Fida Hussain Sodagar
Junaid Mattoo is the new Mayor of Srinagar. That is not a surprise. It was along expected lines. The wave measured the prediction. Politics is brutal. It can take a person to the highest level of sycophancy. We understand that. The point of interest is the transformation of Junaid, an incredible and clever one. He divorced National Conference to contest the Municipal elections as independent candidate and then wedded himself to Sajad Lone founded People’s Conference, the party which is now rooted in the BJP. The whole transformative drama reflected the other side of Junaid, the power starving. Yesterday’s Junaid was different, today’s is different.
Consider the following timeline.
2017: BJP is anti minority are the words of Junaid Matoo. 2018 after getting the support of BJP for the Mayors chair: BJP is a reality. 2017: Junaid lambasts the BJP, 2018: Junaid hurls lavishing praises on BJP to its fullest. The transformation from BJP phobic to a BJP centric reveal the intentions of the new Mayor .What shall we call him, a professional chameleon or a stream of hypocritical saga? But wait. This is Kashmir; where political dramas are created with clever modules. The political characters transform roles and dialogues in a blink of eye. They sell and buy conscience. They sell the souls by well planned marketing strategies, the blood and the bones. They slaughter the hopes and dreams of the common Kashmiri people. That is the tragedy of Kashmir, the emotions and sentiments of the people are crushed under the burden of power. The people become the silage of the exploiting machines. They get crushed and are burned to the ashes. This has been the legacy of politics in Kashmir, to deceive the humanity. That is a part of the game. When the question is of the chair, the politicians eulogize the masters. In return, they are showered with gift and rewards. Cruelty has limits, trickery has limits, but here everything is limitless in Kashmir politics.
Junaid is no exception. He learned the art of changing colors, the art of deception and the art of exploitation. Yesterday, he pretended to be the hero, today he to be not even a zero. He has joined the elite platform, but his scruples have downgraded to the lowest echelon. In this race he has gained the powerful chair, but lost something eternal, his conscience. We are only the common people; we hope and can only hope. Not more than that not less than that.
The author holds a P.G in Mass Communication and Journalism and writes on various issues. He can be reached at: email@example.com.