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Violence in Delhi: TOI correspondent tells his first-hand experience | Delhi News


NEW DELHI: Walking from Jafrabad subway station to Maujpur-Babarpur station, I could never imagine that the second day of the protests would be as ugly as what developed in front of my eyes.
When I stood a few meters ahead of the Maujpur-Babarpur station, I could hear shots one after another. My first instinct was that a gun was fired, but after seeing a cloud of white smoke I realized that the police were firing tear gas shells. Minutes later, I saw two men running with a wounded policeman on the shoulder. The policeman was quickly taken to a gypsy policeman.

Some young people put tilak on the forehead of the passers-by and when they approached me, I politely refused. The speakers in Maujpur Chowk were constantly shouting “Jai Shri Ram”.
Soon I saw anti-CAA protesters on one side of the road near Kabir Nagar and pro-CAA agitators on the other side. The small bridge over the drain was the only saving grace since the police stood guard there creating a no man’s land. Mediators trying to move forward were asked to stay behind while throwing stones. The players wore helmets.
Even when the police tried to calm the situation, the news of the protesters set fire to a house. I ran to the chowk and saw a tower of smoke coming out near a dump. I saw a mafia breaking shop locks with lathis and throwing something into the fire.
When I tried to capture him on my cell phone, a young man shouted: “Snatch your phone. The media is recording us and not them. “I silently put my phone away. A mob soon came to us and managed to hold on to a railing with the help of TOI photojournalist Anindya Chattopadhyay. This happened twice.
I returned to Maujpur Chowk and saw a mob of 60 people asking a man who left Kabir Nagar for his identity and then hit him. The police rushed and four people took the man with a bloody face. Then I saw a man breaking the identification plate of a bakery with the others around him clapping happily.
The biggest fear I witnessed was leaving the area. Walking on the stones and the bricks, people thought I was a stone thrower. Fortunately, I and two other reporters managed to get to our car. The fear that a stone will be thrown from a roof hitting me still haunts me. I will wear a helmet tomorrow.

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