Homeland after Eighteen Years - A 48 hour Travelogue
Homeland after Eighteen Years - A 48 hour Travelogue
Homeland after Eighteen Years - A 48 hour Travelogue
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K L Chowdhury<br />
99 100<br />
<strong>Homeland</strong> <strong>after</strong> <strong>Eighteen</strong> <strong>Years</strong><br />
Like my home,<br />
the school is yet another casualty<br />
to the frenzy of Azadi.<br />
I am told,<br />
it had to be burnt down,<br />
for, education could wait<br />
when Azadi was at stake,<br />
and the boys had to weild the gun<br />
in place of the pen.<br />
As we drive to Ali Kadal nearby,<br />
I draw another cold sigh<br />
for I shudder to think<br />
that a similar fate might have befallen<br />
my Rangteng High.<br />
Along the way<br />
I try to recall and locate<br />
the house of Ved Lal, my father’s associate,<br />
of Nilakanth Bazaz, his lifelong friend,<br />
of Gopi Nath, his rummy playing mate,<br />
of Bansilal, my classmate,<br />
and of so many others –<br />
friends, relatives, and neighbours.<br />
I can’t find anyone here<br />
in the changed topography.<br />
Some have passed away,<br />
others have moved on,<br />
yet others remain unknown<br />
to the new generation -<br />
the new breed that now lives<br />
in what remains of those homes.<br />
The new Ali Kadal Bridge<br />
looks surprisingly alien,<br />
and does not seem to connect.<br />
The old was so familiar,<br />
and imposing in its obsolescence!<br />
The baker’s shop in the corner,<br />
from whom I would buy every morning<br />
hot loaves of bread for the family<br />
(so much mouth-watering were they<br />
I would munch a couple on the way),<br />
is nowhere in evidence.<br />
No one knows where the baker fled<br />
and whether he is living or dead.<br />
Wherever you inquire,<br />
the Kashmiri Pandits are spoken of<br />
in past tense here -<br />
they were,<br />
they have been,<br />
they had been.<br />
Who were they, anyway,<br />
they might ask, one day?