Re: [AI] An Arrested Story: Saibaba must be freed for that story to befreed
ausam! Smilee! Ishan On 5/30/14, paulmuddha paulmud...@canarabank.com wrote: Well written life story. Thank you for the info and giving us an incite into the life history. - Original Message - From: avinash shahi shahi88avin...@gmail.com To: accessindia accessindia@accessindia.org.in; jnuvision jnuvis...@yahoogroups.com; sayeverything sayeveryth...@sayeverything.org Sent: Thursday, May 29, 2014 10:25 PM Subject: [AI] An Arrested Story: Saibaba must be freed for that story to befreed Can't agree anymore with the author Dr Saibaba must be freed immidiately. What do you say friends? A Delhi University teacher, forced into solitary confi nement in an unda cell (egg cell), has been charged with conspiring to wage war on the state. Incredible, but there seems to be no limit to which the powers that be can stoop - accusing a wheelchair-bound man of seeking to bring down the great Indian state! http://www.epw.in/commentary/arrested-story.html P K Vijayan (pk.vija...@gmail.com) teaches English literature at Hindu College, University of Delhi. I want to tell you a story, of a little man, if I can; his name was - well, his name - we will come to it shortly. This little man was born into a wretchedly poor peasant family that lived on the outskirts of a little known village, with the out-castes and untouchables. This little man's father had chosen to live with the marginal and the excluded, as a mark of solidarity with them - and this was motivated simply by an instinctive sense of justice, since the little man's father was not even literate, let alone politically educated. So the little man grew up amongst the sweepers and the scavengers, with hunger and deprivation as bosom companions to him and his siblings. Then, when he was barely five years old, he was afflicted with polio in both his legs, as a result of which he almost died from lack of medical facilities. But the little man's father managed to stave off his death, by running from pillar to post, from every doctor to every dispensary that held out hope, till the fast-spreading disease was finally checked; nevertheless, the little man lost the use of both his legs completely from the disease. This did not deter the little man or his father. He was enrolled in a mission school, where he learned to read and write and consumed everything he read with rapacious delight. Reading by the light of street lamps, dragging himself on his elbows and hands on the dirt roads of his village, from home to school, eating one meal in two days sometimes, the little man delighted in the world of books, and forgot about his own deprived and depraved one, for the hours that he was lost in them. The father meanwhile, took the little man wherever he could, showing him as much of the world as he could from the handlebars of his bicycle, obdurately refusing to accept that his son's condition would limit his mobility. The little man thus grew up with a deep wanderlust and an indomitable will to overcome the limitations of his condition. Which is how the little man, who was now no longer little but a full-grown, popular and well-liked young man, despite his 90% disability, went on to complete his school, pre-university and undergraduate degrees with flying colours, largely on the dint of scholarships and fellowships earned through sheer academic excellence. And as this young man grew into maturity, he also saw the colours and prejudices of the world around him, and learnt of its profound inequalities and injustices, and of the many, many crores of people who were systemically and systematically disadvantaged from birth - if not in medical terms like him, then in social and economic terms, very much like him, and in fact, much worse off than him. So it was that when he moved to the big city of Hyderabad for his Master's degree, he was already filled with a steely resolve to fight these injustices with the same never-say-never spirit with which he had fought, and continued to fight, his own debilitating circumstances. This is how the young man, by the time he completed his Master's degree, had become an accomplished, respected and hugely popular scholar and political activist. But the young man wanted to see more, to learn more, to do more - so he gave up the familiar terrain and people and tongues of Hyderabad, and moved to Delhi, with his newly married wife. Struggling to battle the harsh and callous conditions of the bigger city, coping with unfamiliarity and unemployment and prejudice and loneliness, this man, against his better instincts, against the enormous demands placed on him mentally and physically and financially, nevertheless stayed on and moved from job to job till he was finally appointed as a lecturer in a Delhi University college. This man is now a scholar and teacher of international standing and repute. He completed his doctoral degree, and has travelled extensively,
Re: [AI] An Arrested Story: Saibaba must be freed for that story to befreed
Well written life story. Thank you for the info and giving us an incite into the life history. - Original Message - From: avinash shahi shahi88avin...@gmail.com To: accessindia accessindia@accessindia.org.in; jnuvision jnuvis...@yahoogroups.com; sayeverything sayeveryth...@sayeverything.org Sent: Thursday, May 29, 2014 10:25 PM Subject: [AI] An Arrested Story: Saibaba must be freed for that story to befreed Can't agree anymore with the author Dr Saibaba must be freed immidiately. What do you say friends? A Delhi University teacher, forced into solitary confi nement in an unda cell (egg cell), has been charged with conspiring to wage war on the state. Incredible, but there seems to be no limit to which the powers that be can stoop - accusing a wheelchair-bound man of seeking to bring down the great Indian state! http://www.epw.in/commentary/arrested-story.html P K Vijayan (pk.vija...@gmail.com) teaches English literature at Hindu College, University of Delhi. I want to tell you a story, of a little man, if I can; his name was - well, his name - we will come to it shortly. This little man was born into a wretchedly poor peasant family that lived on the outskirts of a little known village, with the out-castes and untouchables. This little man's father had chosen to live with the marginal and the excluded, as a mark of solidarity with them - and this was motivated simply by an instinctive sense of justice, since the little man's father was not even literate, let alone politically educated. So the little man grew up amongst the sweepers and the scavengers, with hunger and deprivation as bosom companions to him and his siblings. Then, when he was barely five years old, he was afflicted with polio in both his legs, as a result of which he almost died from lack of medical facilities. But the little man's father managed to stave off his death, by running from pillar to post, from every doctor to every dispensary that held out hope, till the fast-spreading disease was finally checked; nevertheless, the little man lost the use of both his legs completely from the disease. This did not deter the little man or his father. He was enrolled in a mission school, where he learned to read and write and consumed everything he read with rapacious delight. Reading by the light of street lamps, dragging himself on his elbows and hands on the dirt roads of his village, from home to school, eating one meal in two days sometimes, the little man delighted in the world of books, and forgot about his own deprived and depraved one, for the hours that he was lost in them. The father meanwhile, took the little man wherever he could, showing him as much of the world as he could from the handlebars of his bicycle, obdurately refusing to accept that his son's condition would limit his mobility. The little man thus grew up with a deep wanderlust and an indomitable will to overcome the limitations of his condition. Which is how the little man, who was now no longer little but a full-grown, popular and well-liked young man, despite his 90% disability, went on to complete his school, pre-university and undergraduate degrees with flying colours, largely on the dint of scholarships and fellowships earned through sheer academic excellence. And as this young man grew into maturity, he also saw the colours and prejudices of the world around him, and learnt of its profound inequalities and injustices, and of the many, many crores of people who were systemically and systematically disadvantaged from birth - if not in medical terms like him, then in social and economic terms, very much like him, and in fact, much worse off than him. So it was that when he moved to the big city of Hyderabad for his Master's degree, he was already filled with a steely resolve to fight these injustices with the same never-say-never spirit with which he had fought, and continued to fight, his own debilitating circumstances. This is how the young man, by the time he completed his Master's degree, had become an accomplished, respected and hugely popular scholar and political activist. But the young man wanted to see more, to learn more, to do more - so he gave up the familiar terrain and people and tongues of Hyderabad, and moved to Delhi, with his newly married wife. Struggling to battle the harsh and callous conditions of the bigger city, coping with unfamiliarity and unemployment and prejudice and loneliness, this man, against his better instincts, against the enormous demands placed on him mentally and physically and financially, nevertheless stayed on and moved from job to job till he was finally appointed as a lecturer in a Delhi University college. This man is now a scholar and teacher of international standing and repute. He completed his doctoral degree, and has travelled extensively, nationally and internationally, presenting papers and giving lectures. And he has spoken out strongly, consistently and irrepressibly against the injustices
