...AND YET AGAIN, HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF!

SARABJIT SINGH'S FAMILY

It was a coffin made in heaven, or hell. One way or another, Sarabjit was going to die at the hands of Pakistan’s forces. It came as no surprise that his falling ill following an uprising behind bars made way for death to finally greet him like an old friend. Another story comes to an end, another Indian brave heart meets his end and yet again, as always, our spineless government enjoys the show.

It is interesting how much could have been done in this case and how little the government actually cared about doing. The power dynamics at play came to the fore when the international peace keeping body United Nations failed to take a stand in this regard. Rest assured, had it been a US or a German citizen, it would have already turned into a burning international issue, having already been discussed in every remote, unconcerned part of the learned world. Interestingly, our leaders did nothing apart from waiting and watching, playing dirty, little politics and their favorite, blame game on a loop.

The family of the deceased has little to offer except sheer rage, aggression and unending tears and sorrow. Their grief is second only to the anger and frustration they feel over watching their beloved die a slow, degrading death and having the shackles of inability to take any major action bind them to a sickening extent. The media failed to capture the pain of the daughter who could only see her father twice in her twenty year old life, even though her tears kept rolling and her “humble requests to the government” cascaded into an unrelenting nation endlessly, and the government did little to help. The bitter truth exemplifies itself the way it was meant to sooner than later- India is officially a torturous nation. In a nation where countless rapes and murders take place on an hourly basis expecting justice or asking the government to grow a spine will fall on deaf ears. This is our predicament; that is until, of course, something changes the course of time.