in the hustle bustle of life, who really has the time to pause n ponder...but the inactivity of the last few months,has made me sit up and think... dat why is it happening, all that is happening..
here i dont attempt to sort out any great mysteries...or to suggest any fantastic solutions to the current turmoil...i just want to put into words what all my mind in its humble capacity has been able to assemble in the last 6 years that i have spent in Kashmir.
the slogans on the roads.... the gory statistics.... the dead... the survivors...where has all this come from and where can it possibly go from here...
i belong to the class of Indians who have always romanticised, idolised and worshipped their country.. its policies n its army....but the last few years have been a rude awakening of sorts.. n my very basic reason has been unhinged.
azaadi.. or whatever it means... may be a pipe dream to most of us.... but it does carry its roots somewhere deep in d kashmiri psyche...
there is no such person who hasnt suffered some harrasment ,whether intentional or otherwise,at the hands of d men in uniform... and over the years, all of it has added up to volcanic propotions...
azaadi???? from what? not only from India, or Pakistan or whatever...
but azaadi from the continual,daily harrasments, the routine voilence...
d common man wants freedom to live his life with dignity.. the freedom to plan his tomorrow ...
the ability to go to bed at night without the fear of the next morning... the peace of mind to not freak out when a young son is out of home and isn't back by sunset....
and i am at a loss to understand what price has the common man to pay for the freedom that he dreams about...
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