 انگریزی میں بات کرنگا معاف کیشیئے میں ساتھ سکتا ہوں گے مدیالی پویم پن انٹردیت ہے ادھار لنک پویم پویم نے ادھار نمبر 987654321001 شیہ جن کے موارد آپ ایکے ٹائیمڈی راستی اور فرمیر کے DHیویو مکہش سنگز میرے گاڑی ہے جبانی مون کے سور پر فرمیر باں پوستوار شنسو اسی پر م 것처럼 توویر ہیڈو بھلٹرین ہے برمح استر عابد اپنی نارائن اشاہسٹرہ ، اپنی رامباہن ، کدی پہلے مہین آاسٹرہ ، ہمارے درڈٹیوں میں ہداییوں میں اپنی پڑھیں. اپنی بولئٹ ٹریبلیت اور۔ کلبورگی سوپ ، پنسارے ویسٹ ، دھبولکر سنٹرن ، اس دستانیشن سیٹن بینگلوڈ where it rockets through a pulsating heart. This train now will pass through under skin arteries and veins and nerves, tunneling through bone marrow and muscles, till it comes to rest on a magnificent spine bridge, perched like a toy train in a full moon light, till the slightest breeze causes the compartments to topple into a depthless one by one. Ladies and gentlemen, I am not here as a journalist and I know you have not called me a talk as an actor. I am here as a citizen of this country, whose worry was a lot of questions and I have a lot of questions to journalists too because I am a citizen of this country that might open my papers, news papers or listen to the media or television. I am afraid, I am not sure they are speaking the truth. I see true stories buried between lines as a citizen of this country. I see that I am misguided by journalists. Why am I so sensitive? You know me after Gowri Lankesh but why am I here after Gowri Lankesh? It goes back to 35 years of my life. I remember those days when I was a youngster and Gowri's father Lankesh was our mentor, who was an editor, who was a journalist, who was a writer, who was a visionary. He ran a paper without any advertisements again. He ran a paper on subscription and I remember as an youngster asking him how do you survive. He says no I am alive because I am running on subscriptions. If I take advertisement I will be dead. He knew he had the integrity to live. I remember I am sensitive, I am worried about today because when I grew up as an youngster, journalists and editors like Lankesh had created a space where we could speak. We could find our identity through our voices, whether it was poetry, whether it was short stories, whether it was novels, whether we were activists, whether we were investigative journalists. There was a common space and to see a daughter of such a man killed. I am more worried today in this country. Mr. Lankesh died. Death I have realized is something we all know. It's saying bye to life. Nobody dies rejecting life. They live a life and they go. It's painful but we say bye. But Gauri's death was not that. Somebody stopped her from living. Somebody stopped her from speaking. This is why I am here. This is why I have raised my voice. And I don't speak because somebody told me. I am here to share what I see when I travel to Karnataka during the elections. It is not the national press. It is not the national journalist who are being attacked. More is the regional. Because I don't belong to any political party. I decide that it's my responsibility to go to people. And all I did was I went to the press. Every district media conferences I had, press meets I had. I knew I was speaking to somebody bought already. There was a press meeting in Bagelkot where I was speaking. And there was one journalist who was questioning me, irritating me, trying to put words into my mouth. And I asked him, are you a journalist? And later I came to know he was a driver of the local BJP MLM. And the rest of the journalists were silent about it. Buying journalists, silencing journalists. It's not a phenomena which is today. This has happened from decades. We have seen it. But what worries me is the organized way they are doing it today. None of those journalists were my friends who were very happy with me when I was an actor. With my performances when I was to write. Were silent. I asked a local small newspaper that how come during these elections all the papers had the advertisement of BJP in their cover page. And they said we were paid 3 months back. They had booked it. And I said how much do you get? It's a very local paper and he said I get 2.5 lakh per day. And the money is already paid for the next 60 days. There were journalists, my friends who have grown with me with the protest movement of Karnataka. Literary movement of Karnataka. And they said no we are not writing anything against you. We were silent. I said how much did they pay you to be silent. There were people who were writing against me creating wrong news about me spreading fake news. But few where I had my press meets when I spoke the truth. They saw to it that was not in the press. They were paid to be silent. Some express their fear that you go away. The country doesn't even know I am a journalist and I exist here. And they'll kill me. They'll hurt me. They'll remove me from the job and I'm worried about it. We need to be worried about how organized these people are. Recently in Tamil Nadu all the heads of the media houses had a meeting with Prime Minister Narendra Modi. None of the papers nor any photographs came out in the press. This was unearthed by a citizen like me. A few other citizens and they started asking questions. What transpired with them? What did you talk? When you can make news of somebody sneezing. How come this is not out and then they say no he had called for a meeting to know how my government is doing. Why I am worried today is we have known political parties starting their own papers. Fine. In the past we have seen political parties people in power buying journalists few of them. That is fine. But today I am worried about how media houses are bought. How people are brainwashed to think, to hate somebody, to believe what is false. This is something which is very worried. I'm not going to talk about details because there are a lot of other people who will talk. But I'm here as again to show solidarity with you because in this time of despair and pain I see hope that there are few journalists who come together and who are not sold. And I'll end this talk with a poem, a British poem which very much suits you. Because you are the future, you are the hope, you are my strength for the fight we are fighting. I'll end by saying this is a poem by a British journalist written in 1938 and a fellow journalist told me to read this out to you. You cannot hope to bribe or twist, thank God, the British journalist. But seeing what the man will do unbribe, there is no occasion to. I hope, fear of you will not sell yourself. We will pursue, we will continue to question, with spine, without fear. And I see hope and light at the end of the talk. Thank you.