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My Family and My Neighbour

It’s the story about my family and my neighbour. Our neighbours were actually a part of our family and decades ago we all used to ‘happily’ stay together. But alas, there was a partition and we got separated. I guess, this separation not only resulted in a geographical division, but it also parted away our heart and our soul. Even though the majority of the family members, from both the sides, still love each other, but the malicious intentions of a rotten few never allowed us to unite back and live peacefully.

This is our family. We are peaceful at heart and intentions. We stay peacefully and let others live at peace too. We have neighbours like everyone. Now, you must be thinking that what is different in this story? Well, to know about the different aspect of this story you need to go through the blog, which will reveal the brutal truth that makes this an altogether different story. A story with a deep insight and a deep thought. There is a painful incident that left its scars on our life, it never allowed us to settle peacefully and our neighbour enjoys giving us wounds, time and again.

Why I am writing like this is because, after the division between my family and our neighbour, which took place around 68 years ago, our mother’s head was encroached by our neighbour. Shocking right? Obviously, it is shocking and there is no place for such an act in a civilized nation. Every sane soul will indeed condemn such an act. I am sure after knowing this, you must be eager to know that whether the encroached head is safe or not? Whether we were able to get it back or not? At the same time, everyone must be inquisitive to know that what we did at that time when they committed such a cruel act and what we did till now to take it back from our neighbours?

Sorry to say, but the head is still encroached by our neighbour and our mother is still suffering. I can’t describe what our mother must have gone through in all these years and don’t know how long will she have to stay like this. I don’t know why it is so difficult to bring back something that belongs to us. What stopped us from taking our belongings back from the encroachers? Were we afraid then? Are we afraid now? Are we going to suffer like this till eternity? Do we want to tolerate the nuisances at the cost of the precious life of our family members? Unfortunately, I don’t have the answers to all those questions.

Shockingly, we are not only suffering since ages after that encroachment, but we also made a change post that encroachment. We actually changed the name of the head of my mother as “Neighbour Occupied Head”. Although, I carry a logical mind, still, I could not understand the logic behind this step of my family members. Do we change the name of anyone who is not with us anymore? What purpose has it served? All these questions hit my mind, time and again, but every time I consistently fail to come up with a logical answer.

Oh, mother, I know it hardly matters to you by whatever names your child address you. Your unconditional love towards your child will always be the same, no matter whether the child gives you the due respect or not. But, at the same time, I know that everyone loves to be called by their own name. No one wants their identity to be changed, just because something wrong happened with them. It’s sad, that instead of bringing your head back, we did this and it’s sadder that even after the long period of 68 years the behaviour of our neighbour has not changed a bit.

The reason, why I mentioned that the behaviour of our neighbour has not changed a bit is not only because they haven’t returned the head of our mother yet, but also because, time and again, they illegally cross the frontiers and creates disruption, as well as, kills innocent people of our family. Every time we make an attempt to stretch our hands and open our heart, with utmost love and peace, towards them, they stab our back by gifting us a terrorist attack. This is going on consistently since ages and all our attempts to make a fresh start goes in disdain. However hard we may try to work upon peace “forgetting the past”, the result is always the same in the form of a terrorist attack on our family members, as a token of our love and peace gesture.

I am not a supporter of violence, but do these people really understand the language of love and peace? For me, it will be like a dream come true, if my family and my neighbour unite together once again. But unfortunately, they have stabbed us in the past and very disappointedly I write this that it is surely going to happen in future, as well.

Yesterday, once again, they attacked our innocent people and did a cruel job of killing my family members in a terrorist attack. My family members fought bravely and were martyred in this brutal attack. They are not with us anymore; indeed their absence will always be felt in our heart. They will always stay as a hero in our heart, who fought bravely and gave away their life protecting their mother. May their soul rest in peace, may all the family members get enough strength to overcome this situation. Oh, brother, your sacrifice will not get wasted. Oh, mother, your hunger strike, your tears, your sorrow and your sufferings will not go in disguise. We owe you a lot. Your family members, who care for you, will always be there for you. It is rightly said that “Jake pair na fate biwai wo kya jane peer parai” (Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches).

Incidences like yesterday’s terrorist attack always shook our entire family and left us thinking that whether being a peace loving family is taken for granted? Whether they consider us as a weak nation? Was it possible to stop such a brutal incidence, if in the past we would have proved to others that taking our things back is our birthright? Could the situation worsen to this extent, if we would have made it loud and clear, that it’s not that we want to fight, but, at the same time, it’s not that we cannot fight? The most important question that needs to be answered by all of us is that how long will it take for us to change and how long will we wait for others to change.

Herewith, I would like to quote the following paragraph extracted from my other Blog “India – My Country, My Dream”, under the sub-heading Terrorism free India – “We are spending a substantial amount, year on year, on defence front just to curb the cancer of Terrorism. However, even after spending the huge amount of funds, are we actually able to remove terrorism from our soil? We all know that the common people of any country are always the believer of peace. Then who are these supporters of all the unrest that is developing in the entire world? Is it possible for a few bunch of terrorist to rule over millions of innocent people who hate any kind of violence?”

I would like to end this blog with this thought in mind that may the almighty give everyone good sense and may every problem gets a peaceful solution. Amen!

Peyush Jain

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A writer at heart and creative at art. Someone who wants his words to leave an impact. Someone who is hungry for genuine feedback and not the number of likes. The thought behind my writing has always been to revolutionize the thought process which is overpowered with the set obsolete parameters, as well as, to bring into life, a new perspective towards everything around us. When I am penning down these lines, the beautiful composition by Mr. Dushyant Kumar Tyagi strikes my mind, "Sirf hungama khada karna mera maksad nahi, Meri koshish hai ki yeh soorat badalni chahiye; Merey seeney mein nahi to terey seeney mein sahi, Ho kahin bhi aag lekin aag jalni chahiye". The meaning of this verse (in my words) is that - My only motive is not of rabble-rousing, but my efforts are directed towards bringing about a change; I want the fire of awareness to lit somewhere, if not in my heart then maybe in yours, but the fire has to lit. Readers are a writer’s strength and one of the motivating factors that keep the writer always alive. All the honest readers are undoubtedly the unbiased mirror of a writer’s content. Hope the readers like my blogs and could correlate with them. It will be an honour if the readers are able to gain something worth from my write ups. At the same time, it will be my pleasure to know your honest views. Each and every single feedback is highly appreciated. So do not hesitate to comment with utmost truth in your words. Keep reading and keep learning. I wish you all a very healthy, happy and a prosperous life. Love to all. Be in touch. Take care and God Bless!

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