daily phone calls. You don’t imagine a vegetarian officer calling up his boss to crib about meat and heat in a Naxal-infested region. You don’t imagine the members of a non-elite team struggling to space out their sleep patterns and meals. You don’t imagine a zonal police station with a limited electricity budget doubling up as the command center for what is arguably the most important manhunt in modern history.
But what you don’t imagine is just people, humans, trying to control the situation. You imagine people – ruthless robots – in total control of the situation.
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You imagine a sophisticated command center, state-of-the-art technology, secret conference-room meetings and perfectly trained crack teams hunting down nervous culprits with commando-like precision. They sound important, official, “organized” even. The moment we read about a crime in the newspapers, the terms “investigation” and “manhunt” always pop out.