जम्मू-कश्मीर के मुख्यमंत्री उमर अब्दुल्ला कहीं उद्घाटन के लिए गए थे, वहाँ काटने के लिए जो फीता लगा था वह तिरंगा था।
उमर ने तिरंगे को काटने से मना कर दिया और उसे करीने से फोल्ड करने को कहा।
फिर भी कल कोई दो कौड़ी का एंकर उनसे देशभक्ति का सर्टिफिकेट मांग लेगा...
When temples were destroyed and libraries burnt, Kashmiri Pandits did something revolutionary: they moved their deities into the kitchen.
By turning the household 'Vatuk Not' (clay pitcher) into an altar and coding deep philosophy into the simple walnut, they ensured the flame of Dharma could never be extinguished.
While others fast, Kashmiris feast, celebrating the eternal union of Shiva and Shakti. A 700-year masterclass in spiritual resilience. In the face of erasure, they celebrated. They turned their homes into "micro-temples," ensuring that the union of Shiva and Shakti happened not in a distant temples, but in the very heart of the home.
They survived because they became like the air, impossible to grasp, yet everywhere. They proved that a civilization survives not by the height of its walls, but by the depth of its kitchen secrets.
Herath Poshte!
Thirty-six years ago, they tried to blow out the flame of the Kashmiri Pandit. Forced from their ancestral homes, they were cast into the unknown, scattered across cities they never chose, into lives they hadn't imagined. The world looked at them and saw people in "exile." Some believed that, away from the valley of Kashmir, they would simply dissolve. They thought that without the soil of their ancestors, the Pandits would forget who they were. They thought silence and distance would do what swords couldn't, erase them.
But they forgot one thing. A Kashmiri Pandit doesn't just live in Kashmir; Kashmir lives inside the Pandit. Every year, as the Herath (Mahashivratri) approaches, a pulse begins to beat through the diaspora. It starts at airport terminals, where students and families stand in line, traveling toward "home", wherever that home may be now.
The Resistance of the Mother: It is in the way she carries the traditions in her heart, refusing to let the recipes of her grandmother fade into the smog of a new city.
The Resistance of the Father: It is in his hands as he lights the diya. He was forced to leave behind his house, his land, and everything he ever loved, but he refused to leave behind his Dharma.
Herath is no longer just a festival. After 36 years, it has become the ultimate proof of existence. It is the proof that they did not die. It is the proof that they will never disappear. By celebrating Herath year after year, they are sending a message to the world and to history: "We are still here."
Dedicated to all our Kashmiri Hindu brothers who endured every storm but never let go of their Dharma. May your walnuts always be soaked in the water of faith, and may the road home always live within your heart until the day it rises to meet your feet.
Har Har Mahadeva.
Bitta Karate started his kiIIing spree, and his first target was his close friend(school batchmate) Satish Tickoo during the KP geηocide.
Satish wasn’t a bigot.
I’m often asked by fellow Indians why Kashmiri Pandits didn’t fight back in 1990. Here is my father’s explanation: the exodus was not a surrender, but The Greatest Sacrifice.🙏
EP-263 with Kunal Kemmu premieres today at 5 PM IST | ANI Podcast | Promo
"There was a blast below our house ..." Kunal Kemmu, a Kashmiri Pandit, recalls the exodus from the valley in the 90s.
More on midnight attack on Saif Ali Khan
#ANIPodcast#SmitaPrakash#KunalKemmu #SaifAliKhan #Kashmir #Pandits
Tune in here: https://t.co/xzkfDDRAmC
@MrSinha_ A Kashmiri Hindu girl talks to a reporter from a refugee camp with hope of returning to Kashmir in 1990s. 💔
Heartbreaking to see such stories.💔