He must have gone to sleep like any other Saturday, only to be woken up by a call from home. Must have talked for a little while. How would have he known that it was the last time he was talking to his family.
I did not know him, never heard about him. But I can imagine how his life must have been. Just like any other IITian - full of dreams, hopes, aspirations.
An undying spirit.
Countless friends.
How would have he known that it would just take a head ache to take all of that away.
On Sunday, he died of medical negligence.
Later in the night, the description of the last few hours of his life by a friend made every heart cry. In the silence breathed remorse and anger. The narration infused sorrow, hatred, helplessness and a feeling of guilt deep within that we were so blind that it took the death of a fellow IITian to wake up to reality.
It could have been one of my closest friends, a wingmate, a class mate and for many it was. A realization that we have just lost a long debate. Now we will shy away every time the matter of the best institute is raised. And more than that - the realization that we lack a backbone, too weak to ask for our rights. The people who come after us would laugh at us and then cry and suffer because of our failures.
Every day Rohits have headache, everyday Mithuns play football and everyday Gauravs have fever.
Hope that the Black Sunday does not repeat. Hope that we donot have to see a crowd of 5000 so silent again. Hope that his soul rest in peace and the people responsible for his death find redemption someday.
In the memory of Rohit Kumar - we will remember you.
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