The War: Part # 2

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 it on 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 a curiosity about 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 was sitting in the middle of the crowd 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 good source of providing history. My native country had many wars with neighboring countries. I was born after 1971, so I did not know about the wars of 1963 with China and the 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 lost my brother-in-law, 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 neighboring countries except it is the only game of politics. Both countries fight with each other just like sibling rivalry.

In world history, the largest migration happened when India was divided into two parts in August 1947. The country had been divided on the base of the religious population. As a result, 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 well 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 poor people. The war makes poor people poorer, and it makes rich people richer.

Terrorism made us leave the Valley when I was 5 years old. We had moved back to our ancestor’s home in the suburbs of an industrial town in the neighboring 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 was built after the partition. My mother told us the stories of the war with Pak in 1971. The Pak fighter plane was continued making efforts to attack the army camp. It was built before the partition, so Pak did have a base camp map. The base camp is known as a shawani. However, the dark of Dec night was not in favor of Pak fighters.

While the fighters from the other part of the country were fighting to protect the shawani. The local martyr of my town Sardar Nirmaljit Singh Sekhon was busy protecting the Valley from a Srinagar airbase. 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 the most famous gallantry award, Param Vir Chakra, posthumously. He was survived by his wife and his father, who was also in the air force. The newlywed did not have any children yet. Later, his statue with the plane was kept in the Samrala chowk of his town. Each time I passed by the war hero, I had raised my hand to salute him. It had disappointed me when I went last time to visit my ailing mom; the statue of the martyr was not in the same place. No, his statue should be there where everyone can see him. Everybody can learn about him and his 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 a wool and industrial town. The majority of the Hindu population has lived in this town. The area is also dominated by 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 the 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 terrorism or domestic war was not good for the state’s prosperity. Terrorism was easy to control in this part of the state due to the geographical situation, and the locals refused to support the terrorists. The neighboring country attempted to take advantage of domestic terrorism based on religion. Sikhism doesn’t allow killing 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 a part of this warrior caste. Then why Sikhs had become a terrorist to kill their own people. You will find a deep connection between the center govt and terrorism if you go deep to find the roots. It was just the dirty game of politics in which the sentiments of Sikhs had been 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 does pride do if it is built on the blood of local Kashmiris? I ask the same thing from the locals. What would you do with the beautiful Valley 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 Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, or Christian. We are killing humanity.

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