An Art Tribute to Rohit Vemula who sent a Shiver up the Spine of Fascism with his Death
When life, thoughts ,actions, diversity and even death becomes pointless,
when nations, gods and power stand guard for the borders created by humans,
when protests and struggles are getting saturated,
An Art Tribute to Rohit Vemula who sent a shiver up the spine of fascism with his death
An Art Tribute to Rohit Vemula who sent a shiver up the spine of fascism with his death
Aren’t we all born free in this world?
Aren’t we all entitled to equal justice?
Engrained in golden alphabet
Is the right to do what we chose!
Engrained in golden alphabet
Is the right to do what we chose!
Aren’t we all born free in this world?
Why did you spill blood on the little bit of blue sky that was ours
Why did you judge upon us with eyes blindfolded..
India is my country
I love my country
All Indians are my brothers and sisters
I am proud of its rich and varied heritage
I love my country and my people
I am writing this kind of letter for the first time.
My first time of a final letter.
Forgive me if I fail to make sense..
I was wrong, all the while, in understanding world.
In understanding love, pain, life, death.
But I always was rushing. Desperate to start a life.
All the while, some people, for them, life itself is curse.
My birth is my fatal accident.
I loved Science, Stars, Nature,
but then I loved people without knowing that people have long since divorced from nature.
Our feelings are second handed.
Our love is constructed.
Our beliefs colored.
It has become truly difficult to love without getting hurt.
The value of a man was reduced
to his immediate identity and nearest possibility.
To a vote. To a number. To a thing.
Never was a man treated as a mind.
People may dub me as a coward.
And selfish, or stupid once I am gone.
I am not bothered about what I am called.
I don’t believe in after-death stories, ghosts, or spirits.
If there is anything at all I believe,
I can travel to the stars. And know about the other worlds.
I believe that I can travel to the stars.
Martin ! Saji ! Sudheesh
“Oorali”
Members Oorali:
Martin John C – Vocals Percussion | Saji Kadampattil – Guitars, Vocals | Sudhish Velur – Percussion & Soundscapes | Shaji Surendranath – Lyrics | Jubith Namradath – Lyrics | Kadammanitta Ramakrishnan – Poems | Sudheesh/ /Jeez Raj – Art, Posters & Visuals
Editor – Anand Ramdas
Artistes of this troupe were brualised by the Thrissur police on March 17 2016