My father, a victim of corruption

“Money and corruption are ruining the land, crooked politicians betray the working man, pocketing the profits and treating us like sheep, and we're tired of hearing promises that we know they'll never keep.”

                                                                                                                                                                    --- Ray Davies

Whenever government authorities elected to look after a secular and democratic country, obviously, the people of the country feel secured and safe. But, if the same government is drowned into acts of corruption for which they have taken oaths to erase it out, it is a matter of concern. None can deny this statement.

Burning problems of corruption were prevalent in early1990s. Frankly, when corruption is active, economy and societal activities become totally inactive. Unemployment, price hike, poverty become few side effects of this paralysed society. The government in 1990s failed to establish peace and communal harmony in the nation.

What shall common people do when corruption is at the peak? Ministers and influential people that time just filled up their pocket. Rich became richer and poor became poorer. In that restless era, corruption was the reason of crime. My father, Hari Singh got trapped in the fierce net of corruption and today he is behind the bars, just because he wanted to liberate the people from such miserable conditions. A heart of gem, my father was a happy man at once who believed to live a simple life. Self-employed, he owned a truck that was the only bread and butter for our family.

It was in 1992 when his smile was snatched away when his truck was robbed away near Ranchi. His life took a terrific turn. Knowing that the police and lawyers would help him, for 8 months he prayed for help but was heard by none and became the victim of corruption. Although he got his truck back, his financial status became nil and he became totally unemployed.

So big the hands of corruption and so hurt by the incidences he faced, my father went through pangs of pain. A true citizen, he also had soft feelings toward his country, India that was falling apart in the name of communal disharmony and casteism. Such issues penetrated the veins and soul of my father and one thing he asked to himself- How to control corruption in India?

One decision, he raised his voice against lies, faults and betrayals but somehow he failed to do so. My father who fell into the cobweb of bad times and situations has been fighting against corruption alone since 1993 for whom? Justice has been a dream for us. Please join us in the fight for justice!

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