Sunday, November 23, 2014

What Is Love???

The other day, I saw a couple going on the road holding hands, oblivious of the world around them. They just seemed to be so engrossed in one another that they hardly cared where they were or how many eyes were watching them. And then a thought just crossed my mind. Is this what love is all. Is this what poets and novelists have written so much about? Is this what turns people’s lives into a heavenly bliss. And then I answered my own questions. Yes this was what has inspired beautiful poetry, and romantic tales. This is what makes the world go.

If you have never experienced being in love, you might wonder what binds people who fall in love. It is not just an emotion that surges up their hormones. It is the feeling of becoming complete in somebody’s company. It is the freedom of being your real self and being accepted and appreciated for that. It is the fun of experiencing some part of every relationship in this one strong bond. It is the tutor who teaches you tolerance, patience and forgiveness. It is the friend who remains with you every time and everywhere, bringing brightness into even the darkest corners of your heart.


So open your hearts and let the fragrance of love blossom your crushed emotions. Give yourself the best gift that you can get. Free yourself from inhibitions and see the world changing in front of you. Don’t shy away from the most wonderful feeling of all, that God has bestowed us with. Love does not hurt, it never causes pain but the condition is that you have to be selfless. Only if you become selfish, will you experience the traumatic side of love. So give yourself just one chance to get out from your frog well and welcome a new dawn with open arms and open minds!      

Saturday, November 22, 2014

My Face Off With The Reality Of Losing Our Home During MY First Visit To Kashmir

It was August 2010 and I was setting out on my first visit to Kashmir, my homeland after a long gap of 20 years. To say I was apprehensive would not do justice to what I was feeling at that time. I was really not sure what I would find in a valley which had been my playground and which we had been forced to leave (for many of us in the middle of the night) in the cold winter month of January 1990. Even though my sister had gone back on a short trip a couple of years earlier, I was really feeling jittery about setting foot in a place whose memories had hunted me for the past two decades.
Finally the day came when I along with my husband and my son commenced our journey to the valley. As the distance to the valley became shorter my anxiety deepened even further. It was almost dark when we finally reached the heart of Srinagar city and I was simply amazed at how churned my every emotion was. I was feeling elated, angry, nostalgic and even somewhat withdrawn at the same time. For the first half hour I felt detached from my own body watching the crowds on the streets, passing by my old school building, looking at the paths that were traversed quite frequently by my little feet so long ago.
Finally we checked into the hotel and for the first time I felt the stings of pain after realizing the fact that I no longer owned a place in this valley. I felt like someone had punched me right in my face as I understood that I was now just another visitor among the crows of tourists who came to feel relaxed and refreshed in the beautiful valley. After going into the room, I simple sat down and reflected on this situation. Whatever my thoughts had been at the beginning of this journey, this sense of having lost my identity was definitely not one of them. Never in the past 20 years had the realization of losing home and hearth struck me as deeply as it had in the span of past ten minutes.
Yes, I had felt angry at the helplessness of our entire family having to live in a 10X10 unconstructed room of a close relative for more than ten years after the exodus. But even in that period there was some hope that the child in me had not allowed to die. There was also a feeling of pain and loss when i learnt that we would have to sell off our home in the valley (incidentally the loan for which we were still paying after years of exile. But on that day, sitting in that cramped hotel room, I realized for the first time the pain that my parents and countless other people from the community had gone through when they left the valley. Maybe I was too small to grasp the complete affect of the tragedy or maybe I had been living in denial all these years, hoping against hope that somehow things would be back to what they used to be.
In the next few days that I spent in the valley, I realized why the things could never be the same again. I visited my home, which we had sold off many years ago. I felt a chill go down my entire body as I entered the ground which had been my safe haven as child. It did not resemble the home of my memories in any manner as it was so unkempt and desolate looking. I turned away with tears rolling down my face even as the local laborers, whose abode it had become now, tried to hide their smirks and the expression of amusements, as they saw my pained look.
Everywhere we went in the valley, we were mostly welcomed with fake smiles and insincere attempts to show love. But some people were confident enough to let us know that we were always welcome as visitors, to spend the money and enjoy our days like other tourists. But these people also told us bluntly that we should forgo of any ideas of returning to the valley on a permanent basis as they would see to it that this never happened. Many of them even had the audacity of telling us that they had suffered more in the past 20 years than the KPs who just had to bear the pain of leaving their homes.
By the time our duration of stay in Kashmir ended, my dreams of returning to the valley as a daughter of the land had been mercilessly crushed. I had come back as a disillusioned child and was now leaving as a broken adult whose hopes of a homeland had been snatched brutally. I don’t know if the promise of a separate homeland for the displaced Pandit community in the valley would ever be fulfilled. But I do know this, even if we get that Promised Land, living in the valley will never be the same as it used to be because while we can rebuild homes, it will take generations to fill the gaps of hearts!