Milchar
October-December 2002 issue
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House Boats on Dal
Lake in Srinagar. Credit for introducing
House Boats in Kashmir goes to Pt. Narain Das, father of Swami Laxman ji.
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Kashmir
Turmoil
Kashmiri Pandits' Migration
... Javaid Iqbal Bhat
[Excerpts from 'Pundit Migration
- The Psychology of Home Sickness' by the author, as appeared in the
28th October 2002 issue of 'Greater Kashmir', the most widely circulated
English daily in the Valley.]
It was the sudden fear psychosis
triggered by the open exhibition of lethal ammunition, which prompted Pandits
to retrace the steps they had taken during their first migration. Some
blood curdling incidents further deepened the fear. What at the atmosphere
were two portentous happenings; first was the hanging of M.Maqbool Bhat
in Tihar Jail in 1985 following the judgement handed out by N.K.Ganjoo
and second the communal riots which ravaged South Kashmir in February 1986.
The Chief Minister Dr. Farooq Abdullah resigned on January 18, 1990 and
the first couple of months of the same year saw the mass exodus. Within
a few months, the number had crossed 2.5 lakh.
In the heat of those momentous months,
some Muslim youth resorted to abominable behaviour alien to the softer
tenets of their faith. Slogans like, 'Jis ko Kashmir main rehna hai, Allaho
Akbar kehna hai' although not meant for striking terror among Pandits,
yet their import would have been lost only on the naive. A number of grisly
acts of savageness against them (Pandits) who had quietly remained aloof
from the rattling of guns outside, hastened their departure. The tale of
Brij Nath Kaul, writer Kaul, his sister and his wife of Village Harman,
Tehsil Shopian, is one among the heart rending tragedies which is a slur
on the face of humanity. This young couple along with Kaul's sister was
kidnapped in May 1990. The two young ladies were stripped off and molested
in the public. They were then gangraped. After torturing them in various
ways, the legs of husband and wife were tied to a jeep at village Imam
Sahib. It was around midday. The jeep was driven, dragging the young couple
and Kaul's sister along with. They cried and cried, their bodies were injured
and bled profusely. The eyes of Bhushan Lal of village Aamsen, Tehsil Kulgam
were gouged out and ears chopped away. After killing B.K.Ganjoo, an assistant
engineer in the Telecom Department in March 1990, the militants forced
his wife and his daughter to taste the blood soaked rice. Girija Tikoo
of Bandipora worked as a laboratory assistant at the Government Girls High
School in Trehgam, Kupwara. After abduction in June 1990, she was shred
into pieces on a bar and sawmill.
It was indeed fear, which impelled them
to review their staying decision in the widening chaos and eventually amid
panic, disappeared behind the Pir Panchal. Though there is no irrefutable
evidence to corroborate Jagmohan complicity preception, there is scarsely
any doubt that with some crisis management exercise, he could have prevented
the convoys of Pandits and not facilitated it as he did. It is outlandish
to say that he had a plot in his mind to cipherise the Muslim population.
A point worth marking here is if minority Muslims in Hindu Tamil dominated
areas in Sri Lanka have reconciled to the Tamil homeland struggle launched
by the LTTE, why haven't the minority Hindus in Kashmir?
Nevertheless fear of loss of limb, life
and the intellectual property combined with the burden of history propelled
them to march out for peaceful meadows but landed in snake infested refugee
camps without a refugee status which could have attracted the attention
of International Humanitarian Agencies. They are designated as Internally
Displaced People (IDP). Why? In the reply lies the rub. In order to discourage
the internationalization of the issue, the government of India has deliberately
aborted any attempt to that effect. In consequence, they are deprived of
international aid and assistance as is being supplied to other refugees
of the world.
The demand of 'Panun Kashmir', a leading
platform of displaced Pandits of a territorial enclave within Kashmir with
adequate provisions of security, is ideally indefensible but practically
unsustainable. Who knows, tommorrow another upheavel will throw up another
demand for a seperate Sikh homeland. After all who could have imagined
a Pandit homeland demand. All this when everyone knows that there are existing
movements for a separate statehood in Jammu, separate union territory chorus
in Ladakh.
This compartmentalization based on religio-ethnic
identities will only accentuate the prevailing tensions and protract further
the resolution of the vexed Kashmir issue. The repatriation must not be
held hostage to the final settlement of Kashmir dispute, contrary to their
return, is the indispensable ingredient of a composite strategy to tackle
head on the Kashmir imbroglio. The common Muslims of Valley are yearning
to pick up threads of shimmering inter-religious fabric, which was shredded
by the unforeseen and sad turn of events. In the same breath, it must be
stated that government of India is living on the Martian surface if it
thinks that Pandits will be resettled in Kashmir without any tangible headway
on the dispute-resolution front. Yes, it can be so but with a fear-ridden
heart.
Nevertheless, we have something more than
moral obligation to take up the cudgels on behalf of Pandits. There is
no point listing our own woes. The world is conversant with them. Pandits
are in the grip of undocumentable grief and indescribable misery. Enter
Jammu and you can't help report on their piteous state. A countable number
of materially well-off Pandits must not, as conscientious human beings,
distract our attention from the bulk of them, who have to scrimp and save
to keep the wolf from the door. It is one thing to jot down a mile long
commentary on any subject under the sun, but quite another to spend a night
in a refugee camp under a tent. One day, on my visit to Jammu, an elderly
Pandit broke into tears on seeing my palm suffused with raw walnut-juice.
Through his glassy eyes brimful with tears, I saw the multicoloured sorrows
he and his community have to encounter. Materially sound or not, all of
them sighing for a glimpse of their leafy, rosy and sweet-aired Vale.
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