For what????

"Is it for the cold winds in the refrigeration factory, exchanging our labor-cracked hands for rewards colder than our sweat? Is it to always be outsiders under those arrogant stares, even though our taxes pave their roads, our trucks deliver their goods, and our built houses shelter their comfort?"

"No! Nahin! We've swallowed this silent suffering long enough, this demand for us to be submissive like lambs to the slaughter, as the 'model minority'! They appreciate our curry but scorn our skin color; they steal our wisdom but silence our voices; they extract our labor (Mehnat ka Ras) and call us greedy when we ask for a fair share!!"

"Look at the suffering we've endured:

The invisible wall of caste!!! On this land claiming equality, a new 'Varna' (caste) has been erected! The glass ceiling is as strong as diamond, blocking our steps to rise."

"Our names become blemishes on resumes, our accents are mocked on the path to promotion! The doors of opportunity open wide for 'their own', but remain locked for us!

The withering of cultural roots. They ask us to 'integrate', but demand we strip off the sarees of our souls, the tilak from our foreheads, silence the temple bells and the hymns of Guruwara!

Our children are mocked at school for their lunches, our festivals viewed as spectacles instead of sacred! They want us to become pale shadows, losing the courage of Rama, the justice of the Sikh Master, the wisdom of Kabir!

When our elders wander lost in the healthcare system due to language barriers, when our youth become targets of violence on the streets because of their skin color, when our visas become chains binding us to the mercy of employers—where is Justice? Where is fairness? Why are the laws that promise to protect everyone so slow for us? Are our tears cheaper than others'?

Used and Forgotten: When they need us, we are the 'hardworking Indians', building railways, opening small shops, filling labor shortages. After the crisis? We become burdens, the ones 'taking jobs', scapegoated for their social issues! Our sacrifices and contributions, easily erased, like names written in the sand!

We've had enough! Bas Ho Gaya!!!!

We are not beggars pleading for alms! We are the descendants of Aryan Varta! We are the offspring of warriors who built glorious civilizations, nurtured profound philosophies, and bravely confronted colonizers! In our veins flows the strategy of Chandragupta, the valor of Rani Lakshmibai, the spirit of sacrifice of Baghat Singh!

It's time to awaken! Jaago! Arise!

This land of maple leaves is our land too! We've watered it with our sweat, built it with our toil, supported it with our taxes! We have the right to demand respect! Demand equality! Demand justice! Demand our share of the sunshine we deserve!

"Rise!"

"We are not here to beg. We are here to claim back our dignity, our rights, our rightful place under the Canadian sun! Let our actions flow ceaselessly like the Ganges, let our resolve be unwavering like the Himalayas!"

"Zindabad! Zindabad! Hamara Haq!(Long live! Long live! Our rights!!)"

July 15, 1993, 14:22 in the afternoon.

Over 900 Indians in Canada, uprising!

But the process...

They charged into city hall with goblin portraits raised.

"Goblin God strike??"

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