KASHMIR IN NEVER ENDING TURMOIL BY BRIJ KAUL

Enduring  28 years of insurgency ,Kashmir is numbed to the state of never ending  turmoil  and violence.

Majority of peace loving Kashmiris  are mere hapless spectators to the tragedies being inflicted by the terrorists . 

Recently a statement of National Conference leader ,vice president of NCP ,Omar Farooq Abdullah while addressing election  rally in Bandipora,  stated  in case of abrogation of Article 35A ,he would like to revert back  to the  position of PM and Sadar-e-Riyasat  that J&K enjoyed  way  back in fiftees and early sixtees, caused ripples in the political corridors of  the country.

 Prime Minister Mr Modi reacted angrily   at a rally  ,tweeting as well “ National Conference wants two PMs 1 in Kashmir and 1 for the rest of India –Till Modi is there ,no one can divide India”.

Prime Minister of J&K

J&K had its own Prime Minister and Sadar-e-Riyasat till 1965. In 1965 when J& K constitution was amended ,(probably sixth  J&K Constitution Amendment Act 1965) by then Congress government  which replaced two positions with Chief Minister  and the Governor. Mr G.M. Sadiq  was first chief Minister   and Mr Karan singh  the Governor  of J&K in 1965.

 Sadr-e-Riyasat

The J&K  Constitution was adopted  on November 17  1957 .

  On June 10 1952 the “ the basic principles Committee “ recommended  that “the institution of hereditary rulership  shall be terminated” and “the head of  state shall be elective”. ON June 12  1952 the constituent assembly unanimously adopted the report.  and resolved henceforth  the head of state named  Sadr-e-Riyasat  would be elected  by the legislative  Assembly for a period of five years. and recognized by the President of India. However New Delhi on july 24 1952 agreed to allow J&K to recognise  an elected Sadr-e – Riyasat instead of appointed Governor. once elected by the legislative Assembly,the Sadr- e- Riyasat had to be appointed by the President of India.

under the sixth amendment to the J&K  constitution   carried out in 1965  a fundamental change was made to its basic structure and  as a result of amendment the Sadr-e-Riyasat was changed to Governor  across the J&K constitution.

The  Prime Minister of  J&K after independence (October 1947  to March 1948) was Meher chand  Mahajan. He was replaced by Shaikh Mohammad Abdullah ,who had been head of the administration .

When Abdullah was arrested  on 9THAugust 1953 ,Bakshi  Ghulam Mohammad was appointed the Prime Minister who ruled Kashmir till 1963 .

In 1953 , the author , being just eight years old was living temporarily in Anant Nag  with my  married sister and at the time of arrest of Shaikh Mohammad Abdullah sahib was incidently  taking bath in the blue waters of Nag Bal Spring. The Purohit of the Nag Bal informed all to leave the premises  immediately. In helter skelter  I ran away barefeet leaving my wooden patten( footwear worn by kashmiris)  behind.  

Days after when calm was restored  I collected the  same wooden footwear  lying undisturbed at the right spot. 

    Indian Provincial Prime Ministers

Not only  Jammu & Kashmir  but all Indian Provinces had a Prime Minister till 26th Jan 1950 when India was proclaimed as Republic of India.  After that the nomenclature was changed to  Chief Minister.

Since 1937,when Indian Govt was under British yoke each Province  was headed by a Prime Minister.

The  historic Government of India Act 1935 was passed in the British Parliament  and had provided for the position of Provincial Prime Ministers.

British India was divided into 11 Provinces namely 

Bombay ,Bengal,  Madras,  United  Provinces ,Punjab, Central Provinces , Assam ,Northwest Frontier, Bihar ,Orissa, Sind .

In the provinces, there was  to be full democracy  in  running of the day to day administrative matters.

The flaw of the unelected  governor  having a right to dismiss a popular government and take over the administration ironically still exists in modern India under the name “President’s Rule”.

So there were eleven Prime Ministers till the proclamation of Republic of India on 26th January 1950.

In August, 1947, however, as part of the transfer of power from British to Indian hands, India appointed  Pt  Jawahar lal Nehru  as Ist  Prime Minister of  Independent India.

Conclusions

The years 2016 and 2017 saw great spurt in the fatalities of both soldiers as well as  civilians.

The year 2018 witnessed bloodiest terror related  violence. Kashmir situation is beyond riddance.

 The rise in radicalisation in the valley is direct result of Delhi’s non engagement with the people of the valley thus losing the Midas touch to heal the relations  on sound basis.

 This is the ripe time to strengthen the hands of moderates in the valley , a grave mistake to ignore pro-dialogue separatists and thus push  them into the lap of insurgents.  All these retrograde steps could be detrimental to the ultimate peace.  

Delhi needs to refurbish its image and policy of reconciliation towards Kashmir and bring some  semblance to the dying spirit of the valley to silence the demand of restoration of J&K’s autonomy to its original state’s 1953 position .  Since Kashmir is on the brink of  extreme alienation and thus  needs  to be moored to the Indian banks permanently .

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MY STORY: I Strive To Survive. By Brijkaul

Early December day, 4TH December 1961 to be specified, was dull and dusky one.. The clouds were hovering over the Sky in abundance and threatening a bountiful of rains to be followed  by a possible snowfall anytime. It was a cold day. The cold piercing into one’s bones suggesting to have warm cups of tea to ward off the biting cold of severe winter.

The S.P.COLLEGE Srinagar was a sprawling one with beautiful college buildings built on English architecture.

Long well ventilated corridors ,having rows of  huge class rooms on  either side with seat arrangement on ascending order,  thus presenting  a beautiful look thereby , as a matter of fact.

The college lawns were thronged with boys dressed in warm winter blazers, tweeds, and colourful high neck sweaters , darting in and out of the classrooms, corridors and thus presenting a lively spectacle.

 I was soon joined by my friends , Roshan , surinder and Ali Mohammad.

we sat at our specified place in the corner of small adjacent lawn having small green hedges all along the corners.

“ Hey  Brij  looking pale.” Roshan said.

“ yes  you do not look in your upbeat mood” Surinder said briefly.

 “Today weather is dull ,he will be ok”  Ali Mohammad joined the chorus .

“I am not feeling well”  I replied . “ we need to have warm cups of tea” I snapped.

Ali Mohammad looked at his wrist watch and  said “ we can go for tea as there is  time for physics class to commence”.

We all started in the direction of Tuckshop.

Surinder was humming a song from Bollywood movie unaware of anything around him.

suddenly he declared “let us go out to a Restaurant for a small breakfast. I have not had anything in morning”

“we can make it . Still enough of time, nearly half an hour to go for class” he pleaded.

All agreed.

The restaurant was just at a stone’s throw from the side gate  and we had a nice table on the window side.

It was cold in the restaurant and we ordered for some sandwiches bread and butter ones.

we asked for warming up the oven in the fireplace and the  restaurateur asked the boy to start the fire immediately .The boy was quick to put fire in the iron oven and we felt  a little comfortable.

The restaurant boy spoke only Kashmiri  “ kya se pharav thoda wishnare “ — meaning  did you feel some warmth. he said triumphantly.

We all nodded in assent ,smiling .

 We had a hurried breakfast and quickly walked up to the classroom to attend Prof. Mamm’s physics lecture.

Prof, Mam’s class was always full to the capacity and there used to be such a silence even a pin drop could be heard.

 In the midst of lecture  I felt severe pain in my stomach ,tried to live up with this   but  could not do so. 

I stood up and said  in a feeble but quite audible voice.

“ Excuse me sir  I am ill , feeling intense pain “   

Prof  looked up from his  note book  “yes you can go , do you want me to give some one to help you.” he said cooly.

Meanwhile Roshan volunteered to accompany me ,followed by both Ali Mohammad and Surinder  all startled and shocked by unforeseen turn of  the event.

I plodded on ,helped by Roshan, to the corner of the lawn on the other side of the class room.  I lay down on the grass but was restless.  Instantly spewed out undigested rice and green saliva intermixed with  some  traces of blood .  Soon after I vomited blood profusely and the situation looked more contentious than we could have anticipated.

I could guess anxiety brewing up on the faces of my friends , Roshan was upset specially ,hurried to the first aid room and came with medicine and the compounder(semidoctor) available for primary medical aids.

The compounder made me to lie down comfortably and administered some medicine possibly to stop vomiting.

I pleaded to go home  and Roshan put me on the back seat of his bike and started pedaling  off to my home in  Karananagar; a distance of at least six kms .

There were no vehicles available except tongas, but the stands were off the college beat. One had to walk down a mile or so to catch a tonga.  So bikes were easy handy ones. 

 As we were about to move I overheard  Surinder saying  with the twang of his nose “ I will  try to get a tonga close by.”

Roshan instructed Ali Mohammad to contact and inform my father in B.ED college en-route to my home  which he did.

My father was principal ,an educationist of repute.

As soon as we reached out of college main gate  Surinder  was  waiting with a tonga for us.

I was very weak after awful vomiting and could hardly sit on the back seat of the bike. So tonga was a boon .   “ Thanks” I murmured to Surinder.

“use my bike going to your home today” Roshan yelled at Surinder who in turn nodded in affirmative.

The tonga strode  in the spluttered rains on the main road with full speed towards my home. Roshan put me in a lying down position allowing me to keep my feet in his lap while seating himself in the corner with bare minimum space available.  Although the pain did not subside. but somehow I did not bleat either. 

“Surinder did right to get this tonga,otherwise we would have been wet in the rains.” Roshan said to himself .

The Tongawala finally pulled up his tonga outside my home ,18  karan nagar.

It was a big bungalow built up on half an acre land with plenty of trees  ,both cherry and poplar, standing all along the inside boundary interspersed with flowers giving enough greenery and beauty to the whole house.

Roshan  helped  me to get upstairs on first floor into the main room . My mother anxiously asked me  “ what is matter my son. Are you alright.” she sighed heavily and my dishevelled looks sent a shiver tingling down her spine. She stood motionless for sometime.

Roshan replied softly “ he got ill suddenly needs some rest and a glass of cold water”.

 “Donot be disappointed ,he will be alright . God is great.“ Roshan said philosophically to console my mother.

The door opened  ajar and my father, a tall bespectacled man,swarthy in complexion, walked in.

“I have called for the best doctor ,he is coming soon, and if necessary  we will go to the hospital” my father said anxiously, the anxiety writ large  on his face .  “Ali Mohammad told me  about your illness. Did you vomit again” he continued.

“Dr is coming soon, no worry.” He spoke nervously pacing the room several times.

Dr G.L. Hanjura, M.D from US, entered  the room suddenly and started checking me ,asking for  intermittent questions in between .

“did you go for motion, how was it , I mean colour”

  “  black “ my father answered.

   “was it in large quantity , how many times you had motions’ ” Dr asked curiously.

  “ two times , but in moderate qtys. only.”  I answered

 The Dr advised me to be hospitalized for two days for investigations, to be admitted  now without losing further time.

He wrote something on his note book ,probably prescription with clear instructions for hospitalization.

 “ I will come to hospital by evening . Meanwhile you get him admitted soon” Dr spoke to my father and left.

I could see my worried uncles Babuji and Tathaji both with disapproving sad looks asking my father to hasten up to take me to the SMH Hospital ,luckily not far from our  house.

For two days I was put on drugs and had been under thorough investigations . The head nun with her tight wimple darting in and out continuously for conducting essential tests. to locate the ulceration .

 Dr Hanjura allowed me to be taken to home for further treatment.

Dr Hanjura  explained to my father the possible mild ulceration ,a typical sore on the lining in the stomach,or oesophagus could be cause of the blood vomiting,  did not warrant lengthy stay in the hospital assuring him that he would treat me at the home itself.  

He further alerted us to be prepared for a long treatment .  My anxious uncles peeked over the opening of the door to listen to Dr’s conversation. In fact my  uncle  Babuji  enquired from the doctor about the  actual  status  of the ulceration. Dr replied cooly “ we will do our best . There is no worry.”

 Back at home I was put on rigorous bland diet for about six months . Sips of ice cold milk at regular intervals to be taken with a  biscuit or two. slowly and steadily.

 Other diets followed like boiled vegetables, and  later on mildly spiced minced roasted mutton balls were given to me in  small quantities. at regular intervals. 

Milk was the main diet for three to four months.

I was not allowed to go to college and thus lost one academic year .

I spent time to read English authors like Thomas Hardy, Oliver Gold Smith, Charles Dickens Somerset Maughm and a host of essayists R.l.Stevenson, Thomas huxley etc.

My father insisted I should write some essays.

I learnt writing by playing sedulous ape to great writers. and thus developed my own style .

I turned to reading American authors John stein Beck, Pearl S Buck, Sinclair Lewis ,Earnest Hemmingway  and host of others to get over the fatigue and also to while away the time.

I read some Indian authors as well like R.K.Narayan, Bhabani Bhattacharjee Jab Ruthwala, Anita Desai, and so on.

Some of the books — Mayor of Caster bridge, Good Earth, The old man and the Sea, Return of the Native,  The Guide enthralled me very much.

Nearly after four  months I was allowed to take small quantity of rice with boiled cooked potatoes sprinkled with salt and a bit of spices. 

 My mother in addition put a pint of turmeric powder to make it tasty.

 After undergoing  Barium meal test ,I was allowed to take near normal diet. The Red Kashmiri  chilies were  ruled out at least for time being. Interestingly enough I avoid these chilies even now.

 My large family ,especially father ,mother, aunties and uncles were worried about my health.  

They used to huddle around me in twos  and threes to bolster my mood all the time. My aunties were very fond of me .The elder one ,Bhabhi, as all children fondly called her, would relate stories from Indian epics ,Mahabharta and Ramayana every evening religiously to all of us. The other aunty Mataji was kind affectionate beautiful lady ,always helpful.

My youngest aunty Mohanji was medical doctor at Delhi , used to send detailed precautionary notes to my father through letters. ours was a well knit family devoted to one another’s well being.

I later  leant through them that my grand father  ,Shri Shiv Kaul had died of duodenal ulcer soon after his retirement ,way back in 1940/41. I thus understood the reason of their extraordinary anxiety about my health .The disease was dreaded one those days with no or little treatment.

 Dr G. L. Hanjura  cured me fully and I did not have this trouble till date any longer. I feel  he was God in disguise of a doctor.

I am pleasantly  healthy now.

It was for many years I was kept away from the niceties of Kashmiri Wazwan.

Eventually I became a voracious eater of both vegetarian  and non-vegetarian  Kashmiri dishes.

I was invited in marriage parties by my friends only when abundance of food varieties would be  available. to eat.

Now  at  seventy  I still have taste for such niceties of dishes ,both Kashmiri or otherwise.

Chula Bathura,  Dosas , Kanti kabab, Nargis koftas  are some of the rarest of rare dishes I readily pounce upon without much hesitation.

 I did not brood over but learnt to fight against all odds with courage and conviction. I combated the disease effectively with a smile and thus strove hard  to survive to this day.

LIFE A BLIZZARD

BY BRIJKAUL

Life is a blizzard

of

love and laughter

the  peals  of laughter

could be heard and echoed

all along.

Life is a bubbling youth

sensuous serene like hyacinth

emitting scintillating

smile

Do not look behind

the fog and smoke may

engulf  you a captive

of  past repugnant

memories

Even donot look  sideways

you may

be  caught in the melee of past

 Cravings Crimes

Keep moving forward  with the

Present  pleasant times

Life  not a static one  instead moving

on a rapid pace

just to conquer and succeed

the race

to the  desired place..

                                                     Donot look behind

the dark clouds may

push you deep down

into the labyrinth  of

Oblivion.

Soar on to the blues of the

sky

along with the wind and birds

flying high

delving deep into the

  fathom of the universe

MY STORY Sweet Sour Memories

Srinagar  the city of my birth, swathed in the morning sunshine ,crimson cool and sublime.  The brilliance of  faraway mountain sunshine was  exceedingly beautiful to look at in the early hours of the day.

 The city was always  agog with gaiety and grandeur all along especially the streets thronged with  vibrant crowds on their way to daily chores.

It was  4th july 1962  I was  just 16 ,a teenager full of promise to radiate into a  handsome lad.

My  childhood bosom friend  Roshan’s  cousin sister was to be married and I had to be there for a week to assist and attend marriage. The Kashmiri marriages last longer say for a week or so. 

Roshan my friend came very early  in the morning to my house and asked my mother, whome we fondly called Kakni  , to allow me to stay for a week with him to assist  “ in my sister’s marriage”.

Roshan was very handsome boy , of medium build with bright complexion and a cheerful disposition.

Kakni replied in affirmative while hugging him and I said to Roshan “ I will come by evening.”

I was glad that all was settled and that was it.

He left thereafter without waiting for a cup of tea  as he was distributing the invitation cards on his bike. He peddled off to the road across  and was seen dashing towards the main Chowk  onto his way home , without even waving to me.

I put my small things ,a shirt, trouser,a pair of socks  and other knick knacks  in the knapsack ,keeping my small luggage ready for the city journey to my friend’s place.

I, being the youngest among my three brothers,  more conniving of them put together.  May be due to the  pampering  of my mother and father both.

My mother ,Kakni  interrupted “ you should not take too much spicy food ,marriage food is very unhealthy over fried and cooked with too much  oil and red chillies, like Dam Alo,etc.” “ did you understand what I am talking about” she continued  angrily.

“yes yes ,I will take yellow and curd dishes more .” I replied briefly.

The   4th July afternoon was  dark laden with thick dark clouds and fog. The wind was blowing strongly and  possibly  the rains  could pour down  at any time.

I slung the knapsack on my left shoulder and started for my visit to Roshan’s place.

A  flash of lightening  followed by a roaring thunder made me to cross the square and race down the streets to cross the Habbakadal  bridge as soon as possible. For a moment the  Habbakadal Chowk  plunged into darkness and hush fell all over  until the noise of the horse driven Tongas carried over in speed , breaking the deafening silence.

The rains finally came but  not in torrents as expected but steadily and slowly ,the  rain drops slithering down my fluffy cheeks softly wetting my face and hair.

I took the right sharp turn and entered the famous Barbuz lane ,a small alley with pucca  tile pavements on either side  with tarred metallic road to walk through. Due to rains the lane was slippery and I cautiously strode on and on  criss crossing the lanes, by- lanes till I finally arrived at  Roshan’s house decorated adequately for the wedding ceremony.

The large front door was bedecked with flowers of various  colours  and the guests were moving around the large lounge in purple ,blue green  typical Kashmiri dresses with hand embroidery at the corners or  in the middle .

Roshan’s father  Dwarkanathji announced my arrival in chaste kashmiri

“haiyey  Brij kaul hai Aave maun toth ” .  meaning  hey brij kaul has come  my dearest one.

I saw a number of  guests  in and around greeting  with   ‘Namaskar maharra’ — welcome welcome .

 After greeting all the guests  I asked for Roshan  and his sister Krishna ,a young petite girl,directed me  upstairs and I eventually landed into the  room where all our friends had gathered over a booze.  

Meanwhile the evening prepared to slip into the night and the ladies started gathering in large numbers in the adjacent hall for  celebrating  the  ‘Mehandi Rat’ the ladies Sangeet night ;

an expert Henna designer was  busy in anointing the hands and feet of ladies, children with Henna in different  patterns  designs .

The other ones dancing to the tune of Kashmiri songs

in full gusto.   

Our friends and  the  other gentlemen  in the  room  next  were still enjoying  themselves a bit noisily with the whisky punch and other  tandoori starters.

Down in the large hall  dinner was being served. The dinner was excellent , very traditionally Kashmiri in content and substance both.

It commenced with delicious vegetable broth containing cauliflower, tomatoes and prunes followed by  lavish other  Kashmiri dishes  both vegetarian as well as non -veg ones. Dam Alo, cottage cheese,  Sour Brinjal , Roganjosh, Yakhani, minced mutton balls cooked in red chillies. and many more ones

For dessert, there were jellies, Gulab Jamuns  and host of other fruit creams  etc.

The guests were darting in and out of the dinning hall finding the experience enjoyable.

 I quietly had my dinner in the farther corner of the verandha . It was 10 minutes past ten oclock  night already. Iwas feeling a bit sleepy after having a sumptuous dinner.

Outside there was some respite in the  rains  but the  thick clouds  continued hovering over the sky .

I  went upstairs to listen to ladies music for  while ,the woman in pink dress was swaying her hips to the tune of a popular Bollywood song and others singing and dancing with gaeity.

A hand on my shoulder woke me up from my reverie and saw an elderly woman an ,aunty of Roshan whispering  affectionately to me “ Brij ji will you  accompany her  pointing towards  a young  beautiful lady dressed in pink sari with brown shawl draped over her shoulders,  to her  home . She is alone and lives in Banamohalla, a nextdoor colony. please just do this favour to me.” she pleaded with finality.

  A repugnant  incident

It was mid night and we stepped out of Roshan’s  sprawling house  in the cold night for  journey to Banamohalla  a distance of 5 to 6 kms .

The wind ,a bit harsh whipped at the young lady’s brown shawl ,the sari was  worn tightly as we headed up the tiled alley ,lighted feebly by a  yellow lamp post. The alley was long  dingy one  and we crossed a maze of streets  paved with white brown tiles and the rain water flowed into the open gutters on the end of each street,

we did not talk  but walked briskly on and on.

“your name young boy” she asked me to break the silence.

“Brij” I replied briefly.

 “ yours” “

“Manorma”  she replied smilingly.

 She lifted her face towards the sky ,while  closing her eyes as she inhaled some fresh air.

“I like the starry sky but no stars today”.

“The clouds are thinning out and it should be a sunny morning tomorrow”  She spoke to me.

I simply nodded in assent.

we crossed the  lane and turned right into main road, the tall  huddled buildings  stood on either way and after  crossing the busy street  we reached the house of Manorma  my lady guest .

The house was  a gracious pile of  moderate size with  white sloping roof  and the gate  graced with ivy creepers all  along  two pillars with broad door.

“ Right  madam  you have reached your home  I should go now” I said politely.

“no no young man come inside for a cup of tea .” she dragged me  holding my hand firmly and went inside the gracious house.

I pleaded to go but of  no avail.

she seemed adamant and did not listen.

I got my hand free and followed her quietly. The corrider was long dimly lit with a yellow lamp dangling from the farther corner .There was one  servant sleeping  in the  far end of the corridor ,who got up saying something to the lady and slept again.

 The lady went upstairs nodding me to follow. I hesitated briefly but followed her right in to room and closed the door behind me and walked into a big sitting area.

A small  wooden lamp burning on the  small table threw shadow on to the side space possibly for changing dress etc.

she threw her shawl on to the chair ,removed her sari and put on night gown partly unbuttoned. she went to a side room  and in trice came with   two cups of tea.

“just drink that you will feel a bit comfortable” she said handing over the tea cup. I readily accepted that without discerning anything sinister . I stared at her elbows moving and revealing her part of bodice in her loose sleeves.

she nudged me a bit and sat close to me taking the cup from my hand and  held me close to her breasts.I felt awkward and tried to get up but she firmly pushed me to her bosom in a firm clasp sealing my  lips with a kiss.

 She  pushed her peachy fruits  into my mouth and held me entrapped in her hug, revealing  her radiant  enormous nudity  beyond my imagination.

 I tried  to wriggle out and run away but being more powerful she assumed woman superior position and pinned me down.

 kneeling down she lapped up my male part  adjusting it to her magical pigeon hole.

 She lusted for the thrusts  and indulged in such sinful acts with ecstasy. 

I felt the pain and agony .

 There tears welled up in my eyes, my heart  pounding in my chest fiercely . The room looked claustrophobic and Iwanted to throw her aside to seek freedom into the open world outside.

In a flash I felt power in my arms and threw her away to extricate from her clutches.

Picking up my clothes and buttoning my pants I zipped down  and ran way  from the back door of the corridor into the garden skidding over a wicker  door into the  open street. I explored the maze of strees ,narrow winding of the quaint old city  .

 I reached Roshan’s  house,  spotted  Roshan in the  Langar (cooking) area  and related the repugnant incident to him.

His initial reaction was anger “who the hell she was, who told you to accompany her” he blurted out angrily.

The  head cook  noticed something amiss and came with cups of Kashmiri Kahwa . we drank the tea and Roshan calmed down  .

“ we should not tell about this incident to anyone.” he  declared “ nobody will trust us that she was maniac and seduced you , instead  people might raise fingers at you.so keep it buried in your thoughts for ever.”He said with an air of finality.

 Roshan ,though one year older to me, but was endowed with much more wisdom and maturity of thoughts.

 Roshan, my dearest one, a thorough gentleman ,  passed away in 2005 at the young age of 59 never to return. I pray to God every moment for his peace in the heaven.

I am hopping around with some more  tales to tell in  the coming years.

PULWAMA HOLOCAUST

On 14 the February, 2019 a local radicalized Kashmiri youth Suicide bomber terrorist having links with JEM (Jaish-e-Mohammad) of Pakistan struck at  Pulwama , Kashmir ,killing 40 Indian security forces instantly. Thus causing a biggest ever loss of lives in the three decade old militancy in Kashmir .

A very sight of the body bags calls for remorse ,anger and revenge.

To gauge the background of Jaish –e- Mohammad it is imperative to recall the implications of the rude shock of releasing  Masood Azhar, the prized terrorist  in January 2000 along with other two terrorists in exchange for passengers and crew of hijacked Flight IC184,from Kathmandu to Kandhar.

The eight day hostage of the passengers was  a saga full of agony and more painful to see India’s  external Affairs minister , Jaswant  singh escorting Masood Azhar and two others  to Kabul .

The same Jaish-e-Mohammad has claimed responsibility for Pulwama bombing.

The anger is against Pakistan in the firs place aiding and abetting the terrorist acts against India and secondly against radicalized  local Kashmiri terrorists for executing such heinous crimes at the behest of the Pakistan masters.

We need to be aware that every Kashmiri is not terrorist and not pay heed to the bigoted politicians  who vitiate the atmosphere by spreading hatred and inciting for violence against one and all.

The Prime Minister Narender Modi had assured the nation that the Pulwama attack will be retaliated and with much severity this time.

In September  2016 when Army camp was assaulted by terrorists who infiltrated from Pakistan into Uri sector in kashmir, Indian  army carried a  targeted surgical  counter attack.

Pakistan and ISI has been attacking rather bleeding India especially in Kashmir for last nearly three decades .

The surge in militancy in Kashmir in recent years have reached its zenith.  The aggressive Islamist  radicalization among educated younger generation is a matter of concern .and needs immediate redressal.

Insurgency related deaths have risen alarmingly in recent years.

The number of local recruits have been on the upswing since 2014

   YEAR     NUMBER OF RECRUITS.

   2013       16

   2014       53

   2015        66

   2016        88

   2017       120

   2018      164 (upto October)   Source Raj Sabha Q and A  27/3/2017 and 12/12/2018.  TOI.

 After Pulwama holocaust as evident in the melee of anger and vendetta, traders and students of Kashmir  valley were brazenly attacked in Jammu and other cities of the country. The students were thrown out of the hostels . In the  process of rage and rancor many innocent people got harmed

Again our PM Modiji’s assertion “not to harm any Kashmiri as the war is against terrorists and not against kashmiris “ brought some sanity among the hoodlums across the country.


India bombs Islamist Militants

Now after nearly 11 days  of Pulwama attack,

The act  of retaliation has shown to all in India and outside that India continues to be a strong composite nation to combat any eventuality on its own .

 in the wee hours of  the morning of 26th February 2019 twelve IAF Mirages 2000  attacked the terrorist camps in Balakote in Pakistan occupied Kashmir eliminating the Jaish-e-Mohammed training camps, thereby inflicting heavy casualities upon the terrorists, as per the statement of India’s Foreign Secretary Mr Vijay Gokhale. He further said a pre emptive strike was “ absolutely  necessary” to prevent further more attacks on our strategic military installations.

Our PM Narender Modi has demonstrated he   being a steadfast leader could not dither on taking such a resolute action.

In the past we have  fought two full fledged wars with Pakistan1965 and 1971 and defeated Pakistan both times.

In 1971, the defeat was colossal.Indira Gandhi ,a  determined strong willed leader dismembered Pakistan into Bangladesh and Pakistan with 90,000 Pakistani soldiers surrendering to Indian Army. The stature of India had zoomed to great heights in the comity of world nations.

Pakistan retaliates.

 Day after IAF struck and eliminated the terrorist camps in Balakote, Pakistan air force(PAF)  three F-16s  violated Indian air space in J&K on wednesday morning(27/2/19) in Nowshera and Krishna Ghati sectors of Poonch and Rajouri Districts tagetted the military installations with bombs, Indian two MIG 21 Bison chased the pakistani aircrafts  and in fact shot down one F-16 and it was spotted in Lam valley 3 kms inside  Pakistan territory.  Pakistan shot down  one MIG21Bison and captured wing commander Abhinandan Varthaman. 

Currently Wing Commander Abhinandan is in the Pakistan Army custody.

A few videos of the pilot emerged on social media. One showed him struggling to defend himself from the outrage of a mob in plainclothes in the middle of a forest, another showed him answering questions from Pakistani security forces.

Conclusions.  India and Pakistan have not been able to live like good neighbours from the day one and several wars were fought over Kashmir  without recourse to any permanent resolution to the contagious conflict.

in view of the aftermath of non military pre –emptive  strike at  Balakot by India following Jaish –e-Mohammad attack in Pulwama , capturing of IAF pilot by Pakistan,thus escalating the conflict between two nuclear armed neighbours high and definitely veering towards another possible war.

It is heartening to see the political class across party lines have conducted itself with sense of responsibility .

On the other hand our television studio warriors  are  indulging in irresponsible war mongerings. One is aghast to watch at paranoid crowds indulging into jingoism rather than  a sensible support for the authority to take right decision in the hour of crisis looming large over the country.

The people living on the borders of India,and in  the states like Punjab,J&K, Rajasthan ,Gujrat ,facing direct impact of war, understand it better than those living thousands of miles away from the boom of guns, air strikes and the loss of lives and the miseries it bring along with.

For instance in 1965 war , I was reading in College  and we were  living in the close  vicinity of Indian  Military concentration camp in ‘ChandMari’  just two kms away from our residence in Srinagar city. The guns boomed throughout day and night .The large number of infiltrators had sneaked in Kashmir and infiltrators were fighting in “Chand Mari” and  elsewhere in the city.  Indian Army finally flushed  out thousands of infiltrators with help of local Kashmiris. We were dying every day seeing the bullets zooming over our heads.

we have faced the trauma of war and fully aware of its  disastrous consequences.

There will be some steps to be taken as follows.

 Firstly we  must help the Govt to bring back the wing Commander Abhinandan safe and sound .

 Secondly the Govt of India should try other options like using diplomatic channels to put pressure on the world leaders and UNO to punish Pakistan for nurturing militants on their soil to settle  scores with India .

 Thirdly India is a large democracy and we must try all options before embarking upon a full fledged war bound to bring miseries to the teeming millions for no fault of theirs.

The decision needs to be taken with sobriety and in a cool headed state of mind not by flashy muscles .

I love to loiter

BY BRIJKAUL

MY  IST PRIZE WINNING

SIWO INTERNATIONAL

POETRY CONTEST (FEB20 /2019) POEM .

 

I love to loiter and lounge

around

the emerald mountains and

prance

the long beautiful pastures

in bleary trance.

Loving the ephemeral moments

to my fill

I love to loiter and lounge

around

the dense bushes

unknown unbound

the stillness broken occasionally

,by the cacophony of

the birds animals

shrill of a strong wind.

I love to mingle in the crowds

of the hustling bustling

bazaars.

throbbing with cries of

Vendors men and women

displaying

myriad wares on the

pavements

of the huge macadamized

roads.

Haggling for the prices

With

The women vendors for a good meal of

fishes

my pleasant pastime

enjoying

their fury and frown

Smile and serenity

these amazing selling skills

enthrall me the most.

I love to loiter and lounge

around

the delightful Dal

lake

pedalling on the rippling waters

in a colourful shikara

sipping ‘Kahwa’

looking at the mesmerizing

marvels

of scintillating beauty of the

Nature .

 

 

 

 

 

THE METAMORPHOSIS OF A LEADER.

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Rahul Gandhi and Manmohan  Singh briefing the media

 

   RAHUL GANDHI ON THE UPSWING

Hitting the headlines for right reasons the metamorphosis of Rahul Gandhi from the image of derision to the combative leader with confidence and conviction to excel and lead has been remarkable and rewarding.

Rahul Gandhi’s vision is clean ,corruption free ,merit oriented politics.

Since he is genuinely concerned about the poor, he undertook the countrywide tours, spent time with poor people in the villages and Dalits to take stock of the problems they face so that the redressals could be thought of on ground realities.

He meets on regular basis the experts in various fields in close door meetings to seek their perspectives and possible solutions for the problems in villages.

 

For example the Congress President Rahul Gandhi’s political and Socio economic bombshell announcement promising his party ,the Congress ,if returning to power after Lok Sabha polls , would ensure a “Minimum Income Guarantee to every poor” ,has practically quacked earth beneath the feet of everyone. This announcement was made in a public meeting on 28th January,2019.

Immediately all political wizards of opponents or otherwise huddled together to find the mathematics of his big announcement.

Rahul Gandhi’s announcement is important in view of growing unemployment as 12.8 million youth are joining the unemployed labour force every year as per ILO’S 2018 world report.

ILO’S 2018 employment report shows India’s unemployment is expected to rise from 18.3 million in 2017 to 18.6 million in 2018 million and 18.9 million by 2019.( source REUTERS)

The future is bleak and dismal.

The world is toying with idea of Income redistributing in view of vast inequalities and the threat of automation resulting in joblessness.

Rahul Gandhi’s scheme on the face of it looks meant essentially for the poor falling below poverty lines.

“The Congress has decided to take a historic decision… The Congress-led government is going to give a minimum income guarantee. This means, each poor person in India will have minimum income. This means there will be no hungry, poor people in India,” Gandhi announced.

With his historic statement, Rahul Gandhi has changed the connotation from the job guarantees to income guarantees for one and all, irrespective of religion and caste.

 Distinctively an alternative narrative , a plan to put the Congress ahead and apart from all other political parties including BJP itself.

A very clever risky move by Rahul could bring unexpected gains for the Congress or take it out from the race.

But that is what a shrewd but courageous leader is expected to do. It is not always right to keep to the left. Sometimes you have to cross the road to reach the desired destination.

Rahul Gandhi has succeeded in shaping the Congress to be the sole alternative to the BJP, win or lose.

He has rightly decided to go alone in Andhra Pradesh and fight all 175 Assembly and 25 Lok Sabha constituencies .

In UP he has decided to fight all 80 seats and has brought Priyankya Gandhi and Mr Jyotiraditya Scindia as two independent generalsectaries to handle east and west UP constitutions to win good no of seats.

Appointment of Priyankya Gandhi Vadra came as a surprise to one and all. It was announced after BSP and SP kept Congress out of the alliance.

A sound and pragmatic decision by Rahul again to play on the front foot . The Congress wants to make it clear that it does not want to be any one’s B-team.

The stronghold of BJP Eastern UP, wherefrom both the Prime Minister Modi and Chief Minister Yoginath have contested, is to be managed by Priyankya with care and aggression to bring some positive gains for her Party Congress. A difficult task but her charismatic appeal should work.

On the other hand BJP is struggling with its allies in the North east ,breaking away on the proposed changes in the citizenship laws, in UP with Apna Dal .

Rafale Deal

Rahul is emerging as a frontline leader and possibly the game changer in 2019 general elections . Taking on the Modi-Shah duo with more frequent public rallies ,media briefings on Rafal deal with sharp edged eloquence on the NDA Govt failures like rampaging joblessness, demonetization,badly implemented GST and much talked Rafal deal.

The CAG report tabled on Wednesday 13th February 2019, failed to answer some key questions raised first by the President of Congress party, Rahul Gandhi making serious allegations that were later explained in more details and carefully with well sourced media reports with defence ministry documents.

The CAG report makes assertions that the price of Rafale negotiated by present govt is 2.8% cheaper than UPA govt and delivery schedule was five months quicker than proposed in 2012.

The CAG report ,however, criticises the govt for not going on fixed price formula , a point made in dissent note of the experts in the Indian negotiating team , accepting French price escalation formula instead.

While addressing to the Congress parliamentary party on the last date of 16th Parliament session Rahul Gandhi, exuding optimism and confidence, said “We are now winning. We are defeating BJP in ideological fight. We are defeating BJP on the daily news cycle and Congress is now firmly entrenched in the mood and spirit of the people. Right now, you are thinking ‘Oh! we are 44 in LS’, you will see that the number of people standing behind you will surprise you. You will get a shock as to what is going to happen in 2019”, Rahul concluded smilingly.

Conclusion;

 Rahul Gandhi has shown his mettle in the last year after taking over the reigns of the Congress party, and winning three Hindi heartland states in December 2018 thus has evolved himself into more confident, committed ,steadfast and aggressive leader.

The election results have given him much more  acceptability as front rank leader of the opposition. This feat has motivated the Congress ,otherwise a demoralised  party forthe  last five years .

Rahul and his party has refused to respond to the BJP’s polarizing narratives like Ram temple.

Moreover what surprised every one was his aggressive attack in Parliament on the controversial Rafael deal this week targeting none other than the Prime Minister whom he has accused of corruption in the purchase of 36 Rafael jet fighters from the French company Dassault.

2018 the year proved lucky for Rahul as he came into his own as a campaigner and strategist, thus emerging as a powerful voice in the opposition against Modi.

Focusing  on farmer’s distress ,unemployment and the Rafael deal and on the issue of corruption more than anything else he has rightly captured the imagination of voters across the country.

Rahul has taken pains in strengthening the organisation as well.

He has rightly decentralized work among younger leaders and created weekly review of the work allotted.

Rahul has learnt nuances of administration by advising young leaders to remain patient and wait for their turn, and showed maturity by choosing the senior leaders like Baghel, Ashok Gehlot and Kamal Nath as chief ministers of the newly won states.

The recent surveys in all its probabilities has shown Gandhi’s growing acceptability as a challenger to Prime Minister Modi across pan India.

Rahul Gandhi has been successful in projecting himself as friend of the poor and needy, fighting for the causes linked to common man attacking PM Modi on such issues, thereby  promoting  himself as the leader of the masses.

The battle of 2019 LokSabha election is going to be a tough one and the dice is cast.

Who wins the race is the million dollar question to be answered by the people of India soon.