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Hues of peace in Kashmiri tea
I share nothing of what the real Kashmiris are made of except the skin tone, the taste for food, the love of Kashmiri tea and the admiration for pashmina shawls. PHOTO: AFP
Some time back, I was watching an interview of the Jammu Kashmir Liberation Front (JKLF) leader Yasin Malik on a local news chanel. The host kept probing the Kashmiri leader about his new non-violence freedom movement in Kashmir despite Yasin Maliks violent past history.
Will this movement work and why did it become non-violent now after almost 18 years of being so active?
My personal interest in the programme came from being indoctrinated since childhood (from Zias state media) that Kashmir is an integral part of Pakistan and that Kashmir will one day become Pakistan (because it was always meant to be). And because I am a Kashmiri myself, so-called Kashmiri that is, I share nothing of what the real Kashmiris are made of except the skin tone, the taste for food, the love of Kashmiri tea (which we call namkeen chai) and the admiration for pashmina shawls.
I was conveyed this rather blatantly by a real Kashmiri I made friends with in the UK last Ramazan. The only attributes unfortunately given to Kashmiris in ordinary Pakistani circles are those of being beautiful people who make great food and who love to eat. This generalisation is usually true but I was pleased to see that the real Kashmiris are far beyond food and the desire to look good. I suppose more because generally people in Kashmir would be fair-skinned and everyone would see putting sugar in Kashmiri tea as an atrocity! (Traditionally, the pink Kashmiri tea is cooked with salt and not sugar as is commonly done in Pakistan.)
My new Kashmiri friend was a medical doctor who was outspoken, brave and I must say rather proud of being a Kashmiri. Her family had a big orchard in held Kashmir and came from a well-to-do, educated background. I was so fascinated by the fact that I was meeting a real Kashmiri that my inquisitive mind started brimming with questions. I asked her to tell me about life in Kashmir in 2011, what the Kashmiri people wanted now, and whether they want to join Pakistan.
To the last question she said no. Infact she added cautiously that Kashmiris would be better off without being with Pakistan. After three wars having been fought between Pakistan and India over Kashmir and with nothing having worked out so far, this response did not come as a surprise.
Heres what my Kashmiri friend A told me:
Kashmiris are tired. We are a whole generation that has grown up in fear and violence. We have all lost brothers or relatives or near and dear ones in the freedom movement. Now we dont want the same violence for our children. We dont want to be with Pakistan, we just want our own independence.
When I asked her out of curiosity whether her new country will be able to survive on its own, she said that her people will work it out and that they just need their chance.
After hearing her harrowing account of being pulled off her medical universitys bus, where she was ordered to raise her arms to be searched and she refused along with several other disturbing details, I thought that she was such a brave woman. This mother of two children was a Kashmiri whose bravery radiated through her words. It was more important for her to guard her honour and to have courage. Sure she said she was very scared when such incidents happened. There were several times when she thought she would be shot and killed by the Indian forces. But she lived through it all to be able to decide that she didnt want this for her children.
When Yasin Malik was repeatedly asked by the TV host why he had shifted to a non-violence movement, I wondered why he didnt give the same reasoning that A gave me. Yasin Malik has just had a baby daughter. Maybe family life has softened him to see the other realities of life. There is no parallel or substitute to freedom. Claiming it through reason and patience may shift the goal of the leadership of Jammu Kashmir Liberation Front further away, but at least they will be giving peace a chance too.
As a Pakistani Kashmiri with ancestors from Srinagar, I can perhaps never understand or be able to gauge the density of pain that the Indian Kashmiris have lived through and possibly live through even today. But above, all as a human being who believes in peace, I feel that it is time that the strongest words be used now as methods of mass communication to show the world who these beautiful people are. They are the real Kashmiris, the fore runners in the desire to have peace. And they want to be heard.
Last year on my English Eid, a friend invited all the community Pakistanis to her house for a one-dish get together. As family and another Indian family were also there. I couldnt help overhearing the conversation between A and the Indian guest near the Kashmiri tea tray.
A poured out a cup to the Indian man.
Will you take sugar or salt?, she asked.
What do you normally take?, he asked.
Originally its taken with salt, she told.
Ill take whatever is original then, he smiled and concluded with a pinch of salt in his pink tea.
If only people could rule the world.
I share nothing of what the real Kashmiris are made of except the skin tone, the taste for food, the love of Kashmiri tea and the admiration for pashmina shawls. PHOTO: AFP
Some time back, I was watching an interview of the Jammu Kashmir Liberation Front (JKLF) leader Yasin Malik on a local news chanel. The host kept probing the Kashmiri leader about his new non-violence freedom movement in Kashmir despite Yasin Maliks violent past history.
Will this movement work and why did it become non-violent now after almost 18 years of being so active?
My personal interest in the programme came from being indoctrinated since childhood (from Zias state media) that Kashmir is an integral part of Pakistan and that Kashmir will one day become Pakistan (because it was always meant to be). And because I am a Kashmiri myself, so-called Kashmiri that is, I share nothing of what the real Kashmiris are made of except the skin tone, the taste for food, the love of Kashmiri tea (which we call namkeen chai) and the admiration for pashmina shawls.
I was conveyed this rather blatantly by a real Kashmiri I made friends with in the UK last Ramazan. The only attributes unfortunately given to Kashmiris in ordinary Pakistani circles are those of being beautiful people who make great food and who love to eat. This generalisation is usually true but I was pleased to see that the real Kashmiris are far beyond food and the desire to look good. I suppose more because generally people in Kashmir would be fair-skinned and everyone would see putting sugar in Kashmiri tea as an atrocity! (Traditionally, the pink Kashmiri tea is cooked with salt and not sugar as is commonly done in Pakistan.)
My new Kashmiri friend was a medical doctor who was outspoken, brave and I must say rather proud of being a Kashmiri. Her family had a big orchard in held Kashmir and came from a well-to-do, educated background. I was so fascinated by the fact that I was meeting a real Kashmiri that my inquisitive mind started brimming with questions. I asked her to tell me about life in Kashmir in 2011, what the Kashmiri people wanted now, and whether they want to join Pakistan.
To the last question she said no. Infact she added cautiously that Kashmiris would be better off without being with Pakistan. After three wars having been fought between Pakistan and India over Kashmir and with nothing having worked out so far, this response did not come as a surprise.
Heres what my Kashmiri friend A told me:
Kashmiris are tired. We are a whole generation that has grown up in fear and violence. We have all lost brothers or relatives or near and dear ones in the freedom movement. Now we dont want the same violence for our children. We dont want to be with Pakistan, we just want our own independence.
When I asked her out of curiosity whether her new country will be able to survive on its own, she said that her people will work it out and that they just need their chance.
After hearing her harrowing account of being pulled off her medical universitys bus, where she was ordered to raise her arms to be searched and she refused along with several other disturbing details, I thought that she was such a brave woman. This mother of two children was a Kashmiri whose bravery radiated through her words. It was more important for her to guard her honour and to have courage. Sure she said she was very scared when such incidents happened. There were several times when she thought she would be shot and killed by the Indian forces. But she lived through it all to be able to decide that she didnt want this for her children.
When Yasin Malik was repeatedly asked by the TV host why he had shifted to a non-violence movement, I wondered why he didnt give the same reasoning that A gave me. Yasin Malik has just had a baby daughter. Maybe family life has softened him to see the other realities of life. There is no parallel or substitute to freedom. Claiming it through reason and patience may shift the goal of the leadership of Jammu Kashmir Liberation Front further away, but at least they will be giving peace a chance too.
As a Pakistani Kashmiri with ancestors from Srinagar, I can perhaps never understand or be able to gauge the density of pain that the Indian Kashmiris have lived through and possibly live through even today. But above, all as a human being who believes in peace, I feel that it is time that the strongest words be used now as methods of mass communication to show the world who these beautiful people are. They are the real Kashmiris, the fore runners in the desire to have peace. And they want to be heard.
Last year on my English Eid, a friend invited all the community Pakistanis to her house for a one-dish get together. As family and another Indian family were also there. I couldnt help overhearing the conversation between A and the Indian guest near the Kashmiri tea tray.
A poured out a cup to the Indian man.
Will you take sugar or salt?, she asked.
What do you normally take?, he asked.
Originally its taken with salt, she told.
Ill take whatever is original then, he smiled and concluded with a pinch of salt in his pink tea.
If only people could rule the world.
