Kashmir files - Review thread - Page 34

https://twitter.com/ThtKashmiriGuy/status/1504853517114429442?t=nPQu4Qq5sORe3tQz31LIrA&s=19

Hi everyone,

I am a silent member of this forum. I stopped posting here since 2015 and barely showed up in 2019. I am posting here today to say my bit about Kashmir , not The Kashmir Files ; Kashmir , my childhood home from 1982 to 1990.

My grandfather was posted in Kashmir for a long time ( he was an army officer , Signals ) ; my Dad completed his schooling in Burnhall , Kashmir. Years later, his company transferred him back to Kashmir ; I was a one year old at that time . My Dad, my Mom and me stayed in a bungalow next to Jhelum in Ram Munshi Bagh. We had a staff comprising of both Hindus and Muslims and they were sincere , loving and so committed to Dad. I remember my trips to Dal Lake, the amazing dosa joint that my parents used to go to whenever we went to Dal Lake. Pari Mahal, Gulmarg , Pahalgam , the gardens, the little tailor's shop my Mom used to go to and get her clothes stitched. Dad's friends and their families ; all of us going for picnics in Gulmarg. Me taking walk with my parents at the 'bund' next to Jhelum; Dad's staff taking care of me, hanging cherries in my ears and making me stand on the grain weighing scale every day and then, sending me back to the house with my weight scribbled on paper. I vividly remember my father's working staff - our driver Abdullah, our head gardener Maqbool , a worker Dablaa whom I used to try teaching ABCD as an 8 year old. It was perhaps the happiest part of my childhood and the happiest phase that my parents have lived in their married life. We left Kashmir shortly after my brother was born. I think he was 2.5 years old when we came back to Punjab and then, settled in Delhi.

Strangely , I have no memory of how we left Kashmir , exactly. May be it is a good thing because whenever I recall Kashmir, I recall happy times and a place that will always be my first home. When I ask Dad that how did we leave Kashmir, he says that his Muslim friends , Hindu friends were very helpful and protective; they told Dad beforehand that trouble is brewing and it's better to leave. So, the office was shut , the bungalow that was on lease was given up and we left Kashmir forever; perhaps a few weeks before the genocide of Kashmiri Pandits began.

I realise how much my parents miss Kashmir. They are not Kashmiri Pandits , they are not born from the soil of Kashmir ; we are Hindu Rajputs , but for them Kashmir is a life that was taken away from them. My mother misses Kashmir now and then, and says that she would have never left Kashmir if 1990 didn't happen.

I realised how much my Dad misses Kashmir and his friends when we visited Kashmir in 2013 ; we stayed at Nageen Lake. My father recalled the shop of his cloth-house owner friend in the market. When he went inside , uncle was still there ; Dad simply asked him if he remembered him after so many years ? Words are not enough to describe the flood of emotions on that man's face as he hugged my father and cried. He was so happy to see me and wondered how tall 'baby' had grown. Later, Dad visited his friends , our old house and it seemed like he had picked time exactly where he had left it.

Kashmir is still his first home as an adult , even though we can never re locate there and can only visit it for vacations.

Me and my father have not seen Kashmir Files ; I have no intention to see it due to my fragility on the issue . I don't know , understand or care about the intention of the makers , or the propaganda debate. I know and understand nothing on this issue.

I am 39 years old today and this is the first time I have put down something on paper about Kashmir. It is because I miss that life and I just wanted to say that Kashmiri Pandits who were driven out of their homeland like slaughtered animals alongwith other hindus deserve CLOSURE.I am someone who left Kashmir before the bloodshed began , I am not even a Kashmiri by blood and birth ; so if I have such deep rooted nostalgia for my home, I cannot even begin to imagine the mental and emotional state of Kashmiri Pandits who were butchered and stained for life.

I see many people asking that why is the issue being raked up now and that how it is breeding hatred. The answer is that the issue was NEVER resolved ; the answers never given. It is an open wound which has simply been brought into focus. When people say "move on" , I understand that they are saying it from a perspective of maintaining peace in the present ; but there is a problem with trauma. You can never move on from it ; it is stored in your system and it opens floodgates at the slightest trigger. That is what is happening with Kashmiri Pandits now ; and the wounds are open for everyone to see. I don't understand how can I tell a person to move on from the sight and plight of being brutalised and traumatised.

I have no opinion on TKF, I am dumb and uninformed as far as politics is concerned , but there is one thing that I know - Kashmiri Pandits deserve two things for sure :

Justice and Closure. Please give their homes back to them, give their culture back to them. The past cannot be undone ; but we can take care of the future, right?

I am sorry if I didn't talk about the film; but it is about Kashmir. I had to say something. I am not a victim or a witness ; but I am someone with memories of a home I can never return to.

It is my request that you can read and ignore, but please , please, please don't say anything unkind to me.

Originally posted by: MoronsKiMallika

Hi everyone,

I am a silent member of this forum. I stopped posting here since 2015 and barely showed up in 2019. I am posting here today to say my bit about Kashmir , not The Kashmir Files ; Kashmir , my childhood home from 1982 to 1990.

My grandfather was posted in Kashmir for a long time ( he was an army officer , Signals ) ; my Dad completed his schooling in Burnhall , Kashmir. Years later, his company transferred him back to Kashmir ; I was a one year old at that time . My Dad, my Mom and me stayed in a bungalow next to Jhelum in Ram Munshi Bagh. We had a staff comprising of both Hindus and Muslims and they were sincere , loving and so committed to Dad. I remember my trips to Dal Lake, the amazing dosa joint that my parents used to go to whenever we went to Dal Lake. Pari Mahal, Gulmarg , Pahalgam , the gardens, the little tailor's shop my Mom used to go to and get her clothes stitched. Dad's friends and their families ; all of us going for picnics in Gulmarg. Me taking walk with my parents at the 'bund' next to Jhelum; Dad's staff taking care of me, hanging cherries in my ears and making me stand on the grain weighing scale every day and then, sending me back to the house with my weight scribbled on paper. I vividly remember my father's working staff - our driver Abdullah, our head gardener Abdullah , a worker Dablaa whom I used to try teaching ABCD as an 8 year old. It was perhaps the happiest part of my childhood and the happiest phase that my parents have lived in their married life. We left Kashmir shortly after my brother was born. I think he was 2.5 years old when we came back to Punjab and then, settled in Delhi.

Strangely , I have no memory of how we left Kashmir , exactly. May be it is a good thing because whenever I recall Kashmir, I recall happy times and a place that will always be my first home. When I ask Dad that how did we leave Kashmir, he says that his Muslim friends , Hindu friends were very helpful and protective; they told Dad beforehand that trouble is brewing and it's better to leave. So, the office was shut , the bungalow that was on lease was given up and we left Kashmir forever; perhaps a few weeks before the genocide of Kashmiri Pandits began.

I realise how much my parents miss Kashmir. They are not Kashmiri Pandits , they are not born from the soil of Kashmir ; we are Hindu Rajputs , but for them Kashmir is a life that was taken away from them. My mother misses Kashmir now and then, and says that she would have never left Kashmir if 1990 didn't happen.

I realised how much my Dad misses Kashmir and his friends when we visited Kashmir in 2013 ; we stayed at Nageen Lake. My father recalled the shop of his cloth-house owner friend in the market. When he went inside , uncle was still there ; Dad simply asked him if he remembered him after so many years ? Words are not enough to describe the flood of emotions on that man's face as he hugged my father and cried. He was so happy to see me and wondered how tall 'baby' had grown. Later, Dad visited his friends , our old house and it seemed like he had picked time exactly where he had left it.

Kashmir is still his first home as an adult , even though we can never re locate there and can only visit it for vacations.

Me and my father have not seen Kashmir Files ; I have no intention to see it due to my fragility on the issue . I don't know , understand or care about the intention of the makers , or the propaganda debate. I know and understand nothing on this issue.

I am 39 years old today and this is the first time I have put down something on paper about Kashmir. It is because I miss that life and I just wanted to say that Kashmiri Pandits who were driven out of their homeland like slaughtered animals alongwith other hindus deserve CLOSURE.I am someone who left Kashmir before the bloodshed began , I am not even a Kashmiri by blood and birth ; so if I have such deep rooted nostalgia for my home, I cannot even begin to imagine the mental and emotional state of Kashmiri Pandits who were butchered and stained for life.

I see many people asking that why is the issue being raked up now and that how it is breeding hatred. The answer is that the issue was NEVER resolved ; the answers never given. It is an open wound which has simply been brought into focus. When people say "move on" , I understand that they are saying it from a perspective of maintaining peace in the present ; but there is a problem with trauma. You can never move on from it ; it is stored in your system and it opens floodgates at the slightest trigger. That is what is happening with Kashmiri Pandits now ; and the wounds are open for everyone to see. I don't understand how can I tell a person to move on from the sight and plight of being brutalised and traumatised.

I have no opinion on TKF, I am dumb and uninformed as far as politics is concerned , but there is one thing that I know - Kashmiri Pandits deserve two things for sure :

Justice and Closure. Please give their homes back to them, give their culture back to them. The past cannot be undone ; but we can take care of the future, right?

I am sorry if I didn't talk about the film; but it is about Kashmir. I had to say something. I am not a victim or a witness ; but I am someone with memories of a home I can never return to.

It is my request that you can read and ignore, but please , please, please don't say anything unkind to me.

I don't want to say anything. Just sending u a virtual 🤗

Hope and pray that you guys get a closure AND justice.

Sagarika kissu was given back nicely by an elderly KP who was eye witness to the atrocities committed on them. Kissu is like krishna of TKF.

https://twitter.com/TheSkandar/status/1504858548693393410?s=20&t=bApjfVnN7JtEOV07FJ3Gdw

https://twitter.com/taran_adarsh/status/1505041602980421635?t=z6fWBMu7XbXvH1tMn20InA&s=19

https://twitter.com/jsaideepak/status/1505067202189266946

https://twitter.com/rose_k01/status/1504877432343388162?t=VdnnvDq7__qAPQS8DXUuJw&s=19

Wow word of mouth is everything. The film is doing amazing business.

It has bought about a part of history that was whitewashed by the so called historians.

Wonder how many more stories are there that need to be told

The question remains how deep rooted is the ecosystem that anything which against brings out the true story of horrific events is termed propaganda and appeasement and sympathy for terrorists is okay