Backyard of Corpses: Narratives from Kashmir
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Syeda Afshana
Syeda Afshana is a faculty at Media Education Research Centre, University of Kashmir. Alumnus of International Academy of Leadership, Germany, and a Visiting Fellow at Centre of International Studies, Cambridge University, she has extensively written on media, politics, conflict, women, and other aspects of society. She is a columnist and has earned doctorate on her research work “Media Response to 26/11: A study of Indian Print Media”. Her specialization includes International Relations and Communication, Conflict Studies, Narrative and Convergent Journalism. She has also authored several books on related themes.
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Backyard of Corpses - Syeda Afshana
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Contents
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Conflict
1: Bed Number 13
2: The Dead End
3: Backyard of Corpses
4: Bold Rizwan, Betrayed Rizwan
5: A Pitiful Prison
6: A Singular Search
7: Is Mehda Khan Alive?
8: Covert Casualty to Conflict
9: Down the Lake
10: Heroes Beyond Rhetoric
11: ‘We Are All Politics’
12: Relocating Loss
Characters
13: Oblivion Salvages
14: Alien Agony
15: Our Ali Baba
16: Mr. Know All
17: Winter’s Woes
18: Dance on Roads
19: The Mystifying Muse
20: Cycle of Cravings
21: Departing with a Mark
22: The Sleepy Kid
23: Pills that Kill
24: Misfit in a Missed World
25: Crucial Year!
26: Inspired to Izhar
27: Roots Never Desert
28: Life’s Journey
Contradiction
29: Dilemma Distressing
30: ‘. . . . for the Sake of Your Ramzaan’
31: Inadvertently, We Convey!
32: Real Conservationists!
33: Right & Left
34: Story of People
35: Broken Homes, Broken Bonds
36: Beyond the Visible
37: For 1400 Bucks!
Cosmos
38: Unforgettable Words
39: Living in Rome…
40: Life’s Like That!
41: Never Mind!
42: A Brush with Beat Gen
43: Spring is here
44: ‘I was safe so long as… .’
45: A Cigar, A Cry
46: Give Me a Road to Travel
For Abbu Ji and Ammi Ji,
the proud parents of
dearest Zubair,
my great support.
Special thanks to Fayaz Ahmad Kaloo,
Chief Editor Daily Greater Kashmir
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"You must have heard Rizwan was killed.
Guardian of the gates of Paradise.
Only eighteen years old…
From windows we hear grieving mothers,
and snow begins to fall on us, like ash.
Black on edges of flames,
it cannot extinguish the neighbourhoods,
The homes set ablaze by the midnight soldiers.
Kashmir is burning" . . .
Agha Shahid Ali
‘The Country Without a Post Office’
Conflict
1
Bed Number 13
S he was a pretty girl of fifteen, shy and reticent. Nature had brought her up in its lap. Green meadows and lush pastures had lent colour to her life : blooming with rosy hopes and dreams. Lofty mountains and alpine trees in the village had taught her way to measure heights in the world. Floating clouds and raindrops composed a dancing symphony for her. The wind would wriggle her stumpy feet, laughing in her artless face. The nesting birds made her feel the warmth of sharing. Brooks and rivulets running along the thatch home whispered vivacious syllables to her.
She enjoyed every moment of her carefree ‘microcosm’, imbibing the subtlety of unimaginable essence. She never felt the need of giving tongue to her words, speech to her silence or eloquence to her smiles. Life simply drifted her like a morning breeze sweeping over the tender hearts of spring tide fields:
This wayward virgin girl is shy
Of speaking in front of strangers
Hidden by the veil
Of her vague expression
She passes by
Her head bowed
Ever so quietly.
But then, her sprightly coyness wasn’t everlasting. Nature played its Law. And the law was furious one. The grey afternoon arrived. There were no rainbow colours around. Sun had lost the refulgence and moon returned to reclusion. Days were bloated with precarious shadows. All heartstrings had stopped the fluting. She was shifted to City Hospital.
It was an abrupt transition. From lush of a small hamlet to urban vileness. It was the world of faddish rat-racers and brainwashed zombies. Competition and compulsion were the hallmark of this place where people were obsessed with crossing finish-lines in a jiffy. It was a flashy world with quaint style of living. There was no visible sign of halt anywhere. A crowded ocean of hurried aims and objectives: all shallow and superficial. The people here wallowed in a linear thought. They saw life as a race. They had become running addicts, lured by the powerful metaphor of race, with its false promise of getting some place. They had lost the sight of the importance of staying in one spot and not chasing the fugitive sunshine. And they were paying a heavy price in terms of curdled brains and dead hearts.
It wasn’t the City Of Joy ala Dominique Lapierre’s paean of love and hope. It was a loveless and hopeless place haunted by ruthless shiftiness. A compost of derisive deceit and delirium : the devil-may-care city.
She was dazed and dumbstruck for she belonged to the category of people who reject the pseudo-adventure of the road and do not traffic in traffic. She belonged to those who knew how to relax because theirs is the way of the turtle and the snail: theirs is the spirit of Walk, Do not Run; of Stop; and Halt. She came from the place where grass grew under her feet and tickled, and nobody was bothered about it.
In the General Ward of the hospital, she would hark back to her roots in reverie. Something was corroding her inwardly. Her simpleton and poor parents would only gaze her anaemic face and morbid eyes. She was restless and fidgety. The apple of their eyes, their only daughter wasn’t all right.
Doctors couldn’t diagnose her disease for she gave a confused history about herself. There was total uncertainty in her voice. Perhaps she wasn’t adept in words, and maybe out of sheer gullibility she couldn’t reveal everything to strangers. All the medical investigations nullified her symptomatic illness.
One morning, when doctors on round arrived at her bed, it was empty. She had left the hospital against medical advice. Doctors knew the reason of her disappearance. The late night report of patient’s ultrasonography was known to all of them. They were in a state of shock, tightlipped and tormented. They silently passed the empty bed number 13 and moved on with their