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Concentration Camp

From Google, I looked for the meaning of concentration camp: It is defined as: "a place in which large numbers of people, especially political prisoners or members of persecuted minorities, are deliberately imprisoned in a relatively small area with inadequate facilities, sometimes to provide forced labour or to await mass execution. The term is most strongly associated with the several hundred camps established by the Nazis in Germany and occupied Europe 1933–45, among the most infamous being Dachau, Belsen, and Auschwitz.

In view of the definition for Concentration Camp, we the Kashmiri Pundits are members of the persecuted minorities with inadequate facilities define Jagti as a Concentration Camp.

Unlike the Nazi Concentration Camps, Jagti Concentration Camp provides ready-made audience to people with political aspirations. Sheikh Mohammad Abdullah during pre-partition days had ready-made audience at the busiest Lal Chowk and post partition, Hazrat Bal. Mir Waiz has ready- made audience at Jamia Masjid. Likewise, Jagti- the Concentration Camp provides ready-made audience to political aspirants.

Among Kashmiris, there are enumerable philanthropists who are eager to help one another without making their names public. I name them as Big Brothers. Orzu Foundation is one such organization that supports quality education to one of our daughters. Surprisingly Orzu Foundation members do not make their names public. Prior to Jagti came into existence, some unknown people settled abroad wrote to me that they would like to pay for the quality education to the children of the Camp dwellers. I wrote to them not to pay to any individual or parents of the wards, rather pay directly for their respective Schools their fees and the bus fare. I contacted Camp commander Purkhoo camp a number of times for the list of deserving students, with the name of their respective schools. All my efforts turned futile. Again the abroad settlers expressed their desire to support coaching of deserving students from camps. I wrote to them to pay directly to the coaching centres and not to any individual. I managed their telephonic contact with Dr.S N Pandita one of the professors at a leading Coaching Centre. Concessional fees was also negotiated, but no one came forward to avail of the benefit.

2009, I made mention of the poor educational facilities and educational standard of the KP students in the valley. They badly need attention from the dispersed community.

Let people be sincere to cause without making it a show-piece for baking political chapattis.

Philanthropists are above caste creed colour and religion. Last year one of my Muslim friends directly contributed Rs.5000 to the bank account for the quality education of one of our daughters and another Muslim friend paid Rs.1000 to an ailing Pundit in the valley through me.  Quality education of three Sikh students was sponsored by Ishwar Ashram Trust, Bagwan Gopi Nath Trust and Kahmir Pundit Sabha Amphala( During the days of Surgbashi T N Khosa Sahab). Prof. B L Raina managed free coaching to one who did research on cancer.

Bharat Mata ki Jai                                                                       

concentration Camp.

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Navreh Mubarak

 Warm Navreh Greetings to you all. On this day we used to enjoy the outing to Badamwari (The fully bloomed almond blossom) under the foot of the Hari-Parbat hillock. Three days thereafter it would be followed by another picnic on account of the Zangtrai. This picnic was being hosted by the parents of the mother (Matamal). The third picnic was Baisakhi. This day Nishat garden was thrown open to the general public after winter. Nishat and other Mughul gardens were being decorated like a new bride of teens on this day. People irrespective of caste creed and colour, rich and poor would visit these gardens, some in 'Doonga' some in shikara and the rest in buses. Those days a few had their own conveyance. Comparing today's prosperity to that golden era, I believe, I personally have become poorer. That poverty was far better than today's prosperity. Baisakhi was followed after five days by Ramnavmi. On this day, Ramchandrun at Barbershah Srinagar would be the picnic spot. Specialty at Ramchandrun was spot fried nadrimonji (Aziki jawan kiah zanen naderi monji kiah ghaie). Very few would be equipped with a k-oil stove, a mark of HIG (Higher income group). Generally people were carrying samawar, tea -ingredients, charcoal, telveri and ketlam along with. Nadrimonji and luchi were locally purchased from the make shift halwai shops.

 Unfortunately the present MNC has devoured the whole of it and shifted us from Baisakh calendar (warm spring) to cold January calendar (the coldest month).

Today parents are divided, the couples are divided, the whole family is divided to serve the MNC, know not when to enjoy the dollars. Thanks to the latest telecommunication system that enables them to contact one another on phone/cell/internet/skype. 

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Guest Control

Around April, 1960, the Degree examination was over and marriage season had stepped in. In view of scarcity of rice and other eatables the State Government issued a notification for austerity measures. Feasts on account of marriages or on any other celebration the number of guests to be invited was restricted to 25. The household of the bride could entertain 25 from his relations and 25 from the family of the groom. People devised a formula and stretched the function to a period of a number of days. Each day specific number restricted to 25 was served with the invitation. So if the number of guests was 100, they were invited @ 25/each day on four different dates. The Government did not yield. It promulgated that within a specific period only one feast was allowed to be celebrated.

It generated an extra source of income for the concerned Police Chowki officer. Besides, the confiscated dishes fattened the police officials and their families.

Those very days one of my cousins got married. I faintly remember that the guests were served in groups of 25. It was ensured that another group be called from the hideout only after the first one had left. At any particular time there should not be more than 25. I believe I was in the third group of 25.

Hustle and bustle was over. The gap between the two festivities became age-bar. In view of the left over stocks, sufficient to meet the requirement for the next function, the host, father of the bride was persuaded by his well-wishers to do away with the liability of the allied function of ‘phirsal’.

I don’t remember whether I was invited or not, but being my ‘matamal’, I did not wait for formality of invitation. I accompanied the newlywed couple and managed to sit among the distinguished guests. Soon the bride appeared on the scene and signalled me to go back and get more children for whom enough of preparations were already cooked.

In obedience, I ran from Agahamam to Dalhasanyar across the River Vetesta and returned within no time, leading a band of enthusiastic age-group.

By the time I returned, it was already dark. Crisscrossed the interwoven by- lanes, hardly five yards away from the destination, when I became panicky in view of the commotion around the main entrance. In whispers an elderly and appreciably tall person suggested that I should go back before the police would arrest me for breaking the Guest control Act. He was dressed in black achkan, narrow-tight trousers in snow-white colour (tang-murie pajama) pink colour turban and apparently seemed to be a man of authority. I cautioned:"Chalivo (run away)" and along with the band dispersed to reassemble back at Dalhasanyar. Later on I came to know that he was Pundit Jia Lal Khuda, uncle of Shri Kuldip Khoda IPS who recently retired as Director General of Police.

The bride was the younger sister of the mother of Shri Kuldip Khoda. It was the ‘phirsal’ to two grooms who were married to two sisters on the same day. Both the grooms were hid in some abandoned store room beyond the reach of the Police. The police took the head of the family along with some of his close relations into custody. All the utensils filled with different varieties of meat, thalies, glasses and other paraphernalia was confiscated by the Police. The next day people in custody were released on bail. For more than six months the utensils that were on rent remained in the court custody. Rent on the hired utensils accrued more than their cost.

Syed Wali Shah from Munvarabad was the in charge Dy. S P. He was beyond the reach of a common man and nobody could influence him. Those days his office was at Batmaloo in the premises of today’s Police Control Room. All the policemen at the traffic beat from Batmalloo to Munvarabad were kept informed about his exit from his room at his lunch hour. The policemen used to be over cautious about their duty and ensure that salute to the officer was not missed.

Bharat Mata ki Jai

Zenie Ghat (Firewood Depot)

Firewood was issued by the forest department within the Srinagar city limits to the city dwellers on a ration card. Until the river Jhelum and one of its distributaries Kuteakouel had enough water for navigation firewood depots were on the river banks. The supply to the depot used to arrive through ‘bahatch’ and ‘Khouetch’ (Khouetch is a larger boat without roof). The firewood used to be of different varieties like kale, willow and ‘hatub’. 20 seers of firewood was ration for each member on the ration card.
Generally the supply would exhaust sooner than expected as major part of it would pilferage through black marketing. People not interested in the rationed firewood used to oblige their neighbours asking for the same. Coolies at the firewood ghat were from the milkmen community to carry firewood.
In view of the gasping Kuteakouel for want of water, the firewood depot Dadi-Kadal kept on shifting to any roadside available space. Truck supply replaced the Khouetch supply. For some time the Dadi-Kadal depot was at Zaindar Mohalla in front of our house and at times across the Kanikadal Bridge at Chotta Bazar.
Out of all the licensed coolies at the ghat, Ghulam Mohammad Gujri son of Mohammad Rajab Gujri of Zaindar Mohalla was not party to black marketing. He had fellow feelings for his like who had no chance to get the rationed firewood despite a long wait. Because of his progressive character, he was an odd man out.
March 1974, the day was sunny, unexpectedly the Divisional Firewood Officer Gassi Sahab arrived on his bicycle to pay a surprise visit to the ghat to ascertain whether ‘all was fine’. That day the Depot was at Chotta Bazar beside the house of retired Conservator of Forest known for his honesty. Ghulam Mohammad Gujri seized the opportunity and reported pilferage and black-marketing to the officer. To his aghast, the officer retorted at him: “Chea kiya mam chukhea” (Slang-are you a mama?). Beyond his expectations and intolerant to the slang, Ghulam Mohammad Gujri caught hold of the necktie of the officer, dragged him down from the bicycle by his necktie and delivered a few blows on him. People around intervened and saved the officer from further beating. Presently on the saner advice by someone from the melee, Mohmudie Guer went into hiding.

Tailor master Aziz and retired constable Khazir Mohamad were known as the Police agents. Both offered their help to Mohmudie Guer at the Police station Shaheed Gunj headed by Chowki officer ASI Makhan Lal Raina.
On my way to my office I could read restlessness on the face of Mohmudie Guer on the Tankikadal Bridge. Seeing me, a beam of hope flashed on his face. He requested me to check as to who were in the police station. From their body language I could guess that the police agents Aziz and Khazir Mohammad did not like my entry. The Chowki officer Makhan Lal Raina was acquainted to me. During his studies, he was putting up in a rented accommodation at Zaindar Mohalla in my neighbourhood. Besides, both of us were alumni of S P College. I took liberty with the officer and requested him not to register any criminal case against Mohmudie Gouer and be treated as my younger brother.
I left the Police Station and conveyed Mohmudie Guer the presence of Khazir Mohamad and Aziz at the Police Station. After a little while, I visited the Police Station again to ensure that no challan was registered against him The Station Officer seemed to be indifferent. He was already paid Rs.200 by Mohmudie Gouer the crusader against corruption on the advice of Aziz and Khazir Mohammad, the mediators. I felt challenged and asked the officer for return of the money failing which, I would talk to his seniors. Fumed, I left the Station only to visit Mohmudie Gouer again. Intermittently, I had to show my presence at my office and my new venture M Dass Public School. On my next visit to the Police Station, the Station Officer had returned the money to Mohmudie Guer but he had handcuffed him and chained him to a cot. It was a hard day for me. Bail managed at the court was reluctantly executed late in the evening by Makhan Lal Raina, the Chowki officer.
I accomplished my mission but at a heavy cost. The Officer warned and successfully avenged me. I along with two Professors had to face a false charge. The court took two years to declare us innocent and exonerate us of any charges. I suggest neither be friendly nor annoy the one in uniform.

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