The war impacts each person individually. I was never a good history student. I have learned the importance of history over time. We should make extra efforts to pass our history from one generation to another generation. It does not matter if history is good or bad, but we must pass to the next generations. We learn a lesson from our mistakes or the mistakes of our elders. History can teach us a lot. I always had curiosity knowing about my roots. I had left my native country a long time ago, but I am still attached to my roots. Once I had lived a quiet life. My world was limited to one person only. It did not matter if I were sitting in the middle of the crowds because I did not have an interest in talking to anybody. I talk to anybody except yes or no answers. I was very outspoken when I was a child. Life had made a dramatic u-turn in my life. I refused to talk when Abu died. My words and conversation were limited to my hubby bubby. Once I traveled with him to Leh and Ladakh. We had dinner with a private army contractor. Altaf was surprised to see me talking with a stranger. The conversation was related to history. I always had asked Altaf about the history of JK. We used to have a very productive conversation. I had left jk when I was 5 years old.
Baru baba, Abu, and Chachu was also a good source of providing history. My native country had many wars with neighbor countries. I was born after 1971 so I did not know about the wars of 1963 with China, 1965 and 1971 wars with Pak. The last war with Pak was fought on Kargil and Drass in 1999. I was already out of the country but I had lost my brother- in -law who was a brigadier in the Indian army. There are always domestic wars in my native country. There is no specific reason to fight domestically or with neighbors countries except it is the only game of politics. Both countries fight with each other just as sibling rivalry.
In 1947, the largest migration in world history happened when India was divided into two different parts. The country had been divided on the base of the religious population. Pak was born in Aug 1947.
Baru baba was a young man during the partition. I often asked him about the partition. Baba always became sad talking about the war. You could have seen tears welled into his eyes. He often refused to talk but I had always made him talk to me. Nobody refused me when I had made my innocent face with a different impression. on the top, I was the favorite kid for Baru baba.
Baru baba had told us many were died and injured during the partition. Women had been raped and killed. The irrigation canal where I often jumped with my friends, had turned red with the blood of dead people. Baba also told us that he had seen many dead bodies floating in the irrigation canal. The environment had become like the apocalypse. the innocent people of both sides had been suffered. Baba was right that war is only worse for the poor people. The war makes poor people poorer and it makes rich people richer.
Terrorism made us to leave the valley when I was 5 years old. We had moved back to our ancestor’s home in the suburban of an industrial town in the neighbor state. My ancestor’s house had come in the middle of the city so my grandfather and his brother had chosen to build the home in our farmhouse outside the city skirt.
Our farmhouse was close to the old army base camp and air force field. The army base camp was built back in 1805 during the British rule over India. It took Britain a while to control the land of warriors than the rest of India. It was the same time when one of our ancestors got killed fighting for his country. Later, the airfield had been built after the partition. My mother told us about the stories of war with Pak in 1971. The Pak fighter plane was continued making the efforts to attack the army camp. It was built before the partition so Pak did have a map of the base camp. The base camp is known as a shawani. However, the dark of Dec night was not in the favor of Pak fighters. On the top, the Indian jet fighters were chasing them from the airfield. My mother and many other villagers had witnessed the fighter planes of both countries fighting on the top of the residential area and also on the farmhouse. Both fighters were not ready to give up. The protection of shawani was very important which had occupied by the soldiers of ITB. There was another reason both fighters were not ready to give up. Underneath the shawani, there was a large store of ammunition. A one grenade attack was enough to start the chaos and destroyed the two states: JK and Punjab. The fighter planes had been fighting in the sky over the town for many days. People were so afraid that they lived in the bunkers during the night time. Finally, the Pak jet left the area after destroying our farmhouse. Instead of throwing the grenade on the base camp, they had accidentally attacked our farmhouse. People were so scared that nobody liked to go out after sunset. They had sealed all the windows, so the light would not go out and rival jet won’t attack the innocent people of the town. People used to cook supper before the sunset. Our ancestor’s house windows were also sealed so I often used to ask my uncle, “why the windows were sealed”. Each time new stories had come but the result was always destruction. I loved my ancestor’ double story house which was built with red color bricks. I did not like to go inside the living room which was decorated with heads of the animals. My uncle said one of our ancestors was a great hunter. I did not like it all. I used to get scared of the animals’ heads. The house was later demolished and my uncle did not save the animals head either. He loved animals, and how he could have kept the heads of the dead animals. Our town was greatly affected by two wars with Pak in 1965 and then 1971.
While the fighters from the other part of the country were fought to protect the shawani. The local martyr of my town Sardar Nirmaljit Singh Sekhon was busy protecting the valley from a Srinagar air base. The bravo was enough brave whose bravery had been praised by Pak Fighter later. Sekhon died at the age of 28 serving his country. He is the only one so far in the history of the Indian Air Force who had received posthumously the most famous gallantry award Param Vir Chakra. He was survived by his wife and his father who was also in the air force. The newlywed did not have any child yet. Later, his statue with the plane was kept in Samrala chowk of his town. Each time I passed by the war hero, I had raised my hand to salute him. It had to disappoint me when I went last time to visit my ailing mom, the statue of the martyr was not at the same place. No, his statue should be there where everyone can see him. Everybody can learn about him, and patriotism. This war hero was from her maternal grandfather’s town who shared the boundaries of their farmhouses in Isewal town.
My ancestor was martyred fighting for the freedom of the country. He was cremated at the place where we built the house later.
My town is famous for being wool and industrial town. The majority of the Hindu population has lived in this town. The area is also dominated by the Indian army officers. The town has the honor to give the country great heroes, and high-rank army officers. This was the other reason that terrorism came later to my town compared to the rest of the towns in the state. Terrorism had been ended in my state after 10 years of blood bath. It was a traumatic experience for the children who grew up during this time. All of us had slowly left the town. The people had learned soon enough that the terrorism or the domestic war was not good for the prosperity of the state. The terrorism was easy to control in this part of the state due to geographical situation and the locals refused to support the terrorists. The neighbor country attempted to take advantage of domestic terrorism which was also based on religion. The Sikhism doesn’t allow to kill others. They are known as a warrior who gave their lives for others. They are known as fighters and they are also known as a scarifier. I am proud to be the part of this warrior caste. Then why Sikhs had become a terrorist to kill own people. You will find a deep connection between the center govt and the terrorism if you go deep to find the roots. It was just the dirty game of the politics, in which the sentiments of Sikhs had used.Have this over yet? No, it is not over yet. Intel reports something different. Once again, another warrior was martyred saving the shawani that was my Abu.
The last war of both rival siblings was fought only at Kargil and Drass of JK. Many soldiers were died fighting with each other. For what? For the land? For the Valley? Drass is the second coldest inhabitant area in the world. Kashmir is the most militarized area in the world. What do both countries need from this land? Kashmir is a matter of pride for India. What pride do if it is built on the blood on local Kashmiris? I ask the same thing from the locals. What would you do with the beautiful valley which is full of blood with your loved ones. The problems are very clear. We are all sentimental. The dirty game of politics taking advantage again. The conflict has been continued since the partition. No, we are not killing Hindu, Muslim, Sikhs, or Christian. We are killing humanity. The Valley is crying again since August 5th. The situation is worse than before. The local article had been aborted on August 5th, and Valley has been taken away from the locals. I am not against the abrogation of the article. I am against the violation of the rights of local people. Both countries are blaming each other. I just suggest taking care of your own mess. Don’t try to clean others. Who is suffering? Any side of the govt? No, the local population is suffering. How hard is to live in the temp of a minus degree without electricity or proper heating system. No, the article is not abrogated for the development of Kashmir. It was just a game of politics that continues to the present. The Kashmir problem won’t solve because nobody wants to solve it. War is the business for the politicians and businessmen. The war impact only poor people, not rich people. I am great to be sitting away from the war zone but it does not mean my life is not impacted. Everyone pays the price of the war. Some fights on the front behind the enemy’s lines but some fights even sitting away from the war zone.