Notes From Kashmir

क्या सच मे ? मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

2012-01-22T19:46:00.001-08:00

मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

असमंजस मे आज कुछ विचार है !
विचारधारा, विमर्श से भी उपर है !

क्या सच मे ? मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

क्यूँ कि उनकी गयाः को वोह मार गया है !
क्यों कि उनकी शयाह को वोह छीन गयाः है !
क्यूंकि मेरे पूर्वज अपने खून मै नहाये है !
सच मे , मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

बटट मज़ार मे आझ भी उनकी अस्थि जुलसी है !
खानकहूँ की बुनियाद मे माह काली की प्रतिमाह है !
दडल झील के तले अभ भी उनकी हडिया है !
सच मे , मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

रिनचेन का खंजर रानी कोटा की पीठ मे है !
मूसा का षड्यंत्रे इतिहास मे रचा बसा है !
बुध्शिकन का हथोडा अभ भी चलता है !
सच मे , मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

अफ्घान , अरब , फारसी , मंगोल रोंद चुकेह है !

फिर भी शंकराचार्य पर मंदिर की गंटी अभ भी बजती है !

कोहे सुलेमान कोहे मारां आझ भी असंभव है
क्यों कि मेरा पूर्वज आज भी मुझ v ज़िन्दः है !

क्यूंकि मेरे पूर्वज अपने खून मे नहाये है !

सच मे , मेरे पूर्वज ढूध के दुले नहीं है !

The Last page of my History

2012-01-11T04:37:00.000-08:00

Story will unfold If I have to ,
Write the last few pages of my History !
The Last white paper in my pad ,
Last drops of Ink in my pot ,
And a broken Pen in my hand!
For whom should I write,
For who will read it,
Now on ?
these last pages of our History ?
Nowhere to go or look for ,
Blank is my last page of History !
Hollowed thoughts with no action,
Will they fill ?
These last pages of our History ?

A line about blood lines
A source that went dry
A gene that went missing
A mother who forgot her spelling ?
Will they be ?
Part of last pages of our History ?
Mutilation of Martand in ruins ,
The half burnt piles of sacred thread ,
Vermilion smeared shells of Sharda ,
Broken gates of haunting Texla ,
Predator without remorse ,
And Prey with guilty conscious !
Will this my last page of History ?
A Man frozen in his past ,
A Child slept in dark future ,
An Old Man waiting on Pyre .
For Pyre will be lit one days
to brighten the future of Child .
Its Heat might melt the past !
Will these be the lines !
written on my last pages of History ?
My Last pages of History

22 वर्ष से भूखा होगाह मेरा यक्ष !

2011-12-26T07:36:00.000-08:00

22 वर्ष से भूखा होगाह मेरा यक्ष !
हर पॉश अमावस पर क्या निराश होता है मेरा यक्ष ?

मेरे पितृ का र्ररिंन मे ना चुका पाया !
इसकाह दोष मुझे क्या देता होगाह मेरा यक्ष ?

मेरेह विस्तापन और पलायन की पीड़ाः,
क्या जानता होगा मेरा ग्रहदेव और मेरा यक्ष ?

सदीयूं खड़े मकानूः को जलता देखने
क्या मेरे बाद वहाँ कभी आया होगा मेरा यक्ष ?

कही कभी बरफ से निकल , खिचड़ी की तलाश मे
मेरे बरामदेह पर रोया होगाह मेरा यक्ष ?

पहाड़ू से उतर , वादी मे घूम कर !
मुझे ला पत्ता देख , क्या मुझे डूंदताः होगाह मेरा यक्ष ?

आज खिचड़ी का रंग फीका है इधर !
क्या भूखा इस वर्ष भी निकलह होगाह मेरा यक्ष ?

वो यक्ष की टोपी की गाथा, अभ बचेह नही सुन्तेह !
मेरी पीड़ाः अमावस की रात नही देखतेः !

मेरा यक्ष मेरा मित्र था ,
मेरा यक्ष मेरा देवताः था !
मेरा यक्ष मेरा सेवक था ,
मेरा यक्ष मेरा प्रतिभींभ था !
यक्ष बिना अभ मे क्या हू ,
बस एक भूली बिसरी गाथा हू !

हर साल की आखरी अमावस मुझे यह एहसाद देती है !
की मे इस कड़ी की आखरी गाथा हूँ... मे इस कड़ी की आखरी गाथा हूँ ....!

YAKSH AMAVAS : Mai Iss Kadi ki Aakhri gaatha hoo !!!

2011-12-24T22:56:00.000-08:00

22 Varsh sehh Bhookhah hogah Yaksh !
Har Posh Amavas par kya Nirash hota hai Yaksh ?

Mere Pitru ka Rrrinn Mai na Chuka Paya !
Iskah Dosh Mujhe kya detah hogah Yaksh ?

Mereh Vistapan aur Palayan Ki Peedah,
KYa jaantah gogah mera grehdev aur Yaksh ?

Sadiyuun khadeh makaan ko jala dekhneh
Kya Mereh baadh wahan kabhi aaya hoga Yaksh ?

Kahi kabhi baraf seh nikal , Khichdi ki talash mai,
Mere Bramdeh par royah hogah Mera YAKSH ?

Pahaduun seeh utar , vaadi mai ghoom kar !
Mujhe lah Patah dekh , kya mujhe Doondtah hogah Yaksh ?

Aajjh Khichdi ka Rangg feekah hai idhar !
Kya BHoojha is varsh bhi Niklah hogah Mera Yaksh ?

Woh Yaksh ki Topi ki gatha, abh bacheh nahi sunteh !
Meri Peedah Amavas ki raat nahi Dekhteh !

Mera Yaksh Mera Mitreh tha ,
Mera Yaksh mera Devtah tha !
Mera Yaksh Mera sevak tha ,
Mera Yaksh Mera pratibhimbh tha !
Yaksh Binah Abh Mai kya hu ,
Bas ek bhooli bisri gaatha hu !

Harr Saal ki Akhri Amavas mujhe yeh Ehsaad deti hai !

Ki Mai is Kadi ki aakhri Gaatha Hoon... Mai Iss Kadi ki Aakhri Gaatha Hoon ....!

Begging Brahmins or Bandit Priests with Ferrari Monks !!!

2011-06-23T04:46:00.000-07:00

Where Has Hinduism reached today ?

What used to come as Best seller few years back “Monk who sold his Ferrari “might change its title and best seller might rename it as “MONK who Bought Ferrari” What else could have given NDA a feel good factor of Shining India is that at least one section of Indian society which was usually found outside Temple queues and Langer waiting for Alms are now in AC ashrams and roaming in Ferraris.

Although, I wish take a stroll on the current situation of Hindu Shrines and why Ashrams became more powerful than Temples? Why Hinduism is becoming more extremist and losing tolerance? Why new masses are more Semitic conscious and how it will impact Brand India in long run.

Moral watchdogs would cry foul over the material wealth accumulated by these sanyasis and satellite TV Babas who have changed the landscape of Indian or rather Oriental Spiritualism. Cosmetic as it may look yet I will call it adaptability of the Orientalism rather than being fundamentally dogmatic and confronting the modern society heads on. In next few paragraphs, I am writing this article in one go except for spelling corrections . I will majorly focus on Hinduism and touch base on some more offshoots and co religious doctrines as they face stiff competition from the Semitic set.

Religion in India has become hottest commodity post liberalization and to it sells as brand worldwide. In this age when middle class young generation of Hindus has settled in far flung areas of world. India was known to world by two figures till 1990, Vivekananda speech in Chicago and then Swami Prabupada “Hare Krishna “brands. Soon as the various segments landed on shores of America, Europe, Gulf and Australia,

A new wave of Indians swept the world arena. Strong, resilient and yet flexible to celebrate local religious and cultural festivities but bring in Indian value chain of Spiritualism on to foreign shores. For thousands of years they were forbidden by religion from crossing seven seas to the extent that Mahatma GANDHI too had cleansed himself of this sin after returning from South Africa. With Satellite TV and Internet, now Hinduism could reach them to their bedrooms every morning and they could transfer WESTERN MONEY GRAMs to the Ashrams and Temples across the world.

Around same time a New set of Indians were brewing up who had aged into a comfort zone of Middle class and wanted Air condition Yoga to cure their Hypertension and Sugar without a drop of sweat oozing from forehead. This stylish yet lazy class stayed back indoors. They would freak on Kebabs and Beer in evening but have herbal tea in morning.

Away from this high speed drama of changing landscape, inurbane and rural India sunk further into chaos. There youth left for towns and wanted to replace old scooter with hero Honda, old bullock carts with tractors and old cultivable Farm sectors soon became hot spots for SEZs. Yet the economic prosperity that ushered in rural India touched not a fraction of its population as small land holdings dwellers got lost in this race. They became boot legers, unskilled labors or suburban confused home maids for whom “Sulabh Shochalay “ too was a luxury.

Everyone thought that Religion has taken a back seat but undercurrents of religious animosity in the subcontinent always made spiritualism to come in negative bracket. Whether, it was Dr Zaik Naik condemning Idol Worship on PEACE TV and spreading more hatred or VHP Chief calling for end to Babur’s descendants. Both confrontations have another set of so called irreligious fatigues gun wielding Maoists and Communists. But the fact that Indian Civilization was so deep that none could comprehend it.

Whether Seven lakh Hindus were driven out of Kashmir or few hundred Muslims killed in Riots in Gujarat riots but it never changed anything else in rest of India. Spirit of India was sleeping or too resilient to face such shocks.

As time moved on , I too was very confused over the morality of spiritualism in India. From 1980’s till today, from Kashmir to Kanyakuamri , I have been following the traits of Hinduism and it amorphous / crystalline forms.

My surprise was an exothermic reaction that becomes endothermic after Baba Ramdev was beaten out of Ram Lila by Corrupt Ravanas of Modern India and Yet India remained silent . Whether a Hindu Saint like Sai Baba was ridiculed for having enormous wealth or Shankracharya was charge sheeted in false case.. Astonished was the fact that TV broadcasts on Tirupati for being richest temple was showcased as immoral , Waxing moon spectacle of Lord Ayyappa was questioned for superstition and even the very existence of RAM in India was dismissed as mythology. A Muslim MP and now CM of Muslim majority state in India challenged whole of Hindu India to dare and try to take an inch of Land from him in holy shrine of Amaranth. But Indian Hindus chose to remain silent.

Had it been a case with Muslims , by now we would have another Pakistan in heart of India for sure with Hyderabad or Srinagar as its capital. Was it humbleness or belief in God or laziness of AC rooms or over busy schedule to book more Flats in Suburbs or chance to wait for appropriate moment. This only time can tell.

Here , It is important to understand the degrading system of old Hindu institution and new forms that are mushrooming to reclaim that space. What is more fugitive in intent and purpose is to under the Hindu Psyche of thoughts in religion and God where nothing can touch the faith and God will automatically take care of things. But what has happened in last 60 years of Indian Freedom has shaken the basic ground of Hinduism which wasn’t in such a state of dismay ever since Aurangzeb ruled this part of world. Even the grand statured personalities of Hindus who laid foundation of such visionary Constitution of India couldn’t save its degradation but unfortunately contribute to it.

First let’s take a dig at constitution itself before us more into more operational issues. I quote a leading Hindu fraternity magazine Shehjar “It is important to understand that Hindu Religious Endowments and Charitable Trusts Act, 1951 is in compatible with Articles 25 and 26 since the government control of Hindu temples violates Articles 14, 25 and 26 of Indian Constitution which bestow the fundamental rights to equality, freedom of religion, and freedom to manage religious affairs.”

On what basis is such a big drawback hitting this religion can be garnered from the fact as to the damage it is causing in the affairs of Temples/Shrines. Somewhere it helped initially in binding the fractured society together and letting lower castes more rights into Temples but since Temples/Shrines were cash cows for GOI and its Babus as such they left no stone untouched to make the hay when it is shining. Some key examples are

· biggest land deals of Temples in Kashmir to Mafia /land sharks ,

· postponement of Hindu Temple Shrine act bill in J&K ,

· Kerala Land Reforms Act, over 12,000 acres of Guruvayoor temple’s land has been sold off

· in Sabarimala, 2,500 acres of temple land has been sold by the government’s Board,

· 1000 pillar Mandapam in Tirumala complex was demolished

· Depleting condition of major shrines across from Gangetic plains on banks of Ganga and not more 12 work orders to rescue the prehistoric sites.

· In Bhadrachalam and Simhachalam, hundreds of acres of temple land have been given to Christian organizations.

· The Endowment department has sold over 1600 Acres of Srisailam Temple land to various Missionary Organizations. A

· In 2005, 245 acres of prime land belonging to Seetharama Chandra Swamy temple at Devarayamjal was sold at throwaway prices causing huge loss to the temple

## Above example have been quoted from J.G. Arora/Shejaar

There are 100s and 1000s of such example where Govt intervention has made matters worse. Not only have the temple trusts depleted but the people who were custodians of these shrines have become beggars and reduced to penury or thuggish ( examples to follow ) .

I start my journey in 1984 from J&K till I reach Tirumala of today.

My uncle went for Vaishno Devi trip and came back with ears twisted and vowed never to visit it again for reasons that Brahmins of that place have made life of pilgrim’s hell and loot them on every small pretext. He was shell shocked and prayed till his death that some miracle happens. By 1986 , a new Governor Jagmohan set up the Mata Vaishnodevi trust and liberated it from the clutches of gentry which had thought that Temple would be their private property. Brahmins became State employees and rampant corruption was auditable. Within few years and till today , Facilities of this shrine are the best in the sub continent. But transpired between these 30 years were a surplus cash and huge reserves in crores. Emphasis on to spend this money back to religion , Culture and society were scuttled for reasons well known to the politically and communal charged environment of J&K. Baba Sheikhdom University came up with Govt funding in DODA, World Islamic University came up in Srinagar but till date even after 12 yrs , A Hindu seat of learning University isn’t taking its form, So the money that Govt f JK is generating from here isn’t getting utilized back to the same people rather filling pockets of contracts who get contracts for road widening and Debri lifting for maintenance of shrine every now and then.

Amarnath yatra and hundreds of other temples in Kashmir vandalized each year and so many of them flattened that KPSS chief Mr Tickoo has given up the struggle citing the govt will and HINDU India’s immense lack of enthusiasm to save the temples of Kashmir. Even if someone tries to rebuild the temple or increase facilities, things turn into communal flare-up. Wasn’t vandalizing and destroying temples in Kashmir an equal act of repression as BABRI demolition ? Why has India as Nation and its State remained a mute spectator to such an ethnic cleansing? ?

I move further to the place where my mortal remains would most likely be finally immersed: “Haridwar “. IN KUMB 2010 , the whole town must have been visible from space and the sea of Humanity which came here for holy dips was phenomenal. I have no reason to explain the faith un-shattered from ten thousand years from these people who come on the banks of Ganga every time. So what shattered me really. IN every temple if you enter , local Brahmin would hold your hand and put verminon on your forehead , unless you pay him something, he won’t leave it. There was a temple on river bank in such a bad shape and under construction reasons brick batting between Govt and Private ownership of our Mahant. It was black spot on charming face of haridwar but none cared. Outside for millions the facilities were in such doll drums as if someone had been thrashed badly and casted in spell to go for pilgrimage. Without realizing that it is as important as HAJ for Muslims, GOI turns a blind eye. Road from Delhi to Haridwar isn’t 4 lane at times and in bad shape. If HAJ terminal and HAK subsidy was important, isn’t connectivity to such an important Hindu place important. I wonder in bewilderment?

I travelled to Mathura and Vrindavan , every tourist guide was claiming to be upper caste Brahmin and if he/she wasn’t entertained , they would openly claim that their SHRAPP would annihilate us. I was casually discussing with a gentleman Brahmin inside the temple premises of Banke Bihari and after our discussion was over , he asked for money on the pretext that it was Religious consulting. If I failed , eh would again put a SHRAPP on me. I was amused at the behavior. With 6 month old baby in my lap : there came a call from top priest from inside.. Give me Rs 500 and I will take her to the LALANs lap. As if this was McDonald outlet. I was shocked and wanted to pull out all these priests out from temples and replace them with someone who was more honest. After the Dharshan my mind was so much brushed with anger and fit of rage at the sight of mismanagement of such an important place Mathura vrindavan along with such thugs guarding our religious places. Next to the temples was a more commercialized and more best selling HARE KRISHNA temple complex. Well managed and well advertised. I wondered why can’t GOvt intervene here or where are those intellectuals of Hindu society who should dare these young vandals guarding my temple as priests and bring dishonor to my deity and my religion ? Why shouldn’t this whole mess of bad networked roads , chaotic by lanes be replaced with something which I see Roman cathedrals or Islamic centers in Gulf ? How long will this remain in hands on bigots ? Where is this money going which every pilgrim puts in to enhance the qualities of this shrine ?

Further from here , I reach Tirumala with great faith and devotion . Before my ascend to the hills would start , I would see Christian cemeteries dotted along the roads to announce their evangelistic arrival and wake up lord Venkateshwar . I had heard that Govt has replaced the old system and revitalized the system to make the people believe that dharshans don’t need money only and everyone has equal rights. There are 3 queues Rs 50 /Rs 300 / Free and VIP. I being a GC person as such preferred Rs 300 and it tool good 8 hrs waiting before I could have Dharshan. I was tortured and crippled as I reached the frontal golden temple gate but was motivated by the fragile faces in other queues. Thousands of people waiting from 24 hrs in Free Queue for Dharshan. A family waiting in queue from last 12 hrs because they couldn’t afford Rs 50 or more. While I was coming out from temple , thousands were sleeping in the temple premises , young and old , rich and poor , lost and found , known and unknown , from across the country so many languages and cultures boiling together in front of Lords Golden temple. I was wondering what motivates them to have faiths till in Hinduism when Christian missionaries can allure these poor people so easily. When they can attend Sunday masses with food , money and clothes in abundance , what binds them to this religion ? Why should a poor farmer whose crops are ruined and who is entangled from Moist heart land of Bastar come in general compartment of scorching sun to Tirumala , stand with his siblings and 90 yr old father for dharshans of Lord Venkateshwar rather than take easy money from Missionaries or convert in local mosque and get rid of farming loan. Couldn’t he be the next one among 150K farmers who committed suicide in farm crisis of India? System to reach God has been made very difficult for him, far beyond sustenance so how will this religion survive in the competitive world where Gods Angels and Evangelists do direct door to door marketing. How long will people queue up in this mismanaged infrastructure in the name of HINDU ? How long will Govt wait and watch till numbers dwindle and only 1 queue stays where people finally pay JAZIA to enter. Not to forget how the temple priest employed by GOVT struggled to take away my money from my hand to give extra 10 seconds dharshans. That incident left me shattered to see Got appointed executives behaving as Thugs right inside the Garb Greh , in front of lord.

Looking at few of these examples, I realize the fact that since Temple Shrines and Pilgrimage centers of Hinduism have become inaccessible to normal Hindu and the system set by Government has failed. Moreover where ever Government hasn’t intruded yet , it is decaying even faster. So alternative form of religious centers have come into existence called ASHRAMS A private entrepreneurship

As I said , Faith survives when avenues survive and RSS used to say long back “HINDU GATAH DESH BATA” . How true is that statement comes to be noted down that people found alternative ways of reaching god through age old tradition of Guru Shishya Parampara” ( Guru Disciple ) Ashrams raised the bar of healthy religion and spiritualism debates , revitalizing the old forms of Hinduism with modern day thought process. Middle class could easily relate with it along with their White skin generation of Followers to find solace in Oriental Ahimsa. Politicians , beurocrats , film stars and who is who of Page 3 were found around the new creed of celebrity Saints.

Gone were the days when we had to track through Himalayas to meet our Gurus and Saints but a new breed had arrived on stage where you can E Dharshan or Satellite channel viewing for them. Things moved fast and Hinduism adapted very fast to IT revolution of India. Astronomy and Astrology of our Brahmins was computerized. So big pothys were replaced by Sony Vios and Blackberry suitcases. Unlike in Arab were Clerics were against the new tide , Unlike in West where clerics still were ceased in Churches , Oriental philosophers left no stone unturned to market them and give a good run for the money of Evangelist who thought India would be WHITE MANs BURDEN for ever.

Today when everybody criticizes the Babas for grabbing so much money and power, we must look within ourselves as to what is responsible for this new power center in religion. A systematic degradation of Hindu seats of learning and institutions left a void in the system which was filled by this new order. Whether some of them are real good ones yet we can comprehend for some it is a money making business. But by persecuting these Saints and Babas, GOI is unveiling a bigger danger of forcing Hinduism from path of ahimsa to path of HIMSA. This will have disastrous consequences on Indian civilization.

All I see today is Brahmins who are taking care of temples have become bandits on Govt pay roll ,those not on rolls are begging outside temples .

Rest all Spiritual investment is going into Ashrams which are maintained by some good Saints but some by greedy Babas.

Solution is in mandatory introduction of HINDU Shrines Bill across India on the lines of AUQAF trust which handles the HINDU Shrines as per constitution independent of GOVT but by senior Hindu intellectual who have visionary sight and make constructive / futuristic move to save this religion from further deterioration. We can envision a course correction on the lines of SGPC as well.

Before Hindu Saints become Mukhtada al sadars of Iraq, GOI must act proactively by strengthening the traditional centers of Hinduism and make Hinduism more accessible to common man , the way Gandhi thought it should ! The way Vivekananda Presented it in Chicago and the way we read and experienced it.

May be time has come for Arya Samaj and Brahmo Samaj movements to be reinitiated ?

Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !!

2011-06-22T01:34:00.001-07:00

Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut, Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !!
Mye neh wanye zaan kasyi henz ,
Mye chu panun atah patah ti rovmut !!
Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !! Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !!

Mye Aashe asem pagheech ,Mye Aashe asem pagheech !!
Wuchit hyakah ti bhe tath waqthas ,
Mye wanye achen hund gaash ti luusmut !!
Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !! Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !!

MaYy yi Kaamm tufaan wuchmit ,MaYy yi Kaamm tufaan wuchmit !!
MaYy sholvyin wuzmal teh gagryaay buuzhmech,
Bhe Sorpheh topev teh kyemav buchmut !!
Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !! Bhe chunas Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !!

Mye kithpaaeth 21 waryen gahreh karmut ,Mye kithpaaeth 21 waryen gahreh karmut !!
Mye asmaanes ti aash daari syeet trop dyutmut ,
Mye Myechi Manz Mordan saaet ti bateh khyomut!!
Bhe chunas wanyeh Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !! Bhe chunas wanyeh Waqtan Gaabeh'rovmut !!

Dedicated to my 21 yrs in Exile ..Some lines in kashmiri

Rowmutt (Lost ) : The Lost Identity of Refugee Blues

2011-06-22T01:32:00.000-07:00

Kuss Kamyesund Sarparast ...
BHe Chu AAz Paney Rowmutt...!!!
kas Kamyisenz Kaaechah Maayeh..
Mye chum suh gatjaaar Rowmutt !!!

Mye Wuchaan bhaag , Baal te Koleh ..
Yimeh wudwenyi janwaar ti kyem krael ..
Yi kus la patah insaan hyu nachaan ..
BHe aaz panis Gharas maanz chus rowmutt !!!

Mye Mashaan Mashaan gome Mashit sorey ,
Mye Ravaan ravaan rovum wakh ti sorey ,
TYemi chcharey , harye , koterr, kaaw angnik,
Mye aazh panin chaaey teh Tariekh rowmutt !!!

Mye KUs parzenaav yeth shahras manz ,
Mye kyema naav zaanan yeth mulkas maaenz
Bhe garrreh yus gav Bhe gareth wanaan tas sarey ,
Mye Panun Mazhabh , zabaan ti Deen ti rowmutt !!!

Chadaan bayeh chus tasawur pruuney ,
Praraan bayeh chus yarbalan pyethiy ,
Mye apohr tarith .. praan travin chem ,
Mye navi taras magar Hamtul ti chum rowmutt !!!

21st New Year Exile Wishes

2010-12-31T04:13:00.000-08:00

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My Prayer for you
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May your homes, hearths & Places of Worship
Flourish with love and prosperity.
Protect thou from any wicked
From vice plans of your enemy.
Thou have none to harm &
All around you to charm !
May This year Keep you happy and warm

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Please pray for us
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21st Year of exile
Pray to Lord for us
to Grant us Home
this year and to see
Our kids in our own land

This year from youth
I will grow to old
a step further to death
desperation to live there
what if Death carries my wish

Before Bones become fragile
Eyes start digging deeper
Ears stop listening
Thoughts start wandering
Memory starts losing meaning

Pray this year for me
May the wood from its woods
Burn my funeral pyre
its Rivers absorb my ashes
my soul rests in peace

Let in death be my Homeland
Let in death be my ancestral Abode
Let in death be my New Year Wish
Even if it is my ephermal Blemish

Brief History of Kashmir

2010-10-12T11:16:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Satish Ganju for this informative article and I couldn't stop myself from reproducing it on my Blog.

Kashmiri Pandits have suffered either at the hands of rulers, invaders or terrorists since long. It was Harsha (AD 1089-1101), a man of extravagant habits and a jumble of contraries, who robbed temple treasures and got the idols of gold and silver melted to tide over his financial crisis. Before him two other kings, Jalauka and Kalasa, employed the same approach of plundering the temples to augment their depleted treasuries. Harsha also employed Muslim generals, who are called Turushkas by Kalhana, for the first time in the history of Kashmir. So Muslims as a class appeared in the political field and began to consolidate its roots. The rulers of Kashmir encouraged the influx of Muslims into the Valley. During the reign of Suhadeva (AD 1301-1320) many Muslim adventurers came to Kashmir. The chief among them was a Muslim missionary- Bulbul Shah. Two others were Shahmir from Swat and Rinchana from Tibet. Shahmir came in AD 1313 along with his numerous relations. Suhadeva granted him a jagir in a village near Baramulla. Ramachandra, the Prime Minister, employed Rinchana and granted him jagir in a village in the Lar Valley. These two adventurers were instrumental in the establishment of the Muslim rule in Kashmir.

Dulucha, a Tartar chief from Central Asia, invaded Kashmir with 60,000 strong horsemen. Suhadeva tried to induce him to retreat by paying him off a large sum of money, but the invader refused and struck terror. He stayed in the Valley for eight months and took about 50,000 Brahmans with him as slaves. However, all the troops and slaves perished while crossing the Devsar Pass. The cruel invader went away from the Valley but left it haunted. The cursed people had lost all faith in their ruler, Suhadeva. Taking the advantage of the chaos and confusion, Rinchana- the Buddhist refugee from Tibet, occupied the throne with the help of some chiefs . He killed his benefactor, Ramachandra, in the fort of Lar by treacherous means and married his daughter, Kota Rani. Shahmir and Bulbul Shah managed his conversion to Islam. Ramachandra’s son, Ravanachandra, and many others also embraced Islam. A Muslim ruling class came into existence. This newly established Muslim class slowly consolidated its position and employed various methods to propagate the new faith. After the death of Rinchana (AD 1326), Udyanadeva, the brother of Suhadeva, was installed on the throne of Kashmir and Shahmir was appointed as Commander-in-Chief.

Achala, a Turkish Chief, invaded Kashmir during the reign of Udyanadeva, laying waste the territories he passed through. The king fled to Tibet. Kota Rani - the queen, faced the invader, procured his death and saved the kingdom. In this operation , Shahmir played the dominant role. Shahmir’s influence increased tremendously and he further strengthened his position by entering into matrimonial relations with the powerful nobles in Kashmir. A subversive struggle was born between the tolerant Hinduism and the militant Islam. In AD 1339, after defeating Kota Rani by a foul strategem and procuring her death, Shahmir ascended the throne of Kashmir under the name of Sultan Shamas-ud-Din (The Light of the Religion - Islam). He got khutaba read and the coins struck to his name. Islam became the court religion. Shahmir became the legitimate author and architect of Muslim rule in Kashmir. With the establishment of the new regime Muslim missionaries, preachers, sayyids and saints penetrated into the Valley. Sayyid Jalal-ud-Din, Sayyid Taj-ud-Din, Sayyid Hussain Simnani, Sayyid Masud and Sayyid Yusuf came to Kashmir to avoid the intended massacre by Timur. Mir Sayyid Ali Hamadani (Shah Hamadan) entered Kashmir with 700 sayyids; and, his son, Mir Muhammad Hamadani, with 300 more. They endured in the Valley under royal protection and disseminated the message of Islam. Mir Sayyid Ali Hamadani (AD 1314-AD 1385) pronounced ‘sixteen commandments’ for Non-Muslims in “ Zakhirat’ul Maluk ”:

1. Muslim ruler shall not allow fresh constructions of Hindu temples and shrines for image worship.

2. No repair shall be executed to the existing Hindu temples and shrines.

3. They shall not proffer Muslim names.

4. They shall not ride a harnessed horse.

5. They shall not move about with arms.

6. They shall not wear rings with diamonds.

7. They shall not deal in or eat bacon.

8. They shall not exhibit idolatrous images.

9. They shall not built houses in the neighbourhood of Muslims.

10. They shall not dispose of their dead in the neighbourhood of Muslim graveyards, nor weep or wail over their dead.

11. They shall not deal in or buy Muslim slaves.

12. No Muslim traveller shall be refused lodging in the Hindu temples and shrines where he shall be treated as a guest for three days by non-Muslims.

13. No non-Muslim shall act as a spy in the Muslim state.

14. No problem shall be created for those non-Muslims who, of their own will, show their readiness for Islam.

15. Non-Muslims shall honour Muslims and shall leave their assembly whenever the Muslims enter the premises.

16. The dress of non-Muslims shall be different from that of Muslims to distinguish themselves.

This naturally caused animosity among the Brahmans and resulted in frail rebellion during the reign of Shihab-ud-Din (AD 1354-1373). In order to break the upheaval among the Hindus and to make them prostrate, the Sultan turned his attention towards their temples. All the temples in Srinagar, including the one at Bijbehara, were wrecked to terrorize the poor Kashmiri Pandits. It seems that by this time, the sultans of Kashmir were perfectly dogmatized as a result of their contacts, interactions and intercourses with the sayyids. These sayyids came here as absconders in search of safe harbours, but manoeuvered the events for their own cause and fanatic iconoclastic zeal. The Hindus began to feel deserted and alienated in their own land. To consolidate their rule, sultans institutionalized the “policy of extermination” to eradicate all traces of Hinduism in any form.

Sikandar- the Butshikan, was bigoted with fanatic religious zeal to spread Islam in the entire Valley. This fanaticism was stimulated by Mir Muhammad Hamadani. Both hatched a deadly conspiracy to prosecute the Hindus and enforce upon the Nizam-i-Mustaffa. Jonaraja says, “ The Sultan forgot his kingly duties and took delight day and night in breaking images … He broke images of Martanda, Vishaya, Ishana, Chakrabrit and Tripureshvara …… There was no city, no town, no village, no wood where Turushka left the temples of the gods unbroken.” According to Hassan (History of Kashmir), “ This country possessed from the times of Hindu rajas many temples which were like the wonders of the world. Their workmanship was so fine and delicate that one found himself bewildered at their sight. Sikandar, goaded by feelings of bigotry, destroyed them and levelled them with the earth and with the material built many mosques and khanqahs. In the first instance he turned his attention towards the great Martand temple built by Ramdev (the temple was rebuilt by King Lalitaditya, AD 724-760) on Mattan Kareva. For one year he tried to demolish it, but failed. At last in sheer dismay, he dug out stones from its base and having stored enough wood in their place, set fire to it. The gold gilt paintings on its walls were totally destroyed and the walls surrounding its premises were demolished. Its ruins even now strike wonder in men’s minds. At Bijbehara, three hundred temples including the famous Vijiveshwara temple, which was partly damaged by Shihab-ud-Din, were destroyed. With the material of Vijiveshwara temple, a mosque was built and on its site a khanqah, which is even now known as Vijiveshwara Khanqah.” The stones and bricks which once configurated a marvelous and splendid temple or monastery, now hold up mosques. Hassan further adds, “ Sikandar meted out greatest oppression to the Hindus. It was notified in the Valley that if a Hindu does not become a Muslim, he must leave the country or be killed. As a result some of the Hindus fled away, some accepted Islam and many Brahmans consented to be killed and gave their lives. It is said that Sikandar collected, by these methods, six maunds of sacred thread form Hindu converts and burnt them. Mir Muhammad Hamadani, who was a witness of all this vicious brutality, barbarism and vandalism, at last advised him to desist from the slaughter of Brahmans and told him to impose jazia (religious tax) instead of death upon them. All the Hindu books of learning were collected and thrown into Dal Lake or were buried beneath stones and earth.” Sikandar issued orders that no man should wear the tilak mark on his forehead and no woman be allowed to perform sati. He also insisted on breaking and melting of all the gold and silver idols of gods and coin the metal into money. An attempt was made to destroy the caste of the Aryan Saraswat Brahmans by force and those who resisted were subject to heavy fines. Farishta says, “ Many of the Brahmans, rather than abandon their religion or their county, poisoned themselves; some emigrated from their native homes, while a few escaped the evil of banishment by becoming Muhammedans”. To strictly enforce the Nizam-i-Mustaffa, Sikandar established the office of Shaikh-ul-Islam. According to W.R. Lawrence, the Aryan Saraswat Brahmans of Kashmir were given three choices- death, conversion or exile. “Many fled, many were converted and many were killed, and it is said that this thorough monarch (Sikandar) burnt seven maunds of sacred threads of the murdered Brahmans”. As for the statements of Hassan and Lawrence, six maunds of sacred threads of converts and seven maunds of murdered Pandits were burnt. The number of people, to whom these thirteen maunds of sacred threads belonged, might have been tremendously colossal. A mammoth number of the Saraswat Pandits also went into exile, causing the first disastrous mass exodus of the community. The unfortunate Pandits caught while crossing the border were awarded severe punishments. Even the converts were required to pay jazia as they were suspected of secretly clinging to their old religion.

Ali Shah - the tyrant (AD 1413-1430), son of Sikandar- the Butshikan, during his short rule of six years, carried on his father’s 24-year tyrant reign with homicides, conversions, tyranny and enforced jazia. The legendary Brahmans burnt themselves in the flaming fire through fear of conversion. Some Brahmans killed themselves by taking poison, some by the rope and others by drowning themselves. This caused the second miserable mass exodus of the Kashmiri Pandits. Jonaraja calls it “ Chandh-Dandh” - violent, cruel, brutal and horrible punishment; for the abandoned and vulnerable Saraswat Brahmans of Kashmir. The brutal religious persecution of the Kashmiri Pandits has been borne testimony to by almost all the Muslim historians. Hassan, Fauq and Nizam – ud – Din have condemned these excesses in unscathing terms. It was the reign of terror and homicide. The majority of the Hindus were converted forcibly and a large number of them left the Valley. These enlightened intellectuals had to move from door to door for food, like dogs. One can’t imagine a higher level of mental torture! The Brahmans, even after paying jazia, could not openly declare themselves as Hindus nor could they apply tilak on their foreheads. Neither could they pray in their temples or perform any religious ceremony.

The son of Sultan Sikandar and the brother of Sultan Ali Shah, Zainul Abidin (AD1420 to 1460) followed the policy of tolerance, endurance, patience, sympathy and broad mindedness. But the conservative and dogmatic Muslims reacted very sharply to this policy of toleration and mutual coexistence . According to Mulla Bahauddin, “ The Sultan reimported practices of infidels which had once become extinct”. The honey-moon of the Kashmiri Pandits proved very brief. During the reign of Haider Shah (AD 1470-1472) - the prodigal son of the great Zainul Abidin, Kashmiri Pandits once again suffered tremendously. He adopted various corrupt and cruel practices against the Saraswat Brahmans. The repression was so terrible that the tolerant Pandits lost their cool. Hassan says, “ the patience of the Pandits having reached the breaking point, they rose in a body and set fire to some mosques which were built with the material of the Hindu temples once demolished by Sikandar. The rising was quelled by the sword; many more Pandits were drowned in rivers; and, loot and plunder was practiced with unbridled licence.” Srivara also illustrates the cruel and inhuman treatment given to the mythical Kashmiri Saraswat Brahmans, “… many Pandits struggled and threw themselves in river Vitasta to be drowned there. The arms and noses of many people were cut off, even of those Brahmans who were king’s servants.” Ravage and arson of the sacred places continued during the indifferent rule of Hassan Khan (AD 1476-1487), when the real authority was with the gang of three persons- Shams Chak, Shringhar Raina and Musa Raina.

Mir Shams-ud-Din Iraqi, who visited the Saffron Valley twice in AD 1477 and 1496, was the founder of Nurbakhshiya Order (Shia sect) in Kashmir. His mission was the vigorous propagation of his faith. Not contented with peaceful preachings, he employed the violent methods. Besides the poor vulnerable Brahmans, Sunni Muslims were also violently converted to Shia sect by murderous techniques. This dogmatic fanaticism even crippled the authority of Sunni ruler of Kashmir, Fateh Shah (AD 1510-1517). About 24,000 Kashmiri Pandits were forcibly converted to Shia sect of Islam. Iraqi had even issued orders that everyday about 1500 to 2000 Brahmans be brought to his doorsteps, remove their sacred threads, administer Kalima to them, circumcise them and make them eat beef. These decrees were ferociously and brutally carried out. The Hindu religious scriptures from 7th century AD onwards and about 18 magnificent temples were destroyed, property confiscated and ladies molested. Thousands of Brahmans killed themselves to evade this horrific barbarism and thousands migrated to other places, resulting in their third tragic mass exodus from the Valley. Those who stayed behind were not only forced to pay jazia, but their noses and ears were chopped off. To escape the tremendous pain and agony, they cried. “I am not a Hindu.”

Qazi Chak, the founder of Chak rule in Kashmir (AD 1553-1586), carried on ferocious religious policy and made conversion of many Hindus to Shia sect of Islam. According to Suka, one thousand cows were used to be killed everyday without any opposition under the orders of the Chak rulers, who were Shias, just to injure the religious sentiments of the Kashmiri Pandits. These celebrated and highly educated Aryan Saraswat Brahmans were made the objects of laughter and reproach. They were publically taunted, abused and humiliated. The last Chak ruler, Yaqub Chak, had a bigoted zeal for the propagation of Shia sect and planned mass conversion of the Hindus. However, he could not administer his criminal designs because of the Mughal annexation.

Akbar was tremendously influenced by the amazing moral supremacy of the Kashmiri Pandits. Abul Fazl records in Ain-i-Akbari, “ the most respectable class in this country (Kashmir) is that of the Pandits, who, notwithstanding their need for freedom from the bonds of tradition and custom, are the true worshippers of God. They do not loosen their tongue of calumny against those not of their faith, nor beg, nor importune. They employ themselves in planting fruit trees and are generally a source of inspiration for others”. The greatness of Akbar lies in his magnificent and fascinating policy of religious tolerance. Jahangir and Shah Jahan were not so tolerant. But their religious enthusiasm cannot be termed as fanatic. During this period, the Brahmans could perform their religious ceremonies after paying some tribute. But the whole scenario changed with the accession of Aurangzeb to the throne. With his bigoted fanatic and dogmatic approach, the Kashmiri Pandits were once again made vulnerable. Iftkar Khan, the Mughal governor of Kashmir during the reign of Aurangzeb, brutally tyrannized over the Brahmans to such an extent that they approached Guru Teg Bhahadur, the ninth Sikh Guru, at Anandpur in Punjab and solicited his personal intervention with the Emperor. This ultimately led to the Guru’s martyrdom and made Guru Gobid Singh to create the Khalsa to fight the oppressors . Muzaffer Khan, Nassar Khan and Ibrahim Khan were other governors of Aurangzeb who ferociously terrorized the Kashmiri Pandits. These poor scapegoats were once again forced to migrate from the land of their origin. It was the fourth disastrous mass exodus of the Aryan Saraswat Brahmans from Kashmir.

During the rule of later Mughals, Kashmir witnessed the outbreak of the worst kind of religious intolerance. In AD 1720, Mullah Abdul Nabi, also called Muhat Khan, a non-resident Kashmiri Muslim, was appointed as Shaikh-ul Islam . In order to assert his religious authority, he asked the Deputy Governor, Mir Ahmed Khan , to start a campaign of persecution of the Kafirs (infidels) - as the Kashmiri Pandits were called. In order to satisfy his satanic ego, the Mulla issued six commandments:

No Hindu should ride a horse, nor should a Hindu wear a shoe;

That they should not wear Jama (Mughal costume);

That they should move bare arms;

That they should not visit any garden;

That they should not have tilak mark on their foreheads;

That their children should not receive any education.

But Ahmed Khan refused to execute the mischievous decree. The Mullah then excited his followers against the Kashmiri Pandits. He established his seat in a mosque, assumed the duties of the administrator under the title of Dindar Khan and let loose the reign of terror. The Hindus were wickedly tormented, their houses burnt and property looted. Hundreds of Brahmans were killed, prostrated, maimed and humiliated. They began to run away in large numbers and hide themselves in mountainous terrain. This was the fifth dreadful mass exodus of the legendary Kashmiri Pandits from their mystic motherland. Those who remained behind lived in the most horrific and terrible conditions generated by the Mullah and his gang. But soon he was assassinated by his rivals and his son, Sharif-ud-Din, become the new Shaikh-ul Islam. The son improved upon the brutal methods of his father and inflicted most barbaric, cruel and inhuman tortures upon the vulnerable Brahmans. The plight of the Kashmiri Pandits during this period became tremendously miserable and tragic.

The Afghan rule in Kashmir (AD 1753-1819) was a period of cruelty, homicide and anarchy. W.R. Lawrence calls it the “reign of brutal tyranny.” The barbarous Afghans employed every wild, inhuman, primitive, ferocious, cruel and brutal method to suppress the Kashmiri Brahmans. A pitcher filled with ordure was placed on the head of a Pandit and stones were pelt on it, till it broke and the unfortunate Brahman become wet with filth. Their brutality and atrocity crossed the extreme limits when Hindus were tied up in grass sacks, two and two, and drowned in the Dal Lake. The victimized Hindu were forced to flee the country or were killed or converted to Islam. This was sixth horrible mass exodus of the Kashmiri Pandits, to far away places like Delhi, Lucknow, Allahabad, etc. Many covered the long distances on foot. Hindu parents destroyed the beauty of their daughters by shaving their heads or cutting their noses and ears to save them from degradation. Any Muslim could jump on the back of a Pandit and take a ride. Mir Hazar - an Afghan governor, used leather bags instead of grass sacks for the drowning of Brahmans. Turbans and shoes were forbidden for them. The Saraswat Brahmans of Kashmir were also forced to grow beards and tilak was interdicted. The Afghans are now only remembered for their barbarity, brutality, ferocity, tyranny and cruelty. They thought no more of cutting of heads than of plucking a flower.

The Shahmirs, Chaks, Mughals and homicidal Afghans tore the fabric of society in Kashmir and left deep scars on it. When the Afghan oppression became intolerable, the Pandits turned with hope to the rising power of Maharaja Ranjit Singh. Accordingly Birbal Dhar and his minor son, Raja Kak Dhar, secretly left for Lahore with a petition signed by the prominent Kashmiri Pandits through which an invitation was extended to Ranjit Singh to take over the Valley. When Azim Khan, the Afghan governor of Kashmir, came to know about these developments, he sent his soldiers to nab Birbal Dhar and teach him a lesson. But when these bandits met with no success, the cruel governor turned his guns towards the wife and daughter-in-law of Birbal Dhar . The poor ladies were captured . Birbal Dhar’s wife committed suicide by swallowing a piece of diamond. The younger lady was violently converted to Islam and handed over to an Afghan noble, who carried her to Kabul.

Nervous to the marrow of his bones and crazy with rage, Azim Khan tormented all those Kashmiri Brahmans whom he suspected to be in league with Birbal Dhar. But on learning about the Sikh advances towards Kashmir, he lost all nerve and ran away from the Valley, leaving the administration into the hands of his brother, Jabbar Khan. However, atrocious Afghans were crushed and the Sikhs annexed Kashmir. Some extremist Sikhs, including Phul Singh, endeavoured to knock down the mosque of Shah Hamadan. But celebrated Birbal Dhar, at a considerable risk to his own life, made them desist from this action. According to GMD Sufi, “ It is to the lasting credit of Birbal Dhar that when a deputation of Muslims headed by Sayyid Hasan Shah Qadiri Khanyari approached him to dissuade the Sikhs from the destruction of the Khanqah, he moved in the matter, used his influence and saved this historical structure from vandalism.” It reveals the true personality and character of a distinguished Kashmiri Pandit.

During the Sikh rule in Kashmir, AD 1819-1846, the celebrated Pandits reclaimed their past glory and magnificence. They claimed back the prominent places of trust and honour. Cow slaughter was banned, temples renovated and the earlier wrongs rectified. The legendary Kashmiri Pandits received a healing touch after centuries of barbarity, ferocity and tyranny. But by the time the Sikhs conquered Kashmir in AD 1819, about nine-tenths of the population had been converted to Islam. Out of the 10% Hindu population, a large number had migrated to the Punjab and other provinces. The Pandits in general belonged to the middle class while the upper and lower classes were dominated by the Muslims.

With the formation of Jammu and Kashmir State; and, establishment of the Dogra rule in 1846, Kashmiri Pandits were imperceptibly elbowed to the background. Administrators and officials were deputed from Jammu region. Though they enjoyed comprehensive religious freedom and social emancipation, political rights of the Kashmiri Brahmans were confined. On certain occasions, they even became victims of intrigue and suspicions. The vicious communal forces also turned their wrath against them. During the communal disturbances of July 1931, shops and houses belonging to the Kashmiri Brahmans were not only looted but also burnt. Three innocent Hindus lost their lives. This communalism in the state politics aggravated and magnified with the passage of time . It was fed for years with vicious communal propaganda and brainwashing.

After independence and accession of Jammu & Kashmir State to India, Kashmiri Pandits were pushed back to the barbarous Afghan era. Article 370 of Indian Constitution just reduced them to cipher and liquidated their population. Under the pretext of economic reforms, their jagirs were confiscated and distributed among the Muslim peasants. The administration of Shaikh Abdullah adopted malicious and pernicious approach towards the Saraswat Brahmans of Kashmir. They were taunted on one excuse or the other. Hindu temples were desecrated, looted and plundered. Minor girls of the community were forced to embrace Islam and marry the Muslim youth. Shaikh Abdullah tried to create “Shaikhdom” for his dynastic rule in Kashmir. He was arrested in 1953 for anti-national activities. In 1958, he was released but detained again after three months under the ‘Kashmir Conspiracy Case’. However, the case was withdrawn in 1964 because of political reasons. But he was arrested again in May 1965 for his subversive activities and released in January 1968. Again, in January 1971, a ban was imposed forbidding him to enter the Jammu and Kashmir state. This restriction was lifted in 1972.

During 1953-1974 Shaikh Abdullah characterized India as an imperialist power endeavouring to subjugate the people of Kashmir. He asserted that the accession of Kashmir with India was his greatest blunder for which history will never forgive him. He also demanded the right of self determination for the people of Muslim – dominated Kashmir, but ignored the Hindu- dominated Jammu and Buddhist- dominated Ladakh regions. The Shaikh advocated plebiscite and unconditional withdrawal of Indian army from the Saffron Valley. He made emotional solicitations that after death his body should not be buried in the subjugated Valley, but immersed into the sacred waters of Arabian Sea. However, today his magnificent tomb stands on the banks of beautiful Dal Lake in Srinagar and is guarded by the Indian security personnel. By such gratuitous and conflicting statements, his secular credentials evaporated into thin air. The prospect of disloyalty and sedition began to haunt the Saffron Valley. Kashmiriyat switched over to political vandalism and bigoted fundamentalism. Shaikh Abdullah desperately held Indian Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru, a Kashmiri Pandit, responsible for the shattering of his malevolent dreams in 1953. The Shaikh ambiguously decided to retaliate against the whole Pandit community in Kashmir. In vindictiveness, he instigated his associated that while making a choice between a Kashmiri Pandit and dreaded cobra, kill the Pandit first. A vicious campaign of terror was launched against the Aryan Saraswat Brahmans of Kashmir. They were refused entry to government jobs and institutions of higher learning. Besides hurling strong statement against the Government of India and Kashmiri Pandits, the Shaikh derided that the whole lot of Indian army cannot save the Hindus in Kashmir against the malevolence of Muslims. The very existence of Kashmiri Pandits was ignored during their political adventurism. They were made to pay for every move on the political chessboard in Kashmir because they represented the pseudo-secularism, incognito- socialism and flowering- democracy of India.

But then the whole political scenario in Kashmir took a dramatic turn in 1974, when Indira-Shaikh accord was signed by virtue of which the Shaikh became the Chief Minister of the State after the lapse of 22 years. Ignoring the great expectations he had created among the people in Kashmir and his vigorous campaign for plebiscite, the sophist Shaikh began to speak the language of Indian nationalism, democracy, socialism and secularism. The slogans of plebiscite, self-determination and independent Kashmir melted away. However the Hate- India virus, infused by him into the blood of the Muslim youth in Kashmir, was exploited by other corrupt self-styled politicians for their own interests from time to time. A vacuum was created because the people were betrayed, cheated and left in wilderness. After the Shaikh, his son – Farooq Abdullah, ruled the Valley and now his grandson, Omar Abdullah, is enjoying the authority. This is the virtual reward for the satanic crimes against the Kashmiri Pandits.

. From 1947-1986 about four lac Kashmiri Pandits silently migrated from the Valley. Hypocritical atrocities and criminal ignorances of political leaders were responsible for these developments. Pakistan, to avenge the defeat of Bangladesh, blatantly sponsored the violence and terrorism in the Valley, resulting in the turmoil of 1989-90. The final assault on the Kashmiri Pandits started with these slogans.

“Aay Zalimu, Aay Kafiroo,

Kashmir Hamara Choudh Dou”

“Bharat Kay Aiwanu Ko,

Aag Lagado, Aag Lagado”

Barbarous terrorists from neighbouring countries penetrated into the Saffron Valley. Brutal, wild and barbarous techniques were employed to hound and kill the Aryan Saraswat Brahmans of Kashmir. Even wicked Afghans will be feeling sorry in their graves for the brutal holocaust of the legendary Kashmiri Pandits. The brutal murder of hundreds of innocent Brahmans of Kashmir caused their seventh and final agonizing mass exodus from the Valley. This was the final knock down of ethnic cleansing and genocide of the Kashmiri Pandits. The mass massacres at Sangrampora (1997), Udhampore (1997), Prankot (1998), Wandhama (1998) and Nadimarg (2003) were the follow up operations. Pandits in Kashmir dwindled from 10% in 1947 to fewer than 5% in 1989 and to less than 1% today. In the barbarous turmoil about 60,000 persons including the Kashmiri Pandits, nationalistic Muslims and Sikhs have been killed; besides, thousands of security personnel massacred. Wailing shadows are haunting the Valley. The pretended world bodies, contaminated human rights organizations, pseudo-secularists, self-styled leaders, so-called policy makers, tainted political parties and slack bureaucracy have failed to express serious concern at this great human tragedy. If the creation of Telangana is possible, why not a HOMELAND for Kashmiri Pandits who are suffering since centuries. Even after twenty years of ‘seventh mass exodus’, Kashmiri Pandits are still vacillating with pain, sorrow and agony. They need a piece of land to live a respectable and peaceful life – HOMELAND.

Homeward Extrabound : Plain English

2010-06-27T00:25:00.000-07:00

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.

यह बीस वर्ष का वनवास

2010-04-18T18:28:00.000-07:00

यह बीस वर्ष का वनवास ,

नहीं जीवन भर का कारावास !
अदृश्य अछूता मेरा विश्वास,
मृत्यु से आगे रहे मेरी श्वास !

मोक्ष की नहीं अब मुझे है आस
रक्त बूँद बूँद करे एहसास:
विजय पथ मेरा हो: जीवित रहे प्रयास,
स्वर्णभूमि, मातृभूमि मेरी प्यास!

अडिग अमर अजय स्वर्णिम यह एहसास
उज्जवल सारस्वत वंदना की सांस
विरह मन करे वितस्ता का आभास
पूर्ण करूँ प्रतिज्ञा, संपूर्ण तब इतिहास !

शूर हूँ वीर हूँ बलिदान मेरा समास,
वीरगति शय्या मेरी: जैसे जलता कपास!
श्रद्धा मन ऐसी: जैसे रघु पर तुलसीदास,
समय अवसर हो: पूरण करूँ अपनी प्यास ...

Mere BHees Varsh

2010-04-17T22:48:00.000-07:00

Yeh Bhees varsh ka vanvaas,

Nahi jeevan bar ka karavas !
Ahdrish achootah mera vishwas ,
Mrityu sehh ageh rahe meri shwaas !

Moksha ki nahi hai abh mujhe aas !
Rakt bhoond bhoond kareh ehsaas ,
vijay paatth mera ho : jevit rahe prayas,
Swaranbhumi Matrabhumi meri pyaas !

Adig Amar Ajay swarnim yeh ehsaas,
Ujwal saraswat vandana ki saans !
Virah mann kareh vitasta ka abhaas ,
Puran karu pratigya: sampuran tab ithas !

Shoor hoon Veer hoon : balidan mera samas,
Veergati shayaah meri: jaise jalta kapas!
Shradah mann aisee:ragu par tulsidas,
Samay Awsar ho : puran karun apni pyaas !

And Handoo Saabh Expired in Exile ?? Adios @ Exile

2010-01-21T12:57:00.000-08:00

Chilling Morning with Fog decomposed into Smog on my Veranda , I woke up to the sudden escalation of an yet another bitter morning. Having slept for few hrs and waiting for this good night ( EST ) call from my colleague in US would have sounded normal. That is the way how we handover before I sip morning Bed tea and he hits bed. I had a sullen feeling of things being not that ok today.

Just day before yesterday , we completed 20 years in exile and I was still feeling that I have been jailed in exile with this tiresome job and sarcastic metro lifestyle. By afternoon , I was all set to pack for another hectic day to office and sudden call from my good friend changed the lull into storm of nostalgia. But I controlled it for sometime.

I called up elderly neighborhood uncle Tiku Uncle while driving to office and confirmed if the news about Mr Handoo sabh was true and he confirmed about his sad departure. I asked for his details , so that as usual I can send the details in email and SMS to all around. It read Sh Hriday Nath Handoo ( Original Resident of Anantnag ) presently at 370 IP colony passed away today. My eyes got suddenly moist and it was in fact 2nd death in our locality of elderly KP person.

I felt as if the umbrella that I still carry from kashmir has started getting eaten up by moth and slowly one after the other spikes are breaking. I felt it might be raining soon and I would be wet one day.

2nd SMS from another friend read with a sarcasm .. get ready to retire by 45 and I thought what it would mean to me in next few years. Will I pass through this highway like Handoo Saabh did or will someone really have time to blog my death ?

Why Handoo Saabh was so important to me. Perhaps story goes few years back when I saw this tall smart and well suited old gentleman in a small function. He was unique in character and affirmation of grand past with legacy untouched like featherful cap of Maharajas. As usual I hunt for characters in faces and this face was no doubt a distinction in the crowd.

By that evening, I came to know that he is suffering from Alzheimer and he has been getting treatment for memory loss which he soon after migration. He was still thinking to be in kashmir and often would quote things as if he is living in present state of kashmir. One fine late evening of that cold winter , a call from neighborhood came for help. We rushed to Handoo sabhs place only to find that he is missing from afternoon.

We were surprised that from last many days he has been repeatedly nostalgic about kashmir and dreaming to go there. He was looked very well by his siblings and they were in state of shock. I got a copy of his photograph and many of my friends started hectic search for him. It came to be known that he has got Rs 75 which he has taken along with him and told gate keeper that he is going to kashmir.

We visited many police stations along with his son and many more relatives. For 3 days of hectic search and advertisements in local channels and Cable yielded no result. He must have forgot the place , his name , his identity and what not. We were all worried about his safety in that chilling winter of Delhi. Finally after 3 days he had lost even his clothes and was reportedly found with 1 onion which he thought to be apple from Kashmir.

He was bought home and every now and then we would see him occasionally. His picture was in my drawer till last week. He would forget his name, his meals , his daily routine but dreams of Kashmir and his return always would come out. In unfazzed talks he would assume himself in kashmir and in memory lane still in same grand state of kashmir. He might in his death find his lost kashmir and I pray that he rests not in heaven but in kashmir after death. We found him last time alive but alas I lost him this time in death. But may be in his death lies my resolve to find what he lost and in his photograph another character of lost motherland.

His death comes at a time when things are changing , new generation settling in new cultures ,Older kissing death in nostalgia , some lost in bloging this change and some not even finding to write obituary and yet others trying to skip my sms and save their half day leave on his death.. I am very sure even 20th year of exile will be bitter than before and with every death ,bonding with "Jan 1990" becomes further weak.

Adios @ Exile

Design, Build and Operate: Islamic Umah Greater Kashmir

2010-01-13T23:11:00.000-08:00

What Sheikh Mohammad Abdullah couldn't accomplish in 1953 , his apostle is carried by his third generation in more intelligent manner.First it was rejuvenating Doda route through my ancestral place of south west Kashmir and driving in his 4 * 4 to create a good tempo.

Now with the ambitious project of integrating Kashtiwar with valley at the cost of Rs 400 Cr in 1.5 yrs, I feel the sinister design is bigger now. Although 1500 crore announced by PM for Kashmiri refugees must have been consumed by moth or diverted to creating Makdoom Shah University in Doda or Islamic University in Anantnag ( sorry Islamabad ).

Design, Build and Operate must be the key but the real turn key project would be the Islamic incursions into these Hindu minority areas which have somehow resisted the onslaught of militancy.

1. There would be tremendous influx of Muslim Majority Kashmiris in Kashtiwar and Doda.
2. Easy movement for militants across Pir Panchal.
3. Reducing the hindus in hilly districts of Jammu to further minority status.
4. Have more Pro Pakistan Elements available in jammu Areas when referrendum or plebsite happens.
5. Create more extremist elements who are in minority as of now in Kishtiwar.
6. Create alternative routes for connectivity of Kashmir and save them from situations which occured during Amarnath turmoil.
7. Reduce Non Kashmiri speaking population in Doda and Kishtwar with Kashmiri Muslims.
8. From Jammu Narwal Mandi Bypass through Shivalik mountains across Pir Panchal to Valley and contiguous stretch of domination of wahabi culture will be created.

I felt heroism has lost its meaning or I must have forgot his speech in Parliament of India when he declared that as a Kashmiri and as a Muslim " not even an Inch of land will be given to fascists".

Offcourse, we Hindus of kashmir were fascists as we were the ones who were instrumental in ethnic cleansing of 1 crore Muslims of Kashmir ( he should have refreshed his thoughts or pressed F5 )

What has happened over time is the systematic erosion of Indian secular ethos and a continual step wise expansion of wahabi Islamic cult in jammu region. I saw Jammu after 15 good years last week and
everywhere from Railway station till Bohri , I was only welcomed by Sufi Shrines , Some kind of Green Flag holdings on top of unnamed graves which later become small mosques then seminaries and finally muslim dominated areas. I wonder if it was still CITY OF TEMPLES.

We lost kashmir in 40 yrs of independence and now I am sure in next 5 yrs another mass exodus is coming from Jammu and its surrounding towns.. Wave after wave of aggression is planned by those who drink kehwa with us and those cheer up in name of humanity at Delhi Podiums after killing innocent hindus with warm bullets of enemy.

It is just a matter of time and we saw it happening in recent lok sabha elections that even after a successful Amarnath Agitation how it becomes Hindu V/S Muslim, Gita V/S Quran in elections. Ultimately BJP lost Jammu because majority of Hindu bases in upper reaches of Jammu have eroded and replaced by Muslims from kashmir.

Same results should be expected if and if plebiscite happens. It is the time Jammu people should wake up and oppose the concept of greater kashmir else they will be wiped faster than their Hindu brothers of kashmir.

What is a surprise for me was in store on returm journey.I had almost missed my train but two young Kashmiri Muslim biys who were studying in Jamia ( Delhi ) and were abusing Jehadis like anything.They actually helped me port my luggage into the compartment only to find TABLIKI JAMAAT ( 48 fellows ) having booked the compartment. What followed was another narrative for which Umar Farooq needs not to build any Tunnel across Kishtiwar for islamic Umah Integration.

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Zakham : A Scar of Exile

2009-10-04T01:56:00.001-07:00

Is shaher ka har bashindah Zakhmi hai !
Fir bhi, har koi , khudh sehh poochtah hai !!
Kiska zakham aajh kitna gehra hai !
Kiska zakham khronch aur kiska nasoor hai !!
Is shaher ka har bashindah Zakhmi hai !

Koi marham nahi na koi dawah hai !
Kuredneh ko hi yahah kehteh ilaajh hai !!
Khoon nikleh toh kehteh yeh zindah hai !
Lahu tham jayeh toh kehte useh shaheed hai !!
Is shaher ka har bashindah Zakhmi hai !

Kis mazaar per abh kiski kabar hai !
Kis ghar ke dhar par, kis ki laash hai !!
Kis awhhrin par kis ki sajti chitah hai !
Yahan har jalsah, abh ek shav yatra hai !!
Is shaher ka har bashindah Zakhmi hai !

Na pooch khaqsaar sehh, uske zakhm kaha hai !!
Woh beposh vyeth mai nahan chukaah hai !!
Jism par ek nishaan , na abh raha uskeh hai !
Par jigar mai behra khoon hi , abh uska zakham hai !!
Is shaher ka har bashindah Zakhmi hai !!!

Unsolicited Memories

2009-10-01T10:19:00.000-07:00

Sunny yet a bit dry morning , old and cold wind was blowing from nearby garden and my vyeth in front of my house at Banamohalla was flowing very quietly that day. Nothing more and Nothing Less , the day started for me as a usual day.

Being in 7th grade and excited about the adolescent age at my doors , it was an exciting time. I was riping over tunes of Qayamat seh Qayamet tak.. and feeling every stroke of heart beat at this raw Adolescent. Watching some good faces around and a good team of football at school was craze. To Share this craze among friends was an honour not bestowed on many.

I had returned from two good trips recently and it was for the first time that I officially stayed away from family for a fortnight. Plundering it may sound but I was spreading hot news across in school premises and attaching every significance of my journey like a seaman returning after discovery of Americas Inc. Fortunes wont have changed if life would have stayed bit like the same and god wouldn't have be displeased further if I would have taken my life further from here. Things were occasionally forecasting the shadows to be played even at zenith but I loved my horizons and sunsets more than them.

In premises of Purshayar temple , stood our two story building called GITA BHAWAN. For last 3 years or so , I was pursuing myself in rehearsing every shalok of Bhagwat Gita and some other religious text. Our Teacher Sanjay ji , Kamlesh ji and few more were so dedicated that at times , I would feel the positive energies from them transcending through me into the body and heart. Between during the ill fated elections of 86 and fresh from violence in Anantnag , I heard the trauma stories of my fellow brethren who coincided to my belief that everything wasn't right.

By Mid 1989 signals were fearsome for this kid. One fine day, I was playing with my friends next to mansabal lake Higher secondary school. Every Muslim boy would couter brand himself as Miandad and would love to hit six on last ball fo match. Natraj Pencils advertisement was branded as " Yeh hai Match ki akhri genddh and yeh lagah chakkah, Pakistan fir champion". With a friendly laugh , I would dismiss this skirmish as another foolish paradize.

Suddenly I realized a cricket club which came from Asham ( A village not far from Safapore ) teasing me as Dyali batta ... I had a HRM HARMAS cricket bat with kapil dev sticker on it and this annoyed one of their ring leaders. He hit me hard and I was on ground... he then started scratching and rubbing my forehead very hard and it started to pain. His satanic comments are still fresh in my mind. " Battah : The place on your forehead,where you put your tilak will be scratched by God in same way and you will be having bigger pain on day of judgement. Better give up putting tilak on your forehead and convert"

I was taken aback as till date , I never thought that someone will put me down on my playground amidst my friends and none will object him. Some stood mum and some stood laughing ,... I came back to my maternal place with a bruise and scar in my soul. A void had been created with this incident.

On Sep 14, this void was further deepened when our Urdu teacher Moti Lal ji enetered the class and asked us to assemble in the ground... as I was moving down .. I saw some Muslim boys crowding in different corner and KPs in different one.. Komesh Teng who was our senior was consoling a boy whom I dont know till date that everything will be fine. At the assemble Pyari Madam and Prana Madam broke the news of Tika Lal ji Assasination. Soon a shout erupted from back SHABIR SHAH ZINDABAD... I could realise my Void is a wound now and it is not just a bruise but a radical cut stabbed in my soul. I moved along with Sandeep bhat to Chinkra Mohalla and saw some JKP guards around the place... Little know academy called Minerva and its Muslim boys were also present. a small skirmish resulted with some string iron willed KP kids from ganpatyar and police gaurds lathicharged all.

I ran back to home at Banamohalla and by evening a mourning was touched on our roofs.. as if tinned roofs were as sonorous as my void ... In evening I went to Sheetal nath along with some seniors and saw a crowd of some 100 odd Kps maing announcement. I remember Sh Vaishnavi ji making desperate appeal to all for unity and challenging pakistan to kill him in open not like cowards in streets and playgrounds.

Next day whole city was reverbrating from Sheetal Nath to karan Nagar. We were stoned during procession at Habbakadal and at tankipora crossing. we chased back and I was happy to send stones back... I bruised my leg in stampede...

In next one year , I saw what was beyond the imagination of human being. I saw dead body in pool floating to be fished but was instead stoned because it was wearing a kadda in right hand , I heard that breastless body of a KP women hanging in my maternal orchard , I heard people getting killed and pissed at , I saw my classmates asking me to recite kalima , I was kicked for carrying a geometry box with Indian Flag , my friends uncle and his family was slaughtered because he had an alteration with milk man , my muslim barber was murdered by his own son and buried in his courtyard for he was talking sensible secular values , temple bells were lowered for Muslims in neighbourhood will get annoyed by its sound , morning prayers on river side temples were no longer mandatory for kids , hearing loud bangs of explosion and curfew sirens was a testimony to the evil apostle that my void had forecasted long back.

In next one year , I saw lakhs leaving their home , thousands getting killed on road , mosques rather than calling faithful to prayers instead asking faithful to kill kafirs , neighbours become enemies within days and above all a big exodus. Twenty years must have been a long time but my void is yet to be filled although scars are gone , I sleep buyt rather than dreams nigthmares still come hauting and chasing me from my civilized world into an unknown barbaric Island. At last I just say ZUV CHUM BRAMAAN GARR GACHAAAV

Violet Lips Lost

2008-11-01T11:53:00.000-07:00

Cribbing about another hectic week ,amid global financial crisis wouldn't have got worse with domestic problems escalating thanks to my official woes. Ignoring the basic stuff which comprises my world is often the biggest halt in ones growth and Quite often or not we think.... we are doing everything for it lest we forget to take care of it.

Its like buying few Eggs for hatching some Chicks and ultimately ending up opening a Poultry farm and forgetting about those few Chicks you wanted to breed. As one of my favourite trainers said in his invitational speech "Life is what comes to us when we plan for something else"

On this casual note I landed up on this weekend, fast and fragile like a desert storm trying to grab everything it can before hitting next village. Ultimately nothing comes in hand except the sand of dunes which also settles just few miles away.

Long back on such weekends I would pack leisurely unlike all uptown boys of Srinagar and head to Manasbal. It was as if a Martian would have got an Earth to rule upon. Automatically my superiority complex of being a city boy was a welcome gesture in village cricket team. It is another story that they were far better players than my next 7 generations could be. The Wildness of Autumn was about to set in and Leaves of chinar were falling down to announce the end of another blissful , romantic and vibrant summer in Kashmir.

As Bus would make a shrieking halt in the market of Safapore , I would leave no stone unturned to announce my arrival.Grabbing the first available moment soon after having hot salty SHEER Chai and Rice floor Chapati, I would head towards to the nearest cricket field overseeing the manasbal lake...Nice Curly Mountains on all side and "Wooder" A plateau formation of small hills ...

Next on one side I would see Sainik school boys rowing their boats in discipline,some fisherman as busy as they could be, sericulture department on other side,sometimes an occasional NCC camp where aromatic kitchen was my destined pleasure.

Between I scored another duck like most of the times but was most wanted to bowl spin anytime.

Now after all the tussle and bustle it was the time to take out the small but sharpest knives .. use best archery skills and stone throwing competition .. get as many walnuts as possible from the trees... Unripe and covered with ligament which when cut would leave a Violet marks on my hands and my lips. These Violet Lips were enough for me to be caught by any Gardner and yet being forgiven.

During those days of poise only shots I would hear from the Gun filled with some rotten powder which would blast through funnel of gun and produce loud bang. Loud enough to scare the crows and birds from wall nut tress.. But within few years this loud bang was enough to turn my violet lips dry and scare me away from those fields into the dusty plains of INDIA.

Alas ! Voilets grow every season but I lost my Voilet lips of walnut theft for ever

Not sure whether those trees have birds still but I lost my habitat and lost those violet lips. One life one dream to retain those Violet Lips once again.. be caught by Gardner once again...swim across the lake once again.. run through fields to infinity once again... score few runs if not hundred... get few inches closer to the depth of lake and pluck out some more lotus stem.

Aahatun seh nikla umar bar mai

2008-08-04T03:32:00.000-07:00

Aahatun seh nikla umar bar mai
ek siski chut'teh.. is jahan seh mai
Koi Awaaz nahi ..ko shor nahi
bas ek siski joh mera wajood thi,

Kon duuntah hai awaaz ko
is ajyaabh ghar seh duniya mai
chand lafzun mai simattih hai
bas itni lambi zindagi ,

Woh joh jiyeh bhi nahi
unhe maut seh kya wastaa hai
Kuch paloon ki yadein
kuch lamhoon ka karvaan hai !!

Fractured Links

2008-05-01T18:33:00.000-07:00

Few days back I met a childhood friend of mine ..who had by now grown a long beard and has become a strong advocate of DARUL ISLAm or so called establishment of Islamic order in this world. I congratulated him for him being father of 4 kids in such a short span of time and at the same time was astonished to hear the sad demise of my dear Babi whom I couldnt meet in her life time.

I felt sorry for her being pushed into motherhood 4 times in short span of 5 years which must have contributed to her death.. but I surivived not to ask that question to this friend of mine for whom will of Allah was supreme and so do I agree that none can get things done better than the will of almighty...

This common thought led us to a South Indian Udipi stall for cup of tea and soon we started rebuilding our old bridges ...Lost hopes started turning into dreams and dreams into mirage but ultimately the story of my Exile from my Motherland never became a reality even in this discussion...

I better not have given him my mobile number suspecting his connections with extremist but somewhere I felt that I share a common bond of Kashmiriyat with him.. Even if he wants to do something wrong ..he wont do it me at least.. with this thought we wrapped the evening.... with a promise to meet along with the family...

I was feeling like to ask him that please give me pictures of your kids.. for I felt so much love for those kids much more than I even have for my own nephews or neices...Anyway time moved on and I started the postmortem of this heavenly anecdote..

we had played football and cricket together.celeberated every moment whether Javed minadad hit six on last ball or shastri won a car in Sharjah cup. His maternals were famous butchers in downtown srinagar and had most of the customers as listed Hindus WHO is WHO in city.

I was definetly much ahead of those WHOs at that shop... Chopping and grinding ... cutting and swaying.. they did it all with dexterity and skill.Tuesdays they would be Off to mark a sentimental value for KPs. Any Festival they would be first to acknowledge it..

That was the only meat shop in INdia where I was Stamped Lamped by Goverenment authority. I am sure they never made a fictitious stamp to impresses local KP population who were very beurocratic and beleived in legal affairs more than they would beleive in their religion.

For them Delhi , Washington , Moscow and Islamabad where the only four places in world who would be deciding factor in 3rd world war. They predicted in 80s that Afghan war will consume Pakistan and America will regret support Mujahideen. Cold war in end and Russia wil break away.

Alas they couldnt predict that in next few years they all will erased from the face of Valley and willbe tormenting as refugees in Jammu camps.

Coming back to my friend and his flaunting beard... I felt sometimes W G Grace in his attitude and sometimes Osama in making. As the topics changed ..so did the moods... I mentioned about other KMs friends of mine who are moderate and doing great everywhere else in world . He would negate their existence even because for him doing any thing not done by holy Prophet was KUFUR but I wanted to ask him why are you sipping South Indian Coffee with Dosa...Prophet never had it... Whya re you smoking Marlboro American made "Prophet never had"

Finally after much discussion , I thought this guy will surely raise his kids as Osamas commanders and will ruin their life... finally as we were about to end our conversation .. he was asking me about the good schools in GGN and Delhi.. To my surprise he wanted to his kids to study in Delhi away from surcharged Religious extremist Environment of Kashmir.

I got the clue...and was laughing within myself .. he was doing the same what other aristrocratic bizaarrrreeee Elelments and leaders of Kashmiri Muslims did... They made sure 50K youths die with Arms and startvation and their kids study MS / MBA / MBA in America. Who paid for it... Same people who funded guns for lesser mortals...

But I was contended at least 4 kids will come out the hell and live life in sane place in civilized world.

POEM ( KP a Kafir got killed )

2007-07-18T13:28:00.000-07:00

Please read on...

I always wrote the best verse
The teacher would often say
This pandit boy will be a poet one day

My pen drew imagesOf Kashmir,
Meadows and pines
Springs and brooks
Snow and shine
Alas, I forgot....
I was a Pandit too,

Soon they will come
To take me away
To the cold street
And shoot me down
My blood will freeze
Before it oozes

My verse would freeze
My voice, go dumb
The azan would rise
And the warriors of God
Will soon find another
Voice to quell

Another pandit to kill

The morning news would read
A KAFIR killed on a cold street

(Rashneek Kher)
Rashneek Kher

Blog:- http://nietzschereborn.blogspot.com

My Vyeth of Dreams

2007-04-11T05:22:00.000-07:00

During my Childhood ( at Banamohalla in Srinagar ), Every Morning I would open my wooden Window facing river vyeth/Jhelum.
It was the greatest experience of the day and I would wait all night in my dreams to open it.

One big reason was I wanted to be sure that weather was fine to play and second 'a more important thing'. It sounds unusual but there was a lot of importance to this activity for me.

Our House was located right on River bank LINK (http://kanghar.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-home-on-banks-of-river.html) as such my relatives would often chide me as "HAAENZ" ( or the people who stay in River).

In Spring when whole of Kashmir was enjoying I had an apprehension that it shouldn't flood our Bank and house.
Come winter but I wouldn't be allowed to play because of apprehension I might slip on snow and get drowned.
In autumn I was worried for the receding water level of Vyeth.
In summer I will pray to lord that hustle and bustle stay like this.
So first thing to check was If any tourists are traveling in tourist boats in Vyeth.

Vyeth was very important for my forefathers. I still remember their story.They worshiped it as being life line of Valley and celebrated its birthday every year with lamps called Vyeth Truvah'.

But for me I felt like a watchman for this river. Monitoring everything that would be happening around this river. When I read River Valley civilization I felt myself to be nearest descendant of those people.I learnt to swim in its waters that too without telling anybody.

My meeting with River Jhelum was always exciting.

Come Shivratri and Mom will take us there to wash all clothes and quilts.
I would watch with cruel eyes, when vegetable vendors would through garbage into it from habakadal bridge.I was the happiest person on earth when in 1988 CPWD came to our locality and told that no toilet outlets will be allowed to flow into this river and 'Sulabh' toilets with Tanks will be constructed in every household adjoining river...

I wished that when I will grow up I ll tell all kids about this story and the way we preserved its waters. I would read stories from books (scarcely available) about rivers and its preservation. I won a drawing competition once on it as well. I had a big dream to visit VARYNAAG its source and see it growing till it reaches my home at Habakadal.Some one would tell me that water from temples purifies the waters of Vyeth and keeps all bad elements away from society. That is why we have temples on its banks.

Badrinaath (our temple priest) would wear langot and was the fastest swimmer we knew to cross upto Pandit Shawl house across the river. Baitaji and Mukhtareh would follow him to take his LANGOOT off in water but this chase will end with all the fun on our river Bank.

A funny incident from that bank :-
A big stone (Patri kanye) had a crack in it because Baitaji (a local man)sat on it and farted. we kids would burst in laughter that with his fart a stone can crack no wonder he can swim across in floods too.

How can I forget Khandeh and Rehmaan who rescued not less that 20 BEERA BAALLs (wooden cricket balls) .. They were kids favorite boatman who occasionally might quarrel over passengers to be taken across the river. Khandeh died before 1990 and rehmaan was wondering where KPs are going and why they are not praying with loud speakers on in temple.

There was a sudden lull and cruelty in air. A suspicious current of water had as if changed the color of river and hardly would I see anyone on this water front.

When bullets would be fired across the bridges I would pray that river water will heal the injured. When someone will drown I would think as if water has marooned him to safety. When some one would say "THRAAT pyeh aath Vyethi" I would moan with sorrow.

But a day came when I moaned too much...I was 13 years when we left valley on 17th April 1990.That unfortunate day I saw as if Jhelum was flowing with my tears...

When I reached Jammu I saw some kashmiri men taking bath alongside Bihari Laborers at Patoli chowk. A strong Adamant local shopkeeper teased them and said "These kashmiris have taken all the water from city .. look at the Patoli Pond they drank it all.it is dry now" ...

I came back home and was contemplating if I could take this Local to my Jhelum and ask him to please take as much water as his wants for his pond.

But alas never did I know that even after 17 years today I would still be writing about that river of my dreams and feel myself opening our wooden window on front third floor.

Someone please contact the people who are living in our house (now at banamohalla in machine Kochi.. Next to national photo studio ).. Request them to please open the river facing Window with care. 10000 miles away a fool like me has tears in his eyes for that window and its perenial flowing river.

I would be happy to do anything for my dearest HAANJI brothers with whom I spent my childhood and for my river which has more to give us than take from us.

With Great Love and care for my Vyeth..

Within me

2006-09-02T05:42:00.000-07:00

I run for them
but they run from me
I find them all
but they dont place me

Whom is this all for
cant I stand alone
what do I look for
that I dont find within me

Am I scared of someone
who is deep beneath me
or am I craving for some place
Which is still not for me

I searchd in sky and sea
I looked in sands of dee
I found it everywhere
but why not near me

Shadow of a freind
quenches the thirst
like a river in forest fires
till there is volcano inside me

It is burnt to ashes
without any flames
immersed in ganges
but it is still burning aside me

let it start from me
let it end at me
let be roam within me
let it be nothing but me

Dont Plug OUt My heart

2005-12-21T20:08:00.000-08:00

Dont Plug Out my heart
Dont play with my soul
Oh....Take some rest
I am still not at my best

Let water flow through the Gates
Dams meant to stagnate my Thoughts
Persist the dream of Heaven...
Till the Fire of Hell brought me Down....

Dont Plug out my Heart,
Dont play with my Soul

Sure Was It my faith
Or fragments of hope
Now Torn apart into Cloud Burst
Rain on my sand Dunes drought

Dont Plug out my Heart,
Dont play with my Soul

Perfection was imperfect
when it was carved at your feet
My love was beneath in heart
But Alas I couldnt Shout

Dont Plug out my Heart,
Dont play with my Soul

Now that world is Over
Wish me Safe flight home
Before I Meet my Master
Let me collect all thats is Still Brown...

Dont Plug out my Heart,
Dont play with my Soul

2005-09-20T00:42:00.000-07:00

Mera katil mera rehnuma hogha
Mere peeche mera kuch jahan hogha ...mera katil mera rehnuma hogha

Aatish mai mere saath mera khudh hogha
Wasal pe mere fir bhi woh khush hogha ...mera katil mera rehnuma hogha

Aagh ki laptun mai mera karavaan hogha
Uskah likha bhi uskeh samne jaltah hogha ...mera katil mera rehnuma hogha

Poochun gha usseh kya Yah jahan hogha
Bhujke meri rooh ko .fir kahan jaana hogha ...mera katil mera rehnuma hogha

Kalam se usneh abh fir kya likha hoga
Fir nayeh andaaz mai wohi Kafila jawan hoga ...mera katil mera rehnuma hogha

Fir dil pe tarkash woh chalna hogha
Fir is jahan se mujhe ruksat hona Hogah...mera katil mera rehnuma hogha

Has the history come again?

2005-06-08T11:37:00.000-07:00

Old myths dont go
Some shadows dont move
Some clouds come back
Lightening never faults
To hit my house
Has the history come again?

Memories haunting my head
Shivering my nerves
Adrenaline soothed out
They talk of thoughtlessness
Wish for such a minute
I am thoughtless for days now
Has the history come again?

I came back from them
But cant swim it now
Shallow waters look so deep
Still can't drown me down
Time to Break Myself Down
Yearn for New Lease
And Ask myself same Question
Has the history come again?

My crush was never over
Few Affairs and Funeral
Was it all I needed
Or is there more to come
From breathy to breathless
I see it all
In LIfe that has stopped
or Death that asks me
Has the history come again?

it is EOF now
It is EOD now
it is EOL now....

Get ready for it ...
pack the boots..
long treck ahead...
But no race now

But no Race now..
History has come ...
History has come..

Let me live with my habits

2005-03-07T04:56:00.000-08:00

let the thunder to strike
Water burn in my yard
Fire flow in my heart
Let me live with my habits
Let me live with my habits

Cunning world wont sleep
till I rest in my grave
People will call me Enemy
For Christ will crucify again
Let me live with my Habits
Let me live with my Habits

Shut the door for sunlight
Raise a toast to the moon
Fall the star on the Earth
crash my Ego with my Sins
Let me live with my Habits
Let me live with my habits

Share the thoughts with Soul
Free the Freedom in GRave
Let the Moth eat my body
Let me now Die with My Habits
Let me die with my habits

khamosh Sajda kiya

2005-02-10T06:28:00.000-08:00

Khamosh Sajda maine kiya ..
Zameen ki dadhkan suni..
Kuch woh kehti thi...
Kuch mai Sunta tha..
Kehne se pehle Sunna..
Mujh sikhaya gaya tha..(KHamosh)

Raste thode se the..
Par hasile Manzil nazdeek na thi..
Pyaar Jatane se nahi hota..
Un he yeh sikhana tha..
Dabhe hotun ki batt woh sune..
Toh Sajda mera Kabool hota..(KHamosh)

Kyun aisa hai hota ..
lafz zubaan par hai..
par unme Awaz nahin hoti..
Khayaluun mai woh hai..
Par haqeeqat mai nahi..

Abh toh yeh ayeen hai
Kafire Khaqsaar bayaan karoon
Sajda khamosh na ho..
Kuch mai bhi bayaan karun..

Kuch kehta hoon

2005-02-10T06:24:00.000-08:00

Kuch Sunta hoon
Kuch kehta hoon
Hai yakeen abhi khudh pe
Ki kuch toh abhi Zinda hoon

Lafzh Halke pade hai
Ki Insaan ko baya karta hoon
Kis rekti ko bayan karoon
KHaqsar banke abh bhi sharminda hoon..Kuch Sunta hoon

Kuch Farishtey Mile

2005-02-10T06:20:00.000-08:00

Kuch Farishtey Mile ...
Sakht Pareshan the..
Tumhe dekh ke Arzoo karne lage..
Kash woh bhi Bashar hote...

Kuch Fhool toh khile ..
par tumhare bhagh ko dek ke..
Duwa woh karne Lage..
Kash woh aap ke Kante hi hote...

Mushtaq Zamana ke ranj mai..
Firta hai Khaqsar..
Waqt ke tufaah toh uthe..
Naav kinare pe leghe...

Kafiele Kudrat Ke

2005-01-12T06:27:00.000-08:00

Kafiele Kudrat ke Bayan Huwe.
Raste Insaan Ke beHaya Huwe.

Waqt Janjeer mai Bandh Na saka.
Mai bhi Raah chalake Batak gaya.

Yeh Khushfeam ki Manzil yahin hai
Mai Tareek ko Aghe le chala gaya..

Bha kayamat Nazar Ayee Jabh .
Mai unhe Yaad kar Fozhe Ishaq Ho gaya...

Kabhi Kuch Aisa Hota Hai

2005-01-12T06:26:00.000-08:00

kabhi kuch aisa hota hai ..
Sagar ke leher mai Kinara khota hai..

sahil se dekho Woh
Maji kinara doonta hai...
pucho uss se kyon Sagar se
Aasma ka rasta doonta hai...

Kabhi kabhi kuch aisa hota hai (2)

Mann ke mojh bhi kuch yahi hai.
Uthte hai Aarman khamoshi se..
Takrake Duniya ke sahil se
fir khamosh is dil mai so jate hai...
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Kabhi kabhi kuch aisa hota hai (2)
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HAR SUDH KE BAYAS TARAZU TOLTE HAI

2005-01-04T09:26:00.000-08:00

HAR SUDH KE BAYAS TARAZU TOLTE HAI
KHUDH KO TOLA TOH PARMAN UCHALTE HAI

ZINDAGHI BADI MUSHKIL SE SHAYADH KATTI HAI
KHULASA KARE TOH USME KHUDA BHI NAZAR ATE HAI

JAAN KE AMAAN HAZOOR MANGTE HAI
WARNA ISHAQ KHUDH KO KALAM KARTE HAI

SIRF NAZAR KA ANDAAZA BAYA KARTE HAI

WARNA HUM DILOH MAI BHI JANKE TE HAI

CHAHAT KI KHALISH MAI KUDRAT HAI
KABHI KHUD RAH KHUDA MILE TOH

HUM BHI BAYANE HAAL JIGAR KARTE HAI
HUM BHI BAYANE HAAL JIGAR KARTE HAI

A wish to cross the Bridge

2004-10-29T15:01:00.000-07:00

Durani a fren of mine..gifted me some tears on my birthday...
HABBAKADAL.. my home..in a picture

he brought back my childhood in one picture...Thanks..a lot
But this picture bought with it..

A wish to cross
the Bridge once again...
See the face
in Vitastas once again.

A wish to fly
Kite on it once again
Enter temple Somyaar
Read Gita once again...

Can you give me dear..
With this snap
Just one wish
With No bargain..

You bought tears in my eyes..Please dont post such pictures again..
if you cant fulfill my wish.....

Star Crash

2004-10-08T22:30:00.000-07:00

Moon Watched the Stars fall..

Kids called them meteorite

Night Said "Still lots in Sk"y..

But Moon knew the Loss ..

Night was Darkened more..

Sun heard her complaint..

But Silence made him Red..

But Moon called him Boss ..

On the Chinars shade..

Sparrow gently prayed a chirp

A young lady blushed in Prayer

Moon saw her fingures Cross..

What If there wasnt Night..

Star would have been Invisible..

What if we all had been Asleep

Never cared..for that Starz Fall..

.Never Cared For that Starz Fall...

Western Winds

2004-09-18T01:33:00.000-07:00

He was watching the fields from the dark shadowy arch of his house and feeling as if the rice fields where calling Kishen joo loudly.

Moon with its milky light ,was playing with her twinkling Stars like a compassionate mother itching out the hairy head of her kid.The speedy wind from the west was as if combing the rice fields.

It was just few days ahead that the festival called "DHAY BATTA"(thanks to Local Deity) was to be organised ....... where he would thank he deity for his crop and start the harvest.

All of a sudden he had some negative thoughts.....What if the deity becomes angry with him.
He was relentlesly trying to convince himself about the good actions that he has done.

He had donated to the local Yatim Khana(orpahanage) ......what if they where muslim kids and studying koran.He had faith ... and beleived that God understands Humanity not religion.

He was a staunch kashmiri Brahmin and winds from west where blowing his faren away but he was holding it tight...to his body ..yet at times letting it go and flutter....Looking at the crop sometimes he was feeling proud abt his ancestral property ...at times egoist for being the richest in village ..yet next moment he would be nervous and pretent that all belonged to god...

Fear of god was keeping him tamed to the orchestra of humanity...It was midnight but this 60 year Pandit had no intentions of sleeping.

Even if it meant making Jhajhiiir (Traditional Hooka) and desturbing others intentionaly.

His wife and mother were snoring .His son had just flung in his final year.

He wanted to leave the village and catch the next bus for Delhi.He was a new breed of Pandits who would mind drinking liquor ,eat non veg and watch first movie show on friday.

The tussle between the father and Son was invisible but the women in the family would frown if Kishen Joo would brawl while having dinner. All eyes would point to his son Ravi.

Ravi was not worrying him at all for his future was secure . He was retired two years back and whole village knew abt his Post office account which had 50000 Indian rupees in his name.He would even tell this to a new born baby much before that baby would have been given christened.

Things where fine but not for long...he was never able to get the post office money back..He longed for a sinlge penny on a footpath in Bombay away from his land ...selling tea .... What changed his life???What was it that blew his home apart...Western winds could never take his Farren Off ..then how did they manage to blow his whole life Off..Watch out this blog or post to me..I ll let you knoew

The Wait

2004-06-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

She was crying in pain ,But couldnt speak .ONly way she could gather attention was by screaming at the top her voice.

She was never like that before,At her one command children of her village would run for their life.But today in the dark room,on Moonless day she was desperate for help.Her husband in his eighties was snoring in the basement.

Their house was so big that it was not at all disturbing her husband and that was what her husband was trying for alwayz.

The villagers were calling her witch and were believing that she got the curse back on her for killing her brother in law.

Some even were of the notion that the whole property belonged to her Brother in law.

Her adopted son had settled far in the posh localities of New Delhi and had no intention to come back.

Kids were happy and making merry in her courtyard without her fear.

Only the man who would visit her was the postman,carrying some one else letter and reading for her as if her son had written a letter for her.

Society had long forgotten them..

Then came the turbulance which swept the whole village .Guess what next??

The Barber ...

2004-06-02T21:08:00.000-07:00

On the busy interior streets of Srinagar.. along the banks of Jhelum for 50 years this man "Sone Navidh"{Golden Barber} had shaved , tonsured and cut the hair of almost all big dignitaries as well as common man.

Sitting on the Warm Skinned kusock he was an integral part of the Hindu community of that area.Although,being a muslim but he was so much inter woven that at times he had the capability to perform any religious ceremony for the brahmins. He was sometimes a noted hate figure of jealous Mullahs.

Even people at the civil secretariat would talk of his great proffesional and communication skill.He was not just respected by elders but loved by kids.

He would shave the heads of pandits when some had to proclaimed as pandit after the birth (ZARA KASSAY) or when some one would die and his elder son needed to tonsure his head.

Come 1990 amd pandits were leaving the locality and mullahs were proclaiming them to be infidels.Now he was a most deserted man.

He was upset as all his frens with whom he grew up and with whom he had more bonding than with his family were no more around him.

Streets wore a deserted look,No kriya karms or grand scale Funerals were happening , where his presence was alomost like that of the God.

On the 10th day of Kriya (after someones death) he was a dignitary,to perform the special custom along with brahmins.The special Hair cut (Tonsure).

As the pandits were shot down like sparrows,None would approach him for the 10th day function.But what was the reason? Was his Name now a terror or a suspicion in the heart of minority Pandits ? Where was his son from last 6 months ?

Soon the circumsatnces changed and one day he had to shave off his head. Did he survive the change?
Why was he murdered and burried without the Fateh (last rites in muslims) in his own home ?

The man who attended the funeral of thousands in his life left Kashmir with out the funeral.??
Will mother earth forgive us for that.?

What happened and how? Keep on visiting this blog? the story is still not unfolded?

OPrince Charming

2004-06-01T01:38:00.000-07:00

He was young and charasmatic,So people called him prince charming...He was fascianted with the story of Ugly Duckling.

May be it was his own story.As he was growing up in the fields and pastures of Kashmir,He was a self proclaimed king of these meadows.

His only temptations was the "Sootu"(partially grounded and half burnt floor) with a salty tea (Nuuon Chai).

But some one was fast approaching his approaching his meadows.This gujjar boys pastures were soon going to experience a new shepherds and sheep.But who were they.Did he survive the on assualt of new shepherd armed with rocket propelled grenades.

Was he still prince charming or now yearning for past to come back...

Find out about what happened to Prince Charming.??Keep on visiting or subscribe to my stories

Necessary Binding

2004-05-31T05:16:00.000-07:00

They were brought up together in the social fabric of Kashmir.Although from different religions but the yarn was same.The close knit association of childhood broke when both got married.

Two most educated and beautiful girls of the village..whom classmates would envy and old would praise..

For thirty years they didnt meet.They searched for each other.Villages ,cities and cultures were burnt in 90's but the love of humanity made them made.Who knew whether they were alive but they met...Was the water of Vitasta same after 30 years?

How they met? What they discussed? Where they still the same...
?

Now both widows..both aboned..what could India or pakistan give them...?? What was their future course of action..Who killed their Husbands..Indian Army or terrorists from pakistan???

To know more keep on visting this site...

Waiting for 5.30 pm Bus

2004-05-31T05:08:00.000-07:00

In her Faren , she was drenched in sweat . This heat she had never experience in 80 years of her life.

Wondering why environment has chanegd so radically.She was still looking for the well and the milk from her cows.

She couldnt see 2 feet ahead,Decible level of millions could disturb her. Only when some would touch her ..she would realise the body heat and make out the person.

KAKNI was not realising the heat of India ?She had shut the main door of her house only after 5.30 PM bus had come.Her son would come from srinagar in that bus.But she was wandering .why the bus was not comming??She was looking Bohb ji to return.

Why teh bus didnt come and she kept waiting...?? What happened next to her..Did Bohb ji her son return back..??

Find out the answer ..in next few months on this blog...

Bullet knocks my door

2004-05-31T02:46:00.000-07:00

Jan 19 , 1990 in the chilled winter night ...In the dark street of downtown srinagar ,there were few people disussing over a puffing smoke.

THere eyes were bluish with fear and sweat ozzing on fore head out of fear.This sweat was frrezing on their foreheads giving their skin greenish tinge.

Some one knocked the door ..Much before the youngest of them all would get up..There were bullets screening the wooden baricade of the yard.

The wooden door on which Chelpark Ink dots once sprinled out from the chinese Ink pens where now washed with blood drops of young kid ..by nothing else but chinese made pakis supplied AK 56 rifles....

Who did it..why...whom could have this young guy of 7 yrs killed ...I kept guesing ???who was the terrorist ..Was he powerful ..if yes then what was threating him..7 yr kid!!!!

Watch out the full story soon...