Guest Contributor Dr.Radhika J Sharma is an enthusiastic and a gregarious individual who describes the hard struggles of war, faced by both the army and the civilians of Jammu Kashmir region.
The love and dedication of the soldiers for the beloved motherland has remained not only intact but has become stronger with the passage of time, through the passing eras.
Sacrifices in her name, the name of India was a holy ritual back then and it has remained the same until today. But, the home of their sacrifice changed from the prisons to the borders. At the borders, the sacrifices have two faces. The first, where the men in uniform keep their own homes and kids at stake in order to protect the peace of the nation, welcomed bullets into their chests. The second face is where unarmed men in the fields of the border lands, who labor to produce bread for countrymen, die due to the unwelcome bullets that penetrate their bodies. They are farmers of villages rarely heard of.
Not long ago, in a village called Poonch close to the LoC, an innocent family lost their lives while they were caught in a crossfire of grenades and mortar shells. The unlawful transgression by the enemy was avenged, but at a heavy price.
We can barely imagine how difficult it would have been for the woman tending to her field to protect herself from an unexpected attack while her thoughts were devoted to her infant sleeping at home. It’s out of one’s imagination – the playgrounds filled with children while the bullets crossed its fence, the creation of a scene of nothing less than heartbreaking, the children bleeding until the firing finally takes their lives.
The story of such dark nights is narrated in the courtyard of their homes, which are often in the path of mortar shells and bombs hurled by the enemy. Alas, they say, “The only times of laughter for a laborer is when he dines with family.” Think of their fear and anxiety when they would have dug into the basements of their houses to hide, because they knew that bullets were their un-invited guests.
If war would have brought peace, the farmers wouldn’t have cried for their dead sons and daughters, their destroyed fields and livestock.The sirens of ambulances, the spilled out blood over grounds, the grieved yelling of women, and the search for the bodies of their loved ones – they wouldn’t have had to hear and witness all that including the hustle of injured people being evacuated to safer places, the lost education of children.
We read such tales of horrors almost every day, so much so that the feeling of outrage is slowly being replaced by a feeling of numb shock. War can never bring peace. The endless cycle of attack and retaliation extracts a heavy toll on both the civilians and the soldiers. But then, if one tries to stay in peace, the other aggravates and the tale continues.
(Edited by Student Reporter Pooja Saravanan)