We Protest for Justice

 

Kanakert / Zyuten, Division. 2pm.

It’s about time, people where getting sacred about me disappearnce. That’s when Onnik had blog about, how I was out of reach.

One concerning bit of news, although as of yet unconfirmed, is that fellow blogger Nanyaar? might be among those Indians with police. Certainly, nobody has heard from him for several hours and his mobile phone is switched off.

The officer walked in after his assistant had done the preliminary tasks of getting every scarp of detail they could about me and my friends, we were four of us, three of us the main witness, and the other good friend of Prashant Anchalia.

And then the question was asked, “What Hindus do to a body, after a person is dead? Do they burn them?” It came as a shock to me.

Earlier, Zyuten, Hotel, 7^th Corpus. 1pm

Frank rushed into the internet centre, and asked me to step out as he had just seen someone fall from the sixth floor. I was the second witness to the incident and while I was trying to get help, Kuldeep rush towards him. The ambulance was called for, and we were not allowed to even touch Anchalia for 10 whole minutes by out hostel warden, little did I realize that later that day I was going to understand the real meaning of every minute spent in my life.

We could see that he was finding it hard to breathe and had to put him in the recovery position, against the hostel warden’s shouting. His breathing became better, the pulse steady but he was fighting for his life. His legs were broken, a deep cut in the forehead from which a pool of blood was forming, and also occipital bone seemed to be cracked. He definitely had to have fallen in a sitting position.

The dean for foreign student arrived, a doctor herself, and did nothing but watch his helpless bodies fight against pain.

The ambulance arrived; 40 minutes later, by now a crowd had been formed. I was told later; that 3 minutes after the ambulance departed he had passed away.

Anchalia

He was a quiet guy. Never spoke much, confided to his room, small circle of friends and I remember the bargain he had got on an old yellow Armenian guitar on which he used to practice. Just two days back he had asked me if I was going to sing this time at the Garoon (spring) festival, and that he was planning to. The media had portrayed him as a drug addict and a psychologically affected person which he definitely was not.

At the university
The death comes in as a surprise and the news of the ambulance reaching there after 40 long minutes and the negligence of the hostel warden and dean makes the angry Indian student body to meet the Rector, Gohar Kjalyan. Students refuse to meet her in the Red hall and demanded for an answer to be given right there, she walks away and when the Indian girls go and talk with her,she just abuses them, Indian girls to be prostitutes and shows both her middle fingers.

It is WAR now:

 

We have a strong hold of 800 Indian Students here, among which 300 are girls. The parliament house in Bagaramiyan Streetis crowded with us, students. “Gohar down, down”, “Shame on you, Rector” and “We want Justice” were still the slogans that was ablaze after I was released from the interrogation centre.

 

 

The students had been there right after the little meeting with the Gohar. It was clear to everyone present there that she was a person against other nationalities and Indians for one she very much detested. I don’t know if it’s because her relative is Minister or her husband owns a local channel which gives her the idea that she can do whatever she pleases.

Like Onnik writes…

If this incident had happened to an Armenian in Samtskhe-Javakheti, nationalists would be screaming for war with Georgia. Because it happened to an Indian student, nobody cares. Or at least, they don’t for now, because one thing that is evident is simply that the Indian students have guts and act like youth the world over.

 

I don’t understand why the internal ministry’s men had to be over there for group of Students who were protesting.

The vice-chairman of the National Assembly came over to speak with the students and took with them some representatives, the Indian ambassador was now already in the NA chambers.

It was 10 minutes to eight when I and frank were allowed to go. People had already been calling us and updating us about the happenings from the afternoon.

This police station was no different, by the time I finished giving my testimony, I had been questioned and cross questioned by almost a dozen of men of whom I suspect only two to be real officers, others where interested about whether the police in India took bribe like they did here and if Kuldeep had any porno in his N70. After trying to frighten me with stupid statements ranging from “did you kill him?” to “we will deport you”, they were tired.

The crowd was to say, in more vigor than ever, it was not a just a mere group; it was a Nation out there.

Finally at 10pm it was decided that they will be meeting in the University Red hall. Questions were raised which only resulted in diplomatic answer by the Vice chairman of the NA. The education ministry tried to come on stage and give a politician’s speech by quoting “don’t you want to know what really happened to your friend?” But all we needed tonight was for her the rector to resign and actions to be taken on the dean who as a doctor did nothing to see her student dying in front of her. The Rector apologized at 12 midnight, and she still could not understand what we wanted, while she thought she could just walk away. All Madam Indian Ambassador did was to sit next to the VC and give him tips on what and how to talk to the Indian students.

It was 1:50 am and we had not come to a conclusion, tomorrow will not be a working day for us Indian students, the body will be there for final viewing at 9 am before it is sent to India. I will be out there to say good bye to this friend I’ve lost from Silligudu, West Bengal. It’s now 4:58 am. I think I will have to come back and write another post on the conversation, we had in the Red hall. As me and some friends took a taxi after the meeting, the driver asked us what had happened. And my friend replied, “Nothing it was just bad today, it’s still going to get worse”.

Also read,

Its bye
Does it concern you??
Fear, Drama and hopefully not lies
“The Statesman” also reports
What I think
Their Say
What next?
Letter to the President
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