The difficulty of dissent
September 05, 2016 09:49
"Get out of my country, you bloody b***h! Those were the words a complete stranger shouted at me just before exiting the metro. A few minutes earlier, he had said I would be torn to a thousand bits had this been Pakistan.
It had all started innocuously enough, on what appeared to be a regular Saturday afternoon, as I made my way back home from college. The man approached me asking if he could see the badges pinned on my bag. Theres one with a quote from Rohith Vemulas suicide note, another from when I saw Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and a third about azadi with the words JNU ke saath.
That was what had got his attention. I had seen him looking at me earlier, but had chalked it up to him trying to get a look at the metro route, blinking above me. He appeared to be in his twenties, dressed in a kurta-pajama, basically, your regular metro commuter.
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It had all started innocuously enough, on what appeared to be a regular Saturday afternoon, as I made my way back home from college. The man approached me asking if he could see the badges pinned on my bag. Theres one with a quote from Rohith Vemulas suicide note, another from when I saw Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and a third about azadi with the words JNU ke saath.
That was what had got his attention. I had seen him looking at me earlier, but had chalked it up to him trying to get a look at the metro route, blinking above me. He appeared to be in his twenties, dressed in a kurta-pajama, basically, your regular metro commuter.
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