A Note in what would transpire in the mind of a tribal.
Dear India
I live in extreme poverty. Sometimes I eat leaves and plant shoots in the jungle to survive.
The leaders who were supposed to take care of my needs of health, food & livelihood, travel in big cars or choppers (our roads are …bad) to my areas, announce big development schemes and vanish till we see the banners again.
I don’t know why even after six decades of Independence I am lost in these forests. Hidden by the darkness of corrupt, greedy officers and politicians. I remember my grand parents, frail & sick, as are my parents & as are my children.
The girls of my clan are sometimes sexually harassed but we are scared to go to the police because we do not have money to bribe them for filing an FIR, neither do they take us seriously as we are the tribal people.
We are the supplier of maids to the cities. Our daughters are most wanted by the agencies as we are safe & cannot complain much.
I could not fight for my rights before, because I did not know about them.
Sometimes back when me & my clan realized about basic human rights, it was too late for anybody in this country to take us seriously. The government allocates funds but my people never get to see the benefits.
At first when we raised our demands, we were told to shut up and then when we agitated they beat us back to jungles. Then we used our bows and arrows to fight the system, the army burned and blasted us.
My children and my family suffered death first due to hunger then bullets fired by the guns of my own country’s army.
We did not matter to anybody, nobody reported our state of affairs to the rest of Indian people.
But when I saw my people brutalized so much, humanity died in me. I wanted to take revenge for all the past deeds of my developed countrymen & leaders. I now want to give my life for all the bad that has happened and for all the basic right to live my life with dignity.
I want these politicians never to come in my area.
I hate them.
I hate the landlords.
I hate the officers.
I hate the police.
I hate the system.
I want to kill them all.
Now when friends from East gave us guns to fight and bombs to detaonate, we are ready to take revenge and get back what is ours.
I never wanted this to happen. But now that it has been called upon, you will have my wrath.
We will fight & we will scare you. Don’t you dare come close. We will now live with fires burning around us.
A Naxalite.
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