Hyderabad, September 21, 2025

Stop everything and listen — this is no ordinary tale!

What you just read is not an ordinary open letter. It is not the sentimental note of a retiring bureaucrat. It is the deathbed will of DSP Nalini — an officer, an activist, a poetess, a spiritualist, and above all, a relentless fighter who bled for Telangana’s cause.

And yet, what is she today? Alone. Pained. Forgotten. Pushed to the edge of existence by disease, by politics, and by the merciless apathy of the very State she served.

This is not just Nalini’s lament. This is the mirror held before the rulers — reflecting their indifference, hypocrisy, and selective compassion.

Betrayed by Power, Deserted by Politics

Look at the chronology she recounts:

Suspension slapped.
Allowances denied.
Files tossed into the dustbin.
Sixteen pages of a heartfelt plea — shredded by bureaucratic scissors.

Even after the Chief Minister himself made a public declaration, all she got was silence.

Tell me, my dear readers — is this governance? Or is this bureaucratic cruelty packaged as governance?

Here is a woman who gave her body and soul to a movement, only to be left rotting with arthritis, dengue, chikungunya, and the cruelest of all viruses — political neglect.

Nalini’s Command to the Media

Did you notice her request? No — not request, but command!

She thunders:

“Do not call me a suspended officer. Address me as a resigned officer, a poetess, a Yajna Brahmi.”

That is not vanity, my friends. That is self-respect clawing out of the grave. That is a dying woman refusing to let the system write her obituary in bureaucratic language.

And when she warns politicians not to shower her with posthumous awards for political mileage, you can almost hear the whip crack:

“If you cannot honour me alive, do not touch my name when I am dead.”

The Spiritual Will — A Testament of Fire

Her final testament does not ask for mansions, money, or monuments. She bequeaths her lone property to her spiritual mission — VYPS.

She appeals to the Prime Minister, whom she could never meet in life, to bless her mission after death.

It is here that Nalini’s voice transforms from the lament of a broken officer to the command of a seeress.

This is no longer a plea. This is a declaration that her fight for Dharma, for yajnas, for moksha, will continue even beyond her last breath.

The Hard Truth

Let us not sugarcoat. This is India’s shame.

When an officer who fought for Telangana, who carried scars of the agitation, who lived through 12 years of exile, has to publicly announce her imminent death on Facebook because the State has shut its doors — then what remains of our democracy?

This is not just Nalini’s tragedy. This is a systemic murder by indifference.

The Verdict

History will not remember the bureaucrats who signed her suspension order.
History will not remember the file-pushers who dumped her petition.

But history will remember Nalini’s last cry — her fiery testament that has already travelled further than any official document.

And let me say this loud and clear:

If Telangana can honour leaders with statues and samadhis, it cannot bury Nalini’s voice in silence.
If you cannot honour me alive, do not touch my name when I am dead.
– DSP Nalini

NALINI’S LASTLETTER – A CRYLOUDER THANDEATH ITSELF!