Death of a Woman.

A woman died. Under tragic and mysterious circumstances.

Yes the woman was beautiful, a drop-dead gorgeous number. And she was married to a high ranking Union Minister, no less glamorous himself and an internationally acclaimed author. And the news hit the entire nation like a bomb-shell. The private and very personal grief of the bereaved husband went viral giving rise to a myriad speculations and conjectures. Add to all of that the hovering presence of another glamour babe, a  female journalist from a neighbouring not too friendly country, and what we have is all the ingredients of a pot boiler of a mystery that would make a nail-biting PD James novel.

What I ask myself and also the media is that is nothing sacred? The drumming up of this frenzy of speculation surrounding the sudden and unexpected death of a woman is entirely media-made. There's no doubt. And what of the shattered husband? Does anybody even care ? Instead of being left alone  to deal with this terrible loss with his personal friends and family, the hapless husband is now in the eye of the media blizzard: was he involved in this death? was it a suicide that had been "aided and abetted" by the spat that the couple were having over the third woman? All kinds of rumours are flying about. Couldn't the media tone it down while reporting of this awful tragedy? But that was not to be. Each publication had to fan the flames of the imagination of its readers to a fever pitch of the most lurid possibilities.

This is yellow journalism at its worst.