Date: 1/22/2001


The Rediff Special

"When Partition occurred, many Muslims left India for Pakistan and many Hindus left Pakistan for India."


NO, the Hindus were exterminated or forced out. The Muslims were protected by the might of Nehru and Gandhi. They stayed put begging the question, What the Hell was partition for?


Friday, December 08, 2000 6:02 PM

Honourable and the Despicable.

"India was divided between the Muslims and the NON Muslims." It amazes me how this FACT has fallen down limp & lifeless in Hindusthan but stands ERECT in Pakistan.

Thus by that Act of Partition, Bharat is the home of EVERY Hindu on the sub continent- till eternity, or so long as Partition is recognized by India.

These Hindus were BETRAYED by the Indian leaders. And no amount of abuse and filth thrown at the likes of Nehru, Gandhi and Baldev can save them from fires in Hell.

These Hindus have come back to their MOTHER land. There is ONLY one on earth. They are not meant to be a pawn in the dirty game between Nehru and Jinnah which left the whole of India bleeding.

These Hindus are an integral part of the Hindu world with more right to live in Bharat than even Rashtramata Sonia Khan, Dalip Kumar, Ajit Jogi and Ghulam Nabi Azad. They will never be loyal > to an OUTSIDE religious, ideological or political man or beast. They are NOT subject to the despicable "Constitution" of Bandit Nehru which makes an East Bengali foreigner but a South Kashmiri native!

These Hindus will be protected by their fellow Hindus against the might of Nehru's establishment, against the political powers of worthless imported female, the White Elephant from Italy called Sonia Gandhi, and AGAINST the likes of Narayanan who does not > "relate" to them nor to ANY Hindu, and against the law enforcement agents of Indian government whose writ is ZERO in Lahore and Mymensing.

It is high time the Indian Government shed the coat of a mouse and stood up to declare, "Every Hindu is entitled to enter Bharat and stay there as long as he/she likes. On the contrary every MUSALMAN is invited to leave at his Will whenever he wants."

No Sir. These Hindus have come to their own home as defined by Bandit Nehru in 1947. His "haraami aulad" and all the simpleton "nishkam sewak" Hindu/ Sikh establishment must honour that Act of Partition not only when it reduces, diminishes, harms and kills a Hindu and exterminates a Sikh. Law in Hindusthan cannot be ONE WAY like the Hindu-Muslim nikah!

Now the honourable side: The West Germans would shield and protect anyone who managed to escape the Communist (read "ISLAMIC") regime in East Germany.

The person was welcomed by State, housed and clothed and also given money to survive.

That was honourable, Mr. Narayanan. What about YOU?


This mail will go to the President to remind him of his constitutional DUTY towards the betrayed Hindus- Hindus betrayed by his Constitution and Dynastic masters. We should all make it clear to him that UNLIKE HIM, we feel these Hindus as our blood and body.

"Mr. Narayanan, as the bread & wine in church is the blood of Jesus to YOU, these Hindus are the same to us, linked by Lord Krishna.


Hindus in Pakistan

The Rediff Special

When Partition occurred, many Muslims left India for Pakistan and many Hindus left Pakistan for India. Some, though, stayed back in the land of their birth, determined that a political decision would not dictate their path in life.

Yet, 53 years later, the old wounds refuse to heal. Instead, painful new ones have been inflicted. Roving Editor Ramesh Menon visited Rohtak in Haryana where some Pakistani Hindus, who came to India on a 30 day tourist visa, swear they will never return home. Ever.

Every day seems like a year. Almost. As Time painfully drags on for the 42 Pakistani Hindus living by the minute in a small, dusty village called Kahnaur in Rohtak, Haryana.

It has been quite a while since their visas expired. But none of them are packing their bags to go home. They do not want to return to the hell they have escaped from. India has been like a breath of fresh air. There is something here that makes them comfortable. Something called Freedom. Respect. Safety. For almost all of them have the same horror stories. They recount how > > numerous Pakistani Hindus have converted to Islam; they say it is the only way they could survive. It is the only way they could get Respect. Acceptance. The only way to enter the mainstream in an Islamic nation.

The oldest among the refugees is Sidhu Ram. Over 70 years old, he crouches on a coir charpoy outside his makeshift dwelling in Kahnaur. "We do not want to go back," he says simply. "Do whatever you can to help us. Our daughters are growing up. We came here to protect their dignity. We cannot go there now. We would rather die than go back."

The conversation is weighed down with long pauses of silence. As Sidhu Ram quietly looks into the distance. The morning breeze gently plays with the ring in his left ear lobe. It has taken a lot of persuasion to make him talk. But the fear does not > > leave his eyes, not even for a second. His family members stand around him, unnerved by my presence and my questions.

Whenever a stranger approaches their makeshift mud and red brick hut -- constructed for them by the sympathetic villagers -- these illegal residents find their hearts racing. They wonder if the strangers are plainclothes policemen or officials from the district administration. They dread the moment when they will be asked to pack up and leave.

It feels terrible living on borrowed time. To reflect on how times change. When India was partitioned 53 years ago, communal riots rocked both the countries. Thousands of Muslims fled India, even as thousands of Hindus wrapped up their lives in Pakistan. There was blood on the streets. There were dead bodies everywhere.

Sidhu Ram and his family were told by kind Muslim neighbours that they would always be protected, always be cared for. Stay, they had said. His mind drifts back to the time when all his neighbours and friends had assured him safety. Caring. Love. He re-enacts how his Muslim neighbours had affectionately put their arms around his children. How they said, "They are like our children. No harm will ever come to you."

They were true to their word. Until the Babri Masjid fell in India. Everything changed after. The Hindus no longer felt comfortable in Pakistan. Now, even the dead are denied a cremation. "We have to bury our dead like the Muslims do," says Sidhu Ram. "There is discrimination at every step. That is why we are here." Many of them have Muslim names. "It makes us feel safe," says another Pakistani Hindu. Many have have attached suffixes like Mohammed or Allah to their original names.

Like Ranguram, 18, a labourer in Layya district of Pakistani Punjab. Now, he spells out his name for me with pride. In Pakistan, he had called himself Rang Ali. Not anymore, though. Now that he is in India, he has reverted back to his original name. As have the others.

But it may not be forever. "They will have to go back their Muslim names if they are deported," laughs a Kahnaur villager. None of the Pakistani Hindus smile. The tragedy, for them, is real. Almost four months ago, Sidhu Ram asked his extended family of 35 members -- all Pakistani Hindus -- to apply for tourist visas to visit their relatives in India. All of them belonged to Layya and were either agricultural or semi-skilled workers.

They had lived in Pakistan all their lives; but when they were granted the visa to visit India, their hearts fluttered with joy. They packed their meagre belongings and boarded the Samjhauta Express. Among the luggage was a clandestine article -- the idol of a Hindu deity called Pabu. They feared they would be caught, but the idol was easily smuggled across.

Once they were with their relatives in the safety of Kahnaur village, they decided never to go back. Soon after, seven more Pakistani Hindus arrived. They too pleaded with the locals and the district administration to allow them to stay. It had not hurt to leave Pakistan. None of them had any property. Or any form of wealth. Or memories they wanted to cling to.

A few days on Indian soil and their mind was made up. They valued the religious freedom they received in India. The idol was installed in a makeshift temple. Built with mud and brick and a temporary hay roof, the temple could easily blow away in a storm. Yet, it makes them feel good.

Back in Pakistan, some temples were destroyed in retaliation for the Babri Masjid demolition. Those that survived retribution are neither being repaired or renovated. As a result, most temples across the border are in a dilapidated state. Sidhu Ram and his family have numerous relatives in Kahnaur village. Distant ones. But it does not matter. At last, they feel wanted.

Life, though, is far from comfortable. Home is two tiny rooms made of mud plaster and red brick. The matted hay roof just about keeps the sun out. If it rains outside, it will rain inside too.

But that is the least of their concerns. Instead, they worry about whether they will still be here when the rains come.