Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Militancy Hit Migrants


Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service
Jammu, June 28
House No. 200 in Muthi Phase I Migrants Camp has been the address of poverty of the Kashmiri migrants for many years. Almost all human rights activists, government representatives and lately interlocutors were shown this house as an example of miserable condition of the militancy-affected migrants.


While most of the migrants have got new residences in Satellite Township at Jagti that was inaugurated by Prime Minister Manmohan Singh on March 4 this year, the poster family was denied a flat in the township.


After most of the families shifted to Jagti, the Jammu Development Authority (JDA) reclaimed its land at Muthi and has been bulldozing the shelters, wherein the migrants used to live. A portion of his house was also brought down recently.



It seems that the Jammu and Kashmir Government has different values of humanity for different set of people. It reportedly denied accommodation to the family as its head, Yashpal Sharma, was born in Punjab. An abandoned child in Punjab, he came in Jammu and Kashmir in his childhood and since then he has been living here. It does not matter for the government that he, who has been living in state since childhood, his wife belongs to Jammu and their children were born in Jammu and Kashmir.


Nevertheless, his family was allotted a room in Muthi Phase I Migrant Camp like hundreds of other Kashmiri migrants in 1992. The family was also getting relief at the camp. Yashpal used to work in the Kashmir valley for more than 20 years. His family had to migrate along with Kashmiri Pandits at the time of insurgency in 1990.


“I spent two years in Geeta Bhavan along with my four daughters and wife with many other Kashmiri Pandit migrants. Thereafter, we were allotted a shelter in Muthi by the then tehsildar,” says Yashpal.


“Whenever some minister or other person would visit the migrant camp to assess the living conditions of Kashmiri Pandit migrants, the visitor would be brought to my house. Today I am undone and nobody seems to be bothered about me,” he says, adding, “My application for a shelter at Jagti was rejected on the ground that I am not a state subject. However, my wife was born in Jammu and Kashmir. My children were born here.”


“One of my daughters is struggling for life. She is a cancer patient. With the help of some philanthropists, she was operated at PGI, Chandigarh, recently. My wife is mentally unstable, asthmatic and anaemic,” he says, adding, “In the absence of a shelter, where will I go with my young daughters and sick wife?” “I have endured many shocks in my life since childhood. But this time, it is not the house they have broken…..it is I who is broken. Now I am left with only two options: Either I will kill someone or we all will commit suicide.”


“I sell coal in winter and fruits on a hand-driven cart in summer. For the last couple of days, I have not earned anything,” he says adding that for the past many days he has not been able to earn some thing. 


“Anyone can see the containers in my kitchen, there is nothing left to cook and eat,” he says uncontrollably. 


“We have rehabilitated almost 95 per cent of the migrants who were camping at Phase I in Muthi. Let me see records and only then I will be able to comment on the issue,” said, Narinder Jamwal, assistant commissioner, relief, Jammu.



Yashpal along with his wife and daughter at the Muthi Migrant Camp in Jammu.

Yashpal along with his wife and daughter at the Muthi Migrant Camp in Jammu. Photo : Inderjeet Singh.





















Sunday, June 26, 2011

Real Life Heroes


Ashvini Jojra, a resident of RS Pura, has arranged 880 marriages of girls living below the poverty line. The founder-president of charitable organisation Sehyog is working for the welfare of differently abled children, the aged, as well as widows, writes Ashutosh Sharma from Jammu

C ertain incidents leave a deep impact on our lives. But in certain cases the impression is lasting on the psyche. One incident in the life of an aspiring civil servant changed his entire orientation. Ashvini Jojra, a resident of RS Pura, 35 km from Jammu city, relates the incident that took place when he was studying in Aligarh.


(http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090426/spectrum/main2.htm)

Social Exclusion


Desperate to Survive


For hundreds of years baazigars were entertainers. Today they live in abject poverty, without any state protection. They are no longer into traditional occupation, and are engaged in petty jobs, reports Ashutosh Sharma from Jammu
 
Baazigiri has died a tragic death at the hands of modernity, and baazigars have turned into paupers over the years. For hundreds of years they were entertainers. They made people laugh through comedy, inspired awe with breathtaking stunts and enthralled them with their daredevil gymnastics.

(http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090830/spectrum/main2.htm)

Social Exclusion

Community in Distress

The Pernas of Kathua district, who have lived the life of criminals and are treated as social outcasts, claim to be the decedents of Prithviraj Chauhan and Maharana Pratap. Prosperity continues to elude the community despite its unscrupulous ways, reports Ashutosh Sharma from Jammu.



A group of Perna children in Gati village of Kathua district
A group of Perna children in Gati village of Kathua district
Considering themselves as a defeated community, the Pernas of Kathua district in the Jammu region are living in a state of social seclusion, and are deprived of state protection. Speaking about their lineage, they claim to be the decedents of famous warriors Prithviraj Chauhan and Maharana Pratap of Rajasthan. They believe that after their ancestors left the royal palaces, they started living in dense forests away from mainstream community. The subsequent generations were brought up in isolation, and that is why this sense of exclusion vis-à-vis society.


If a murder, burglary, rape or any other crime takes place in neighbouring states like Himachal, Punjab and Haryana, or even Rajasthan, the police pick up Perna youths as suspects. In local parlance, Perna has become a word that is liberally used to offend someone. What is famous about members of this meat-eating community is that they can even eat snakes, and are known for vigorous gymnastic skills.

Militancy


Many Kashmiri militants, who have eschewed the path of violence and surrendered in the hope of living a normal life, are a disillusioned lot as the incentives of the government’s rehabilitation policy have not reached most of them, reports Ashutosh Sharma from Jammu
A REcent announcement by the Centre to grant amnesty to "misguided Kashmiri youth" undergoing arms training in terror camps in Pakistan occupied Kashmir (PoK), who want to surrender and return home, has brought cheer to hundreds of families in the troubled state. These youths had left for PoK many years ago for arms training and are keen to return.


Present policy

(http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100227/saturday/main1.htm)

Militancy


Rukhsana from Rajouri district recently shot to fame for having killed a militant. There are several other civilians in the region who have fought militancy but their bravery has not been highlighted, reports Ashutosh Sharma from Jammu
 
AFTER having killed a dreaded militant and injuring another, a small girl, Rukhsana, belonging to a remote village, Kalsi, near the famous shrine of Shahdara Shahrief in Rajouri district, has shot to fame and is being acclaimed as a mascot of civilian war against terrorism.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Border Residents


Violation of Human Rights


Man’s disappearance from Army custody
Wife awaits justice for 11 years

Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service

Poonch, June 24
Residents of villages near the Line of Control (LoC) allege that the Army has been using innocent villagers as a counter-strategy to fight militants. In the process, there have been serious human rights violations and the civil administration have been unable to fix responsibility in such cases, besides providing justice to the victims.
Fatima Jaan with her daughter Gulzaar Jaan at their house in Kaiyan Gontrian village near the LoC in Poonch district. Photo by writer


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Indo-Pak conflict

Hurt in Pak firing, woman gets Rs 5,000 as relief after 17 years
Hassan Bi with her husband, Mohammad Sharief, at Kerni village in Poonch.Poonch, June 17
Seventeen years after a woman, Hassan Bi, was wounded in indiscriminate firing by Pakistan soldiers in a border village of Poonch district

Hassan Bi with her husband, Mohammad Sharief, at Kerni village in Poonch.
Photo by writer



(http://www.tribuneindia.com/2011/20110618/j&k.htm#2)


Anniversary of Kabaili Attack
Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service
Jammu, October 25 

It is said that the honour of a woman is bigger than her life. And to preserve that ‘honour’, a horrifying slaying of nearly 45 women by their own relatives is still afresh in the minds of a few survivors, who fled Pakistan after the tribal attack on Jammu and Kashmir.



Anniversary of Kabaili Attack
Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service
Jammu, October 22 

A mark of a gunshot on his left thigh, suffered in the tribal attack on Jammu and Kashmir 63 years ago on this day serves as a living memorabilia of the “Kabaili attack and the resultant bloodshed”.




Ishar Singh at his home in Digiana
near Jammu. 

By Ashutosh Sharma
21 May, 2008
Countercurrents.org
JAMMU, May 18:
Borders and religions may marginalize human beings but they can not cut apart relations. Despite having an age of 104 years, time could not lessen Ishar Singh’s anguish for his first family, which got separated from him during partition of India-Pakistan in 1947 and later embraced Islam. From first marriage, his two daughters are settled in Pakistan whereas sons are working in US. 


Ishar presently lives in Digiana near Jammu city with second family but equally concerned about children from the first family.

While narrating the incidents of partition and its aftermath, Ishar says that although now he has grown frail yet he has strong desire to see the faces of his daughters in Pakistan before breathing his last.

Ishar Singh was enjoying perfect family bliss with wife, Swarn Kour and seven children including four sons and three daughters in village Asniji, in Muzzafrabad, PoK till independence brought trauma of partition along with it. Pakistan came into existence and with triggered  migration and massacre in the region. In October 1947 communal clashes broke out in part of Poonch which is under Pakistani control now.


During the displacement of minority community from Muslim dominated area, his two brothers were massacred and he along with rest of the family members was held captive at Kharla in Ilaqua Bag by Muslim rioters. Being a Sikh, he had two options-either to embrace Islam or to lose life to people charged with communal frenzy.

One day, while he was engaged in some job assigned by his captors, his wife along with children somehow managed to escape from the captivity and got separated from him.

On the other hand he too managed to get away and came over to this side of border through Goalta, Uri and after passing some days with Indian Army at Baramulla finally settled in Batote with the assurance that after the passage of dark phase he will rediscover his family and start new life in India.

Ishar continued his efforts to establish contact with the family and even mailed several letters to his wife in Pakistan Occupied Kashmir (PoK) but could not evoke any response as letters never reached his wife who had already left the place of address along with children.

Being hopeless and hapless, Swaran after leaving  Muzzafrabad went to Lahore in search of livelihood where she managed to get job of a nurse in Mayo Hospital.


Circumstances compelled her to convert religion along with children. But, Swaran rediscovered meaning of life in the up bringing and education of her children. During this process, she toiled hard but with dignity and imparted higher education to children at her own without discriminating between daughters and sons.

Ishar came to know about it from some refugees settled in Jammu who visited PoK and learned about his family putting up in Lahore. Eventually, Ishar visited Lahore in 1949 but by that time every thing had irrevocably changed. His wife along with children had converted to Islam. She refused to embrace Sikhism again and come to India as by that time she had learnt to live on her own. By that time she had dedicated herself to imparting good education to her children.

Ishar came back with a heavy heart in Batote and on the continuous insistence of relatives remarried in 1958 and started a new life. From his second marriage, he fathered five children and later settled in Jammu at Digiana.

On the other hand, his elder son from first marriage, Inderjeet Singh, now Mohammad Shafi became a surgeon in New Jersey, US and rest of three sons also established business in US with the help of their elder brother. Having consolidated their position in New Jersy they took their mother along with them and got permanently settled in US.

When Shafi had to leave for New Jersy he visited his father in Batote and remained in touch with his father over the years. Later, on the invitation of his first wife and her children, Ishar went to New Jersy in 1975 and stayed with the separated family for a month and came back.
According to him, his elder son has married a Christian lady and is doing well there where as other three sons and daughters have married in Muslim religion. His daughters are living in Faislabad, Pakistan and are in teaching profession.

Till now he has visited US eleven times and in the meantime also got a green card from the United States. But Ishar decided to live in India for the rest of his life.

He holds his first wife, who died a couple of months ago, in high esteem  while appreciating her efforts in raising the children gracefully.





Cross-LoC Bus Service


Sobs and cries of the departing people, the warmth of their hugs, kisses, exchange of farewell notes and final handshakes from the windows of moving buses were just too much to bear as Pakistan bound passengers gathered at Poonch to depart for Pakistan after meeting their near and dear ones in India. Passengers belonged to the families which got separated during the 1947 and 1965 wars.
Poonch, June 20
Not only the Line of Control (LoC) that divides Poonch between India and Pakistan but also religions seem irrelevant at sports stadium here where Pakistan-bound passengers gather every Monday of the month. Emotions were running high when Kanshi Ram bade adieu to his cousin (maternal uncle’s son), Ali Mohammad who returned to Pakistan today after spending 45 days here. In the turmoil of 1947, Ali’s family had to migrate to Pakistan. Thereafter, he visited his birth place for the first time in April this year.


‘What if I am in Pak now, I was born here...’
Sobs and cries of the departing people, the warmth of their hugs, kisses, exchange of farewell notes and final handshakes from the windows of moving buses were just too much to bear as Pakistan bound passengers gathered at Poonch to depart for Pakistan after meeting their near and dear ones in India. Passengers belonged to the families which got separated during the 1947 and 1965 wars.


Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service

Poonch, June 20
Ali Mohammad (left) with his cousin Kanshi Ram at sports stadium Poonch
Ali Mohammad (left) with his cousin Kanshi Ram at sports stadium Poonch on Monday. Photos by the writer.
Members of the divided families bidding goodbye to their Pakistani relatives at sports stadium Poonch
Members of the divided families bidding goodbye to their Pakistani relatives at sports stadium Poonch on Monday.
Not only the Line of Control (LoC) that divides Poonch between India and Pakistan but also religions seem irrelevant at sports stadium here where Pakistan-bound passengers gather every Monday of the month.


Emotions were running high when Kanshi Ram bade adieu to his cousin (maternal uncle’s son), Ali Mohammad who returned to Pakistan today after spending 45 days here. In the turmoil of 1947, Ali’s family had to migrate to Pakistan. Thereafter, he visited his birth place for the first time in April this year.


Nevertheless, every passenger at the bus yard belonged to families which got separated during 1947 and 1965 wars.
Amidst sobs and cries of the departing people, the warmth of their hugs, kisses, final handshakes from the windows of moving buses and exchange of farewell notes were just too much for onlookers.


Despite the alleged cumbersome procedure of issuing permits on both sides of the border, they said they would like to visit again.


The entire family of Kanshi Ram of Gherati in Rajouri had come to see off Ali who lives in Pakistan in New Meerpur.


Ali was accompanied by his brother-in-law Mohammad Aziz who, during his visit to this part of Poonch, met his sister, Humsheera Begum of Rajouri. The brother-sister got separated in 1947.


“We just pray that both countries live like brothers. Our culture, language, eating habits and every thing is the same. Our wounds start bleeding whenever there is strain in Indian-Pakistan relations,” Ali said.


“The memories of love and hospitality of my relatives here are the prized souvenirs I am taking back to Pakistan,” he said.


The Pakistani guests were seen taking along with them umbrellas, clothes, pressure cookers, bottles filled with water from local springs and rivers and photographs of their relatives.


From the sports stadium, passengers are transported to LoC in the buses of the state regional transport corporation, from where they have to board different buses.


Amongst the group of people who left for Pakistan, there were many people who met their separated family members here for the first time in their life.


Hazi Sultan (95) of Poonch city had come with his son Mohammad Younis, medical superintendent of district hospital Poonch and daughter in law Javeda Firdos, to see off his late elder brother’s daughter, Nazira Bi.


“I was born at Gujranwalla in Pakistan. I came here with my husband to meet our relatives,” said Nazira, adding that they got permit after four years.


“We got permit after two-and-a-half years. I had to apply for twice. Though I want to visit again but I am uncertain when the two governments allow me next
time,” she said. “What if I live in Pakistan now. I was born here. Mera Watan yehi hai (this is my country),” said Hakim Bi who has been living in Meerpur since 1965.


Hakim Bi met his brother Mohammad Hussain of Rajouri for the first time after she migrated to part of Poonch under Pakistan’s control.


“I separated from my family and stranded into Pakistan during 1965. After that I could never see my father, mother and an elder brother. They all died one after other well before the start of bus service,” said Khadim Hussain who was here with wife and two children.

Anti-Personnel Mine Victims

Pain of Poonch , J&K's shame
Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service

Poonch, June 19
Faqir Mohammad (right) and Mohammad Sadiq of Shahpur village. Even after decades, people who lost their limbs in landmine blasts in this border district have got no or inadequate compensation despite recommendations by the Jammu and Kashmir State Human Rights Commission. Officials at the DC’s office say that only 20 cases of relief and compensation are pending in its records

Faqir Mohammad (right) and Mohammad Sadiq of Shahpur village.Photo by writer.

Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service

Poonch, June 19
Ashiq Hussain (centre), mine blast victim, with his relatives in Jammu. Ashiq Hussain (10) had to pay a heavy price to the Indo-Pak border tension. He has lost both hands and an eye in a landmine blast near his home in Khardi Karmara village near the LoC.

Ashiq Hussain (centre), mine blast victim, with his relatives in Jammu. A Tribune photo

90-year-old villager sweats it out in the fields to feed his family
Keekar Singh, along with his wife Kulwant Kaur, in Khardi Karmarda village, close to the Line of Control Ashutosh Sharma
Tribune News Service
Poonch, June 23
Landmine blasts have maimed hundreds of border residents here, but the prolonged psychological effects of the injuries, coupled with economic hardships they suffer and the government’s apathetic attitude, has led to psychiatric diseases in many of them.
Keekar Singh, along with his wife Kulwant Kaur, in Khardi Karmarda village, close to the Line of Control. Photo by writer


Protecting civilians on Indo-Pak border
M
ANY borders have weight-triggered explosive devices that can blast off with a human or inanimate contact. The difficult-to-patrol Indo-Pak border is dotted with them, a legacy of turbulent times and wars during which landmines were placed by the Army.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Jottings



The Guide
By Ashutosh Sharma
Though I am agnostic yet until June 12, every scathing attack launched at Baba Ramdev in person as well as his crusade against corruption and black money was unbearable to me. A candid confession.
I was filled with hope that Baba had surely created a ripple. In my view he was carrying forward the baton exactly from a point where Anna Hazare left it. Like lakhs of other people, my imagination was fired and I had started foreseeing a corruption free, developed and prosperous India.
Watching loudmouths like Digvijay taking repeated digs at Baba by labeling his struggle as a ‘Nautanki’ besides calling Baba a Thug and Fraud on 24x7 news channels every time left me seething with anger.Like many others, I was asking people sitting by me if Baba were a Thug, why a panel of five union ministers was rushed to him on his arrival at Delhi.
However, the government’s villainous eviction of Ramdev through a late night crackdown on the sleeping followers at Ram Leela Ground in Delhi came as a bolt from the blue. My devotion for Baba increased to the extent that i continued to support him (though silently) by ignoring the fact that he ran away from the spot cross dressed.
The topic was also most favourite among the members of tweeting community. While noted poet like Javed Akhtar anticipated that 'Baba will have to eat a humble pie', Bangladeshi writer in exile, Taslima Nasreen rather petulantly compared Baba with Yemen president Saleh.

However on June 12, film maker Mahesh Bhatt tweeted, “Everyone’s saying Baba Ramdev has broken his fast. I'm pretty certain it was the fast that broke him.”

The corollary of given situation could be found in an acclaimed novel by RK Narayanan, The Guide that was later adopted to a film starring Dev Anand and Wahida Rehman.
Narayanan’s great work of fiction holds some significance for Corruption struck India. Most of us can recall the main protagonist of The Guide, a Thug Railway Raju. After coming out of jail he happens to pass through a village. After being mistaken for a Saint by the gullible villagers, he decides to live like one in their famine struck village.
With no ray of hope in sight, naturally people turn towards the 'Saint' and therefore the 'Thug' is expected to observe a fast for the sake of rain.
The media starts popularizing his fast. There comes a turning point in his life. Instead of running away, he responds to call of his conscience and lives on empty stomach as long as it did not rain.
On the contrary, the hunger strike on a national issue like corruption was Baba’s independent decision. Still, he has caused a setback to the cause of fight against corruption by stepping back.
After being chased away from Delhi, when Baba reached his Patanjli Yog Samiti in Dehradun, he was visibly agitated and swearing by Bhagat Singh. He proclaimed that it was his litmus test and a historical time in his personal life. What happened thereafter? Was Baba scared of death?
Whatever be the reasons, he failed his litmus test. Baba Ramdev arguably proved him weaker than Raju---the Thug turned saint, who willingly staked his life to keep people’s faith in him intact.


Monday, June 13, 2011

My Poetry





‘बंजारा’


अनजानी सी इन राहों में,
घूम रहा हूँ मैं आवारा....
मत पूछो तुम ठोर-ठिकाना ,
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!


हर नगरी में, हर बस्ती में,
अपनी मर्ज़ी से आता हूँ...
जो रस्ता ये मन दिखलाए,
उस रस्ते पर ही जाता हूँ
अपनी ही धुन में गाता हूँ,
ले कर सांसों का इक-तारा
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!


देश- धर्म  के  नाम  पे  इनको
मैने   सब  कुछ  करते  देखा…….
जिंदा  रहने  की  कोशिश  में 
उनको भी  है  मरते  देखा….....
चलते-चलते इस जीवन में,
जैसे -तैसे वक़्त गुज़ारा .....
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!


इस धरती पे हर इक निर्धन,
हर धनवान से वाकिफ हूँ मैं....
इंसानों की इस दुनिया में,
हर भगवान् से वाकिफ हूँ मैं .…
अम्बर भी है मेरा रस्ता ,
वाकिफ़ है ये तारा - तारा .....
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!


किसी किसी के आंगन में ही,
देखा है खुशिओं का डेरा..…
बाकी घर -घर में है मातम,
हर चेहरे को दुःख ने घेरा
देख के उन के बहते आंसू,
रोता है क्यों दिल बेचारा .....
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!


अपना सब कुछ बाँट चुका हूँ,
अब खाली है मेरा दामन.. ..
मुड के पीछे में देखूं,
छोड़ दिया जब कोई आँगन...
रोज़ नए इक रस्ते पर मैं,
चुनता जाऊं हर अंगारा ..…
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!


जाते - जाते तेरे दर से,
अपना ये मन हुआ पराया.. ..
पीछे - पीछे है मन मेरा
आगे - आगे मेरा साया... …
आज इधर से गुज़रा हूँ तो,
शायद  आऊं दोबारा……..
मेरा क्या मैं हूँ बंजारा …!!

~~आशु तोष .....




कितनी यादें पुरानी चली आती हैं

रात होते ही जब नीले आकाश में,
दूर तक चांदनी सी छिटक जाती है...
बीते लम्हों का जादू जगाते हुए,
पंछिओं की कतारें गुज़र जाती हैं …
कितनी यादें पुरानी चली आती हैं ..

बारिशों की हों चाहे वो सरगोशियाँ,
या हों वीरान राहों की खामोशियाँ….
या घने जंगलों की हसीं राहतें,
दूर मुझ से बहुत मुझ को ले जाती हैं….
कितनी यादें पुरानी चली आती हैं ….

ख्वाब ऐसे भी दिल में चले आते हैं ,
सारे एहसास जब यूं चटक जाते हैं ….
जैसे सूखे से तालाब की सतह पर,
आरडी तिरछी दरारें उभर आती हैं ………
कितनी यादें पुरानी चली आती हैं ...

दूर मुझ से खडी अजनबी अजनबी,
रूठी रूठी ज़रा जिस घडी ज़िन्दगी....
जब भी तन्हाई का पूछती है सबब,
तन में साँसों से सांसें उलझ जाती हैं ….
कितनी यादें पुरानी चली आती हैं .....

चलते चलते अचानक किसी मोड़ पर,
याद में हमसफ़र वो जो आए अगर …
मंजिलें भी नज़र से भटक जाती हैं,
धुंध में मेरी राहें उतर जाती हैं………
कितनी यादें पुरानी चली आती हैं …!!
~~आशु तोष !!


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