1992-1993: The darkest years of our lives

 “Quietly endure, silently suffer and patiently wait.”

                                                ― Martin Luther King Jr.

 Each one of us in this big world is different in many senses, be it the experiences that nobody else can claim or the difficulties of discerning lives. Even when we live in big social groups, each person focuses on something different, thinking of something different, noticing something different, that something is usually unknown to us, so we don’t actually have an idea what exactly people are going through. This makes us unaware of the agonies of people living a struggling life & allows such people to evolve as better individuals, but not in every case.

 There are times in life when people living in a big society fall short of companionship & support when they need it most, it becomes more painful when your agonies are a result of your sacrifices for the society & on greater part for the nation. That is why every person has a story to tell, and it is why we can learn from every single person. As much as we learn from their stories, we begin realizing that there lies so much that we didn’t notice. Perhaps the person next to us looked up at the right time to see something we couldn’t see, which is why we must be listening to the stories people wish to say in order to discover what actually & exactly we have missed in our lives. One such instance of pain is my father’s life & the life we have been living without him for last 21 years, as he serves a life sentence in a prison for an unusual reason. Love for Nation. At a time when India was burning & everyone was watching. It was the December of 1992, the black year when riots broke out and humanity battled with inhumanity, when corruption & anarchy were at an all time high.

My father, Hari Singh, has a story which could stir many people, for he dared to fight for what was right in the situation he was forced by the prevalent corruption in our country, India. He has been experiencing the pain of separation from his own family for last 21 years which he has lived up in a prison cell, convicted for a crime that actually never happened at all.  On 27th March 1993, he stood up against the communal violence & corruption which had taken entire country on a toll, and was wronged as a hijacker.

The police played foul on him and the case was a clear foul play, as a result of which my father ended up landing in a jail.  He is being awaited with bated breaths by our family and friends who believe that he is innocent, but the government doesn’t seem to listen as it didn’t commute my father’s punishment as directed by the high court. We are bearing the brunt of my father’s love for nation which inspired him to become the revolutionary he is, to us & to all those who have known him. Our destiny is being written by an efficient system which is in hands of blinds & deafs. Please support our struggle for bringing back my father & demand justice for him. Justice for Hari singh.