… if you can.
If you’ve been following the news, you’ve probably caught this bit too. Fearing a CRPF lashback, the villagers have abandoned their homes and disappeared. If I’ve stayed quiet on this for the last week, it is only because I am very torn. I feel for the CRPF guys – apparently they only get Rs 300 a day field allowance, are poorly trained and neglected to an extent where you wonder why they bother to protect us.
But I also feel for the tribals and yet if I mention it, I risk being lumped with terrorists and other unpatriotic elements. If there’s one thing I’ve gone hoarse repeating on this blog, it is that violence is no answer, and yet, what do these people do after years of silent resistance? Are we really listening to their pleas? Nope, we have our iPods plugged in and it doesn’t matter that we’re pushing their limits further back, encroaching on their livelihood and squashing them mercilessly. Exactly how long did we imagine we’d get away with ignoring their plight?
The government is gearing up to crush them, they say. Crush, defeat, repress – I am tired of hearing such terms. Everyone has a point. There are three sides to every story. When are we going to give them a fair hearing? Why can we not meet them halfway? It is as much their India as it is ours so how dare we override their rights to their way of life?
I know Arundhati Roy is nobody’s favourite person, and yet I can’t help but see her point. In fact, lets not talk about Arundhati – I leave you with Palash’s piece on Mob. He says it better.