I had visited Kasmir at a time when I was a child. I had heard that couples used to take a romantic boat ride on a skikara in the Dal Lake and seen black and white photos of them sitting close to each other, pretty usual in honeymoon. Fast forward thirty years, same lake, same shikara but the couples changed. Now they are both males. Are they gay ? A double no; because their sexual orientation is natural and no they are not gay, according to original
meaning of the word. They are unhappy. Because one is a subhedar from the Bihar regiment and the other, lets say Gorkha Rifles. Both are carrying AK-47s and both can die any time.
Who gains when there is a fight - the men in olive uniform who are registered voters of the government or the veiled men belonging to roll call of a terrorist outfit ? People like to take sides because belonging to no man's land is a terrifying idea. But who really wins ? We do not require a expert in international relations to answer this. Its as simple as whoever sells them the guns and bullets. Like the stock exchange, no matter which party makes money, the exchange will always trickle portions of the transacted amount.
In 2010, the Indian union Government alloted Rs. 1000+ Cr for the Ministry of Tourism. There is no public data available for India government's military expense for Jammu Kashmir but even if we make the worst estimate, say 5% of our defence budget, it comes around Rs. 7000+ Cr. Add to this the spending of our friendly neighbourhood, lets say that Rs. 3000+ Cr. Even if we spend the entire money alloted to tourism ministry only for Kashmir, we are spending ten times less than what we are spending for guns and bullets. Which sane person would now wish to resolve the Kashmir crisis ?
Imagine a Bollywood movie. A poor boy falls in love with a rich man's daughter. They sing and dance by the trees. The girl's uncle sees them. And then goes back and convinces the father that the boy is very promising. They marry. Everyone lives happily ever after. Never ! The uncle will not persuade the father, especially in India uncles are always bad, read Shakuni. And then a conflict starts. The boy is wrongly implicated in a burglary. And the story goes on.
But Bollywood seldom ends in tragedy. Ultimately after the struggle, pain and agony, the boy and girl live happily ever after.
Fastforward another thirty years. Same lake, same shikara. Once again a couple. This time a boy and a girl, regular couple. Ofcourse the boy is now old and the girls cheeks are wrinkled by history. And I am holding my grandchild on my laps.
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