WE NEED VICTIMS TO CELEBRATE
There was once a girl out there in Japan. She strongly believed in the Japanese myth that making 1000 origami cranes will save her from death. She was a victim of The Hiroshima nuclear bomb blasts. Her name was Sadako Sasaki. She died at the age of 12 of blood cancer. We still make nuclear bombs and rarely do we make paper cranes.
Hundreds of student protestors of Tianmen square were shot down by the Chinese military on April 1989. The students were mourning on the death of a political leader.We romanticized the struggle and celebrate the day each year.
There was a girl in Pakistan ,named after Malalai of malwand famous pashtun poet. She was shot at head while travelling in school bus for they were afraid of educated girls.We awarded her the nobel peace prize and amended our constitution to make child labour legal.
There was a girl Nujood, a divorcee at the age of 13.We condemned and empathized with nujoom and child marriages still continues.
There was Govardhan who was hanged to death because his neck fit the noose perfectly.We shed tears for Govardhan but the list of Govardhans continued with Yakub Memon, Perarivalan or Afsal Guru.
While we were busy creating borders, a kid by the name of Aylan kurdi drowned to death. We shed a gut wrenching pain and went back to glorify the soldiers who are struggling to protect borders.
There was a college student who wanted to become a writer like carl sagen and all that he got to write was his suicide note. This happened because he was a Dalit. Still we continue to debate about caste based reservations.
There were three professors- Kalburgi , Dabolkar and Pansare. 3 of them were shot to death because they were atheists. And still we talk about secularism of the Indian constitution.
There was one Ekalavya, a myth some say , who was asked for his index finger coz they were afraid of his talent. Nobody called him a hero, but heroes were borne out of his charity
The moment a victim is created we celebrate.
We want martyrs rather than intellects
When thousands are denied even the right to dream,
dreaming itself becomes a privilege.
And we are all privileged.
Isn’t it time to stop romanticizing the struggles of people?
Isn’t it time to come out of comfort zones?
The world isn’t solely ours. They too deserve to live.