Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Sheikh Ayaz! We Miss You.




Sheikh Ayaz! We Miss You.
Mubarak Ali Lashari

We again and again come across the final ten days of a December every year in which the land of mighty Indus River and human-lover people of the world have seen the loss of great Shaikh Ayaz. Sometimes, mind becomes paralysed to think over the idea that what is the gist of poetry of the great poets like Ayaz that appeals human feelings whereas a lot of poetry is composed and sung every day, every moment and every minute, perhaps?
One can even think of culture, think of language and its everyday usage in which brutally murdering humanity in the name of culture, in the name of honour, in the name of identity, in the name of ideology and also in the name of faith and religion and religious bigotry is justified. Perhaps, the refinement of culture has its own parameters and own criteria that enable its adherents to define by their own. Is this phenomenon so simple and acute and so can be tuned so effortlessly? The mind, human exercising mind is forced to think the parameters that suit his inner craves pines for writing the way the great poets adopted. Ayaz is incarnated in the way, one can’t deny.
Human being has been in search of path and way towards his inner satisfaction and outer expositions. Great teachers and humanists (not in the sense of the movement) gestured by their own ways towards that. The sane ones adopted and followed and the irrationals took the ways untoward. By the same way, Shaikh Ayaz, being born in a small but majestic territorial land of Sindh, developed the rationality of human essence on the foot prints of Great Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai who prayed for the world as:
Warm preparations are again
in progress everywhere;
Again the lightnings have begun
to leap with arduous flare;
Some towards Istanbul do dive,
some to the West repair;
Some over China glitter, some
of Samerquand take care;
Some wander to Byazantium, Kabul,
some to Kandhar fare;
Some lie on Delhi, Deccan, some
reach Girnar, thundering there
And greens on Bikanir pour those
that jump from Jesalmare
Some Bhuj have soaked, others descent
on Dhat with gentle air...
Those crossing Umerkote have made
the fields fertile and fair...
O God, may ever you on Sindh
bestow abundance rare;
Beloved! all the world let share
thy grace, and fruitful be.
You very well be noticing the final stanza of the poem in which Shah Latif is offering prayer for the entire world as, ‘Beloved! All the world let share thy grace, and fruitful be’. Thus, he has torn away the boundaries of geographies, ideologies, faiths, race, colour, culture and linguistic identity. Ayaz, similarly, spoke of the world and general human feelings and human rationales.

This Sangram! In front is Narain Shayam!
His and mine tales are the same
Promises are the same
He is king of poetry,
But my colourful ways are also same
Land also same, beloved also same, heart also same, horrors also same,
How can I point a gun to him!
How can I shoot him! How can I shoot! How can I shoot! How can I shoot!

The above poem the people of subcontinent must be remembering is composed at the time of Indo-Pak war. In the war-mongering days, Ayaz took the human, peace, and tolerant side of the issue and despised the war and portrayed the human-side picture that in front of us are the same human with same hearts and horrors. If the feelings of both sides would have been raised, the wars had never been escalated. This is the track peace and human-loving poets have adopted and led to the people to save themselves from irrational instincts.
Ayaz, is unexplored and undefiled poet of our era. One of his gazals I read just now and tried to know it again in this moment which took me towards something novel;
You have come for the world,
So, why are you worried about heaven?

The earth is like Mom Maryam,
She needs some healer, like Jesus.

 Rumi wept the whole night,
While, Hafiz laughed a lot, why?

Ayaz, arrives at maikada (Drinking house), everyday,
For, forgiveness of his sins!

In the lines, Ayaz’s tone is very mysterious and demanding irrespective of limited accesses of people and identity. It depicts the predicament of all the people on the earth. That’s his peculiar way to deal with genuine issues and matters of human being. His metaphorical tone calling earth as mother is significant because the earth endeared nuclear attacks and ailing humanity due to bigotry and disposition of might. No mother would ever like to see her off-spring ailing, wounding and murdering, thus, earth is mom if you see with Ayaz’s eyes. Whereas in his first stanza he is reminding people to make their life better and fruitful in this world as all the religions came in order to make their worldly life livable. No religion allows you to create mess in this world in order to keep in your mind the heaven, thus, do justice, good deeds, be tolerant, live and let live others in this world.
Ayaz is also praying for the immortal love like Shah Latif, his predecessor in the following words in his Prayers;

Oh Creator!
Make my love immortal and inbounding
So that,
I may regard every human as my own being.
Let my superstitions and evil whispers diminish
To create the feelings of Bhittai in me.
This whole universe is Your attestation
You too wash beloved’s pelts….
Oh my Creator!

Today, 28 December 2011, we, the people of Sindh, Indus river, Pakistani, Asian and the entire world remember him on his anniversary just to miss his existence and looking forward to explore his pointed ways and the creative genious like him. Ayaz, We Miss You A lot!




Saturday, October 1, 2011

Incompletion poem by Mubarak Ali Lashari


Incompletion
Poem
By Mubarak Ali Lashari

Not to speak of dreams
When
Your sleeps are wrecked.
Not to speak of pleasure
When
Your sorrows are un- shared.
Not to speak of parting
When
When your gatherings did not initiate.
Not to speak of you
When
I am yet incomplete.
Thus,
I postponed all the dreams
Desires
Wishes and
Longings
For an indefinite period!

Friday, September 23, 2011


Poetry

By Ali Izhar
Translated from Sindhi to English by Mubarak Ali Lashari

. بيوفا

مان هن کي
بيوفا ڪيئن چوان؟
هوءَ بهار ۾ آئي هئي
يا
بهار هن جي ڪري آئي هئي
مون کي خبر ڪونهي!!!
Disloyal
How I,
Can declare her disloyal?
She had arrived in the spring
Or
Spring had ushered due to her
I am not sure!!!!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Love, Poem by Ali Izhar



Poetry by Ali Izhar
Translation from Sindhi to English by Mubarak Ali Lashari

محبت
محبت
جڙڻ ۽ڀڄي پوڻ
ڀڄي پوڻ ۽
جڙڻ جو نالو آهي.
جڙ
ڀڄي پئه
۽ هڪ ڏينهن
اهڙو ڀڄي پئه
جو ڪنهن کان به نه جڙ
پاڻ کان به نه!!!!
Love

Love
Is the name of
Building and demolishing;
 and
Demolishing and building.
Build up!
Demolish!
And
One day
Demolish in such a way
Never be built up
Not even by yourself!!!!

Thursday, July 7, 2011


Whom Condolence Be Said To?
Poem By Adal Soomro


Illuminations of our land
have been grabbed from us;
as darknesses never felt
the need of getting permission.
To whom this complaint be made,
As we are the voyager of suffering?
The torments would come down on us,
Along with the moments of misery,
there would also be patience at us!
The words of ruthlessness, as it is
Would remain at the tongue of people!
The moon eclipse was as if preordained
In the month of June;
Nurtured the sighs in the breathing,
And brought departure too in the June!
Clutched the melancholy to the whole neighborhood,
Whom condolence be said to?
All the sobbing were on shore,
Sea-waves were in the eyes!
Shoulders got weakened,
There are cots in our fate!
New notes from the critics
Reached to the knowledgeful people:
“Drunken poets have composed themselves
Their own elegies;
Let them to commit suicides”!
Loyalties will be homeless;
As egos are eyeless!
They would become rubbed down
Birds are dying of thirst;
Love is making nomadic
Otherwise
We are not itinerants;
We are looked for by someone!
Adoration of our hearts
Are moveing with delight;
Sometimes,
Some words of expression
are vanishing on the way to!
What is going on within us;
Healers are well aware of!  
O, our ignorant sphere;
Our plights are nonchalant!
Trees are forgetful, thus;
Let’s ask from the winds
That our trekkers paths
Fading away and leading to distance;
Don’t know where reached?
Many ways to the deserts
While offering ‘Fateha’ on graves,
Tears had dropped on the earth!
It’s the relation of suffering,
It’s the tragedy with my land!

Translated from Sindhi into English by Mubarak Ali Lashari

Friday, March 25, 2011

Soul Mate

Soul  Mate
Poem by Indira  Shabnam ‘Indu’
                                                      
God knows how many                                                        
Rebirths I have taken                
Getting stuck
Time after time
In the wheel of life and death
Now I have recognized you
And I have the hope of
Making you my own
But you go far
From my eyes
Slipping away out of sight
Oh my soul-mate
Will you make me,
Wander through more births?
Torture me?
Make me search for you again?
Oh my soul-mate!
                                 Indira  Shabnam ‘Indu’

Saturday, March 19, 2011

3 Idiots: The Movie of Fantastic Insight


3 Idiots: The Movie of Fantastic Insight
By Mubarak Ali Lashari
Bollywod has given panorama of movies on different topics to the world audience. The movies with regard to topics range from love to action, social to political and historical to contemporary affairs. But the movie ‘3 idiots’ is mainly related with youth’s affairs. Many issues related with young generation are manipulated very skillfully and naturally.
On the one hand it presents the problems of career selection, which youths of all over the world face, because mainly the occupation or selection of area of working are imposed by parents and on the other hand there is first-rate insight of educational set up in the developing countries. With regard to education insight, not only the issues of teaching methodologies reference material but also the behavior towards the problems of students is addressed superbly.
In the issues of problems concerned with selection of future vocation, for example, the character Farhan Querishi faces an odd overwhelmingly. There is internal conflict between his parents and him. He wants to be a photographer whereas his parents want him to be engineer which he is unable to maneuver admirably. Consequently, he remains fed up during the whole period of study. In contrast to that the character, Raju, wants to be engineer in line with his parents’ desire but his way to handle his educational career to attain his position is very superstitious. In result of that he always remains under the dogmas and can not manipulate the confidence.
Furthermore, there is good insight into the educational institutes and their method of teaching and rendering youths to achieve loftiness in their lives. In this context the traditional way to deal with course and syllabus and the examination systems come under question. In this direction, the serious issue of committing suicides by the students is addressed. Correspondingly, the character of Mr. Joy has been depicted as an example facing the problems of datelines and the victimization of the rigid and anti-humanistic way of dealing students.
So, from above some examples towards the movie 3 Idiots we can see the genuine and creative filmography to bring the youth’s issue on surface. 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Our Own Hands

Our Own Hands
Poem by Indira Shabnam ‘Indu’

How many vultures,
Have you been saved from?
You have evaded the
Jaws of many wolves
Without even being aware of it.
By a hair’s breath,
You have escaped,
Becoming a pawn
On the chess board
Why is all this happening to you?
Who had made you
Wear this armor?
Don’t you know
These hands?
Don’t you recognize
These hands?
They are your own hands!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

SORROWS

SORROWS
Poem by Hama Hassan Sheikh

Sorrows
A game of fortune.


Blooming flowers of desert
Dropping beads from every sigh
Tears of each eye
And diamonds found in way.


Like palpitation
Which abide in every heart.


Sorrows
The companion too
These endear every moment.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

MALAKHRO: A PUBLIC GAME OF SINDH


 Malakhro is considered the national game of Sindh. It is played in every part of Sindh. Player of this game is called Malh (ملھ). In this game mostly there are two groups; players of Malakhro become back naked and put up the rolls of their paintsسٿڻ)),then one player from each group comes on ground and plays this game with each other.
 During this game drums are beaten. Around this game people gather in large numbers and cheer loudly. In Sindh, Malakhro is considered public game. With this game people get enjoyment and entertainment. Malakhro is not only played in Sindh but it is also played in Russia, Japan and Afghanistan.Winner s of this game are awarded with honors. In beginning this game was only played on occasion of Eid Festival or any other important day. When common people took interest in this game,now it is played at the shrines of saints during their yearly Urs or even on the common days as well.
This game has much importance at common people. It is played with keen interest at villages of Sindh still.                  


Friday, January 14, 2011

SHEIKH AYAZ: THE GENIOUS POET OF SINDH



SHEIKH AYAZ: THE GENIOUS POET OF SINDH
The complete name of Sheikh Ayaz is Mubarak Ayaz. He was born at Shikarpur on 2nd March 1932. His fathers name was Ghulam Hussain. He got early education at Shikarpur then he received the degree of B.A (Philosophy) from D.G College Karachi in 1945. He also got the degree of LLB in 1948 then he started advocacy in Karachi High court. He was also good advocate.
Sheikh Ayaz wrote poetry as well as stories and he translated Shah jo Risalo in Urdu. He also served as a Vice Chancellor of University of Sindh Jamshoro(1976-1979). There is no doubt that after Shah Abdul Latif he is considered to be a greatest poet of Sindhi language. His poetry encouraged Sindhi people for struggle to get their rights. He wrote his autobiography “KITHE TA BHANJBO THAK MUSAFIR” it is divided into four parts.
His poetry was sung by Sarmad Sindhi and Jeeje Zareena Balouch, Abida Parveen and al other important singers. There is message of “to do something” in his poetry.
                                                  Soor Thenda Nasoor Subhane
                                                  Socho Locho Hane Jo Hane
سور ٿيندا ناسور سڀاڻي
سوچو لوچو هاڻي جو هاڻي
In his poetry Sindhi Language is protected, he used the Language of common THARI people because they speak the original and pure language and use original words of Sindhi, he also stated their culture in his poetry. In his poetry the name of such trees are used which nowadays are difficult to find such as
                                              Kandean Na Singri,Babran Na Palro
                                             Chhangoo Na Chhelra Maroo Akelra
ڪنڊيءَ نه سڱري، ٻٻر نه پلڙو
سائو نه سلڙو، ڇانگون نه ڇيلڙا
مارو اڪيلڙا، مارو اڪيلڙا!
Nowadays KANDI is not found in most of Sindh. In early days KANDI was the favourite tree of Sindhi people they eat its fruit SINGREE. One can find so many names of such trees, games as well as food, which are not found in the most parts of Sindh nowadays.
                          So it is no doubt that the poetry of Sheikh Ayaz is the asset of Sindh. He died on 27 December 1997 in Karachi and he is buried in Bhit Shah beside his mentor mystic poet Shah Abdul Latif from whom he always borrowed the titles of his books and ideas to deal the themes.

Life in Karachi



Life in Karachi
Poem by Zulfiqar Behan

She, the pretty spouse,
That’s in bewilderment
At midnight
…is watching the way of her best half…
Worn out, befallen shattered…
Her kids time and again ask….
Why, is dad, not on time?
To kids,
And herself
Consoles…..
Just is to arrive at, your dad;
Go, and have your nap
At the moment!!!!!!!!!!!!
She becomes thoughtfulness….
Consultative with herself….
At the getting of evening,
The flocks of birds,
The masses of people,
Turn to their abodes,
But perhaps,
His labor went beyond
Let him get to,
Would quarrel with him a great deal,
Alas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How, the versifier may inform her?
that;
Your waiting is of no use………….
Today, your best half
On a way of Karachi
Has been viciously murdered;
Inoffensively!
But;
Who, may, assure her of the tragedy….
Who, may, assure her of the tragedy….



Translated from Sindhi into English by Mubarak Ali Lashari

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Book Review of “The Reluctant Fundamentalist”

Two Extremist Binarism
The Book Review of “The Reluctant Fundamentalist”
By Mubarak Ali Lashari

The Book ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist’; Written by Mohsin Hamid, Published By Oxford University Press, Pages 111, ISBN 0978-0-19-547517-3.

The novel consists of 12 chapters in all, dealing with the story of a Muslim antagonist from Lahore Pakistan, who is infatuated by the American citizen, girl friend Erica. It is Mohsin Hamid’s second navel after seven years of the first one ‘Moth Smoke’ in 2000. The novel is entwined with the first person narrative throughout and seemingly in essay type description with a long monologue of the character Changez. The story of the novel revolves around the concept of fundamentalism in behaviors of the West i.e. America. the antagonist considers it as the repulsive to be there after the Afghan attack of USA which is his immediate closer, geographically, socially, religiously and faith, which shocks him to know the American attitude as fundamentalist. In his own words: “I had always thought of America as a nation that looked forward; for the first time I was struck by its determination to look back. Living in New York was like living in a film about the Second World War;..”
This alienation continues to his thinking as other than American recalling the interference of American government of the Third World Asian countries like Vietnam, Korea, the straits of Taiwan, the Middle East, and now Afghanistan. His working at the American valuation firm, which is working for restoring ailing companies, Underwood Samson, he considers himself as one of the janissaries of the Ottoman Empire were captured Christian boys trained to fight against their own people, which they did with singular ferocity. This interesting class of warrior is described during a business lunch to Changez, the young hero of Mohsin Hamid's second novel, at a moment of crisis over his own identity. Born in Pakistan, educated at Princeton and currently the hottest new employee at a New York firm specialising in ruthless appraisals of ailing companies being targeted for takeover, Changez recognises himself in the description. "I was a modern-day janissary," he observes, "a servant of the American empire at a time when it was invading a country with a kinship to mine ..."
We further notice thin-blood cultural aspiration especially in the relationship between Changez and Erica. This privileged, patrician girl has a tragedy in her past: a childhood sweetheart named Chris, who died in his teens. Her growing intimacy with Changez, while interestingly free of the racial tensions that traditionally afflict such couples in literature, is nevertheless thwarted by her inability to forget Chris or allow Changez to take his place. In the turbulence following September 11, this preoccupation with her own past becomes a crippling obsession - "she was disappearing into a powerful nostalgia" - resulting in a breakdown, hospitalisation and probable suicide. It all feels a little sketchy, psychologically: simultaneously over the top and undersubstantiated. But after a while you realise you're not in the realm of psychology at all, but of allegory (and if you don't, a nudge or two from the narrator - "it seemed to me that America, too, was increasingly giving itself over to a dangerous nostalgia" - soon sets you straight). It dawns on you that Erica is America (Am-Erica) and that Chris's name has been chosen to represent the nation's fraught relationship with its moment of European discovery and conquest, while the narrator himself stands for the country's consequent inability to accept, uh, changez.
The book has good qualities to describe cultural tendencies as well as ideological attachment towards the home town, country as well counting its obsession with the physical attachment and loosing of Erica. The interpretative way of the novel is a long monologue which sometimes feels boring and unnatural and overemphasised. Yet to know the Western fundamentalist behavor towards the east the novel presents the good example to go through the details of mentalities and understanding.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Seditious speech? Arundhati Roy

This photo taken on September 8, 2009 shows Indian booker prize-winning author and anti-globalisation activist Arundhati Roy ahead of the "International Literature Festival Berlin 2009" in Berlin. -AFP Photo
Here is a transcript of Arundhati Roy’s speech at a seminar called “Azadi – the only way” in Delhi on October 21, 2010. On the basis of this text a Delhi magistrate’s court has ordered the police to file an FIR against her and several others for sedition and waging war against the state. The magistrate’s order came after the police statement to the court said that no case could be made out on the basis of the speeches made on the occasion.
S.A.R GEELANI: Now I request Arundhati Roy to come and speak.
Arundhati Roy: If anybody has any shoes to throw, please throw them now ..
Some people in the audience:  we’re cultured…etc..etc
Arundhati Roy: Good, I’m glad. I’m glad to hear that. Though being cultured is not necessarily a good thing. But anyway..
[interruption from some people in the audience (inaudible in the video)]
S.A.R GEELANI: Please, will you talk afterwards. Now prove that you are cultured.
Arundhati Roy: About a week or 10 days ago, I was in Ranchi where there was a Peoples’ Tribunal against Operation Green Hunt— which is the Indian state’s war against the poorest people in this country—and at that tribunal, just as I was leaving, a TV journalist stuck a mic in my face and very aggressively said “Madam, is Kashmir an integral part of India or not? Is Kashmir an integral part of India or not?” about five times. So I said, look Kashmir has never been an integral part of India. However aggressively and however often you want to ask me that. Even the Indian government has accepted, in the UN that it’s not an integral part of India. So why are we trying to change that narrative now.  See in 1947, we were told that India became a sovereign nation and a sovereign democracy, but if you look at what the Indian state did from midnight of 1947 onwards, that colonised country, that country that became a country because of the imagination of its coloniser— the British drew the map of India in 1899— so that country became a colonising power the moment it became independent, and the Indian state has militarily intervened in Manipur, in Nagaland, in Mizoram.. (Someone’s phone rings here).. in Mizoram, in Kashmir, in Telangana, during the Naxalbari uprising, in Punjab, in Hyderabad, in Goa, in Junagarh. So often the Indian government, the Indian state, the Indian elite, they accuse the Naxalites of believing in protracted war, but actually you see a State—the Indian State—that has waged protracted war against its own people or what it calls its own people relentlessly since 1947, and when you look at who are those people that it has waged war against— the Nagas, the Mizos, the Manipuris, people in Assam, Hyderabad, Kashmir, Punjab—it’s always a minority, the Muslims, the Tribals, the Christians, the Dalits, the Adivasis, endless war by an upper caste Hindu state, this is what is the modern history of our country. Now, in 2007, at the time of the uprising in Kashmir against that whole acquisition of land for the Amarnath Yatra, I was in Srinagar and I was walking down the road and I met a young journalist, I think he was from Times of India, and he said to me—he couldn’t believe that he saw some Indian person—walking alone on the road— and he said, “can I have a quote?”, so I said, “Yes, do you have a pen? Because I don’t want to be misquoted” and I said, “write down—India needs azaadi from Kashmir just as much as Kashmir needs azaadi from India”, and when I said India, I did not mean the Indian state, I meant the Indian people because I think that the occupation of Kashmir. Today there are 700,000 security personnel manning that valley of 12 million people— it is the most militarised zone in the world— and for us, the people of India, to tolerate that occupation is like allowing a kind of moral corrosion to drip into our blood stream. So for me it’s an intolerable situation to try and pretend that it isn’t happening even if the media blanks it out, all of us know…..or maybe all of us don’t know….but any of us who’ve visited Kashmir know— that Kashmiris cannot inhale and exhale without their breath going through the barrel of an AK-47. So, so many things have been done there, every time there’s an election and people come out to vote, the Indian government goes and says—“Why do you want a referendum? There was a vote and the people have voted for India.” Now, I actually think that we need to deepen our thinking a little bit because I too am very proud of this meeting today, I think it’s a historic meeting in some ways, it’s a historic meeting taking place in the capital of this very hollow superpower, a superpower where 830 million people live on less than 20 rupees a day. Now, sometimes it’s very difficult to know from what place one stands on as formally a citizen of India, what can one say, what is one allowed to say, because when India was fighting for independence from British colonisation— every argument that people now use to problematize the problems of azaadi in Kashmir were certainly used against Indians. Crudely put, “the natives are not ready for freedom, the natives are not ready for democracy”, but every kind of complication was also true, I mean the great debates between Ambedkar and Gandhi and Nehru – they were also real debates and over these last 60 years whatever the Indian State has done, people in this country have argued and debated and deepened the meaning of freedom. We have also lost a lot of ground because we’ve come to a stage today where India a country that once called itself Non-Aligned , that once held its head up in pride has today totally lain down prostrate on the floor at the feet of the USA.  So we are a slave nation today, our economy is completely—however much the Sensex may be growing, the fact is the reason that the Indian police, the paramilitary and soon perhaps the army will be deployed in the whole of central India is because it’s an extractive colonial economy that’s being foisted on us. But the reason that I said what we need to do is to deepen this conversation is because it’s also very easy for us to continue to pat ourselves on the backs as great fighters for resistance for anything whether it’s the Maoists in the forests or whether it’s the stone pelters on the streets— but actually we must understand that we are up against something very serious and I’m afraid that the bows and arrows of the Adivasis and the stones in the hands of the young people are absolutely essential but they are not the only thing that’s going to win us freedom, and for that we need to be tactical, we need to question ourselves, we need to make alliances, serious alliances…. Because… I often say that in 1986 when capitalism won its jihad against soviet communism in the mountains of Afghanistan, the whole world changed and India realigned itself in the unipolar world and in that realignment it did two things, it opened  two locks , one was the lock of the Babri Masjid and one was the lock of the Indian markets and it ushered in two kinds of totalitarianism- Hindu fascism, Hindutva fascism and economic totalitarianism and both these manufactured their own kinds of terrorism. So you have Islamist “terrorists” and the Maoist “terrorists”— and this process has made 80 per cent of this country live on 20 rupees a day but it has divided us all up and we spend all our time fighting with each other when in fact there should be deep solidarity. There should be deep solidarity between the struggles in Manipur, the struggles in Nagaland, the struggle in Kashmir, the struggle in central India and in all the poor, squatters, the vendors , all the slum dwellers and so on. But what is it that should link these struggles? It’s the idea of Justice because there can be struggles which are not struggles for justice, there are peoples movements like the VHP is a peoples movement—but it’s a struggle for fascism, it’s a struggle for injustice, we don’t align ourselves with that. So every movement, every person on the street, every slogan is not a slogan for justice. So when I was in Kashmir on the streets during the Amarnath Yatra time, and even today— I haven’t been to Kashmir recently— but I’ve seen and my heart is filled with appreciation for the struggle that people are waging, the fight that young people are fighting and I don’t want them to be let down. I don’t want them to be let down even by their own leaders because I want to believe that this fight is a fight for justice. Not a fight in which you pick and choose your justices—“we want justice but it’s ok if the other chap is squashed”. That’s not right. So I remember when I wrote in 2007, I said the one thing that broke my heart on the streets of Srinagar, was when I heard people say “Nanga Bhooka Hindustan, jaan se pyaara Pakistan”. I said “No. Because the Nanga Bhooka Hindustan is with you. And if you’re fighting for a just society then you must align yourselves with the powerless”, the Indian people here today are people who have spent their lives opposing the Indian state. I have, as many of you may know, been associated for a long time with the struggle in the Narmada valley against big dams and I always say that I think so much about these two valleys – the Kashmir valley and the Narmada valley. In the Narmada valley, they speak of repression, but perhaps the people don’t really know what repression is because they’ve not experienced the kind of repression that there is in the Kashmir valley. But they have a very, very, very sophisticated understanding of the economic structures of the world of imperialism and of the earth and what it does and how those big dams create an inequality that you cannot get away from. And in the Kashmir valley you have such a sophisticated understanding of repression, 60 years of repression of secret operations, of spying, of intelligence operations, of death, of killing. But have you insulated yourself from that other understanding, of what the world is today? What these economic structures are? What kind of Kashmir are you going to fight for? Because we are with you in that fight, we are with you. But we want, we hope that it’ll be a fight for justice. We know today that this word ‘secularism’ that the Indian state flings at us is a hollow word because you can’t kill 68,000 Kashmiri Muslims and then call yourself a secular state. You cannot allow the massacre of Muslims in Gujarat and call yourself a secular state and yet you can’t then turn around and say that “we are allowed to treat our minorities badly “—so what kind of justice are you fighting for? I hope that the young people will deepen their idea of Azaadi, it is something that the State and your enemies that you’re fighting uses to divide you. That’s true.
[Some people in the audience: “Do you know what happened to the pundits?(not very audible)..etc  ..etc..]
Arundhati Roy: I know the story of the Kashmiri pundits. I also know that the story that these Panun Kashmir pundits put out is false. However, this does not mean that injustice was not done.
[People in audience: interrupting and inaudible, all taking at the same time…  “do you know how many Hindus were killed?”… commotion.. no one can hear anyone].
Arundhati Roy: I think…ok let me continue.. [part of the crowd arguing loudly]..
S.A.R GEELANI: I request everyone to please sit.
Arundhati Roy: Alright, I want to say that, I think this disturbance is based on a misunderstanding, because I was beginning to talk about justice and in that conversation about justice, I was just about to say that what happened with the Kashmiri pundits is a tragedy, so I don’t know why you all started shouting. I think it’s a tragedy because when we stand here and talk about justice, it is justice for everybody, and those of us who stand here and talk about their being a place for everybody whether there’s a minority whether it’s an ethnic minority or a religious minority  or minority in terms of caste, we don’t believe in majoritarianism so that’s why I was talking about the fact that everybody in Kashmir should have a very deep discussion about what kind of society you’re fighting for because Kashmir is a very diverse community and that discussion does not have to come from critics or people who are against azaadi trying to divide this struggle , it has to come from within you so it is not the place of people outside to say “they don’t know what they mean by azaadi, do they mean Gilgit and Baltistan, what about Jammu? What about Laddakh?” These are debates that people within the state of J&K are quite capable of having by themselves and I think they understand that. So, to just try and derail things by shouting at people is completely pointless because I think that people, the pundits in Kashmir, all the time I’ve spent in Kashmir, have only heard people say they are welcome back and I know people who live there, who believe that too, so all I want to say is that when we are having these political debates, I feel I have watched and have been listening to and following the recent uprising in Kashmir, the fact that unarmed people, young people armed with stones, women, even children are out on the streets facing down this massive army with guns is something that nobody in the world cannot help but salute. However it is up to the people who are leading this struggle, it is up to the people who are thinking to take it further, because you cannot just leave it there— because the Indian state, you know what its greatest art is— it’s not killing people – that’s its second greatest art, the first greatest art is to wait, to wait and wait and wait and hope that everybody’s energies will just go down. Crisis management, sometimes it’s an election, sometimes it’s something else, but the point is that people have to look at more than a direct confrontation on the streets. You have to ask yourselves why—the people of Nagaland must ask themselves why there’s a Naga battalion committing the most unbelievable atrocities in Chhatisgarh. After spending so much time in Kashmir watching the CRPF and the BSF and the Rashtriya Rifles lock down that valley, the firat time I went to Chhattisgarh, on the way I saw Kashmiri BSF, Kashmiri CRPF on the way to kill people in Chhatisgarh. You’ve got to ask yourself— there’s more to resistance than throwing stones— these things can’t be allowed to happen— “how is the state using people?” The colonial state whether it was the British State in India or whether it’s the Indian State in Kashmir or Nagaland or in Chattisgarh, they are in the business of creating elites to manage their occupations, so you have to know your enemy and you have to be able to respond in ways where you’re tactical, where you’re intelligent, where you’re political— internationally, locally and in every other way— you have to make your alliances, because otherwise you’ll be like fish swimming furiously around a fish tank bombing the walls and getting tired in the end because those walls are very very strong. So I’ll just leave with this: Think about justice and don’t pick and choose your injustices, don’t say that “I want justice but it’s ok if the next guy doesn’t have it, or the next woman doesn’t have it”. Because justice is the keystone to integrity and integrity is the key stone to real resistance.
Thank you.
 (Taken from www.dawn.com)

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