Trying to reach out

An Indian medical student falls of a building on the campus of his own medical college in Yerevan, Armenia. Ironically, he dies owing to lack (denial!) of medical treatment. Nanyaar, a fellow student writes:

Frank rushed into the internet centre, and asked me to step out as he had just seen someone fall from the sixth floor. I was the second witness to the incident and while I was trying to get help, Kuldeep rush towards him. The ambulance was called for, and we were not allow to even touch Anchalia for 10 whole minutes by out hostel warden, little did I realize that later in the day I was going to understand the real meaning of every minute spent in my life.

We could see that he was finding it hard to breathe and had to put him in the recovery position, against the hostel warden’s shouting. His breathing became better, the pulse steady but he was fighting for his life. His legs were broken, a deep cut in the forehead from which a pool of blood was forming, and also occipital bone seemed to be cracked. He definitely had to have fallen in a sitting position.

The dean for foreign student arrived, a doctor herself, and did nothing but watch his helpless bodies fight against pain.

The ambulance arrived; 40 minutes later, by now a crowd had been formed. I was told later; that 3 minutes after the ambulance departed he had passed away.

It's a medical college for God's sake, how far can an ambulance be? Fellow students tried to complain to the Rector of their college and she called Indian girls protitutes and showed them the middle finger with both hands. Police ganged up on protesting students.

From a news source :

Indian Students Seek Justice in Vain

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Astonished by her behavior, the students decided to seek help in higher places.

Several hundred students marched to the National Assembly, shouting, “Help, President!” and “We Want Justice!” They were immediately surrounded by the police, who forbade the students to move to the Presidential Palace, faces frozen in dumb indifference.

“Man, I was supposed to go get my tooth fixed today,” one of them yawned, as he glanced significantly at the pavement. All the police cared about was not letting the people cross the line between the pavement and the street. I tried to find compassion in anybody's eyes, but in vain.

“What you want exactly? Tell me,” said a policeman, apparently of some high rank, not even bothering to wipe the ironical expression off his face.

“We demand that the rector resign.”

“Justice.”

“Let them act like human beings, not like nationalists.”

“If it had been an Armenian lying there, would he have been treated the same way?”

I heard it from all sides. They would ask and answer this question a hundred times within several hours, to the politicians who appeared from time to time, to the journalists, among whom there was no one from the National TV.

“We will stay here until we get the rector's resignation. We will boycott our classes; we will go back to our country. Let her at least be worried about losing the money she makes from 800 Indian students,” the Indian students said.

An elderly passer-by read their posters, which said in Armenian, “We do not need her apology, we need justice!” “Shame on the rector!” “The rector must resign!” Learning the story behind them, she said, “My dears, what you are doing makes no sense. She won't go—don't you know who her husband is?" [her husband owns a local news channel]

A young man shrugged his shoulders and said, “Guys, this kind of thing happens all the time. You're not going to accomplish anything.”

The students formed a group of four representatives and sent them to the National Assembly to meet with the vice-speaker, Tigran Torosyan.

Some time later, the vice-rector of the Medical University, Victor Sahakyan, and the second secretary of the Indian Embassy arrived.

“Let them come to the University and speak there. We don't solve our problems on the street,” he said.

Told that they had already been to the university, where they had been insulted by the rector, Sahakyan explained, “They aren't representing it to you correctly. They did not interpret it the right way.” He was immediately interrupted by the Indians, who wanted to know how else the gesture could be interpreted.

Earlier a policeman had told the students, “Guys, don't worry about it. She's a woman. Maybe she didn't know the meaning of the gesture.”

The Embassy representative, Mr. Bali, advised the students to disperse and let them settle the matter the diplomatic way.

The Embassy told the parents of the dead boy that he had committed suicide, without even waiting for the investigation to be concluded.

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Red berets appeared at the building of the Parliament, surrounding the crowd that was already surrounded by the police. As if the Indian students there were dangerous criminals.

A man in civilian clothes standing with the police looked at the crowd with frank surprise and asked, “There are more than a billion of them now, right? What they are fighting for, one more, one less?”

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Onnik, an Armenian reporter is updating his blog regularly. He as documented it nicely, and is apparently collating all sources. A couple from his articles about the same: Indian Students Seek Justice and Indian Student Protest Update. As I said previously, Nanyaar is writing first hand accounts [Its bye, We protest for justice] on his blog. I got the news via DesiPundit, and I don't think Indian media has covered this yet. If anyone of you knows anyone, let's take this forward. Let us not sit like that dumbass Indian Ambassador in Armenia and do nothing.