It’s me who is responsible, along with several crores of Indians, for the mayhem in the roads of Delhi today.
I still remember a close uncle, in a family gathering, sharing his views on the Shaheen bagh protests. He said “They all are terrorists, no one should be spared. Lock them all up.”, as he sipped from his glass of whiskey. I also remember a mutual friend in my workplace talking about how Hindus, in the past 72 years after independence, have repeatedly tried to kill each and the Muslims in this country.
In both the scenarios, I became a quiet observer, without objecting to their remarks; ignoring their comments as childish and immature.
Today, the same remarks have been amplified, and both of them kept on sharing their views with different people and somewhere, someday, someone believed their remarks and acted upon it.
Those people on the roads, with stones and guns in their hands, are just mediums to the end. The actual culprits are people like my uncle and my friend who motivated them to reach out to their guns. I really don’t know who is responsible for the ongoing violence in Delhi, all I know is that human lives are at risk.