DASJ Founder

Sarita Pariyar

Writer, Social Justice Activist, and the Founding Convener of the international Darnal Award for Social Justice.
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About

Sarita Pariyar

Writer, Social Justice Activist, and the Founding Convener of the international Darnal Award for Social Justice.

Sarita Pariyar is a writer, social justice activist, and the founding convener of the international Darnal Award for Social Justice.

She writes and delivers public-lectures on caste questions and social justice issues in and outside of Nepal. Sarita serves as a board member at Samata Foundation, Nepal Madhesh Foundation, Accountability Lab, and is an advisor to ActionAid Nepal.

She holds a Master’s degree in Sociology and a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism and English Literature from Tribhuvan University. Currently, she is pursuing legal studies at the Nepal Law School, Kathmandu.

She was recently selected as a Fellow for the prestigious Draper Hills Summer Fellows on Democracy and Development at Stanford University.

Articles Written

A Touchable Woman's Untouchable Daughter: Interplay of Caste and Gender in Nepal

Drawing on more than a decade of multidisciplinary engagement with politics of dignity and social justice, this essay critically interrogates the influence of Hindu jurisprudence and its connections to the current Nepali constitution on the lower or ‘impure’ castes, especially women. The author argues that, notwithstanding the abolition of the caste system more than 50 years ago, the new constitution, which defines secularism as Sanatan Dharma–essentially preserving old Hindu traditions and practices under the law–continues to perpetuate discrimination against Dalits and other marginalized groups. She cites her own experience as an ‘untouchable’ child of a mixed-caste marriage and the tragic experience of an inter-caste alliance that led to the death of the ‘lower caste’ groom to examine our understanding of and prospects for love, violence, social inclusion/exclusion, family, citizenship, and society in Nepal. The essay succinctly focuses on the intersectionality of caste, class, gender, and religion that continues to shape everyday life and future of the ordinary people in the predominantly Hindu country
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What is Similar Between India and Nepal? Dalit Atrocities

The recent Rukum case in Nepal echoes the rampant caste violence in India. The region needs a new dalit narrative to imagine a better future.
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Champion of Justice

Remembering Suvash Darnal on the second anniversary of his death. Where do I start? How do I start remembering someone who left us so suddenly two years ago?
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A Dalit Mother’s Accounts

I’ve met many mothers in my travels around Nepal. I’ve heard the tales of their lives and struggles. I feel that not all these stories are the same. I’ve written this story as a monologue, based on what a few mothers have shared with me
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Bhauju’s Burning Questions

The rain is incessant, like the unceasing outpouring of a child’s questions for her mother. A small hut roofed with sheets beaten out from drums of bitumen. Intermittent holes filled with putty. When the rain is slanting, water gets into the house.
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From Tika to Ashes

Maya Bishwokarma was 20 when she was gang raped by her co-worker Ganesh Baduwal Manoj Bogati, Suraj Chaudhary, Bhuvan Khati and Topendra Bogati on June 26th, 2018, in Chapre community forest, Kailali. Her new job involved collecting household data from Gauriganga municipality.
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Dalit Women Representatives Are Being Excluded From Decision Making

More Dalit women representatives than ever before won seats in the local, provincial and federal legislative bodies during the latest elections. Yet some are trying to deny Dalit women their deserved glory by arguing that this was an undeserved victory, a gift of the quota system.
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The Media’s Portrayal of Dalits is Incomplete

Narratives of Dalits as just being victims of caste hierarchy ignores many stories of resistance.
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The Old Weight of Caste

It feels as if the war drum of death is beating its booming march in my body. I see a torrent of corpses falling before my naked eyes. And I see – a blue-and-red checkered shirt, a face blackened as if some acid or some other chemical had been thrown on it to render it unrecognizable. Swollen lips. The body, too, somewhat swollen. Grey jeans. A corpse muddied as if dragged there by a flooded river.
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Untouchable Stories of Touchable Vaginas

“We are but the jungle—everybody pisses in the jungle.” These words from a middle-aged sister from the Far West still jab at me like wasp stings, and leave me reeling. She says in the language of her experience and sensibilities, “My life is just like that riverbank—desolate, dry."
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