मशीनों की दुनिया की एकलौती सांस लेती मशीन
Saturday 26 November 2011
Monday 29 August 2011
Wednesday 27 April 2011
Friday 22 April 2011
Crucifixion of Truth
Truth will be punished.
People will throw stones and they will spit on it.
When truth will bleed, people will laugh.
When truth will scream in pain, they will dance.
When truth will try to say something, they will not listen to it.
They will bring a Crown of Thorns for it.
Truth will not cry but it will smile and love and bless.
They will crucify the truth
But it will never die but spread the light and love.
Thursday 21 April 2011
Sunday 25 July 2010
वर्षगांठ
समय अपनी ही गति से चलता है, इसीलिए जो कार्य जिस समय पर कर लिए जाने चहिये, उन्हें सही समय पर कर ही लेना ठीक होता है.
परिस्थितिया विपरीत हो सकती है, पर अगर संघर्ष जारी है, तो परिस्थितियों को दोष देना मात्र बहाना बनाना जैसा है.
इस वर्ष मैं उन कार्यो को आगे बढ़ाऊंगा, जिनमे कोई प्रगति नहीं है.
जो रुक गए है
अपने जीवन में कुछ नयापन लाना तो मेरा हमेशा प्रयास रहता है, पर अब इसमें गति और सुनिश्चितता लाने पर भी ध्यान देना होगा.
Saturday 12 September 2009
Hate
Summer 1944, Germany
Starved & Bloodless pale body was hanging up side down with a rope from hours. It was not dead because I was still inside; confined in the cage of flesh and bones. Amount of blood accumulated in my cranium and eyes. I was almost blind. I couldn’t feel any movement in my legs and chest. Numbness dwelled everywhere in my body. Pangs of pains were unbearable which were rising from wounds. I had been beaten badly by German Nazi soldiers from last 14 days. I was just hanging up side down in the same position without food and water.
I was remembering my mother who was crying when I saw her last time. Soldiers were beating her mercilessly for her existence as a Jew. I was so helpless that I could only scream aloud.
Thousands of my kith and kin had been sacrificed in Tiergartenstraβe 4. They had been cut into uncountable pieces for medical examinations. Social hygiene is the name of their hatred for Jews which has nothing to do with society and its welfare. They enjoy killing people and love their cry.
Political prisoners of World War II that includes soviet & Jews prisoner, Gypsies, homophile, Journalists and people with disabilities were participating in this largest historical holocaust of human civilization. Outspoken journalists were the main target. Nazi soldiers tortured these journalists by all possible ways and eventually killed them by inhuman means. These journalists used to get nominal amount of uneatable food & water in the intervals of days. They have lost their identity and become one bare body in which skeleton is clearly visible through skin. All fat has already consumed by their own body in malnutrition.
It was difficult to identify one another, all shaven head looked similar. People were enforced to wear mandatory badges of shame. These badges were triangular in shape and different colors did separate them from the mass. For instance red colored triangular badge was for communists and political prisons, similarly green for criminals, pink for homophiles, purple for Jehovah’s witnesses, black for Gypsies and yellow for Jews.
This was a hell, where no body would ever wish to come again. They used to call it Concentration camp. This term concentration camp was first used by British concentration camp of second anglo-boer war. Nazi Concentration camp is a program of killing all those who were not worth living according to the Nazi principles. Social eugenics is the most significant agenda of Nazi party. Actually eugenics is a science in which good and healthy genes are encouraged to multiply through reproduction and unhealthy genes are killed anyways.
They want to kill all the Jews around the world because of their hate for them. And they are sacrificing other unwanted unholy people like Journalists and Gypsies in this mass killing.
When I was arrested along with my family, I was thoroughly unaware about how they would treat us. They kept us in Central jail in Berlin for some days and one day suddenly they pushed us inside a train which was already overcrowded with people. Officers were so cruel; they were putting hundreds of people in the place of capacity of 50 people. They were not listening to any one; they were beating and pushing the people inside the train mechanically. And finally they closed the iron doors from outside.
We were totally unaware where this train was going; it was complete dark inside the train. People were crying and screaming in pain, but there was no body to listen to them. Conditions were inhuman. After three days when soldiers opened the gates of the train some people had died of dehydration and some because they were beaten badly. Majority of them could not breathe and they died.
They separated the crowd of survivals into men and women. Shaved the heads of young girls and made them worker. Women raped, tortured and hurt by Nazi officers. That was the last moment when I saw my mother, she was crying.
Then all men sent to different chambers for Nazi treatment.
We spent 14 days in those chambers.
And it was my 14th Day.
It was the turn of Green and Yellow badge bearers.
Nazi officers were deciding our death.
Poisonous gas would be the easiest thing to end up this lot of use less men that would save both the time and the bullets। And we all pushed into a small cell which was the eye witness of several deaths. There was no oxygen, it was all poison there. I was holding my chest. My lungs were about to burst. Trickle of blood was running from my nose, others were vomiting blood. I was getting unconscious and it was all dark around after a few second.
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Autumn 1983 Bamyan, Afghanistan
When I opened my eyes again; my mother was standing before me, she was wearing dark blue bur'qa. It was not difficult to recognize her, though I could only see her eye. Her deep brown eyes were full of fear. She was still crying, she was trying to help me.
I was beaten badly by Talibs. Talibs - The students of Islam. There was a bullet inside my right leg; my mother was trying to call somebody, so that I can survive. But Talibs do not want to, because we are Shi’a.
Mujahideen are in power, and Marxist’s PDPA has completely wiped off from Afghanistan. This is a new world which has created by America to continue it’s domination in south Asia. Mujahideen are devastating everything, no one smiles but those Talibs who love to see people cry. Happiness has vanished from Afghanistan. Russians have gone.
Talibs are in favor of Sharia which does not allow woman to speak loudly, to sing or to do any thing they want to do independently. School & Colleges has locked; Cinema halls and music stores have burnt. Mujahideen are against modernity, they thrown off the Russians from Pashtun land by American bullets & tanks. America, Pakistan and all Arabian countries has supported Mujahideen, and now it’s playing naked game of blood and death.
Pashtun dislike Shi’a, Uzbek, Tajik and Hazara. And Sunni Islamists are determined to wipe them off from Afghanistan. No body would remain alive; they would kill these species completely.
Talibs had decided my punishment; they would throw stones on me till I died. According to Islamic rules I had committed a sin; & it was a punishment which had been suggested in holy Qur’an. I was a teacher and I was in the favor of women education. I taught them, through private tuitions after they restricted women education.
Day approached, and they were ready for the ceremony. I was sitting among the mass of Sunni Talibs; they were holding sharp stones in their hands. They were giving warning to others that “everyone should follow Sharia, otherwise ...”
As speech finished, they all shouted in one voice Allah hoo Akbar
& they started to throw stones on me which broke my bones.
One big stone hit my head and I collapsed on my place.
I lost my consciousness.
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Winters, Thane 2008 India
I was growing from my unconscious state; some known-unknown sounds were helping me to wake up.
As I opened my eyes, I saw some strong people holding Red-Saffron flags in their hands, Saffron Tilak on their forehead and dangerous arms with them. They were repeating Jai Maharashtra, Jai Maharashtra!!
They were beating North Indians especially people from Bihar. Marathi’s had already burnt houses of north Indians and destroyed their source of earning to solve their political purpose.
Bahujan Samaj Party & Samajwaadi Party which has domination in state of Uttar Pradesh were trying to capture the great vote bank of schedule cast & Schedule tribe of Maharashtra. And it has added the fire to the hatred towards the people of Bihar and Uttar Pradesh in the heart of Marathi’s.
I’m a Bihari; I came here to Mumbai to earn money so that I can treat my mother’s illness. We are farmers and we have enough land to cultivate enough money for my family. But Mother Nature is not allowing us to grow plants, last year it was dangerous flood when I lost everything in that, and this year it has a great drought.
My family is still in Bihar; they are malnourished. They need medical treatment. This was the cause I had to leave my motherland and had to come to Mumbai to earn some money so that my family can survive.
But Marathi’s do not want to share their bread and butter with any one, they hate us. They want to kill all of us. They had warned us to leave the place but how could I go, what would I do their, how would I give medical support to my family?
It was riot going on; people with saffron flags were killing us, beating women and young children. I was beaten badly by Marathi’s while I was protesting against them. They had burnt my belongings, seized my harden money.
They were again coming to me now, with the necked sward this time.
I was not trying to save myself.
Because I want to die to never born again, this earth is full of hatred. Religions, Rituals and believes nurture this hatred among people. They day when this world would be free of God, Gurus, Religions, Casts and absurd believes; this world would become the right place to live in. Till that time I really don’t want to born in here. I can not carry this rotten life any more.
One of them hit the sward on my neck with full force and a wave of huge pain thrown me into the zero.
I was going down deep and deep, don’t know where.
But it was peace and delight.
Delight of different sort.
Starved & Bloodless pale body was hanging up side down with a rope from hours. It was not dead because I was still inside; confined in the cage of flesh and bones. Amount of blood accumulated in my cranium and eyes. I was almost blind. I couldn’t feel any movement in my legs and chest. Numbness dwelled everywhere in my body. Pangs of pains were unbearable which were rising from wounds. I had been beaten badly by German Nazi soldiers from last 14 days. I was just hanging up side down in the same position without food and water.
I was remembering my mother who was crying when I saw her last time. Soldiers were beating her mercilessly for her existence as a Jew. I was so helpless that I could only scream aloud.
Thousands of my kith and kin had been sacrificed in Tiergartenstraβe 4. They had been cut into uncountable pieces for medical examinations. Social hygiene is the name of their hatred for Jews which has nothing to do with society and its welfare. They enjoy killing people and love their cry.
Political prisoners of World War II that includes soviet & Jews prisoner, Gypsies, homophile, Journalists and people with disabilities were participating in this largest historical holocaust of human civilization. Outspoken journalists were the main target. Nazi soldiers tortured these journalists by all possible ways and eventually killed them by inhuman means. These journalists used to get nominal amount of uneatable food & water in the intervals of days. They have lost their identity and become one bare body in which skeleton is clearly visible through skin. All fat has already consumed by their own body in malnutrition.
It was difficult to identify one another, all shaven head looked similar. People were enforced to wear mandatory badges of shame. These badges were triangular in shape and different colors did separate them from the mass. For instance red colored triangular badge was for communists and political prisons, similarly green for criminals, pink for homophiles, purple for Jehovah’s witnesses, black for Gypsies and yellow for Jews.
This was a hell, where no body would ever wish to come again. They used to call it Concentration camp. This term concentration camp was first used by British concentration camp of second anglo-boer war. Nazi Concentration camp is a program of killing all those who were not worth living according to the Nazi principles. Social eugenics is the most significant agenda of Nazi party. Actually eugenics is a science in which good and healthy genes are encouraged to multiply through reproduction and unhealthy genes are killed anyways.
They want to kill all the Jews around the world because of their hate for them. And they are sacrificing other unwanted unholy people like Journalists and Gypsies in this mass killing.
When I was arrested along with my family, I was thoroughly unaware about how they would treat us. They kept us in Central jail in Berlin for some days and one day suddenly they pushed us inside a train which was already overcrowded with people. Officers were so cruel; they were putting hundreds of people in the place of capacity of 50 people. They were not listening to any one; they were beating and pushing the people inside the train mechanically. And finally they closed the iron doors from outside.
We were totally unaware where this train was going; it was complete dark inside the train. People were crying and screaming in pain, but there was no body to listen to them. Conditions were inhuman. After three days when soldiers opened the gates of the train some people had died of dehydration and some because they were beaten badly. Majority of them could not breathe and they died.
They separated the crowd of survivals into men and women. Shaved the heads of young girls and made them worker. Women raped, tortured and hurt by Nazi officers. That was the last moment when I saw my mother, she was crying.
Then all men sent to different chambers for Nazi treatment.
We spent 14 days in those chambers.
And it was my 14th Day.
It was the turn of Green and Yellow badge bearers.
Nazi officers were deciding our death.
Poisonous gas would be the easiest thing to end up this lot of use less men that would save both the time and the bullets। And we all pushed into a small cell which was the eye witness of several deaths. There was no oxygen, it was all poison there. I was holding my chest. My lungs were about to burst. Trickle of blood was running from my nose, others were vomiting blood. I was getting unconscious and it was all dark around after a few second.
*****************************************
Autumn 1983 Bamyan, Afghanistan
When I opened my eyes again; my mother was standing before me, she was wearing dark blue bur'qa. It was not difficult to recognize her, though I could only see her eye. Her deep brown eyes were full of fear. She was still crying, she was trying to help me.
I was beaten badly by Talibs. Talibs - The students of Islam. There was a bullet inside my right leg; my mother was trying to call somebody, so that I can survive. But Talibs do not want to, because we are Shi’a.
Mujahideen are in power, and Marxist’s PDPA has completely wiped off from Afghanistan. This is a new world which has created by America to continue it’s domination in south Asia. Mujahideen are devastating everything, no one smiles but those Talibs who love to see people cry. Happiness has vanished from Afghanistan. Russians have gone.
Talibs are in favor of Sharia which does not allow woman to speak loudly, to sing or to do any thing they want to do independently. School & Colleges has locked; Cinema halls and music stores have burnt. Mujahideen are against modernity, they thrown off the Russians from Pashtun land by American bullets & tanks. America, Pakistan and all Arabian countries has supported Mujahideen, and now it’s playing naked game of blood and death.
Pashtun dislike Shi’a, Uzbek, Tajik and Hazara. And Sunni Islamists are determined to wipe them off from Afghanistan. No body would remain alive; they would kill these species completely.
Talibs had decided my punishment; they would throw stones on me till I died. According to Islamic rules I had committed a sin; & it was a punishment which had been suggested in holy Qur’an. I was a teacher and I was in the favor of women education. I taught them, through private tuitions after they restricted women education.
Day approached, and they were ready for the ceremony. I was sitting among the mass of Sunni Talibs; they were holding sharp stones in their hands. They were giving warning to others that “everyone should follow Sharia, otherwise ...”
As speech finished, they all shouted in one voice Allah hoo Akbar
& they started to throw stones on me which broke my bones.
One big stone hit my head and I collapsed on my place.
I lost my consciousness.
***********************************************
Winters, Thane 2008 India
I was growing from my unconscious state; some known-unknown sounds were helping me to wake up.
As I opened my eyes, I saw some strong people holding Red-Saffron flags in their hands, Saffron Tilak on their forehead and dangerous arms with them. They were repeating Jai Maharashtra, Jai Maharashtra!!
They were beating North Indians especially people from Bihar. Marathi’s had already burnt houses of north Indians and destroyed their source of earning to solve their political purpose.
Bahujan Samaj Party & Samajwaadi Party which has domination in state of Uttar Pradesh were trying to capture the great vote bank of schedule cast & Schedule tribe of Maharashtra. And it has added the fire to the hatred towards the people of Bihar and Uttar Pradesh in the heart of Marathi’s.
I’m a Bihari; I came here to Mumbai to earn money so that I can treat my mother’s illness. We are farmers and we have enough land to cultivate enough money for my family. But Mother Nature is not allowing us to grow plants, last year it was dangerous flood when I lost everything in that, and this year it has a great drought.
My family is still in Bihar; they are malnourished. They need medical treatment. This was the cause I had to leave my motherland and had to come to Mumbai to earn some money so that my family can survive.
But Marathi’s do not want to share their bread and butter with any one, they hate us. They want to kill all of us. They had warned us to leave the place but how could I go, what would I do their, how would I give medical support to my family?
It was riot going on; people with saffron flags were killing us, beating women and young children. I was beaten badly by Marathi’s while I was protesting against them. They had burnt my belongings, seized my harden money.
They were again coming to me now, with the necked sward this time.
I was not trying to save myself.
Because I want to die to never born again, this earth is full of hatred. Religions, Rituals and believes nurture this hatred among people. They day when this world would be free of God, Gurus, Religions, Casts and absurd believes; this world would become the right place to live in. Till that time I really don’t want to born in here. I can not carry this rotten life any more.
One of them hit the sward on my neck with full force and a wave of huge pain thrown me into the zero.
I was going down deep and deep, don’t know where.
But it was peace and delight.
Delight of different sort.
Wednesday 22 July 2009
२३ जुलाई २००९
समाप्ति के बाद विश्लेषण इसलिए किया जाता है, ताकि भविष्य में जो नए कार्य किये जाए उनमे विफलता का प्रतिशत कम हो.. इस समय मैं अपने पिछले वर्षो का विश्लेषण करता हूँ. परिणाम प्राप्त होने में कुछ अधिक समय समय लग सकता है .. किन्तु ये निश्चित है की मैं उन कार्यो को नहीं दोहराऊंगा, जिन्हें करके मुझे ही पीढा हुई. उन व्यवहारों को जीवन का अंग बनाना चाहूँगा, जिनसे मैं प्रभावित हूँ
Friday 8 May 2009
Thursday 12 February 2009
Lonely Night Part 2
This story is Fictitious and it has no resemblance with any living or dead person, place or incidence. Please go through First Part before Reading this story http://atishayjain.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-not-alone-that-night.htmlHeat of redden firewood were giving godly relief in that icy cold night of Lohri. Blend of riotous loud sound of drums and Punjabi folk songs made people dance. People were dancing in a circle around the bonfire and kicking up clouds of dust; eating and burning Lai, Rewdi & Pea Nuts in fire. Lovers were holding their hands and eyes of singles were finding someone.
“I was wishing if that Two Black dark eyed and rosy cheeked Kashmiri girl were here with me”.
After that unfortunate night, when I lost her in college fest; I tried to search her at every possible place, asked everyone; but she was a missed pearl in sea. I never got any information about her.
“Would I get my Love back” I was throwing pea nuts in the fire with this single thought in my mind. & My hostel warden broke the flow of my thoughts and caught me off from the crowd of dancers and gave me a pink envelop.
“You are so irregular; you never collect your posts on time. Be regular. Take this letter, some one has sent this from Kashmir.” Warden scolded.
From Kashmir?
Who would send me a latter from Kashmir?
Surprise!
I investigated that envelop, my name was written in neat handwriting on the front. Sender’s name was not mentioned; only the name of the place was there.
Verinag, Kothar district, Kashmir
Curiosity and hope accelerated my heart beat. I was sure that this letter is written by the same dark eyed and rosy cheeked girl. I left this holy festive fair which gave me everything in a minute, in search of privacy.
My room was on second floor in new boy’s hostel, 218 was the room number. My room mat RD was as usually not there and this situation was as ideal as I was expecting. I opened the pink envelop, but...
What’s this?
It was written in some unknown language, it was difficult to decipher.
“I am sure it is written in Kashmiri, my friend Arohi kachru who belongs to state of J & K can help me in understanding the language.” I thought.
“I was wishing if that Two Black dark eyed and rosy cheeked Kashmiri girl were here with me”.
After that unfortunate night, when I lost her in college fest; I tried to search her at every possible place, asked everyone; but she was a missed pearl in sea. I never got any information about her.
“Would I get my Love back” I was throwing pea nuts in the fire with this single thought in my mind. & My hostel warden broke the flow of my thoughts and caught me off from the crowd of dancers and gave me a pink envelop.
“You are so irregular; you never collect your posts on time. Be regular. Take this letter, some one has sent this from Kashmir.” Warden scolded.
From Kashmir?
Who would send me a latter from Kashmir?
Surprise!
I investigated that envelop, my name was written in neat handwriting on the front. Sender’s name was not mentioned; only the name of the place was there.
Verinag, Kothar district, Kashmir
Curiosity and hope accelerated my heart beat. I was sure that this letter is written by the same dark eyed and rosy cheeked girl. I left this holy festive fair which gave me everything in a minute, in search of privacy.
My room was on second floor in new boy’s hostel, 218 was the room number. My room mat RD was as usually not there and this situation was as ideal as I was expecting. I opened the pink envelop, but...
What’s this?
It was written in some unknown language, it was difficult to decipher.
“I am sure it is written in Kashmiri, my friend Arohi kachru who belongs to state of J & K can help me in understanding the language.” I thought.
I dialed his number and asked him to come immediately. After 5 min he was in my room.
He read that letter and translated for me.
My Dear
Che Mashravun chu mushkil.
Me chuy che vanum keh.
Be Praray che chodah fervery doh.
Jhelum Garden, Verinag,
Kothar district, Kashmir
My Dear
It is difficult to forget you.
Can we meet again?
He read that letter and translated for me.
My Dear
Che Mashravun chu mushkil.
Me chuy che vanum keh.
Be Praray che chodah fervery doh.
Jhelum Garden, Verinag,
Kothar district, Kashmir
My Dear
It is difficult to forget you.
Can we meet again?
I want to say you some thing.
Please come.
Please come.
I’ll wait for you on 14th February.
Jhelum Garden, Verinag,
Kothar District, Kashmir
I was speechless; eyes were wide and breaths irregular. It was difficult to realize that it was true. “I would go there at any cost.” I shouted.
“You should not go there, it’s not safe. Tension on border has increased and internal freedom movement in Kashmir is getting aggressive every day.” Arohi Suggested.
“I don’t care about anything, I’ll go there” I replied.
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I took direct bus to Srinagar via Jammu from ISBT [Kashmiri Gate] New Delhi and then to Verinag which is situated 78 KM away from Srinagar in Kothar district. Bus creeps with Jhelum all the way. Beauty of pine trees and snow covered white hills nourish both the eyes. I was feeling the presence of those two Dark eyes and Rosy cheeks everywhere. I was near her, I was on her land. Some Kashmiri women were humming some folk song in that bus, which made that moment so beautiful.
ya tuli khanjar teh maaray,
nata saani shabba rozay
Almost in 2 hours I was in Verinag. People say that Jhelum is originated from this place. Jhelum Garden was just 10 steps away from the bus station beside Jhelum River.
It was not difficult to recognize her; she was sitting beside the only fountain on the wooden bench. As she saw me she stood up and put her steps forward in hurry and became steady again. Tears rolled out on her cheeks, and she tried to say some thing.
But she could not.
I stopped her, hold her hand, wipe out her tears and asked-
“Tsa Kits Chhuk?”
“Buchus theek” She replied and burst in laughter..
“So you have learnt Kashmiri?” She said.
“Yes, for you.”
“You don’t know how painful it was to live without you. Why you did not inform me before going? “Why you never talked to me?”
She was seeing in my eyes continuously. We were so close to each other. It was like a dream.
“Ssshhhh” She said and gave me a red rose in my hands.
“I Love You”
“I love you too, more than my life.”
I know that you love me otherwise no body would come to Kashmir for a stranger.
Jhelum Garden, Verinag,
Kothar District, Kashmir
I was speechless; eyes were wide and breaths irregular. It was difficult to realize that it was true. “I would go there at any cost.” I shouted.
“You should not go there, it’s not safe. Tension on border has increased and internal freedom movement in Kashmir is getting aggressive every day.” Arohi Suggested.
“I don’t care about anything, I’ll go there” I replied.
********************************************************************
I took direct bus to Srinagar via Jammu from ISBT [Kashmiri Gate] New Delhi and then to Verinag which is situated 78 KM away from Srinagar in Kothar district. Bus creeps with Jhelum all the way. Beauty of pine trees and snow covered white hills nourish both the eyes. I was feeling the presence of those two Dark eyes and Rosy cheeks everywhere. I was near her, I was on her land. Some Kashmiri women were humming some folk song in that bus, which made that moment so beautiful.
ya tuli khanjar teh maaray,
nata saani shabba rozay
Almost in 2 hours I was in Verinag. People say that Jhelum is originated from this place. Jhelum Garden was just 10 steps away from the bus station beside Jhelum River.
It was not difficult to recognize her; she was sitting beside the only fountain on the wooden bench. As she saw me she stood up and put her steps forward in hurry and became steady again. Tears rolled out on her cheeks, and she tried to say some thing.
But she could not.
I stopped her, hold her hand, wipe out her tears and asked-
“Tsa Kits Chhuk?”
“Buchus theek” She replied and burst in laughter..
“So you have learnt Kashmiri?” She said.
“Yes, for you.”
“You don’t know how painful it was to live without you. Why you did not inform me before going? “Why you never talked to me?”
She was seeing in my eyes continuously. We were so close to each other. It was like a dream.
“Ssshhhh” She said and gave me a red rose in my hands.
“I Love You”
“I love you too, more than my life.”
I know that you love me otherwise no body would come to Kashmir for a stranger.
Even I know you don’t know my name, isn’t it..?
“Yes” I answered.
“My name is Aasma, I’m a Kashmiri pandit. I was doing M.Sc. in Biotechnology from Amity University, while I saw you.”
“And I know everything about you Aeti” She amazed me.
Then why you left Amity? Why you left me alone? I asked.
“It’s a long story Aeti….
Ok…I think it’s the right time to tell you everything.”
“I am sure you are aware of the socio-political status of Kashmir valley. Tension is everywhere in Vally & this tension started during the time of division of India and Pakistan and never ended but got bad to worse. Kashmir was an independent state which never wanted to merge in India or Pakistan but wanted to come out as an Independent democratic nation. It was Kashmir’s bad luck that half the country is taken by India and other half by Pakistan. Both by force.”
What are you talking about? J & K is an indistinguishable part of India, and it can not be separated from it. I argued.
"You are talking the same language what you have been taught by government of India. Truth is beyond this. In 1947 when British rule ended, they proposed two nations, one was Union of India and another was Dominion of Pakistan. British Government left this decision on all the princely states that they can go with any of the two countries. Kashmir was biggest princely state which had predominantly Muslim population and ruled by a Hindu ruler Raja Hari singh. Hindu raja was reluctant to merge in Pakistan and people wanted to go with Pakistan. There was a huge population which was against the merger of Kashmir into any country; they were fighting for a free state. In October 1947 when Pakistani tribal entered into the Kashmir to liberate it from the rule of a Hindu, Raja Hari Singh signed one Accession with Government of India which was to protect Kashmir from foreign attacks till final fate of Kashmir is decided. Kashmir issue could not be resolved till the life of Raja Hari Singh and after him it became a disputed issue. It’s merely a political issue which could be solved long back if India and Pakistan wished to resolve it".
"Kashmir is still ruled by two foreign countries, it needs freedom. One political mistake made several lives hell. Thousands of soldiers are killed on borders every year on the name of the country. Uncountable people tortured, raped and humiliated since that time. I born and brought up among the sound of bullets and tanks. Islamic and Hindu extremists attack on each other’s people and places of worship; Islamic separatists killed several Kashmiri pandits. Majority of remaining Kashmiri pandits have migrated to else where. Religious riots and bomb blasts are common in Kashmir".
"I am among those people who want a separate Independent democratic Kashmir. I have joined J & K Liberation front which is fighting the war of freedom for Kashmir by Non-violent ways. Now I have given my life to freedom of Kashmir. Some people have to sacrifice their lives to get rid of this polluted environment; only then we can give free Kashmir to next generations".
So, for this freedom movement you left the college? You can join it even after you finish your college…can’t you? Tell me why you left the college all of a sudden? I said.
“Yes” I answered.
“My name is Aasma, I’m a Kashmiri pandit. I was doing M.Sc. in Biotechnology from Amity University, while I saw you.”
“And I know everything about you Aeti” She amazed me.
Then why you left Amity? Why you left me alone? I asked.
“It’s a long story Aeti….
Ok…I think it’s the right time to tell you everything.”
“I am sure you are aware of the socio-political status of Kashmir valley. Tension is everywhere in Vally & this tension started during the time of division of India and Pakistan and never ended but got bad to worse. Kashmir was an independent state which never wanted to merge in India or Pakistan but wanted to come out as an Independent democratic nation. It was Kashmir’s bad luck that half the country is taken by India and other half by Pakistan. Both by force.”
What are you talking about? J & K is an indistinguishable part of India, and it can not be separated from it. I argued.
"You are talking the same language what you have been taught by government of India. Truth is beyond this. In 1947 when British rule ended, they proposed two nations, one was Union of India and another was Dominion of Pakistan. British Government left this decision on all the princely states that they can go with any of the two countries. Kashmir was biggest princely state which had predominantly Muslim population and ruled by a Hindu ruler Raja Hari singh. Hindu raja was reluctant to merge in Pakistan and people wanted to go with Pakistan. There was a huge population which was against the merger of Kashmir into any country; they were fighting for a free state. In October 1947 when Pakistani tribal entered into the Kashmir to liberate it from the rule of a Hindu, Raja Hari Singh signed one Accession with Government of India which was to protect Kashmir from foreign attacks till final fate of Kashmir is decided. Kashmir issue could not be resolved till the life of Raja Hari Singh and after him it became a disputed issue. It’s merely a political issue which could be solved long back if India and Pakistan wished to resolve it".
"Kashmir is still ruled by two foreign countries, it needs freedom. One political mistake made several lives hell. Thousands of soldiers are killed on borders every year on the name of the country. Uncountable people tortured, raped and humiliated since that time. I born and brought up among the sound of bullets and tanks. Islamic and Hindu extremists attack on each other’s people and places of worship; Islamic separatists killed several Kashmiri pandits. Majority of remaining Kashmiri pandits have migrated to else where. Religious riots and bomb blasts are common in Kashmir".
"I am among those people who want a separate Independent democratic Kashmir. I have joined J & K Liberation front which is fighting the war of freedom for Kashmir by Non-violent ways. Now I have given my life to freedom of Kashmir. Some people have to sacrifice their lives to get rid of this polluted environment; only then we can give free Kashmir to next generations".
So, for this freedom movement you left the college? You can join it even after you finish your college…can’t you? Tell me why you left the college all of a sudden? I said.
This time she was sad when she started to speak, she said-
“My father was a big leader and a freedom fighter. During his time he made several efforts for freedom of Kashmir. He was assassinated on the same day when we were celebrating our college fest. I had to leave the college on the same night when it was raining heavily. It was the most unfortunate moment of my life when I received the news of his assassination. I am the only daughter and after him I’ll fulfill his dreams. My life is not that significant as this freedom movement.”
“Your Life is significant for me. But I respect your priorities of life. Do whatever you wish to do, and I’ll be with you ever. You are mine and I’ll wait for you till your dreams come true.” I said.
She smiled and it was a great relief on her face. It was still difficult to believe that we were together. It was difficult to believe that I was with my dark eyed and rosy cheeked Kashmiri Aasma.
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