I was under mental stress for a week due to the beating of the police.

 

My name is Pawan Kumar, age 30 years, (Divyang) father Late Harilal Modi, I am a resident of village Khuta, Post-Khuta, Thana- Satgaon, District- Koderma, Jharkhand. I am physically handicapped and unable to move. If I have to go anywhere in my house, then my family members and nearby people take us to take them. If we have to go far, we go by tricycle.
 
My incident is that a boy had a road accident in the neighborhood of my house as we heard that Raja Kumar who had a road accident could have been saved. But due to the negligence of the doctors here, he lost his life. Many people in my village were very angry about this. Medicine in every fifth house of my village house. He had only one son who was very promising and used to listen and do everything in the village house. But that too is no more. The whole village was immersed in grief due to this incident. Then a few people of the village sat on the road on 18th June for the Gharna demonstration. About 50 to 60 people were sitting on the road making social distance. All this was happening in front of my house and I was watching. We felt that people are going to make some changes today. There will be some effect of their household.
 
After some time, this protest demonstration slowly started taking the form of a crowd, the police was also present here and people were shouting slogans, it was only a matter of time that a large number of people gathered and the round of slogans became very fast. Slogans were being given that "Remove Chandramohan, save Satgaon", stop Geeta clinic, stop looting in the name of health etc. Slogans were going on. I had work in Satgaon market so I went to Basodih on my tricycle before that crowd. People were coming back and forth. I thought these people would make some changes today, the anger of the people was strong and the slogan was also loud. At that time I was doing my work in Satgaon market, the crowd was moving forward. I was watching from afar Then we came to know that some people are pelting stones on the hospital. Then I felt that something wrong would happen. I started watching for some time, then suddenly the police reached to us. After which we could tell something to the policeman that the police started pelting sticks on me too.
 
Didn't even tell us anything and beat me to inflate my body. I kept begging them a lot that I am Divyank. Why are they killing us but they did not listen to me and we were beaten up. I was tormented by pain. I had injuries in parts of my body that were more complex and break places. I was not able to bear the pain now, so immediately went to the doctor and got myself treated there, after the treatment, I came to my home. In the house, I kept crying with pain, we felt again and again that why the police killed us, we had not done any mistake then why did the CRPF jawan kill us. We were feeling guilty from inside. We were very upset. I was under mental stress for a week, people used to respect me a lot. I am fed up with so many thoughts of how I will go in front of him.
 
I feel very at peace to tell you all this. We feel that we will get justice now. All we say is that the police who have beaten us should take judicial action on that matter and we should get justice.

Daughter was hospitalized and Police broke my hand with a stick

 

I am Manoj Modi, age 52, father late Badan Modi a native of village Tilaiya post Tilaiya police station Tilaiya district Koderma, Jharkhand. My wife and my 2 children live in my family. We run a grocery shop in Tilaiya city and live happily with my family.

On May 5, 2020, at about 10 o'clock at night, I was returning home from Aryan Hospital in the city. The entire city was in lock down. Not a single person could be seen on the road. I had reached the police station by my bike only when a policeman stopped my car and asked us where you are coming from. We said, sir, he is coming from Aryan Hospital. My daughter is going to be delivered. He is admitted to bear. On hearing this, the policeman said that after fighting with liquor, he used to fight with the police, we said, sir, we have not drunk. The police said angrily to me that the liquor is coming and lying that you are coming from the hospital. I said, sir, you have a machine, so check it out. It will be clear that I have drunk or not.

  

As soon as the police spoke, the police started abusing me dirtyly and picked up sticks and started running on my entire body. We were screaming, but there was no one to hear my voice in that silence. I was groaning with pain but he abused us by abusing there. While beating, every time he would say "Drunk is coming and saying that he is coming from this hospital". The policeman did not stop even once to see the hospital slip or pass. The hand of the stick broke my hand. We were completely half dead. Blood was coming out from place to place in my body. At that time there was a feeling of silence in my mind. My family members picked us up to take them to a private clinic where I was treated. Till now I was destitute for my daughter but now I sat down with my grief. That incident caused fear in me. The government had given up emergency service but the policeman did not stop even once and saw the paper. What could I do?

 I was compelled that he was a policeman, we could do anything, we were knowing that there would be no action on that policeman, but the villagers met the Superintendent of Police and asked for his satisfaction and applied to the police station but nothing happened in this incident. I was feeling scared for a long time. We were not even talking to anyone at home and in our locality. We felt that what people would think that what happened to me or I would have made some mistake for which we were done. That's why many people were not even talking to us. My daughter came back home. I was very sad that I could not go to the hospital to see my daughter again, I met my daughter at home.

 

When I remember this incident even today, we cry. After talking to you, arouse some hope.