Dear All
Siddharatha Mitra who is associated with AID in USA was in dantewada and 
visited VCA, he writes an article about kopa kunjam. You can contact him 
at [email protected]

best
Kamayani
Woh desh main kya hain?      “Who desh main kya hain?”, Kopa asked me. (What is 
there in that country?)      “Wahape bara bara makaan hain, rasta achcha hain, 
bohut  saare gariya hain,” I responded, “lekin aadmi aadmi se etna aasani se 
mil nehin sakte, jo yahape mil sakte hain.”(There are big buildings there, the 
roads are good, and there are many cars, but it is difficult for people to 
easily interact with each other, as is possible here.)      We were sitting in 
a wayside small tea stall in Bairamgarh. There were only twenty or so odd 
kilometers to our destination of Lingagiri, and we had felt that it would be 
good to have a break and have lunch. Kopa knew the area well, and the shop 
keeper served us delicious warm idlis and hot steaming tea soon after we took 
our seats. The long ride in from Dantewada on Kopa’s motorcycle had left us 
exhausted, and the food gave us renewed energy and strength.      “To aap
 kyon udhar hain?” (So why are you there?)      Why? And, the hidden question, 
why I am not here? Why are you here if you stay there?      “Mera kuch kaam 
hain, wahape kar raha hoon, lekin haan, is desh ko bohut yaad aata hain”, I 
said. (I am doing some work there, but yes, I do keep on thinking about this 
country.)  “ Aayein, aayein, aap idhar chala aayein”, he said. “Idhar aap ko 
sab kuch mil jayaga.” (Come, come back to this country. You will get everything 
here.)      “Haan, main aunga, kuch saalon mein”, I said. (Yes, I will return 
in a few years.)      “Mein bhi giya tha shahar. Raipur giya tha training mein. 
Lekin bilkul achcha nahin laga. Udhar sab chota ghar hai, kamra bandh rakhne ko 
hota hain. Aur aadmi bhi sab apna kaam mein rahta hain, dusro ke liye wakt 
nahin hain”, he said. (I also had been to Raipur. I never liked it there the 
rooms are small, and one has to keep the rooms all closed
 up. People are busy in their own lives, and do not have time for 
others.)      “Yeh to baat hain”. (Yes, what you say rings of the 
truth.)      And if that is Raipur, what about Delhi? Mumbai? London? New York? 
The closed quarters, the isolation in a city of millions, the desperate rush 
all the people have to do what it takes to fulfill their own dreams?      “Mera 
idhar hi achca lagta hain. Ketna hara hain, khulla aasman aur zameen. Aur humko 
aadmiyon ka beech mein kaam karne mein achcha lagta hain. Yeh social work karne 
mein mera dil hain.” (I like it here. The open skies, the green expanse. And I 
like working with people. My heart is in social work and working with the 
people.)      And no wonder the people love you too.      I saw it in every 
place I went with him. He was the voice of authority, to whom the villagers 
listened, yet he was at all times eagerly listening to any of their problems, 
and encouraging
 them, sharing a laugh with them. When in Lingagiri, he would be telling an 
eager and excited crowd of villagers about the upcoming health training 
programs, the passion and dedication came through in his voice. He genuinely 
believed that it was through the bettering of the lives of the people that the 
problems could be solved.      I never heard him singing, but I had heard that 
his voice mesmerized people. He could spread his word of joy and happiness, yet 
convey his message, in the most pleasing tones. The Gondi language is a tonal 
language, and its sing-song nature makes songs even more appealing.      And 
little did he know that in a few months, he would be languishing in the corner 
of a dark prison cell in Bairamgarh itself, perhaps only a little distance from 
this shop, mercilessly beaten and bruised, for some trumped up crime that he 
never committed?      Does he know why this has happened to him?      “We are 
not
 interested in those stupid crimes you have committed – the thought is all we 
care about”, O Brien told Winston Smith in George Orwell’s 1984.      Does the 
state at all care who killed Punem Honga? Even if they claim that Kopa did it, 
which they very well know he did not, like they knew Binayak Sen had absolutely 
nothing to do with Maoists, does it matter to them?      You see, Kopa, the 
problem is not that you might have committed such and such a murder or 
something as irrelevant as that. The authorities know that very well. Do not 
worry, some day you will be set free. Even if you are found guilty and asked to 
serve a long sentence, or perhaps after several years some “evidence” suddenly 
turns up proving your innocence. You will eventually be set free. Maybe, if 
they are feeling generous, with a word of apology.      For you have committed 
a thought crime. You have dared to hope, more so in your own way.. You have 
dared to
 imagine a world in which the people of Bastar live in harmony with their 
surroundings, as they have every right to. Gantala Baby, Adavi Ramadu’s mother, 
also dared to hope that she might not have to move again. This is your crime. 
And Gantala Baby also has committed a crime by hoping - maybe she will have to 
be punished as well.      As O’Brien went on the explain Big Brother’s ideology 
in 1984, “Humanity is the Party. The others are outside – irrelevant.”      You 
are irrelevant. Yet, you are unable to see it and are intent on spreading the 
illusion. Therefore you must be stopped.      Now, did you really not like 
Raipur? Why not? Are you sure? Don’t you think that the pattern of development 
that banishes people like you to the fringes of Indian cities is the correct 
way society should function? That there will be people who have everything, and 
some nothing, and that is the pre-destined order? Can’t you see the grand
 scheme of things? And for heaven’s sake, what is this nonsense that you are 
singing about green fields and open skies? Cannot you be happy watching the 
television, even if you have not learned to browse the internet?      Or will 
some more blows with the rubber tipped bamboo cane convince you?      You see, 
development cannot be stopped. In this world everything has its place, every 
person or object must be viewed as a resource. If that resource is not 
economically productive, it will be deemed unnecessary and will have to be 
eliminated.      If you do not like going to Raipur, Raipur will come to you. 
And you will like it. We tried to make model cities by putting people into 
camps, even opened schools for the children there, but most people did not seem 
to like it! Perhaps it was because of misguided people like you? Don’t you know 
that it costs a lot of money, and we owe large amounts to certain mining 
interests who will not be
 named – these things do not come for free?      Yes, there were one or two 
incidences of people being killed in camps like Matwada and in places like 
Singaram, but could you not see that those were an inevitable part of the 
process? We do not think you were able to understand the big picture. And who 
asked you to open your big mouth and talk about these killings to the whole 
wide world? What would they understand? Do they know what it is like in the 
forests of Bastar? Have they ever bothered to come here in all these 
years?      No, they have not. Because they do not care. But we do! And we love 
you Kopa, just as much the people in Bastar do. It is just that you are unable 
to see it at this time. But we are sure you will understand. It just would take 
some time. And it would be good for your own future. Think of it. Say when you 
are older, and stumbling along like a lost soul in a street of some megapolis, 
you might still look up with a
 clouded vision to the lights that shine from the rooms in the buildings above, 
and perhaps ask yourself the same question again - “Kya hain us desh 
mein?”       You do not want your life to come to that!      Look at the 
tribals who have joined Salwa Judum, if they could believe in the vision, why 
not you? Ok, we had to pay them a bit. But we were willing to give you a lot 
more, and even “requested” you after administering ten of the best with the 
heavy stick; You were not “forced”, as the VishwaRanjan, the DGP of 
Chhattisgarh was, during his visit to Berkeley, when he signed the petition 
urging for Dr. Binayak Sen’s release after being offered a pen and a piece of 
paper by a member of the audience. Yet you hold on your dreams, your 
aspirations, and the misguided notion that people can live within each other in 
the midst of nature and have a fulfilling life?      “When you finally 
surrender, it must be of your own free
 will”.      Dreams die last, but die they must. The civilized world has lost 
that power to dream in which humans can reside in nature, and along with each 
other. Yet dream people must. For that, they must recreate those imagined 
worlds, through the internet and television and other appliances. But in that 
world, people who have dreamed on their own will be considered threats, 
something that must be eliminated or sidelined.  And it would be the dream only 
of a few select people, for there are not enough resources to make these dreams 
for all.      Kopa, it will be difficult for you to surrender, but you can try. 
Only you can set yourself free.      The dreams of the developed world requires 
metals and other resources. Like the iron ore that comes from Bailadila in 
Bastar. The ore is washed in the river, as a result of which it flows red 
through Dantewada. As if the life of the tribals is ebbing away. Operation 
Green Hunt is meant to
 destroy everything that is verdant and vibrant, to hunt out what is green and 
living. It is not meant to capture this person or that; it is meant to break 
the will of the people and purge their minds of their false dreams and 
illusions, because of which they seem to stand against development.      Kopa, 
even after this, you might never find the answer to the question – “Woh desh 
mein kya hain?”      But it is because of you that I can question 
“development”, and somebody else will do so as well. And maybe, someday many 
more people will.      I hope your spirit will always be that light in the 
dark, which will shine in other people’s mind as it has done in the minds of 
the people you have lived for.

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