Well....
I don't really know how and when it all started, neither do I've a mighty memory which would enable me to recall an incident that happened some 14 years back, when I was just 4.
But one thing that I definitely know is that, this incident didn't change my life in particular, though it may have changed lives of thousands...
It was an intense day, for all the wrong reasons....
They said,"Babri Masjid ko gira diya hai..!!, sab hinduon ko maarkar khoon-kharaaba faila rahe hain..!!!".
Kanpur, my hometown (yeah!!) has always been a communal flash point and so, I have always seen one or the other things happening there..
The one I'm talking about happened immediately after the demolition of the Babri Masjid. It was just a regular riot, a bit more in magnitude than other ones may be. But I was too small to know and understand that..and may be that's the reason why I was in the school on that fateful day..!!!!..
The aftermath of the demolition was predictable and Kanpur was no exception. Kanpur was dismantled. Nobody had any clue as to what was happening. People were panicky. People...good people and bad people...people who wanted to save their lives...and people who hunted for lives...!!!!.. A wave of tension filled the whole city, proliferating like a cancer, decaying the minds, creating incisions..building walls, spilling blood, chopping bodies, hurling invectives, going mad..!!!...going dead..!!
I lived in Civil Lines, which was far from my school. But living in a civilized area was no remedy for a boiling riot..everyone was affected... though the extent differed..
I was protected..!!
The ones who weren't...well..God knows...
Instantaneously a curfew was declared and life revolved around that..no vegetables..no fruits..no milk.. no grains.. no nothing. Life stopped, almost threatening not to resolve its normal pace...!!!!
People were the victims. Poor tormented souls. They feared of anything and everything. Alarmed by the presence of a Muslim. Petrified on stepping into a muslim moholla.
A procreated hell it was..
The wreckage was unfathomable...!!!!!
It's said that people have a short memory and they tend to forget things fast..
I think it's right too. It's better to forget the agonies than to live with them, but had my memory collapsed, I wouldn't have remembered all this, some of which is heard and some conceived...
While I was writing this, truly, I had nothing in my mind. No insights. No clues. Just a fragment of nostalgia..
As I furthered, I got hold of the shore...
I don't really know how and when it all started, neither do I've a mighty memory which would enable me to recall an incident that happened some 14 years back, when I was just 4.
But one thing that I definitely know is that, this incident didn't change my life in particular, though it may have changed lives of thousands...
It was an intense day, for all the wrong reasons....
They said,"Babri Masjid ko gira diya hai..!!, sab hinduon ko maarkar khoon-kharaaba faila rahe hain..!!!".
Kanpur, my hometown (yeah!!) has always been a communal flash point and so, I have always seen one or the other things happening there..
The one I'm talking about happened immediately after the demolition of the Babri Masjid. It was just a regular riot, a bit more in magnitude than other ones may be. But I was too small to know and understand that..and may be that's the reason why I was in the school on that fateful day..!!!!..
The aftermath of the demolition was predictable and Kanpur was no exception. Kanpur was dismantled. Nobody had any clue as to what was happening. People were panicky. People...good people and bad people...people who wanted to save their lives...and people who hunted for lives...!!!!.. A wave of tension filled the whole city, proliferating like a cancer, decaying the minds, creating incisions..building walls, spilling blood, chopping bodies, hurling invectives, going mad..!!!...going dead..!!
I lived in Civil Lines, which was far from my school. But living in a civilized area was no remedy for a boiling riot..everyone was affected... though the extent differed..
I was protected..!!
The ones who weren't...well..God knows...
Instantaneously a curfew was declared and life revolved around that..no vegetables..no fruits..no milk.. no grains.. no nothing. Life stopped, almost threatening not to resolve its normal pace...!!!!
People were the victims. Poor tormented souls. They feared of anything and everything. Alarmed by the presence of a Muslim. Petrified on stepping into a muslim moholla.
A procreated hell it was..
The wreckage was unfathomable...!!!!!
It's said that people have a short memory and they tend to forget things fast..
I think it's right too. It's better to forget the agonies than to live with them, but had my memory collapsed, I wouldn't have remembered all this, some of which is heard and some conceived...
While I was writing this, truly, I had nothing in my mind. No insights. No clues. Just a fragment of nostalgia..
As I furthered, I got hold of the shore...
