Divided, again!

The Princely state of Kashmir, which sustained its individuality and identity all through the British rule, became a dispute, after two Independent Nations were created. While the two nations breathed fresh, Kashmir was choked. And, so were the aspirations, dreams and desires of Kashmiri people. Some win, some lose its pat of the game but when a game costs hundred thousand people, it becomes a dreaded reality. Something one needs to ponder over, and give a genuine thought.
If some one asks me about two nation theory, I would say, my regards for it are more than that for Quantum theory and Newton’s Laws. Yes, yes I am not a science student but every one is aware about these two theories. None of the theories is directly related to the humanity or have any human regard. Sir Mohammad Iqbal gifted people of Hindustan with this unparallel gift. But then that was based on logic and conscience.
Kashmir faced its first partition, in 1947-1948 war, resulting in Azad Kashmir and Indian Occupied Kashmir. Lines of Division quite clear from the name. And now, as some one calls it, “Two and a Half districts” have almost parted away, with the Hindu Fanatics trying to divide the same on communal lines. I wonder, and am amazed at the intellect of the common jammuites, who do not understand that in a Muslim Majority state, where about two hundred thousand Muslims were massacred in communal riots. Others maintained the calm, not because they could not take revenge but because they wanted a peaceful state which was not divided on communal lines.
I believe it’s high time for the people of Jammu to decide their fate of sustaining their individuality or get lost in the sea of people they do not identify with.

Colonial Rule!

All through these days I saw black clouds gathering over the city. It has darkened the roads and blackened the alleys. I don’t know if black is symbolic and referring to prevailing condition in the valley. Or is it just the smoke from guns and canisters of tear gas which is rising up. It is the mass uprising of youth. It’s the same age band which took arms in early 90’s. The Amarnath Controversy re invigorated the freedom struggle. Only that it lacks arms and violence, on the part of Kashmiri’s. It has refueled the passion of Independence. Divorcing India has just become inevitable. May be a genocide could lead to few years of silencing the resistance again. But, the writing is very much on the wall. Today or tomorrow, it’s only Right to self determination which would settle the scores.
For past three months, the life has crippled in the valley on almost every front. Economy and Education are the two worst hit. Apart from that Indian forces are being provided with Incentives for Injuring and Killing every Kashmiri. And that a State has been left divided by the Hindu Fanatics, who came across from all over India to fuel the hatred on communal lines. Something they have been doing in secular India for so many years and have gone unnoticed. Just because they follow the path of HINDUTVA and dream of AKHAND Bharat. Nothing more has found space. Or better description would be, everything is choked.
When I say I rather believe strangers then the India I have known. I say that from experience. Experience of being an occupied nation and the victim of sheer violence of state. Experience, of being humiliated at every nook and corner of my land, by some one who lacks the sense of act. Experience of seeing a ninety year old crippled man being beaten ruthlessly by the inhuman Indian forces. Experience of hearing the women wail, while Indian forces barge into their houses and do acts of vulgarity, while the men are pointed under the guns. Experience of seeing five year old kid being picked up and beaten to pulp. Experience of seeing and hearing all kind of inhuman acts they perform as a ritual to scare people and dumb their senses.
I then wonder, what makes India call itself a biggest democracy. The Indian state cannot provide Kashmiri’s with their basic democratic right, i.e the right to Self determination which was promised by the stalwart Indian leader and agreed by one and all. Can’t they just be truthful to their own nation? While opinion started building up in the civil society of India, the government started disowning its own intelligentsia. If the opinions are scanned, the lack of humanism is quite evident not to talk of the soft corner for Kashmiri’s and they evidently speak as Indian’s. Even then their voices have been silenced.
Thousands have already been killed, yet India has not woke up to the reality of Kashmir. For past 60 years as evident it has not been able build belongingness. Through oppression and other colonial technique’s it has widened the gap. A nation as big as this, is unable to understand that Kashmir is not an economical problem neither is it an internal problem.
They talk of Rights and believe in curbing civil liberty. The state betrays its own people. And the nation betrays the world. Not to talk of Kashmir, it has not been able to secure the rights of minorities in India.

Louk Char!

Lit the night by fire,

…and,

I will wait for

the buyer to come.

I haven’t sold

my soul though,

hunger

has taken the toll.

Unarmed Soldiers!

A clear spring morning,

draped with the smell of blood.

Pathways, all across

have been painted red.

How many would they kill today?

Perhaps not a million on the way.

I fear my death for no reason,

Life doesn’t promise honor either.

Daggers have stabbed our hearts,

bullets have pierced through.

Stun guns fired from short range,

killing all in family though.

We march on the streets,

with hands high above shoulders.

We are the unarmed soldiers

of an occupied nation.

I do not face the mirror,

I saw a martyr in a friend.

He lives in the memories

in soul of her mother.

Millions are on the roads,

for thousands who have been killed.

We shoulder them to graveyards,

not their convictions.

Kashmir is in news again,

but they painted it colourless.

Again we are discarded,

again we go unnoticed.

They glorify their tales, acclaim our Killers.

They called our freedom struggle, “Terrorism”.

What would end our woes?

We have genocide in waiting.

Entitle me an opinion,

Do not hijack my thoughts.

Let me talk,

…world hears.