Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Hate us for this too..

“Without raising their voice, they decided to pool money from their meagre resources to perform the last rites of Asiya Bi's deceased brother…”

When Asiya got the news of her brother's death she was consoled by Kashmiri migrant women all through the night. Her only son Ajaz Ahmad Mir stayed back in the hospital to bring back his uncle's dead body for last rites…”

“The last rites were performed by Kashmiri Pandits with the help of few local Muslims at a local graveyard in Janipur…”

“After performing the last rites Shambu Nath said, "Asiya Bi has been living in their neighbourhood and it is their responsibility to share each others grief and sorrow. Kaul said, "When we came to know that Ghulam Mohi-ud-Din died in the hospital on Sunday evening, we started making arrangements to perform his last rites. In the absence of Muslims in the vicinity, we decided to perform the last rites and collected money to ensure all rites were performed without facing shortage of money…"

By Mohit Kandhari, Jammu, The Pioneer

Link - The Daily Pioneer

Thus continues a legacy of compassion, generosity and efforts to unite. Like always the Kashmiri Pandits decided to lend out a helping hand even if it meant making an excruciating effort for last rites of some people from the majority community- some fanatics of which destroyed their culture, traditions and lives. A way of life in the midst of crisis, the Hindus in Kashmir still remain expectant of a peaceful future. Watching the massacre of their brethren by their own neighbours, Pandits are undefeated.

Weapons are still not an option; retaliation still not an excuse; vengeance still not a preference. We, as a community, might remain ambiguous of our future but we still store resilient hope close to our hearts.

We, as a community, maintain a dignified separation between fanatics and innocent followers of religious faith. A certain writer Suhail Showkeen might echo frightful thoughts where he believes that Islam and Kashmiriyat/Secularism/Nationalism contradict each other.

Link - Sarai Reader's List (The web edition of Greater Kashmir for strange reasons, no longer has this article listed in its archives.) However, the educated community of Kashmiri Pandits regards its culture as equal to the sovereignty of our state. Maybe he (like the seperatists) ought to take an advice or two from us.

However, Kashmiriyat remains a misnomer to us having witnessed slaughter like a torrid chain every decade. The word is enforced in the press as if there has never been a problem between the communities before terrorism emerged in 1990. However, if there’s such a term at all, the minority Hindu community is a model of that exemplary strength unseen in today’s Kashmir.

The potency of those few family members who arranged for the last rites of their Muslim neighbours goes on to prove their efforts to formulate a Kashmiriyat never heard before:- ‘amity to reject successive violence’. The writer would like to believe that there have been efforts from the Muslim side too, even though I am yet to see from my own eyes to judge.

As separatists try and shift their tag from an Islamist foundation to a secular hypothesis, they have a long way to go before they prove their false argument.

Till then the angelic souls (like mentioned in the article above) are performing their duties without screaming out their secularism.

Sometimes little efforts can do for the state what the jingoistic communal revolutionaries have failed at.

We have the ability to bring out that change… and we are not afraid to flaunt it. Like always.

The author Sonzal is based in New Delhi.

Monday, January 19, 2009

19 years to the 19th day of 1990: Exodus of Kashmiri Pandits

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day
What hours, O what black hours we have spent…
- Gerard Manley Hopkins

19th January 1990. Kashmir was breathing still; Kashmiri Pandits lay hidden like frightened pigeons in their own nest. Today on behalf of my fellow brothers and sisters, I wish to revisit the pain of my separation from my own home 19 years ago, when the cruel hands of Allah-Wallahs butchered members of my community for being idol worshipers, for rejecting the call for unholy Jihad and for siding with their own nation India. The Islamic murderers played dire warnings from their Mosques which pierced each nerve of anybody who held a Hindu name. As the sun turned pale, exhortations became louder, and three taped slogans repeatedly played their terror: 'Kashmir mei agar rehna hai, Allah-O-Akbar kehna hai' (If you want to stay in Kashmir, you have to say Allah is great); 'Yahan kya chalega, Nizam-e-Mustafa' (What do we want here? Rule of Shariah); 'Asi gachchi Pakistan, Batao roas te Batanev san' (We want Pakistan along with Hindu women but without their men).

The roots of this unparalleled tragedy are immersed in 1986 with a well-planned strategy to execute Hindus from the valley. By 1990, the population saw their age old temples turned to ruins and lives at risk. As Pakistan stepped up their campaign against India, new Islamic terror outfits suddenly mushroomed in the state. As Jamait-e-Islami financed all madarsas to poison them against the minority Hindus and India, Pakistan further dictated youth to launch Jihad against India. A terror strike so meticulously planned that its unprecedented display was terrifying. As camps in Pakistan Occupied Kashmir (POK) began to provide training to innumerable Muslim men, India witnessed the emergence of the bloodiest Kalashnikov culture in the valley. The victims- innocent and non-violent minority- the Kashmiri Pandits.
The Chief Minister Farooq Abdullah, abandoned his responsibilities and the administration, the state and people lay like cattle on an open road. The hidden fact of rigged elections in 1987 had by then become a lucid statement. Today 22 years later, Omar Abdullah takes position of the same majestic throne, though I wonder how efficiently he would carry forward the state of affairs. Will he like his father ruin the backbone of the state and leave the minority Hindus helpless as always, or will he rise above politics, religion to create space for Pandits in their valley? The unanswered question lingers on.
When Farooq Abdullah escaped underground, Jagmohan took reigns as the governor of the state. Though not very competent to handle an already ruined socio-political situation, he as a mark of remarkable leadership helped Kashmiri Pandits receive safe shelter. Jagmohan charted out an exceptional strategy to counter Islamic fanatics and also opened his Durbar (Office) to public irrespective of time. He visited families of the martyred Hindus. About one such meeting with the family of Satish Tickoo, murdered by communal JKLF goon Bitta Karate , he wrote an outstanding excerpt in his book, ‘My Frozen Turbulence in Kashmir’- “In Habba-Kadal, except for the long row of our vehicles, nothing was seen on the streets. The afternoon rain appeared to have soaked the houses with depression. The few windows that were open were without even the usual dim light. The dark clouds overhead completed the picture of gloom… The house of Tickoo was like a shattered nest. Everything lay scattered. The grim atmosphere around told the tale more vividly...”
He further wrote, “As I was about to leave, Satish’s uncle who was a bit vociferous and assertive, insisted that I should go upstairs and see the family deity. I agreed. A calm majestic figure was soon visible. It looked so imposing even in the darkness… With tears in their eyes, the family members thanked me and the accompanying officers. We were all moved over the sad plight of the family”.
However one excerpt that mirrored my anxiety of 19 years was composed in words by Jagmohan, “Looking at the compact and enmeshed houses, and the by-lanes which acted like fine threads of a well-knit fabric, I wondered how these families, who had all their Gods and Goddesses here, and had deep roots in the soil, could leave and settle in distant and unfamiliar lands. Sometimes life is unaccountably cruel. And we human beings have, perhaps, no option but to suffer – suffer in silence, or wail”.
Satish Tickoo was not the lone martyr who fell to the bullets of so-called revolutionaries. Tika lal Taploo, Nilkanth Ganjoo, Sarla Bhat, and countless others followed the target list of JKLF and other Islamic Terror outfits backed by Pakistan financially, psychologically and politically. An absent government, collapsed administration, and a petrified community saw despondency set in. As the moonlight of January 19, 1990 wore itself out, despondency gave way to desperation. Tens of thousands of Kashmiri Pandits across the valley decided to take an agonizing decision, to flee their homeland and save their lives and religion from rabid Jihadis…
..Thus took place a 20th century Exodus.

Pandits left the valley, with an approximate statistics of more than three lakh and fifty thousand. Almost a thousand Pandit men, women and children were slaughtered to death in 1990 alone by these revolutionaries of Islam. Surprisingly on paper, official figures clogged at only 209 killed! Alas! Soon the J&K government shall disown the whole Pandit community as aborigines of Kashmir.

In this 19th year, a few hundred frightened Pandits still live scattered across the valley in far flung areas hoping against hope for peace and their brethren to step on the snow once again.

This 19th year embarks upon a history of bullets to makeshift camps in Jammu with torturous summer heat to snake and scorpion bites and finally dreadful diseases. Seven camps in Jammu are an uninhabitable asylum for around 50,000 Kashmiri Pandits. The only perceptible change is an upgradation of some to permanent structures.

My heart bleeds when I watch communal turned pseudo-secular Kashmiri separatists grab the headlines while the plight of the Pandits remains a non-issue. It isn’t the so-called Azaadi that the people of Kashmir desire. They long for an immediate crackdown on terrorists, an end to the separatist elements and those unbearable puppets in the Valley- all for normalcy to return. Though sidelined for now, the political patronage they enjoy could soon take the voices from the Hurriyat and JKLF spreading propaganda of terror and hatred to the frontlines of politics.

An entire community uprooted from the land of their ancestors is today struggling for its identity. The weak-kneed Indian state shamelessly panders to Islamic terrorists and separatists who claim they are the final arbiters of Jammu and Kashmir's destiny. A part of India's cultural heritage is destroyed; a chapter of India's civilization has been erased. And, our jhola-wallah brigade of ‘secular’ activists unabashedly turns their back to the plight of Kashmiri Pandits. To them I believe, ‘Hindu sorrow, inflicted by Islamic terror’ is a truth perhaps too harsh to accept. Thereby hangs a tragic tale that is completely wiped out from public memory.

I am reminded of a stanza by a Jewish poet: ‘...without identity in a street nameless to me, I am a stranger: I am longings, I am fears. I am child longing to belong to his lost childhood and not be outside the present, always withdrawn, apart...’

I’m as old as the terrorism in the Valley. In these 19 years, the only time I felt the breeze of my land was through the closed windows of my airplane. She beckons me and I am too desperate now to grab its serene quilt. My mother nature has summoned me, and I shall answer her call soon, very soon.

Till then, in this 19th year of exile like the unanswered questions of our human rights …my struggle for existence also continues.

The author Aditya Raj Kaul is an activist based in New Delhi. He studies Political Science at the Delhi University.He can be reached at