on the cover page of a War magazine!
By Anupama Bhargava
The words of Elie Wiesel wrapped the air,
snug inside my mouth, into
"Peace is our gift to each other."
They all laughed!
Suddenly it had seemed like a bubble gum
spit on the moon face.
Cancel it! Next!
Diana, don't you know that the hiss of the
modern times is not limited to the nude horizons of disbelief.
It's beyond disbelief, into belief, that in
our Kashmir is still clinging to the falling walls of the
militant emotions of Islam by killing more Hindus with each
passing day; the belief in which
The real success lies in the natural echo
of the mourning after swallowing their voices.
Therefore our Headline should brim with an
insufficiency to shield itself from these bites and stings, as
if of an entire desert winter coaxed into language, that is
Hardly visible under the sallow glow on the
patient faces on the remembrance column, asking "If anybody
still remembers FLT. LT. PANKAJ AHLUWALIA, etc.".
The Headline should be able to
Transcend the talks of each peace submit to
the hopeless tears of the real faces that have lost all it's
inside detail and finally making people see the real wings of
the demon with the winds of greed under them.
It shouldn't be disappointing by talking
about Allah instead of people dying!
And if you can't get your hands on reality
give me fiction!
I need to press the truth on their face
either ruddy in chilled touch or wrapped inside the smiles of
the evaporated warmth of the yesteryears!
Suddenly I could wring meaning from their feelings and
come up with the perfect Headline,
Pakistan with love…"
Their chorus joy comforted my last failure!
talking of Secularism, when for past 55 years Pakistanis have
been talking of Jihad!
Bhagwan, Allah, Wahe Guru were all
in deep sleep while
Even teenage girls were impregnated by
wrong men to give birth to wrong children (That's what they
say wrong men give birth to wrong children), and
Their bodies were being craftily designed
to meet the need of the time, with two stomachs -one was the
normal one and the second was for them to be able to bear the
fruits of violence within themselves, if
They weren't left dead and naked, their
genitals tattooed with blood by the stench of rotting human
flesh emanating from their father's or brother's ears and noses
chopped off their faces, their genitals mutilated, their
extremities chopped off, their eyes gouged and their heads
And this is how mourning with a cast of musalaman
(muslim) characters stood center stage that historic night half
a century ago, to find its way to another zone of metaphor,
Within the women's silence around the event
during the days of partition unaware that one day it will be
transformed into a world in which this silence will be dwelled
upon, again but this time by
People shrunk and dwindled into symbols
screaming instead of, "Gore Angrez Hindustan ko kha gaye!"
(Savage, Cannibal, White Britons ate
Slogans of Islamic Pakistan,
"Pakistan's Gift to Hindustan- Then and Now!" The
words that leer with cauldron of bloodshed and horror yet to
And thus please, Hindustanis,
Stop trying to hasten the end of empire
like Gandhi by the simple expedient of turning the other cheek,
Stop your foolish attempt to establish who
was the "guilty" party that had lead to the appalling
outburst of violence that even today dwarf anything we witness
By once again going through every weekly
report submitted to Mountbatten by the governors of India's
provinces, then, officials who represented the best and wisest
products of British rule in India,
Sitting on the mahogany table and chair, as
amazingly no one foresaw this disaster even remotely close to
the one that had overwhelmed the subcontinent since then.
And even more amazing is how you all
politicians are still overlooking how far communal thinking had
made inroads into secular organizations and sensibilities,
Or simply pondering that,
Did independence come too soon? Searching
for an excuse.
Stop talking of Secularism, when for past 55 years
Pakistanis have been talking of Jihad!