To explain my last post, Rohtak was my surrogate home for over a decade. I went there in 1994, I did my MBBS and MS there. I experienced hostel life, made new friends and spent probably the best time of my life in that backward, deprived, filthy city. It wasn’t heaven, not by a long shot. But the distorting lens of time and my personal experiences still imbue that place with a golden halo. The reasons why the riots started and whether they are justified are long and complex and emotive.
For now it is just too painful to see places I knew so badly damaged, restaurants I ate in burned to the ground, roads I walked on covered with shattered glass and skeletons of vehicles. This was so near home; you literally walk out of the campus, turn left and you’re on this road.
It was a trigger for me that I least expected…..The city is under curfew and the army has been called out. The medical college has been shut down, the hostels evacuated (where could those students have gone under the circumstances?). The emergency services are still running though, and my thoughts are with my juniors and teachers as they hold the line.