Rohith Vemula : The oppressed rebel

“The value of a man was reduced to his immediate identity and nearest possibility. To a vote. To a number. To a thing. Never was a man treated as a mind. As a glorious thing made up of star dust. ”
These were among the last words of Rohith Vemula before committing suicide. And how ironic is that while discussing, debating and arguing over him we are all comfortably ignoring what Rohith tried to tell, what he wrote. Instead we are doing exactly the opposite.
A young mind died and that too a bright one. There’s no greater sorrow than losing a young soul who so eagerly wanted to make a difference. I believe they are the greatest asset any society could have. But I don’t see many worried about that. All I see is people desperate to defend their political interest or attack the opposite one. Why are we all not agitated that a student died because system tried to interfere and thus being unfair to him? Why are we seeing all this from a political point of view? It was a classic case of system trying to shut down a rebel, an anomaly. Is it a sign that we are not going to tolerate rebels anymore? A youth who isn’t a rebel, who doesn’t question, who doesn’t try to swim against the stream is not really of much use to the society. Such youth can’t bring a change and without change we will all be reduced to a still, rotting society. We need to preserve our rebels for they have the fire to burn what’s holding us back. If we do not stand for him because he was a Dalit or if the only reason for you to stand up for him is him being Dalit then on both terms you committing a grave crime against the society.


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