Sunday, June 27, 2010

Homeward Extrabound : Plain English

When longing in desert becomes too long, one does see mirages and what appears as an Oasis is actually a phenomenon of total internal refraction. Just read an article on HOMEWARD INWARD which looked like one such Mirage.

It made everyone to forget in a second the hounding of 1 million minorities , It made us to forget the 6000 temples and Hindu institutions whose identity has been grinded into the unsetteld dust of worst ever home grown militancy.It made Nelson Mandella out of Hurriyat like a recent movie named INVICTED.

Most of my Kashmiri Muslim friends who are still in kashmir or out of valley are so nice to me that one can just blindfold the eyes and set forth tomorrow morning back to valley from these vast dry and hot plains of North India. But that would be completing the optical dimensions of my thoughts through a reflecting prism which one would use in 9th standard Science practical’s. After graduating one needs to take Optics beyond 9th standard experiments.

I wish to take out this Mirage and want to look over the wall for reality bites badly but it is important that rather than misleading the hoards of KP refugees into another hell in Kashmir,we must do some analysis before we welcome any conclusion of a 'happy come luck go' media savvy personalities.

In December 2009 , I spent my entire Christmas vacation in Jammu and met many people. Some filthy rich , some downtrodden and some like me ,fighting fit for survival. Among the odd mass of folks , that I met : was a family of Late Sh Poshkar Nath ( Name and Identity Changed ) . He died of an accident and JK govt was more than willing to give his only young daughter some Govt Job. Although he was a Class 2 officer but as per rules his daughter was given an another clerical post in his department. Condition laid by JK Govt was that she should work in Srinagar. Both Widow and destitute Daughter thought it more than appropriate to go over to Srinagar and start working there.

Mother was more or less a caretaker and with a zeal to Guard her daughter in troubled waters of Kashmir. First few days saw an amazing bonhomie and communal unity. But soon reality dawned and they saw the other side of wicked communal world raking up under the carpets.. Although she was a clerical grade but her seat was provided next to peon who happened to be the known ruffian in the department. When this sister of ours went to officers cabin , He quickly proposed a night out in Gulmarg for pretext of Official trip.

Outside, from Peon and the local people started making visits to her office with lewd remarks.Some asking for her hand and some asking her to convert. Some guaranteeing Bungalow and some seeking her affection by threat , perception or purchase. She soon realized that it was a time to give a call. One day she broke down in office and started shouting on all the male members of the office. Other female members from majority community rather than helping her , called her RSS agent and an Indian Bitch. It was now or never..

Peon of the said office often tried to molest her but got a nice kick from our brave sister. After lot of follow up with Ministers and other heads of department , she ultimately realized that it was the end of her innings in Kashmir. Both Mother and daughter returned back from Islamic Junta Republic saving their honour. How they are making their ends meet , I wont comprehend further but it is indeed a tip of the iceberg which should give us a signal that PARMESHWARI episodes are still not over in Kashmir. Of the 800 KP girls selected by JK govt, I can bet that 50% will be converted to Islam in next 2 yrs if we let them work in Kashmir. By threat , by manipulation , by motivation : they will make sure that our numbers dwindle.

On Shivratri, a good Muslim friend of mine got me a nice gift from Srinagar and requested me to come over to kashmir. I had no doubts over his honest request and hugged him.. Tears came down because after long long time,someone had invited me to visit my own home.. It sounds bad but that is the reality. I was also very honest to tell him that since my ideology is against Hurriyat and been an active member in exile to oppose their theory and methodology as such , it wont take them much time to annihilate me. He replied that they know that I would be his guest as his own brothers have been Ex terrorists and none will ever dare to touch me. I asked him a question " What if your brother kills me ? " His blank face was a reply to my question and doubts that did cast their evil shadow in 1990.

Kashmiri Muslims made a blanket statement that we wont harm you since we are good neighbours but we cant assure your safety, if outsiders from other villages would come to destroy to. This is a typical Insurance guarantee based on solicitation attitude.

Being in IT,It is always good in maintaining client management and having learnt these skills from our Shawl wallahs who travel from kashmir and are our angels from Kashmir in Winter seasons. They are like our Kabulliwalas who let us know about the state of affairs in Kashmir. In 1979 my grandfather had made a land settlement with Tillers of his ancestral village and I must have been sucking thumb that time. As per the new land reforms,the muslim tillers got a good share of land and left most of the Hindus landless. Well , personally I am in favour of land reforms , thanks to my communist ideology which I studied for sometime.

After 25 years , a Shawl walla visited us and he turned out to be the son in law of same KASHTKAR ( LAND TILLER ). In 25 yrs , they had become very rich and bountiful crops assured thay they ride high of econoical ladder facilitated by GOI economic policies. I was happy to reconnect to the roots from where my ancestors descended.

Majid ( Shawl wala ) told me about the good old days that his father in law had spent with my Grand father. How they studied together and helped one another overlooking the communal divide. 3 years on and we would exchange telephone calls and greetings. My love and affection for their family till date is something which one cant express in words. Selected Swiss Chocolates and toffees from my overseas trip would get rotten in Freezer but Mom would preserve them for Majids Kids.

Last year Father in Law Mohd Gufaar Bhatt ( Named Changed ) had a spiritual vision after tasting one such chocolate. Being a good Namazi and spiritually aligned person , he called on his progeny and announced to pay us some money in return of a land embezzlement that he had done in 1979 against my Grand Father. He wanted to wash off his sins before proceeding to grave.

Since he was to Hajj recently and associated with DEEN a lot , he decided to make the payment. Majid agreed but other sons objected. Finally as per my sources, amount was reduced to half and finally Majid with one of the sons of Mohd Gufaar decided to call me with the offer. For sake of God , It looked to me that they have personally risen so high and esteemed that I would never ever even think of in any part of the world.But I just thought to test them.

Amount wasnt too handsome but I considered it as a token of love and something to which I couldnt say no. I requested them not to pay me but keep equivalent value of land holding in my name ( wouldnt have been a 100 Sq yard as per current market rates ). Dud came the reply from Majid with whom I had endless discussion on Kehwa . "batan Haenz kabri sund tyen adhaah rozne bapat " meaning "Not even for grave of Kashmiri Pandit , forget to get a land for your habitat"

These few incidents were an eye opener for me and hope that those who beleive that HOMEWARD INWARD has started , they should realise that all that glitters isnt gold. please scratch a bit and realty will be very bad.