I feel great, sufferings have changed. It has been few days, since I started writing the “Protest Blog”. This is my way to protest, but I don’t want to miss on the big things as well. History is in making. Some times I just want to leave loose the person inside me. But, then I slam it back to the dungeon of my soul. I wonder what my soul demands, may be silence and solitude. Damn, storm is what follows the silence. I do not have answers, but questions for myself. I am not a pessimist and I don’t want to electrocute myself. I just want answers, to be silent. I want to discover insanity in me.
Jaagou Jaagou Subaha Hui. Kashmir finally seems to have risen to a revolution. Revolution in its total essence and of fundamental nature. One hundred thousand people have thronged the city centre. And that one slogan, Hum Kya Chahtey, Azaadi is all what can be heard. It seems 100 acres would make India pay whole of the state. People no more are raising slogans against SASB or 100 acres. Looks like only freedom will suffice them now. I bet if you look at the city center from some height, you would forget the wave of a football stadium. The sight is one the kind. Phew, but they made me run the way.
They killed a girl protestor yesterday. Do they not know what we call men who raise hands to beat women? May be they know and they want themselves to be called so. Valley finally has a night life. Shahri-Khas is witnessing post dinner protests and sloganeering. It has almost become a daily routine to hoist green flags with crescent and star on the historical Clock tower. Guns are no more scaring people; neither is death a de-motivating factor. Not less then half a dozen bunkers, and police stations have been set on fire. Many cabinet ministers threatened to death.
What would India be thinking right now? May be deciding on how to punish the Governor, S K Sinha. First, he united factions of Hurriyat conference, something which took Indian intelligentsia 10 years to break. And, then his irrational and stupid land grab that gave people a cause to stand for. Some thing which took Indian army 20 years, to make state look normal, even though it was not. What a blessing in disguise for people of state. I believe the governor was idiot enough to make hungry lion smell the meat. And now the lion wants all of it, rather than the piece of meat.
Heard, Yaseen Malik was beaten and his arm fractured. That’s going to make them pay more, may be Punjab. It has been drizzling all through the morning. Isn’t that what we call, “Showers of Blessing”? I just dream of how coffee with a chocolate truffle will taste in Free Kashmir. Even hunger would be pleasant then. At least we would be masters of our own fate, death or life no concern.
I feel proud of my changed world. Nothing is same today. Everything has turned beautiful. Even the burning tiers and smoke shells smell good. All I see is brotherhood. A nation is in rising. It’s violent but I smell trust and truthfulness. Nothing can stop the wave. And nothing less than freedom would do.
