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Inquilab!
Jithe khun hain
meren veeriyan da Vishiya sadkan te haqan di luk banke Buchar khaneyan
chon jithe lok mere Nittar rahe itihas di thuk banke Maa dhartiye sada
suhagne ni Mere yaaran nu janam tu deyin uthe…
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Chale Hum Fida: Bant Singh at Chandigarh’s PGIMER |
Written by Sant
Ram Udasi, this Punjabi poem has now become Bant Singh Inquilabi’s
beloved song. The poem talks about the pride of his ‘brave brothers’
struggle’ for their rights. He asks mother earth to give them
birth again in this land where they are “emerging from the slaughter
houses where they were always the spit of history”.
In the ‘trauma ward’ of the pgimer at Chandigarh, it is
more than just Bant Singh’s mangled, sun-burnt torso that
has made him so popular among the patients, attendants and hospital
staff. Every night, this revolutionary regales the ward with inquilabi
songs and stories of his struggles. So hypnotic is the spirit of this
piggery-owner from Mansa that attendants and patients ward off security
guards and stick by Bant’s side till the early hours of the morning.
One such admirer is young Balkar Singh from Kaithal in Haryana, who
is attending upon a sick uncle on a nearby bed. Now, Balkar too wants
to join the inquilabi movement like Bant, so inspired he has become.
“I realise I have become a symbol for the oppressed to fight on.
“I never will give up my struggle. I can still sing. I can still
talk. Can they stop me from that? Never. I had decided I will always
work on my own and never as a servant of the landlords. My wounds are
grievous, I am physically helpless, but I will still work on my own,’’
says Bant, without a glimmer of self-pity.
But why did they attack? For the first time, he breaks down. “They
rape our women. They raped my daughter. I fought back. I made sure they
were punished. In every village people were becoming members of the
Mazdoor Mukti Morcha. They believed me. I told them they should stop
working for the landlords. I was one of the 10 delegates from Punjab
for the national conference on labour in Rajahmundry. All this, obviously,
outraged the landlords.”
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Dalit
Rising
Ghettoised
Indians of the gutter society, eternally condemned. Not anymore, writes
Amit Sengupta. The uprising is not a revolution, but
it is no less |
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D
for Dalit, D for defiance
The
dalits of Haryana are redesigning a new universe, Basharat
Peer reports from Gohana |
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Dalits
Who Didn't Bow Down |
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A
Torso Flaming With Spirit
After his daughter was raped, dalit singer Bant Singh fought back
for justice. He now lies without his limbs in a Chandigarh hospital.
But thousands of dalits are rallying in Punjab’s Mansa, in an
unprecedented uprising against the Jat Sikhs, reports Vikram
Jit Singh |
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Inquilab!
Every night, Bant Singh, a revolutionary singer admitted in the trauma
ward of the PGIMER at Chandigarh regales the ward with inquilabi songs
and stories of his struggles |
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Talhan
Scores for Dalit Rights
It
started with a gurdwara. It became an epic struggle, and ended in
a great victory. Vikram Jit Singh
tells the story of Talhan’s resistance which can change the
face of Punjab |
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My
Lot, My caste
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