Writes – Pravesh Sharma
After the three months of continuous strike, finally I decided to visit my family and started my journey along with my younger brother early in the morning. I was so excited to see my place, the joy deep inside my heart. The road was clear and silence, few vehicles were plying. As we reached Garidhura we stopped there to drink a morning tea, the shops were opened, and the vehicles were ready to ply carrying the passengers. Then we left and reached Dhudia found the same scenario.
The picture was the same again in the stoppage. Soon we reached soureni bazar people were staring at us, like we were from other planet. As we reached the Alley Ground near Krishna Nagar, then the picture was different as I saw three months ago, the huge police barricade was placed, as I felt that I am entering the war zone and it was at my own risk. As soon as we entered the Mirik, It was quite terrible than before, the Police and the CRPF were patrolling everywhere. At every 10 steps there was a CRPF holding a gun and staring at us. The first picture by seeing this came in my eyes was Syria and Kashmir. The people were not so free to roam at their own town. I fell myself as a Syrian and Kashmiri people who are suffering the atrocities of paramilitary force and the police force.
The world’s largest democracy has set an example that how to suppress the voice of common people. The CRPF forcefully asked the local vendors and shop keepers to keep the shop open and it is not an assumption, the writer is an eye witness of this incident. I find myself helpless, is this democracy that one cannot breathe properly and freely? I found myself in the cage of suppression. Where are the Human Rights till this date? Where are the social activists who raises the voice when a cow is killed but numb when eleven Gorkhas are killed? If this atrocities will continue for month or more than I am pretty sure we will be turned into refugees soon.