Each one of us has right to dream and work hard so that they come true. It is not always that our hard work brings us happiness we fail and we try again, but even after achieving something which looks like a miracle, people don’t appreciate you and crushes your dreams, it leads you to darkness. This is exactly what happened with Rohith the guy who is still being called a Dalit. Here is his last letter that he wrote for the first time which clearly explains the sufferings if his life, that came to end too early.
“I will not be around when you read this letter. Don’t get angry with me. I know some you truly cared for me, loved me and treated me very well. I have no complaints with anyone. It was always with myself that I had problems. I feel a growing gap between my soul and my body. And I have become a monster. I always wanted to be writer. A writer of science, like Carl Sagan. At last this is the only letter I am getting to write.
I loved science, stars, nature, but then I loved people without knowing that people have long divorced me from nature. Our feelings are second-handed. Our love is constructed. Our beliefs colored. Our originality valid through artificial art. It has become truly difficult to love without getting hurt.
The value of 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 stardust. In every field, in studies, in politics and dying and living.
I am writing this kind of letter for the first time. My first time writing the final letter. Forgive me f I fail to make sense.
Maybe I was wrong, all the time, in understanding the world. In understanding love, pain, life, death. There was no urgency. But I was always rushing. Desperate to start a life. All the while for some people, life itself is a curse. My birth is my fatal accident. I can never recover from my childhood loneliness. The unappreciated child from my past.
I am not hurt at this moment. I am not sad. I am just empty. Unconcerned about myself. That’s pathetic. And that’s why I am doing this.
People may dub me coward. And selfish, or stupid, once I am gone I am not bothered about what I am called. I don’t believe in after death stories, ghosts or spirits. If there is anything at all that I believe, I believe that I can travel to the stars. And know about other worlds.
If you, who is reading this letter, can do anything for me, I have to get seven months fellowship, Rs. 1,75,000. Please see to it that my family is paid that. I have to give some Rs. 40,000 to Ramji. He never asked for it back. But please pay that to him from that.
Let my funeral be silent and smooth. Behave like we just appeared and went. Do not shed tears for me. Know that I am happier dead than alive.
“From shadows to stars.”
Uma anna sorry for using your room for this thing. To my ASA (Ambedkar Students Association) family, sorry for disappointing you. You loved me very much. I wish you all the very best for the future.
For one last time, JAI BHEEM.
I forgot to write the formalities. No one is responsible for my act of killing myself. No one has instigated me, weather by their acts or by their words, to commit this act. This is my decision and I am the only one responsible for this. Do not trouble my friends and enemies about this after I am gone.”
It has always been difficult in Indian society to treat everyone as humans. Rohith belonged to a very poor Dalit family, but was a very hardworking student filled with dreams which made him admit as a scholar in central university. This was just an achievement for Rohith but for others it was a miracle because living in the society where people treat you with disrespect for no reason, it hard to live and impossible to live up to your own expectations.
This letter of Rohith Chakarvarthi vemula brought tears in the eyes of every single person who read it because it was clearly written by a young boy (26 years) filled with hopes and dreams, who became desperate and took the step to kill himself when he saw them (dreams and hopes) die.
Today everyone knows what happened in a year with Rohith that led him to the path where he ended killing himself. All those incidents where years of hard work meant nothing due to political influence. Who should be responsible for this? Should it be the politicians or should it be the vice chancellor of university or it should be the preservations of old social and economic order that brought him to death.
Any of this would not make sense for those who don’t know about a letter that he wrote to the chancellor of the university in which he wrote ‘I request your highness to make preparation of the facility [of] “euthanasia” for students like me. And I wish you and your campus may rest in peace forever’.
The idea of giving reservation to the Dalit’s was to bring equality in the Indian Society where the Dalit’s are treated as untouchables. At the time of Dr. B.R. Ambedkar when people used to be scared of their tiffin’s being polluted with his shadow, not much seem to be changed. The law to be meant to amend after every 10 years but it have never been done so. There might not be any changes in the conditions of Dalit’s that have stopped our govt. in doing so or it might be the fear of losing their vote bank.
Politics and politicians are all that Indian democracy has. It is always about the vote bank that they care about, it has always about remaining in power and misusing it. And we have helped them doing so by treating them untouchables since ever. In our society their might be a few people who don’t care about one belonging to Dalit or not but majority still treat them as untouchables. After facing untouchability for long 20 what would be the mindset of a child I can’t even imagine that. There have been 23 suicides committed by Dalit students in last ten years in all institutes in India including India’s premier institutes of learning such as AIIMS and IIT’s and all of these can’t be due to political influence. It is the inequality in the society that have made so many students (Dalit’s) lose hope.
If the college authorities would have taken ascertain action after receiving the first letter of Rohith Vemula, He must’ve lived to see the light of another day and follow his dreams.
All I have to say is that we all should rise up from the preservations of old social order. We should treat everyone with equality, at least with humanity so that no ever say again “that his birth was a fatal accident”.