If what police claim to have been the diary of diseased Sheena Bora, written when she was just a teenager in Guwahati, it is full of hatred, disgust and depression from a girl who hated her mother since childhood.
Police say that Sheena had allegedly maintained the diary, which they plan to use against Indrani Mukerjea, mother of Sheen Bora, who was accused of killing her daughter in April 2012.
Some of the pages seen and quoted by media said:”Depression has encircled me from all sides. Disgusting life it is. I hate my mother, that bloody b***h. She is not a mother. She is a witch…”
Written a decade ago, the diary of Sheena Bora must have been written when she was just 14 years or a decade ago. She was living with her grandparents while her mother moved from Kolkata to Mumbai and later married former Star India CEO Peter Mukerjea in 2002.
Though Sheena too moved Mumbai, she was introduced by her mother as her sibling. The entire saga of Indrani is that of a middle class dream to join upper echolons of society by hook or crook and live a life of show-off.
Another entry dated February 11, 2003 said:
“Oh! Happy Birthday to me! But I am not happy. It seems as if I have got nothing in my life. Nothing! My future seems very bleak to me. Just depression has encircled me from all sides. Disgusting life it is. I hate my mother, that bloody b***h. She is not a mother. She is a witch…”
After her mother’s marriage to Peter Mukerjea, she wrote:
“And now she got married with that old man (Peter Mukerjea). Her this act to Aita & Kaka (grandparents) seems very prestigious, very wise, but not in case of me. I hate her. I wish her soul gets condemned and even in hell. I have much grief, much tears to flow but when, where and in front of whom.”
To her father (Siddharth Das) whom she called in Class X:
“Daddy, I am very angry with you. O.k. I didn’t get any time to write any letter to you but you should have written to me. Very mean ha! Well, even I am sorry for not writing any letter to you. In Class X, we have to work very hard. In the morning at 7.30. We have to go to school and again I have to attend my maths coaching class 3 O’clock to 4.30 pm and again from 6 O’clock to 8 O’clock my science coaching class. I reach home at about 8.30 pm. Hope you can imagine how hard I’m working.”
“Daddy, I’ve cut my nails and I haven’t grown them long. I’m following your advice – first studies then style. I know you have a lot to tell me but daddy don’t write anything in any of your letter. I hope you’ll come once before my HSLC exams. Why don’t you make a trip to Guwahati in December. Then you can tell me everything you wanted me to know.”
“Daddy actually I’m facing a problem. For my HSLC, I’m to fill up some forms and there we are to write to which caste we belong. Daddy, I’m really very confused for I am not sure about my caste. We have got the options – Schedule/OBC/…”