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Sanjay Dutt - Munnabhai or Khalnayak?

Who would forget the macho man playing Munnabhai twice and winning hearts allover the nation. The brilliance of the actor is reflected in his ever inspiring performances nevertheless he turned 48 on 29th of July, 07. The birthday would have not been a magnanimous party rather a dull and pensive moment for the man himself besides his kith and kin. With the decision pending for his trial indicted for amassing assault weapons and found suspicious in the 93 Mumbai blasts, the actor if found guilty would have been booked under the Arms act and undergo 5-10 years of RI. Finally, on the last day of July, 07 the judgement headed by Justice Kode found Sanjay Dutt guilty and sentenced him to spend 6 years behind bars.

Moreover, the film fraternity is shocked by the news alongside his huge fan following. Prima facie, the fate of the filmstar is in jeopardy. He might have won heart of millions with his "Jaadu ki jhappi", but the justice had different views althroughout. The man who at one time had been an inveterate druggist has metamorphosed himself after spending 16 months in gaol. I have deep respect for our judiciary but what makes me perplexed is that perpetrators like Abdul Gelani who were involved in the treacherous plots to attack the parliament have been reprieved. Is that not a travesty of justice? Whether the plea made in Supreme Court against the judgement would be considered justifiable or repudiated will only be conspicuous in the coming weeks, but the motive of punishment to deter recidivism and bring about moral correction was taken into account? If yes, then Jr. Dutt has already dealt with destiny and the man has shown signs of improvement. Its now only an individual perception to decide whether the superstar could have been imposed with less strident punishment to account for his offence. But only through a figment of an imagination if either Sanjay Dutt is reprieved by the Supreme Court or the tenure of custody is reduced following his recent behavior, the climax would supercede that of any national megahit and the macho would be resurrected to his rejuvenated best.

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