The story of Mine- My lost world

Characters – And my friend were the natives of the place where nature & love meet, where creation meets nature, where mind meets the God, and where India meets its soul i.e. Kashmir. I was a dynamic, a family lover, and was a real menace to every living soul of our house. A decent but absent-minded just like me, with whom my vibes matched, the soul of my world, my best friend Inaya. She defined her name as the ‘Gift of God’. The one in whose wings I got my shelter, love, and care – my mother – Durga, and the one who financially and emotionally stabled my mind, whose presence for me was great – my father- Raghav together formed my nuclear family. My aunt, who was of descent personality – Inaya’s mother- Fatimah and uncle Ali who laid the foundation of my friend’s life- her father. These 3 were not only our neighbours but, were our family members in spite of belonging to different religions. And this was my mini world with whom I spent my golden days.

• and Inaya lived in a place where nature’s beauty reflects every native’s personality – Kashmir, India.

•   Our families had a caring and loving relationship with a foundation of true trust.

•   I remembered the day of 14 August 1947- was a dreadful day for every Indian as our heart was separated out.

•   My most hated day – the Indo-Pakistan division paved the path of the creation of a deep valley between my mini world.

•   War is not only of one sort that can be carried on using fighters, bombs, etc. War begins when there is a trigger between two ideas. 

•   The development started and India participated in the leading race. But I saw my friend...........

From birth onwards I found my shelter in the wings of my parents but as my life moved through different situations, the muscular wings became frail and unbolted, interacted with me with this vast blue-coloured sky from where I had embarked on the adventurous journey of my life. Here I met the opposite copy of my imagination of this world, created a deep valley for me to fall in but fortunately, I safely landed on my destination. The world gave me the experience that I couldn’t get in my parent's shelter- cruelty prompt in society. And this world introduced me to War and peace. War- a dime and dozen- origin lies in different thoughts that definitely not matched and furiously started to make themselves true.

Inaya was a Muslim girl while me a Hindu child. But our families ignored the biases and established a relationship like blood. Inaya’s father lived in Jaipur for the job and her mother lived with her alone. We didn’t let this loneliness feel by them ever. But the day came to distinguish us – the day of partition. Britishers engulfed our country India, wished to rule it, and targeted unity. The motto was ‘Divide and Rule’ and at last they succeeded in their motto. While leaving India, they left the foot marks of cruelty and planted a little plant of mutual differences, followed by the separation of Hindus (India) and Muslims(Pakistan) on 14 August 1947. We were too young to understand this all and done according to our parents. Inaya’s family moved to Pakistan due to societal differences. After independence, the clouds of blood became darker and Kashmir (known as the Heaven of India) was no longer a place to exhibit life. Suspecting the consequences my family moved to Delhi- the Capital of India. 

The two children of the same motherland sundered as Indians and Pakistanis and forgot that the variety exists due to only a 1% change in DNA. When God didn’t make any difference in creating us, then who are we to speak aloud his decision? Just like me, many Indians lost their families, friends, brothers, sisters, moms, dads, and many more. I lost my friend, I lost my home where I spent my adorable child stage. War not only influenced overall expansion and unity but people too were mentally shocked. The rates of psychological impact on people were touching the peak as citizens were frightened of the future. But as said time is the best healer, gradually many things transformed. Developments in India after were leading the race. But the things that were lost never came again. The title –‘The Golden Bird’ was taken by Britishers, peace was taken by War and the sense of instability was prompted at that stage. But the backbone was provided by the constitution adopted on 26 Nov 1950. The Constitution gave morals like mother, support, protection like father, help and care like a sister, and problems and solutions like a brother for abandoned children ‘ Indians’. And then there was no looking back for an ambitious country. India showed its power, intelligence, and hard work in almost every field. The three pivotal needs to prompt life are food, shelter, and unity at this nerve-racking stage. 

Despite of 1854, large-scale industries like mines, accounted for 7% of national income, with small-scale industry 10%, 49% of agriculture, and 34% of construction and service sectors. Such more and less opportunities increased the employment of peculiar and astute ones. I got employed in the industrial sector despite gender discrimination. The usage of natural harbors was commendable. After India's independence, markets were cut off from lands producing a sizeable portion of grains. To meet the demand of the population many programs were launched – The Grow More Food Programme – extended in Sept. 1946 was relaunched by the newly formed government. Definite targets were set. The green revolution was moved forward by VR Swaminathan. the flow chart was kept in mind at every step 

Hunger –Anger—Doubt—Destruction.

All vital problems were considered and were kept at the center of the postcolonial state. The Americans considered racism a huge threat, but they were amazed to see a progressive and united Nation whose fabric was woven by different threads- India. Here India stands for what it is known for ‘Unity in Diversity’. The unity was not stable at the baffled stage, it was not held by all citizens. Some politician tried their best to take over this scattered province and did most that was possible, but can’t stop the growth- as it is said if it is written, it will definitely happen -CONSTITUTION.

Political leaders did some good too. The Congress -ruling party ; but harm was also done. 

The situation can be expressed by the following phrases 

Message for every Indian – 

जलती रही नारियां जोहर में    लोग फिर भी मौन थे।      हमें सिखाया गया कि अकबर महान

तो फिर शिवाजी और प्रताप कौन थे।

सडती रही सड़को पर लाशें 

लोग फिर भी मौन थे 

हमने सिखा गांधी के चरखे से आजादी आई 

तो फांसी पर चढने वाले वे नौजवान कौन थे।

आज भी संजोए रखी है रस्सी जिससे गांधी अपनी बकरी बांधा करते थे 

वो रस्सियाँ कहाँ हे, जिस पर तीन नौजवान हसते हुए झूले थे।

चार लाख झूले थे फांसी पर,

करोड़ो ने लाठियां खाई थी। 

नेहरू एडवीना के डिनर हुए 

भूखी सुभाष की फौज टकराई थी।

भीग गई थी भारत भूमि, आँसू और लहू के सैलाब से

अहिंसा का मार्ग गायब हुआ, 

हिंसा आई अपने मार्ग से।

झांसी की रानी ने हिम्मत दिखा आरंभ की थी जंग 

परिणाम सही-गलत था, परंतु शांति न आई वापस।

शांति के लिए मर मिट गए, हमारे शहीद जवान 

फिर क्यों कहते हो साहब सिर्फ गांधी के चरखे से मिली आजादी थी।  

Then also India reflected it’s lights of innovation all over the globe. The use of AI in Covid-19 by usage of Arogya setu app was revolutionary. Not only tech, the oldest medical method ‘ Ayurveda’ contributed a lot against COVID- 19. The P.M support by being active in this terrible pandemic . Me and my family with all Indians fought bravely against it .

It was not easy for India to fight from inside as well as outside. A lotus needs water and sunlight both to live but in the unavailability of water, the sun can’t able to keep it alive- as inner power is more effective than outward. Racism and attacks had a very bad impact. Many of the martyrs wrote their names on golden pages of history with their blood. 

The India – Pakistan struggle is not yet finished because it is a war of two different ideas and thus can’t be easily solved. The better solution would be a feeling of coordination in young minds. Peace can’t be achieved 100% but at least it should be sufficient to live a happy life.

I am 85 now. I saw India’s bloody lands, struggle, fighters, freedom, and progress in my journey but I didn’t get my peace- I didn’t see Inaya again. I don’t know whether she is alive or not. We both were 11 at that instant.

Whatever my story would be, I lost my world. The wounds will heal but their scars will remain for a lifetime.