continue......
.......................Till yet i have seen only burnt houses, shattered,
families, torn hijabs, economic
and information blockades,
custodial killings, sex scandals,
fake encounters, humiliated olds,
withered youth, horrified
infants, orphans and widows..
When this is the case when should
one expect of to shower praises
on a democracy which i have
never seen.. This is a serious
question for the powers that-be..
I have a reason to be a
stonepelter.. We often hear
indian leaders claiming kashmir
to be integral part of India but
why there is a differential
treatment for this part of a
country which is valued as world's
largest democracy. When people
like Mani Shanker Iyer say"let
the kashmiris go where ever they
want but we will not give them a
single inch of the land"it
demonstrates only but
Arrogance. Hope these words fly
and knock at at the doors that
mean to raise a voice for justice
and human dignity. It is already
very late. We have put in a huge
cost in terms of men and
material..please wake up and try
to know that"why i need
freedom"...
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Why i need freedom. 1
It was my bad luck to be born in
the world's largest democracy. I
was sure to exercise all the
prestigeous rights one enjoys in
democracy but the very first
sound that entered my ears was
Azaan mingled with the cries of
my people being beaten by canes
and treated by bullets.. Till yet i
am not able to know which part
of the democracy they were
following.. I, as a kid, was
slapped by a soldier as i didn't
wish him"Jai Hind"or"Vande
Mataram".. Was it a necessary
lesson that my Aappa(Mother)
had forgot to teach me.. I am
now sure that he has not slapped
me but the very basic principles
of democracy of which india is
too proud.. The long mustaches of
that Armymen had snatched all
the glory and taste of my sweet
childhood.. Nobody ever has tried
to know the cause of the anger
lying in my eyes.. Was it water
due to fear, blood due to anger
or dryness due to thirst of
freedom from opression???.. In
a couple of years i was
encouraged by the fact that
everybody in kashmir had the
same story to reveal.. I alone was
not the victim of indian demon
cracy.. It was to make me aware
of the fact that i little enjoy the
rights of a free citizen.. I was
ready to constuct bunkers for
soldiers, gaurd the highways
during nights(no matter whose
duty it was), halt mid-way to
give passage to the convoy's,
lead search parties to suspected
millitant hide-outs, move without
pheran(local gown) and kangri
(fire pot) in the chilling winter,
offer apples and walnuts free of
cost, speak in their language in
front of media, cast my vote
against my wish and carry their
charcoal bags that had spoiled
my school uniform.. Right now
when i have almost lived one third
of my life i an yet to get a feel
of a citizen of a truly democratic
nation.
. Contine....
the world's largest democracy. I
was sure to exercise all the
prestigeous rights one enjoys in
democracy but the very first
sound that entered my ears was
Azaan mingled with the cries of
my people being beaten by canes
and treated by bullets.. Till yet i
am not able to know which part
of the democracy they were
following.. I, as a kid, was
slapped by a soldier as i didn't
wish him"Jai Hind"or"Vande
Mataram".. Was it a necessary
lesson that my Aappa(Mother)
had forgot to teach me.. I am
now sure that he has not slapped
me but the very basic principles
of democracy of which india is
too proud.. The long mustaches of
that Armymen had snatched all
the glory and taste of my sweet
childhood.. Nobody ever has tried
to know the cause of the anger
lying in my eyes.. Was it water
due to fear, blood due to anger
or dryness due to thirst of
freedom from opression???.. In
a couple of years i was
encouraged by the fact that
everybody in kashmir had the
same story to reveal.. I alone was
not the victim of indian demon
cracy.. It was to make me aware
of the fact that i little enjoy the
rights of a free citizen.. I was
ready to constuct bunkers for
soldiers, gaurd the highways
during nights(no matter whose
duty it was), halt mid-way to
give passage to the convoy's,
lead search parties to suspected
millitant hide-outs, move without
pheran(local gown) and kangri
(fire pot) in the chilling winter,
offer apples and walnuts free of
cost, speak in their language in
front of media, cast my vote
against my wish and carry their
charcoal bags that had spoiled
my school uniform.. Right now
when i have almost lived one third
of my life i an yet to get a feel
of a citizen of a truly democratic
nation.
. Contine....
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Gaw Kadal Massacre "I saw a dog eating a human arm"
Jagmohan was appointed on January 19, 1990. That night, in response to the kidnapping of Rubaiya Sayeed and other militant attacks, Indian security forces conducted warrantless and thus illegal house-to-house searches in Srinagar, hunting for illegal weapons or other evidence of support to the militants. They dragged many people out of their beds into the bitter cold. Many Kashmiris complained that they were beaten and abused.Jagmohan maintains that he had nothing to do with the decision.
The next morning, as word of the searches and beatings began to spread, people began to pour out into the streets of Srinagar. From the mosques, loudspeakers urged Kashmiris to come out and fight for azaadi, or freedom. Thousands of Kashmiris gathered to protest the actions of the security forces.
The state government declared a curfew, but few if any Kashmiris observed it.It was early evening when one group of marchers reached the Gaw Kadal Bridge on Srinagar's JhelumRiver. They were shouting slogans and some were pelting the soldiers with stones. Troops from the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF) opened fire into the crowd. Eyewitnesses say the shooting was a brutal and excessive use of lethal force against demonstrators. Many demonstrators were shot from behind as they turned to run away.Kashmiri news photographer Meraj-ud-din described the scene:
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