Kolkata: After Dalit PhD scholar V Rohith was found hanging at Hyderabad central university’s hostel room located on the varsity campus on Sunday, a Bengali NRI wants to commit suicide to protest against Rohith’s Death. Bengali NRI Tamoghna Halder, a non resident Indian enrolled in the PhD prog of Economics department in University of California, Davis, said in His facebook wall that he will commit suicide tomorrow if Bangaru Dattatreya, Smriti Irani, Alok Pande, and the VC of UoH do not give resignation.
He gives the deadline of suicide and it is 12 (IST) at noon of Tuesday, 19th January. He also warns the central government members that If they fail to take this step, I Tamoghna Halder, shall join comrade Rohith to form a barricade that your water cannons will never be able to break.
The full text of Tamoghna is attached
Alright. First things first. I am not very conversant in English, still, this needs to be written in English.
This is to inform the Govt. of India, that I Tamoghna Halder, a non resident Indian enrolled in the PhD prog of Economics department in University of California, Davis, give you a deadline till 12 (IST) at noon of Tuesday, 19th January. By this time, I demand the resignation of Bangaru Dattatreya, Smriti Irani, Alok Pande, and the VC of UoH. There is no question of negotiation with any of the aforementioned names. If you fail to take this step, I Tamoghna Halder, shall join comrade Rohith to form a barricade that your watercanons will never be able to break.
People who know me closely enough, they know I am a bit careless. Some call me emotional, often to undermine the power of sensitivity that I possess. I hope this time as well, as soon as I post this, people might come forward to make me understand how a political battle should be fought. I know how it is fought. It waa fought by a person whom history remembers as the Tank Man. I know how a political battle is fought. Comrade Rohith taught me last night. I read his letter. Contrary to the popular view of it, I believe that letter was the most political piece I have ever read. When I say this, trust me, no matter how less it is, I have read Marx. I have read Mao. I have read Chomsky. People who know me, know that I am a believer of the politics of pain. I performed last night. After I read the letter by Rohith, I was sitting in a dumpster, almost naked. My face painted white. As if there is no other colour in this world, apart from a little black and red. Then I got drenched in rain. It was cold. Too cold. As if there is no life left on this earth. I shouted. With each drop of saliva that came out, I felt that am choking. My friend recorded the video. She was horrified at the instantaneous impact of it. I was not. It was a rubbish work. It had no impact at all. The impact of Rohith’s death could never be matched. be matched. As a performer and an activist, I am not strong enough to express my disgust through a poem. Through a song. Not even through my body. Hence it took me twelve hours to decide how to perform in solidarity of Rohith. After a serious thought, I have decided, that it is the time to perform my last performance. Not just in solidarity of Rohith. But in solidarity of the farmers who died in India as well. In solidarity with Akhlaq. In solidarity with everyone whom the state was able to murder through its fascist machineries. No. I am not saying that this is the most democratic way of protest. Well, how do you expect a democratic protest from a 23 year old person who in his life have never seen what democracy is. And yes, if someone thinks that this is a blackmail, you are right dear friend. It is a blackmail. In reply to the countless opressions that the state continues to do on the people of India, I do not mind blackmailing them. Anyway, who am I? A bloody NRI ,right? I would not even vote for any of the parties in the next election. As he said, humans are turned into numbers. In votes. So ideally it should not even matter. Also, unlike my other works, this one will not be recorded. Simply because it is my last performance. Instead of the sound and the visuals, I will use words in next few hours. Each hour, I will watch your move closely. And share my words. No . Not the political ones. But personal ones, as I hear the sound of death, I will write the best of poems with them. The best letters of love shall be written. Remember, personal is political. Meanwhile the students and the working class of India shall rise. Rise in millions. From five to five million. We will grow stronger. With each hour passing by, we will rise and rise and rise.
Your time starts now. So does my performance. The last performance.
So, Is Government takes some steps or not? Is another man commits suicide? Let’s see.