It was not just the land that was partitioned. Hearts, minds,
behaviours and emotions had been partitioned long before so the final
division could be made ‘smoothly’, and it went as smoothly as expected.
The ground was pulled from underneath someone’s feet, while the sky was
pulled away from another’s head! Millions of people neither belonged
here nor there, only those who were to lead the new states remained. The
new leaders had not only been involved in dividing the state but also
dreamt of ruling the new countries in the name of religion and
nationalism. A single announcement managed to create a border that
cannot be seen anywhere except in books, files and maps.
It was as if a wall was erected in the courtyard of a large, lively
house. Those who lived and played together would sulk one moment and
reconcile with each other the next. Their hearts beat together as one.
If they liked a certain tune, they all sang it together. If they got
drunk, they danced in harmony with each other. Their souls were fragrant
with the scent of the soil; their breaths were perfumed with the same
culture. But the formation of the wall of hate and treachery neither
divided nor affected their breaths, their heartbeats.
It doesn’t matter whether the leaders belong to this side of the wall
or to that side. They have always sowed seeds of hatred within the
divided hearts of their nation in order to prevent the demolition of the
wall erected within their hearts and minds so that not only their rule
would be established but their sustenance is guaranteed, as well as
their luxuries.
What does it matter if the people on this side or that of the wall
live below the poverty line? Forget having healthcare and education,
what does it matter if the people are deprived of basic needs like ‘
roti, kapra aur makan’?
Instead, not only did they build mountains of weapons but they also
filled their own homes with the money they earned from the sale of
weapons.
On one hand, both countries are atomic powers. On the other hand,
they have no electricity, water, gas or petrol. We line up for CNG and
other fuels; there is no electricity neither here nor there. We say it’s
‘loadshedding’ and they call it ‘
katoti’. At night, their footpaths are full of sleeping, homeless people. A similar sight can be seen on our roads at night. We have
katchi abadis
and they have slums. Piles of rubbish litter our streets and theirs.
There are armies of beggar children on both sides of the wall. But we
still stand amongst the developed nations with our heads held high,
saying that we are atomic powers. They stand in
dhotis and we in old, torn
shalwars.