Where Life seems to Have No Purpose and Where Autumn Weeps

Where Life seems to Have No Purpose and Where Autumn Weeps
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Naseer Ahmad Khan

With the conflict intensifying in Kashmir without any let off, autumn in Kashmir is characteristically more auburn, crimsoned and of course paler and tawny russet than before, with death in free style. This stalking and dance of death turns the whole orchard into a telltale of woe struck populace.
Call back a Firdausi, the court poet, the traditional Kashmiri nature loving poet to reproduce the lines and catch phrases to paraphrase this ill fated land barraged and ripped by death and depredation and they feel like this:
A Disney land unlikely despicable
The deluge of death makes deplorable
The denizens of a dream land, here dreams dart and dash into desolation
Death, devastation and destruction dance and tunes of devils on a drum
May distant to humanity!
(Actually more pain than the pen can capture and the ink can paint).
The whole month stands colored with the blood of human beings. This is the picture of Kashmir, contrasting the narrative, meta narratives, points and counterpoints over striding and setting aside all the dismal and disgruntling explanation, expostulations and interpolations of demagogues blindly turned into sentimental nationalism-the mad cap of mainstream electronic media whichs looses no time and tide to heap, praise and eulogize the tactics and antics that lead to death and destruction. These include sadomasochistic mustachioed sadists who come well capped and equipped to romanticize deaths as a method to safeguard the territorial integrity of their motherland. Add sound to the furry are the gonzo and sensational devil ridden journalists who cry hoarse and leave truth in the dock. These are sold souls who attempt a ludicrous attempt to moralize the dehumanizing deeds.
All these measures of perversion, subversion and diversion are half measured doomed to be ineffectual against the backdrop of a boast a socialist, secular republic and world’s largest and towering democracy. There is no moral locus-standi or space in the hearts of the people here, not to speak of love which to them would be a far synchronically if and when India emerges as true democracy and demagogues will be replaced by true democrats who will take in hand the saddle and reins of the country, India will concede to the forlorn wish of the people and not seek to downplay the tragedy of Kashmir.
Such is a catastrophic tragedy of life here that it seems to have no purpose, as if to live is a curse and life is pain, and wounds in the hearts have gone carcinogenic that only wish is to die, and hate; this is beyond alienation and more in the nature of wish for annihilation. The barometer for this might be a post on face book which got viral and wherein an appeal got extended to Pakistan to drop an atom bomb and kill all of us. This seemed to be in the nature of a cathartic wish.
File a sedition charge; this is how mostly it is addressed. But can you face this imbroglio and defrock the idea of distancing? This is a mere wish but it has a signification people don’t want to live here. The only good is if a friend kills them. It recalls an Egyptian who killed his beloved to save her honor from thugs. For sensible Indians and they too are in abundance, this is a clarion call. This comes in the backdrop of spat of deaths and bloodshed. Can you respond to a situation if you will see?
The conflict has blown up its blooming buds and the flourishing young men of immense wit and power undoing in cold her teenagers who otherwise are as meek as little lambs and as innocent as doves, its scholars unaccustomed to the trigger yet choose to die.
This is actual narrative of Kashmir that can’t be displaced and replaced because it is the insider(s )and inmate experiencing his pain of survival amidst the ebb and flow of death, yet the weaker is more powerful because it is morally justified, the other ironically uses her democratic values as instruments of deception in order to win him over into what it calls ‘mainstream’ but the other has seen this serpentine methodology, therefore totally disassociates with the mainstream narrative. The result is conflict and confrontation. Awfully, this autumn it proved it’s is heaver hands on heart as I pause. The trigger continues to prosper in Kashmir. Alas!

The author is an Assistant Professor of English at Government Degree College, Bandipora. He can be reached at: engnakhan@gmail.com-