How was I forcedly made a sanyasi in India? Religious Prosecution in India

Right now, I am in Vietnam Hanoi in a rented apartment, still being tortured by a few people 24x7, I have not been able to go out for meal. I moved to Ha noi after 8 months of continuous struggle (religious prosecution) for survival in India. 

I started learning about the people around me, I had been living in my own apartment since 2016, but for last 10 days I was not able to sleep, eat, drink as usual because I had been overwatched and overhead 24x7x365 since my childhood when I was just 5 or 6 but that day I just came to know that there was something wrong there for me and I got scared about all night for a week.

These people used to make scary noise every whole night, somehow I could sleep for a few hours, and then in early morning they used to wake me up abruptly by making loud noise just above my head.

They were awake and alert 24x7, that means they were working in shifts to torture and disturb me. 

I remember calling 121 the police line at night, and the police called me and visited my apartment to check but they were already aware of the fact that who those people were disturbing me all night and day. The Police did not help me.

I was under the impression that the builder might have bribed the police because I had filed a noise and air pollution case against the builder in the NGT, and hence I did not call the police again.

So after 10 days I decided to leave my own apartment, and moved to south Delhi to my father's rented apartment and there too I  could not sleep well and in the early morning, I picked my bag and left for vrindavan, these people were after me in the vrindavan and I couldn't sleep in vrindavan too, I left the hotel early, did parikrama of vrindavan because shop keepers did not let me sit and relax.

I was also not able to get proper food and when I bought food or tea, was served and treated well.

Now, I slowly learned that these are state crime, in which everybody was involved, including my family members, local shopkeepers, locals, the police, temples, churches, and mosques, and people from all religions.

From vrindavan I head towards Delhi railway station, there too many were after me, just trying to scare me. 

From railway station, I was taken to a daba where I was forced to serve, clean, eat and sleep in a tiny dirty room. The police and local used to come to scare me from early morning until late night. I have never taken that worst food and unhygienic water for several days.

.......the reat in the next post......

If you are not with your parents, just think WHY...

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