Stunning.
I have to swallow bitter medicine, and admit that he has said something valuable and relevant.
Hate having to say this.
Impressive.
He is a fine politician, I have to admit that .......... I think he is now victim of his own vote bank politics. The classic case of mobilising the mob and then failing to control it, and surrendering to its wishes?
The point is that is where Modi comes from: this hatred of the Muslim that essentially drives their lives. Unlike the rest of us, he doesn't make any decisions about the individual Muslim man or woman whom we encounter; each is the same as the other, in their minds. That is combined, in Modi, with an intolerance of others; everybody else must surrender their personalities, their reasoning, their judgment to him.
Sir, how is Rohit Vemula incident directly connected to Modi?Friends need to watch this two part documentary, to really understand the game Modi is playing.
This documentary aired by NHK Japan, was made by Deepa Dhanraj.
A Ph.D. student at one of the most prestigious universities in India committed suicide against the persecution of religion and class system discrimination. The historic student movement was led across the country.
We Have Not Come Here to Die: PART 1
https://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/en/vod/lens/3004470/
We Have Not Come Here to Die: PART 2
https://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/en/vod/lens/3004472/
Sir, how is Rohit Vemula incident directly connected to Modi?
Anyway, I should post his last letter, very powerful words.
Good morning,
I would not be around when you read this letter. Don’t get angry on me. I know some of you truly cared for me, loved me and treated me very well. I have no complaints on anyone. It was always with myself I had problems. I feel a growing gap between my soul and my body. And I have become a monster. I always wanted to be a writer. A writer of science, like Carl Sagan. At last, this is the only letter I am getting to write.
I always wanted to be a writer. A writer of science, like Carl Sagan.
I loved Science, Stars, Nature, but then I loved people without knowing that people have long since divorced from nature. Our feelings are second handed. Our love is constructed. Our beliefs colored. Our originality valid through artificial art. It has become truly difficult to love without getting hurt.
The value of a man was reduced to his immediate identity and nearest possibility. To a vote. To a number. To a thing. Never was a man treated as a mind. As a glorious thing made up of star dust. In every field, in studies, in streets, in politics, and in dying and living.
I am writing this kind of letter for the first time. My first time of a final letter. Forgive me if I fail to make sense.
My birth is my fatal accident. I can never recover from my childhood loneliness. The unappreciated child from my past.
May be I was wrong, all the while, in understanding world. In understanding love, pain, life, death. There was no urgency. But I always was rushing. Desperate to start a life. All the while, some people, for them, life itself is curse. My birth is my fatal accident. I can never recover from my childhood loneliness. The unappreciated child from my past.
I am not hurt at this moment. I am not sad. I am just empty. Unconcerned about myself. That’s pathetic. And that’s why I am doing this.
People may dub me as a coward. And selfish, or stupid once I am gone. I am not bothered about what I am called. I don’t believe in after-death stories, ghosts, or spirits. If there is anything at all I believe, I believe that I can travel to the stars. And know about the other worlds.
If you, who is reading this letter can do anything for me, I have to get 7 months of my fellowship, one lakh and seventy five thousand rupees. Please see to it that my family is paid that. I have to give some 40 thousand to Ramji. He never asked them back. But please pay that to him from that.
Let my funeral be silent and smooth. Behave like I just appeared and gone. Do not shed tears for me. Know that I am happy dead than being alive.
“From shadows to the stars.”
Uma anna, sorry for using your room for this thing.
To ASA family, sorry for disappointing all of you. You loved me very much. I wish all the very best for the future.
For one last time,
Jai Bheem
I forgot to write the formalities. No one is responsible for my this act of killing myself.
No one has instigated me, whether by their acts or by their words to this act.
This is my decision and I am the only one responsible for this.
Do not trouble my friends and enemies on this after I am gone.
Sir, how is Rohit Vemula incident directly connected to Modi?
Anyway, I should post his last letter, very powerful words.
Good morning,
I would not be around when you read this letter. Don’t get angry on me. I know some of you truly cared for me, loved me and treated me very well. I have no complaints on anyone. It was always with myself I had problems. I feel a growing gap between my soul and my body. And I have become a monster. I always wanted to be a writer. A writer of science, like Carl Sagan. At last, this is the only letter I am getting to write.
I always wanted to be a writer. A writer of science, like Carl Sagan.
I loved Science, Stars, Nature, but then I loved people without knowing that people have long since divorced from nature. Our feelings are second handed. Our love is constructed. Our beliefs colored. Our originality valid through artificial art. It has become truly difficult to love without getting hurt.
The value of a man was reduced to his immediate identity and nearest possibility. To a vote. To a number. To a thing. Never was a man treated as a mind. As a glorious thing made up of star dust. In every field, in studies, in streets, in politics, and in dying and living.
I am writing this kind of letter for the first time. My first time of a final letter. Forgive me if I fail to make sense.
My birth is my fatal accident. I can never recover from my childhood loneliness. The unappreciated child from my past.
May be I was wrong, all the while, in understanding world. In understanding love, pain, life, death. There was no urgency. But I always was rushing. Desperate to start a life. All the while, some people, for them, life itself is curse. My birth is my fatal accident. I can never recover from my childhood loneliness. The unappreciated child from my past.
I am not hurt at this moment. I am not sad. I am just empty. Unconcerned about myself. That’s pathetic. And that’s why I am doing this.
People may dub me as a coward. And selfish, or stupid once I am gone. I am not bothered about what I am called. I don’t believe in after-death stories, ghosts, or spirits. If there is anything at all I believe, I believe that I can travel to the stars. And know about the other worlds.
If you, who is reading this letter can do anything for me, I have to get 7 months of my fellowship, one lakh and seventy five thousand rupees. Please see to it that my family is paid that. I have to give some 40 thousand to Ramji. He never asked them back. But please pay that to him from that.
Let my funeral be silent and smooth. Behave like I just appeared and gone. Do not shed tears for me. Know that I am happy dead than being alive.
“From shadows to the stars.”
Uma anna, sorry for using your room for this thing.
To ASA family, sorry for disappointing all of you. You loved me very much. I wish all the very best for the future.
For one last time,
Jai Bheem
I forgot to write the formalities. No one is responsible for my this act of killing myself.
No one has instigated me, whether by their acts or by their words to this act.
This is my decision and I am the only one responsible for this.
Do not trouble my friends and enemies on this after I am gone.
I watched the documentary the same day posted.Please do watch the documentary, it will explain how people are being abused, forget Muslims, but even Dalits.
Thanks!
I watched the documentary the same day posted.
Thanks.
Dalits, or tribals, or hillmen who insist on their identity, as being as much Dalit or tribal or hillmen as they are Hindus, are also traitors, not the born kind, but the dangerous 'turncoat' kind; that will explain the ghar wapasi business, these are natural components of the Hindu mass, the overwhelming majority is not an overwhelming majority without them, so they must not be allowed to talk back, or to hint that they aren't loyal Hindus, doing whatever the natural leaders tell them to do.
Do you think selecting Kovind as the President of India was accidental?
I think you missed few points. I have read Savarkar (I assume he is one of the founding fathers, forgive my ignorance if not) wrote a book which clearly states Buddhist, and Jains are traitors. Which mentions Buddhist as the ones who destroyed India during Ashoka times by demilitarizing the country. Following non - violence and Jains for trying to convert Hindu, take over temples.
And Amit Shah is a Jain I heard.
I can understand their contempt for other religions, but why the Dalits? I don't understand this issue on Dalits and RSS/Sanghparivar.
And yes, I understand why Ramnath Kovind was made President, for covering up their issues with Dalits. There are few Muslim ministers for the purpose too. Another one is Alphonse Kannanthanam who is in charge of the North East states. He is a nice guy (Former IAS officer, clean personality). But I don't think these dummies will do any good. Their real face pops up every now and then when BJP MLA's and MP's make public statements.
I will keep this short because I am more than 3/4 asleep.//and I did fall asleep :-( 10:30)//
Well, yes, indeed, you are right, but the underlying reason was NOTHING to do with the security of any Indian state or political entity. It had everything to do with the wounded feelings of the exclusive franchisees of the Gods. In a note responding to @I.R.A 's thinking aloud about possible futures for the multi-cultural, multi-denominational place that is India, some of the shocks that the ruling orthodox social and religious leaders had faced.
Please see here.
https://world-defense.com/threads/p...g-and-advisory-mission.5246/page-3#post-36135
Look at it this way: the Dalits were the original dhimmis. Right; now that you've been conquered, feel free to live, but those of you who can have to contribute to supporting the warriors and the defence effort, that's both the fighting men and the ideologues. Be humble, don't imagine that you are the equal of the initiated, the twice-born, and you can do whatever you are doing. Since you can't pay money, pay in service instead; you and your family will till the fields, and tend the animals.
It was actually more oppressive. There were rules and restrictions imposed that were worse than anything that was prescribed for the unbeliever, or the conquered. Even accepting the master race's religion was not enough. But this is an illustration, not a parallel. Let us not take it too far. What was done out of the ordinary by extraordinarily zealous rulers and ruling classes to the dhimmis was merely the norm against the Dalit.
This is why a defiant Dalit, one who doesn't join in dutifully when bidden, who doesn't destroy the dwellings, the places of worship, the menfolk of the other, who doesn't rape their women and kill their children on command, is someone who has to be suppressed with the greatest severity. It's a mutiny; remember how the British reacted to their troops who mutinied?