Every hearing, every agonizing moment spent staring at the
vacant seat where the complainant should have been, etched deeper wounds of
frustration and despair within me. How could they, in their unfathomable
silence, remain so callous, so indifferent to the profound impact their
baseless accusations had on the fabric of my existence? It felt as though I was
trapped within the sinister machinations of a sadistic game, manipulated like a
pawn by unseen hands that reveled in tearing down my very essence, piece by
excruciating piece.
In the year 2019, my voice found solace within the pages ofYouth ki Awaaz, as I summoned the courage to expose the dark undercurrents that
had enveloped my life. With trembling hands and a heart burdened by fear, I
penned a searing protest against the glaring technical fault that marred the
visit of the esteemed UN Special Rapporteur on the plight of Human Rights
Defenders. Little did I know that my act of defiant truth-telling would set in
motion a cascading series of events, unravelling a malevolent conspiracy
meticulously orchestrated by influential figures and elitist puppeteers lurking
within the corridors of civil society.
Their insidious actions birthed a chilling silence, a
suffocating cloak of secrecy that enshrouded my cases, while simultaneously
igniting a malicious campaign aimed at stripping away the very fabric of my dignity.
As I traversed the opulent halls of power in both Kathmandu and Bangkok, my
heart heavy with the weight of disillusionment, I bore witness to clandestine
discussions where the truth itself became a pawn in their sinister game of
deceit. The very institution entrusted with safeguarding justice, the National
Human Rights Commission (NHRC), became ensnared within the tangled web of
corruption, colluding shamelessly with the corrupt elements of the police force
and certain civil society organizations.
Silence is no longer an option in the face of such abhorrent
horror. With every fiber of my being, I vehemently condemn this grotesque joint
venture that has wickedly ensnared me within the clutches of false accusations,
unjustly branding me with the indelible mark of a crime I did not commit. The
weight of their treachery bears down upon my spirit, threatening to crush it
into oblivion. It is in this moment of utmost despair, in the darkest recesses
of my shattered soul, that I find the strength to raise my voice, to implore
the Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI), the last flickering ember of hope in
my relentless pursuit of truth, to launch a thorough and uncompromising
investigation into the nefarious labyrinth of deception that engulfs my life.
For justice to truly prevail, for the blinding light of truth
to pierce through the suffocating darkness, the tangled nexus of malevolence
that seeks to obliterate me must be exposed in its entirety. I beseech those
wielding power and influence to heed my impassioned plea, to recognize the
grave injustice that has befallen me, and to stand resolutely by my side in
this arduous fight for vindication. The road ahead may be treacherous, fraught
with peril and uncertainty, but I shall not waver in my unwavering pursuit of
justice and the ardent restoration of my shattered honor. Together, we can
emerge triumphant from this abyss, heralding a new dawn where truth and justice
reign supreme.
Link : https://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2019/07/eye-wash-tactics-of-national-human-rights-commission-nhrc/
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