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It’s an old journalistic trick to start a diatribe with a quote. If an IANS quote is OK for you, Mr. Nikam, why not build something on a quote from this very site, the top piece in the Bloga section. Maybe, you will feel like changing your “best piece of journalism” opinion about the Tahleka story. Here’s another story, a real one. It may serve you as a backgrounder for what was apparently going on in Ahmedabad and elsewhere since long. Way back in early seventies, I was in Ahmedabad for a few months. The assignment involved night duty, as in say a newspaper office. One night, after the shift gave over well past midnight, we decided to go to the railway station for what they called “Pecial chai”. En route, I found flocks of people walking down the road. Elderly men and women, children and girls. It was an amazing sight, at dead of night. On enquiry, I was told there were two cinema halls off the road. Ashram Road I think it was called. And after watching the late night show in these halls, these people go to a nearby Square to savour some delicacies, like chaat etc. Any then they walk back home. Ahmedabad was thet safe then, that peaceful. After some days, I was in a bus. There were very few people around. The man sitting by my side, an elderly looking person, asked me in Urdu,’aap kahan ke hain” (where I am from). I told him I was a Kashmiri. His face sort of lighted up. “Tab to aap ahl-e-din hain,” (then you are a co-religionist), he said. I smiled. “Kab jayega Kashmir Pakistan men,” came next. I smiled again, and said ” Allah janey.” And then, in a semi-conspitorial gesture, I almost whispered into his ear, “Yahan kucch kam ho raha hai ya nahin.” His response was a very, very reassuring gesture by his head. I’m sure Mr. Nikam, and people who share his outlook, will find this story rather amazing. But that is the ground reality. Aided and abetted till recently by a couple of powerful countries from the developed world, our friends across the Ran of Kutch have been working at “kucch ho raha hai” all these three decades plus. Sometimes the goings-on take an ugly turn, or are made to take an ugly turn. Only, a crass “Nikama” wll miss the point.

It’s an old journalistic trick to start a diatribe with a quote. If an IANS quote is OK for you, Mr. Nikam, why not build something on a quote from this very site, the top piece in the Blogs section. Maybe, you will feel like changing your “best piece of journalism” opinion about the Tahleka story. Here’s another story, a real one. It may serve you as a backgrounder for what was apparently going on in Ahmedabad and elsewhere since long. Way back in early seventies, I was in Ahmedabad for a few months. The assignment involved night duty, as in say a newspaper office. One night, after the shift gave over well past midnight, we decided to go to the railway station for what they called “Pecial chai”. En route, I found flocks of people walking down the road. Elderly men and women, children and girls. It was an amazing sight, at dead of night. On enquiry, I was told there were two cinema halls off the road. Ashram Road I think it was called. And after watching the late night show in these halls, these people go to a nearby Square to savour some delicacies, like chaat etc. Any then they walk back home. Ahmedabad was thet safe then, that peaceful. After some days, I was in a bus. There were very few people around. The man sitting by my side, an elderly looking person, asked me in Urdu,’aap kahan ke hain” (where I am from). I told him I was a Kashmiri. His face sort of lighted up. “Tab to aap ahl-e-din hain,” (then you are a co-religionist), he said. I smiled. “Kab jayega Kashmir Pakistan men,” came next. I smiled again, and said ” Allah janey.” And then, in a semi-conspitorial gesture, I almost whispered into his ear, “Yahan kucch kam ho raha hai ya nahin.” His response was a very, very reassuring gesture by his head. I’m sure Mr. Nikam, and people who share his outlook, will find this story rather amazing. But that is the ground reality. Aided and abetted till recently by a couple of powerful countries from the developed world, our friends across the Ran of Kutch have been working at “kucch ho raha hai” all these three decades plus. Sometimes the goings-on take an ugly turn, or are made to take an ugly turn. Only, a crass “Nikama” wll miss the point.