I was casually skimming through the newspaper today morning, when I came across an opinion piece. It was a eulogy dedicated to Satyendra Dubey, a project director of the NHAI who was murdered this day ten years ago, for trying to put an end to the corruption that was going on in the shadow of the GQ project. I had no idea who this guy was. Not surprising, as I had never followed the news very keenly until recent times. Even so, I was mildly aware of the day to day happenings, but this name didn't even ring a bell. I was not even remotely aware of the existence of a Satyendra Dubey. A little digging led me to this Satyendra Dubey's Story.
It felt so strange to read something that happened such a long time ago. As I read I felt a strange mix of emotions. I knew how this story was going to end.
At first I felt angry at him for being so careless with his life. I wished I could go back and reason with him –convince him that it wasn't worth it -that we were beyond saving.I wish I could tell him that his death would change nothing.
I felt sorry for the parents who had to lose their son to an unjust, cruel world, just because he refused to turn his back on his rigid moral values. Their loss was real and no amount of ‘justice’ can fill the void that was left in their lives.Nothing make the sorrow easier.
I felt guilty to realize how incredibly short term our memories are. In the days immediately following such an incident we would raise a hue and cry, have shouting contests on TV ,even marches and protests –but this passes and this becomes another fleeting moment in time- a moment quickly wiped away from memory-and nobody remembers Satyendra Dubey anymore.
I want to leave this here. This is a beautiful, beautiful piece that came in the Indian Express a few days after Satyendra Dubey’s untimely demise. Unfortunately I was able to read this only today. http://www.indianexpress.com/storyOld.php?storyId=36601
This is dedicated to all the martyrs.Here's to all the Satyendra Dubeys, the Shanmughan Manjunaths, the Narendra Kumars. A salute to all the unsung heroes of India!!
It felt so strange to read something that happened such a long time ago. As I read I felt a strange mix of emotions. I knew how this story was going to end.
At first I felt angry at him for being so careless with his life. I wished I could go back and reason with him –convince him that it wasn't worth it -that we were beyond saving.I wish I could tell him that his death would change nothing.
I felt sorry for the parents who had to lose their son to an unjust, cruel world, just because he refused to turn his back on his rigid moral values. Their loss was real and no amount of ‘justice’ can fill the void that was left in their lives.Nothing make the sorrow easier.
I felt guilty to realize how incredibly short term our memories are. In the days immediately following such an incident we would raise a hue and cry, have shouting contests on TV ,even marches and protests –but this passes and this becomes another fleeting moment in time- a moment quickly wiped away from memory-and nobody remembers Satyendra Dubey anymore.
I want to leave this here. This is a beautiful, beautiful piece that came in the Indian Express a few days after Satyendra Dubey’s untimely demise. Unfortunately I was able to read this only today. http://www.indianexpress.com/storyOld.php?storyId=36601
This is dedicated to all the martyrs.Here's to all the Satyendra Dubeys, the Shanmughan Manjunaths, the Narendra Kumars. A salute to all the unsung heroes of India!!
1 comment:
I don't know dude. You, me and almost the whole world is the reason people like Dubey end up martyrs.
In any case, Dubey being Dubey given another chance would have done the same thing all over again.
And, let me ask you something how often do you do a selfless act for your friends or strangers? It doesn't have to be of Dubey's proportions. I am becoming sick of people whining over martyrs, especially useless lousy pigs who wouldn't do even a molecular level of selfless act once in two months.
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