If memory serves me correctly. This is also a chowk where you can get cold cucumber with chaat masala and many buses that will scream “Neeoda neeoda neeeoda neeeoda”. Just saying.
A heartfelt message by a parent, K Sharad Haksar to Neha Bora.
“When I got married, I knew I wanted only one child. And in my heart, I hoped it would be a girl.
I was blessed with a daughter.
The first time I held her, I made her a silent promise. You will never have to share my time. You will never have to wait for my attention. Whatever I have, you will get all of it.
I had seen families with four or five children. Parents running from morning to night, and still some child was always left waiting. I also felt our country has too many people, and nature is paying for it. One child felt right. It felt responsible.
For years, I never questioned it.
Then this year, I saw Neha Bora.
She is 29, a PhD student at JNU, a theatre artist from Khatima, a small town in the hills of Uttarakhand. When the NEET paper leak happened, she sat down at Jantar Mantar for students she did not even know. Children who had studied for years. Parents who had spent their savings on coaching and still lost.
She did not eat for 23 days.
She was 66 kilos when she started. She lost more than 7. Near the end, doctors were taking her blood three or four times a day.
The night I read that, I could not sleep. I kept seeing my own daughter in her place. On a hot Delhi road. Thin. Tired. A doctor holding her wrist again. And I knew I would not be able to stand there and watch. I would have begged her to stop.
But Neha did not stop until the work was done. And when it was over, she said her body had forgotten how to eat. It had to learn again, like a baby. Even then, still weak, she went to Bihar to meet more than 600 students who had been arrested. She did not go home to rest. She went to the ones who had stood by her.
I am a dowser. Every day I work with energy. I have learned that anger is heavy. It burns out fast. Nobody can live on anger for 23 days without food. Only love can carry you that far.
Then I read that her father was in the Army, and the family kept moving from one posting to the next.
My wife's father was also in the Army. I never call him my father-in-law. To me, he is simply Papa. My wife studied in 13 schools. Thirteen first days. Thirteen times walking into a class where nobody knew her name. Thirteen goodbyes to friends she never saw again. Army children learn to smile, pack their bags and start again. Nobody asks them how much it hurts. I see that strength in my wife every day. I saw it in Neha too.
In Ranchi, a man threw ink on her face and called her anti-national. She said she had already faced pellets and lathis in Delhi. Ink would not scare her.
Ink washes off. In energy work, we say that what people throw at you only stays if you take it in. She seems to know this without ever holding a pendulum.
Her family did not agree with her. There were fights at home. But during the hunger strike, her mother came to Jantar Mantar.
I don't know what they said to each other. I don't need to. I am a parent. I know what a mother feels when she sees her child weak and thin on a road, and still standing. Every argument is forgotten in that moment. All that is left is: this is my child.
Neha said she has not spoken to her father yet.
I don't know him. But I am a father too, and I know how hard it is for men like us to say some things out loud. So if he cannot say it yet, let me say it for him, from Chennai.
Beta, we are proud of you. Now go and eat something properly.
Somewhere in all this, a thought came to me that I never expected. I wish I had one more daughter. One like Neha. This takes nothing away from my own daughter. She is my world. She always will be. But Neha made me ask myself a hard question. We spend our whole lives keeping our children safe and helping them get ahead. Do we ever teach them to look back at who is being left behind? And if one day they stand up for someone else, will we stand next to them as Neha's mother did? Or will we ask them to come home and stay quiet. Our job is to protect that light, even when it scares us.
The reporter/Youtuber/reeler incited the cop to assault the boys. The cop bashed their heads without any provocation. One of them is probably a teen. Yesterday, a senior cop, who was apparently filled with communal hatred asked his fellow constables to detain “Salim Khan” aka Yogendra Yadav. Mr Yadav could have gotten seriously injured. I couldn’t help but ask him if it’s ok for cops to behave like this when they’re duty bound to uphold the constitution.
Amid a ruckus created by right-wing groups near Connaught Place, reporters and photographers confronted Delhi Police personnel who were attempting to clear a crowd gathered around a car.
The journalists repeatedly urged the police to inspect the vehicle, particularly its boot, which allegedly contained several sticks. They also questioned why the occupants were carrying sticks in the car.
However, instead of inspecting the vehicle or questioning its occupants, the police allowed the car to speed away.
The incident unfolded amid the continuing police crackdown on protesters demonstrating against Chief Election Commissioner Gyanesh Kumar in central Delhi.
Delhi Police detained at least 12 journos — including a reporter from @Live_Hindustan, HT sister publication — who were covering protests on Sunday. “Told cops many times I’m a HT reporter, was wearing ID card… they didn’t listen to me”
@jignasa_sinha
https://t.co/Jl9ZCMTiWD
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निहत्थे छोटे छोटे बच्चों को 6-6 बैरिकेड लगाकर रोकने वाली दिल्ली पुलिस हथियारों और डंडों से भरी गाड़ी को गुंडों समेत सेफ्टी से निकाल रही है।
पत्रकार और पास खड़े लोग बार बार पुलिस के जवानों को गाड़ी की तलाशी लेने को कहते हैं, लेकिन वो उसे भगा देते हैं।