Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Pakistan to see the plight of minority Hindus with their own eyes.


Safer places meant, out of Kashmir, maybe to Jammu, Udhampur or anywhere; it did not make a difference. Anywhere out of the heaven felt the same. It was just Kashmir which felt privileged. Poshmal would never get to see where she was born, thought her mother. Like the others she would just have to be happy with the stories of the beautiful valley. They were leaving it all behind. They stepped out of the house, got into the truck, with a few other families and drove away. Never to come back to their birthplace. Never to come back to see how their motherland looked like, never to look at those lakes and never to experience the autumn season that looked the most vibrant only in Kashmir. On second thoughts, maybe they did experience the autumns again. After all, that is what they have been experiencing till date.

Like The Chinars that have fallen from their place

The valley too has lost its grace

The heaven doesn’t exist anymore

The charm is gone that Kashmir ever wore

The political gurus make claims lame and tall

The blood of our community is splattered on the wall

We rot somewhere; the media won’t say a word

This human rights violation, it goes unheard!! Kashmir, Assam, Tripura, Bengal, Odisha & all other bordering states need to seal their borders preventing any infiltration as once. At this stage, almost ¾ Western Assam has been captured by Bangla Deshi Muslim infiltrators supported by HUJI, IM, ISI & such terror groups. They hoist Pakistani, Bangla Deshi flags in Assam for past 15 years as they did in Kashmir. They have been attacking local tribes – Karbi Anglong, Khasi, Dimasa, Kachari, Jaintia, Bodo, Chongloi & many such indigenous original tribes in Neelachal – Assam – who have been there for ages. Bangla Deshi infiltrators have captured their lands, houses attacking them, raping their women, killing almost half the tribal population there, posing dire threat to Bharat’s security.”

Today there is arson & hundreds of Tribals are murdered in Assam. Over 500 villages are burnt totally. Tribes & other Hindus are fleeing to temporary shelters, being killed by terrorist infiltrators & by the Govt machinery. Govts are protecting Bangla Deshi Muslim infiltrators & pumping bullets into the original tribes who actually need protection. Almost 1 lakh people are now in shelters – homeless, lost their near & dear ones & everything that those poor Tribals had, because Govts bend before Bangla Deshi Muslims for votes. The PM of ‘India’ & his party’s head Madam called Assam CM to protect Muslims & not the Tribals, otherwise govt agencies would not have killed many Bodos, other Tribals & Hindus with Govt bullets! The PM & Madam never called U.P. CM to stop violence against Hindus in Koshi Mathura, Bareilly, and Pratapgadh etc. The duo never called Andhra CM asking him to protect Hindus in 4 Minar area while Muslims brutally killed them. This shows Govt’s bias against Hindus & special love for Muslims.”
" If Muslims in India constantly crib to have no say and no power, they should come to Pakistan to see the plight of minority Hindus with their own eyes. They'll never complain and learn to live peacefully with their Hindu brethren in India."

-Asma Jahangir, Human rights activist, Pakistan

Asma's right. When pitted against the oppressed Hindus in Pakistan, the Muslims of India are indeed far better. A few days back there was a news that Hindus in Balochistan region are abducted and converted to Islam. The family members of those who've been abducted often avoid lodging complaints for fear of dire consequences. Many Hindus in Pakistan's Balochistan, Sindh and NWFP regions, embraced Islam for survival. Has any Muslim in India ever been forced to accept Hinduism in order to live in this country? The Marathas, who fought against Ahmadshah Abdali in 1761 and couldn't return, are now languishing in Pakistan doing menial jobs. Most of them are sweepers and Pakistan Military Academy, Kakul has the descendants of those Marathas working as toilet-cleaners. June, 2000, Time carried an article (later banned and deleted from the net) written by Craig Gaverns. He interviewed a few Hindu-Marathas (most of those Marathas are now forced Muslims) working as cleaners and attendants at PMA. One of them told him that once a Pakistani captain continuously slapped him and made him eat human excreta for not polishing his shoes properly. He fearlessly told Gaverns to disclose his name (Nanji Ubale) despite Gaverns had grave doubts about that man's safety. His name was carried and within a couple of days, he was hacked to pieces. Even those Hindus who got converted to Islam are treated very badly. They're always reminded of their humble and infidel roots. One such Hindu doctor Ratan Chitkara, who later embraced Islam and became Saeed Khan, was always denied promotion to become the C M H O (Chief Medical & Health Officer) at a hospital in Pakistan's Chitral province. The reason was that he willy-nilly accepted Islam. 'Dil se nahin liya' (not accepted from the core of his heart) observed his born Muslim  friend. My point is: Did the ancestors of the sub-continental Muslims ever accept Islam DIL SE ? Were they not converted to Islam by coercion? BBC, London's Roger Amlett's big essay ' Conversions on the sub-continent ' (1998) puts it bluntly  " Why do all the 'converted Muslims' of the sub-continent behave in a manner as if their Allah directly dropped them as Muslims from an imaginary heaven? Why do they (or their forefathers) forget that they were cajoled, coaxed and coerced into embracing Islam? " The Hindus in Pakistan constitute 2.67 % of its population, which is now close to 18 crores. According to Pakistan-born Ibn Warraq, an ex-Muslim, " By 2015 this ratio will drop down to almost one percent as very many existing Hindus will have accepted Islam to save their skins, precisely necks." Here in India, Muslims cry foul that they're discriminated against. This happens indeed. But don't they also get their rights and rightful positions in India? In India, Muslims have become the heads of the state. There've been so many top brass in the Armed Forces of India, who're Muslims. Can one show a single really big and influential Hindu in Pakistan? Why wasn't Pakistan's second Chief Justice Bhagwan Das, A Sindhi-Hindu from Shikarpur, Sindh, made the CJP (Chief Justice of Pakistan)? Why was Neeraj Chawla (actress Juhi Chawla's uncle, who chose to stay back in Pakistan following partition) abducted in spite of being a high official on Pakistan's Film Censor Board? Despite his seniority, he was not made the chief of the Censor Board of Pakistan. Has any Muslim been deprived of his rank in the sensitive army because of his religion? Didn't India have Idris Hasan Latif as the Air Chief Marshal? It's very easy to condemn sitting on the fence and when you're getting everything without much efforts. Look from a broader and deeper perspective and you'll realise that you're much better and well-ensconced here than the poor Hindus in Pakistan, who get no representation at any level. They cannot even register their marriage in Pakistan. Karachi and Islamabad universities abolished their Hindi departments and even certificate courses in Hindi because it's the language of the Kafirs (infidels). Except for Danish Kaneria, no Hindu ever played Test cricket in Pakistan, though Anil Dalpat came closest to playing and getting included in the final eleven. Why was Nirmal Mukherjee, a Bengali Hindu of PIA, never selected for the Pakistan national hockey team? He was PIA's vice captain in the early seventies. Veerbhadra Seksaria, the only Hindu industrialist from Pakistan, never got an opportunity to set up a cement factory in Pakistan's lone industrial city, Faislabad (erstwhile Layalpur). Indian media and some so-called secularists like Teesta Seetalvad (her husband's a Muslim), Arundhati Roy (a Syrian Christian) and Mallika Sarabhai (a Gujrati Hindu) scream from their rooftops when something 'wrong' happens to the Muslims in India. Why can't these influential secularists raise their voice in unison against the treatment meted out to the Hindus in Pakistan who live there as gentiles and lepers?     

British Rule and excuse all their criminal acts

Currently there appears to be a lot of discussion and arguments regarding the Greatness of Ancient Bhaarat in most of the fields like, Science, Mathematics, Metallergy, Astronomy etc. People do ask questions that if that were the case, why the situation has currently seen so deteriorated? They appear to be praising the British Rule and excuse all their criminal acts (like killing Vedic गुरुकुल Education system. Sanskrit Language, the co-operative functioning of the whole community due to चातुर्वर्ण्य, Distortion of Correct History, Destrucion of all small scale industries, Dharmic well being of all Bhaarateey people, even looting the Wealth 9including manuscripts) of Bhaarat etc) that were committed during the period. It really created a set back to Bhaarateey thought process functioning since ancient times. Of course functioning, of our own Government since 1947, has not rectified any of these activities of British in any way.
       To continue our efforts, further from the task left since long back, needs us to go back to that period and the knowledge that we had then, isn't it?
       I am arttaching an extract from a book 'The Advancement of Ancient Bhaarat's Vedic Culture' by Stephen Knapp along with for your perusal and pondering over. I hope you may understand current problems of Bhaarat little better then
Poshmal is playing in her crèche, while her dad is at work at the municipal corporation office. Right then, her mom had got up from her desk at the State tourism department office for lunch break. She had cooked batt, nadir-daal and dum-aaloo. That’s how her husband liked it for lunch. But then, just when she was about to eat the first morsel, she bumped into this colleague of hers, a 30-something lady. She whispers something into her ear and they exchange terrified looks.

Looks like she will break down any moment. But she struggles hard, maintains her composure and swears under her breath. She has no time to ponder over the entire calamity that has struck; she has no time to wonder how it all happened. All she can think of is her husband’s safety, his well-being. After all, the lady just told her that his name was on the hit list! And, of course, she spares a thought for her daughter, playing in the crèche, oblivious to the impending dangers outside.

Her head heavy with turbulent thoughts, she keeps back the food in the box and starts wrapping up quickly. The thought of her little daughter scares her even more. She hurries with the packing and leaves. Her steps are quick but her thoughts slow; trying to gather all that has happened in the past few weeks. She finally gets herself out of the office and starts pacing towards her daughter.

She wants to call her husband meanwhile but alas! That wasn’t the year of cellphones. She will have to wait for another hour before she reaches his office. Thinking so, she quickens her pace when suddenly she sees that temple. She had been going there right since her childhood. That place had been special to her but today she doesn’t stop to seek blessings, well there is no temple there now. It had been razed a few days ago, just a few remains are left now. She curses under her breath at one moment and the very next moment, her eyes are filled with tears.

Slowly and steadily, the feeling had begun to sink in. It wasn’t random killings of Kashmiri Pandits here and there. It was complete ethnic cleansing; a planned massacre of her community. The sense of fear had been in the air for quite some weeks now. After all, it wasn’t without reason that she had stopped wearing mangalsutra and vermilion. There was a reason why she had stopped bowing her head every time she passed a temple on the road.

There was a reason why her husband used to leave for work at different times every single day and return home at odd hours. Her mother-in-law had stopped going out to buy grocery and the brave grandma preferred staying indoors. The family members would go off to sleep every night listening to the blaring sounds coming from loudspeakers. The life-threatening announcements scared her.

But she still went off to sleep like that on countless nights. But one morning, her heart heavy with fear, she was just outside her room when she saw her neighbour come out. She wanted to speak to her. They had been friends for quite some years now, or that’s what she thought at least. But sadly, Naseem just looked away; like she had never known her. That was when she knew, it was all over. Her homeland, her birthplace, her home, everything would soon be lost! She had hoped to see her neighbours, her friends, protest against whatever was happening but they chose to remain silent!

That moment scared her. She was still thinking about it when a sudden gunshot brought her back to her senses. She rushed to the crèche. Poshmal was still there doing her antics in the cot. She picked her up, ran out of there, went to her husband’s office, trying to keep a straight face. She didn’t trust anyone anymore. She did not want anyone to see the surge of her emotions, the feeling of being betrayed, that feeling of being rendered homeless, the feeling of hatred, and the biggest of all, that feeling of knowing that all she could take with her were her family members.

She walked up to her husband and gave him the news. They exchanged grim looks and left hurriedly. And yet again! While on their way back, they saw their small temple, the Vitaal Bharavi mandir, still not destroyed. The legend was no thief could ever enter that area surrounding the temple and it had held true all these years, but then how were these murderers allowed to come in? Who were they to throw them out of their homeland? Calling them kafirs and making death announcements over speakers; asking them to choose between bullets and their homeland, their sweet homes, their temples, their birthplace, their beautiful memories of a lifetime.

The couple looked at the deity and then at each other and walked past it. They went home, and even before the elders started asking them any question, they started packing up. Poshmal’s dad started giving instructions to all, quickly moving around the house and looking out of the window every now and then. He would see a few army jawans here and there. It gave him confidence. He said to himself, “I will get my family alive out of here.”

Thinking so, he got busy again, and all of them were done in a few hours. After all, they did not have a lot to take along, nor did they have the time to wait any longer. It was 10 in the night already. They had to leave under cover of darkness with the jawans posted there to make sure that the Pandits were taken to safer places.

Safer places meant, out of Kashmir, maybe to Jammu, Udhampur or anywhere; it did not make a difference. Anywhere out of the heaven felt the same. It was just Kashmir which felt privileged. Poshmal would never get to see where she was born, thought her mother. Like the others she would just have to be happy with the stories of the beautiful valley. They were leaving it all behind. They stepped out of the house, got into the truck, with a few other families and drove away. Never to come back to their birthplace. Never to come back to see how their motherland looked like, never to look at those lakes and never to experience the autumn season that looked the most vibrant only in Kashmir. On second thoughts, maybe they did experience the autumns again. After all, that is what they have been experiencing till date.

Like The Chinars that have fallen from their place

The valley too has lost its grace

The heaven doesn’t exist anymore

The charm is gone that Kashmir ever wore

The political gurus make claims lame and tall

The blood of our community is splattered on the wall

We rot somewhere; the media won’t say a word