CONNECT WITH ROOTS – Diary of a Kashmiri Pandit teenager

When we talk about name, we donot talk about name only, it includes everything which stands associated with you. It includes your family, clan, land and above all it encompasses all the anchors which bind you to an identity. Identity which shapes your ecosystem for living a life in this world while upholding a set of beliefs and practices. Though we live as a cosmopolitan beings yet our individual identity impacts everything which surrounds us. As a singular unit we build an eco system which while impacting our individual belief system does cast an impression on others. Precisley this is the reason why the thinkers have always emphasized on connect with roots. Those beings who are connected with roots are firm to the resolve of shaping the ideal eco system impacting the lives of all the beings in their eco system.

Introducing myself as a teenage Kashmiri Pandit girl whose roots are connected to the Kashmir described as the paradise in world born and raised in the United States of America. I grew up in California with penning my thoughts as a passion. Growing up most of my life, I was ignorant about my roots, and was spoon-fed lies by people giving their opinions about Kashmir issue. My parents were teenagers when they were forced to leave the valley. My parents were made up in the minority of the Kashmiri Pandits during their time in Kashmir, and my mother described to me how life truly was like in Kashmir before the exodus as a Kashmiri Pandit and the hardships Kashmiri Pandits had to face after their forced displacement. Though she never directly meant it, but her words described her religion and beliefs as an ignominy. It pierces my heart and soul when she narrates those anecdotes where the minorities were barred from even practicing their religious beliefs it freely and stones were thrown at places of worship all this while a set of people were worshiping. Yes, I countered her at times with sheer inquisition considering here in the United States, I cannot imagine what it must feel like to be prohibited from practicing my own religion. But going through my father’s analysis, media, firsthand account through relatives,  and other sources my belief in her words has strengthened over time.

My mother and father both migrated from the valley, leaving a piece of their heart behind, and had to start fresh life in Jammu right from scratch. Leaving their mansions behind, they had to settle for places that were lower. They were penned as burden and “refugees in their own country”. Thirty years later and the sad but true story of the Pandits continues to stay hidden to the world outside. No one has spoken forth of the pain of these displaced people, and many people twist words around instead victimize those who caused the pain. Ironically the world speaks about the oppressors as victims and the oppressed Kashmiri Pandits as ‘burden’.

 

Growing up far away from the Kashmir where my parents were born, I was always in the cusp of chaos between two cultures The cultures in India and America differentiate, therefore making it harder for me to realize who I actually am. You call it a divine will or the call of roots, I had a realization a couple of months ago that I am one of those few people left in the world who represent the true history of Kashmir. The almanac (Jantari) which my father specially procures from Jammu mentions my existence of nearly 5000 years. Imagine few of hyms scripted in the Almanac are nearly 2000 year old giving an impression that the world is a toddler in front of my existence. Yes. It fills me with ego, but the message of those hymns which my father often passes on to me melts my ego to humility and pride.

Growing up in America, I always knew that I was from Kashmir, but I never knew what I symbolized. I remember going to Kashmiri weddings and seeing the bride adorn a bright Dejhoor in her ear. I would always admire its simplicity and how that piece of jewelry was so alluring.  But my allurement in this dangling jewellery turned into absolute veneration when I gathered the knowledge that this ornament which adorns every Kashmiri Pandit married lady stands as an epitome of union of Shiva and Shakti. It stays with her throughout her life, even after the unfortunate death of the husband.

I never thought once on the history that it represented because at that point of time, I was so enticed in the American culture that I never contemplated to look into it or any other Kashmiri traditions. I feel so ashamed that it is now, at fourteen years of age, that I finally start to gain an understanding of who I am. My goal is to not tell the story of the painful night of January 19- The Kashmiri Pandit Holocaust day although more people should understand the truth behind that day. My goal is to let others like me, ignorant Kashmiri pandit youth, embrace their culture and learn how to balance it out. There’s a big blue book in my household by the fireplace that has been there my whole life that is filled with Kashmiri stories, food, traditions, etc,  and never once did I think to open it and read about my roots. I still remember going to Shivratri functions and singing Kashmiri leelas (Hymns) such as Hosh Dim Lagyo and Dimyo Dilass, but never truly understand stood the meaning of these songs.

Every year on my Kashmiri birthday, my family performs a ritual / puja with traditional yellow rice called Tehar, Steamed Fried potatoes (dum aloo), Cottage Cheese (Czhaman), Lotus stem cooked in curd (nadroo yakhni), and more foods, yet I never really paid attention to the significance of the ritual (puja). What I now learn about this ritual is that in our belief system, we firmly believe that this body is the temple where the Soul (Atman) resides. This ritual is meant to worship the Atman in the temple called body on its birth day. Celebrating life is what our belief system teaches us, something very akin to the American style of life.

I was never interested in learning about my heritage, but now I realize how important it is. Like many other youth, I was too swept up in the fantasy of a perfect American life that I completely forgot about my own identity. I was too focused on pleasing other people by fitting into their culture while letting my own culture gradually slip away. I’m very thankful that I held onto it initially through my parents and now I have embraced it. It is now embedded in my soul and no person can ever take that away from me.

My sole purpose is to help guide others to their true identity. A couple months ago, exactly on January 19, my mom told me the true story of the Kashmiri pandits, a story that I had never heard before. In the process, my mom started to cry as she recalled the terrible events, and that was a unique day when my mom had been open about her past. Never once had she told this to me before, but on that day, it had felt like a door had opened. That was the day I finally realized who I am and how I must maintain the balance of being a Kashmiri-American. From that day forward, I started reading books about Kashmir history and culture and the trauma of displacement in 1990. I started watching interviews about the true Kashmir and what the accurate history behind it was. In secret, I would take the blue book by the fireplace and I would read some of the folklore to establish a connect, reliving some of those in my mind. The Kashmiri Pandits have been forced out of their homes seven times in its history, yet the enriching culture of the Kashmiri Pandits (Bhattas) still continues to survive. I must not be hidden under a mattress of lies, but I must come out and tell everyone who I really am and what I represent. I am a Bhatta – the learned. Seeking Knowledge and learning is inherent to us all.

I may not have experienced the horrors that befell Kashmir on January 19, my blood boils  when I hear or read about those times. It is important that we keep culture rich and alive throughout generations all over the world. When the Kashmiri Pandits will safely return to their beloved homes is a mystery. It could be 2 years, or it could be 200. This should not be the bar Kashmiri Youth from instilling their values, to keep it going till the Kashmiri Pandits do rightfully return to their homes. God blessed us with a voice and we will raise it. We will talk about our culture and the hardships that we have gone through that no one else can experience. From any corner of the world that we may be in, it is important to remember who we are, and never forget that. We are the apostles of peace and brotherhood and violence is not our creed.

30 Comments

  1. Well written piece. Outstanding!! You have penned your thoughts about your kashmiri roots so nicely and beutifully. Keep writing, god bless you.

  2. Fantastic dear. You elaborated it wonderfully well. God bless.

  3. Rajeev Kathpalia

    Great thoughts penned by you. Hope to visit Kashmir with Sanju and you.

  4. Anjali koul

    God bless you beta.It is the need of an hour every youngster should know what happened with their elders in Kashmir

  5. Rajinder kaul

    Really it has touched my heart to read the full text that you at this tender age has felt the importance of the culture of this exiled community ( Kashmiri Pandits) to which you and i belong and craving to know more . At the same time your parents need to be appreciated who have shown their responsibility to carry over it to you though being in an advanced and most powerful nation of the world.
    Hope you inspire the other teen aged people of this community in India or abroad by your write ups in future.
    With such a feeling within you , I foresee homeland secured and guaranteed .
    God bless you.

  6. Neyha Kaul

    Totally thought provoking article for your peers. I look forward to more such pieces that would enlighten Kashmiri American kids.

  7. Vineet Razdan

    Loads of love to the little angel…So riveting…

  8. The love of Mother Kashmir keeps Kashmiri Batta Community pushing.
    Thanks for penning down nicely our memories Godbless You

  9. Reena moza

    Dear Esha, Well written & Outstanding 👌Great thoughts nicely Penned by you about your kashmiri roots. God bless you. Keep on writing 👍

  10. Sunita Sharma

    Very well written and proud of you. God bless you .

  11. Anupama Munshi

    Very articulate writeup.God Bless you Esha .Keep on writing and inspiring our youngsters.

  12. Ajay Bhatt

    An outstanding piece of work.You are much more mature than your age suggests.Kudos to your parents who have brought you up with such values

  13. Ashoke Kachroo

    A well written piece. Bless you my dear!!!

  14. Surrender jotshi.

    Being kicked out of your own home and people around you watching your plight with utter indifference was shocking to say the least. The state with all military and police at its command didn’t once persue us to stayback instead they facilitated our departure. May be they too like militants wanted us to leave. And till date we are yet to return if at all we can.

  15. Sushma Kaul

    Esha Salman you have written it so well. You are our future. More power to ur pen.

  16. Very well written. Even though you live in US and being next generation, understanding your roots and learning your heritage is so impressive and much appreciated bring this to the next level for all youngsters who has no clue. I hope this inspires this coming generation as well!
    God bless you beta!

  17. I am impressed by your passion for finding out who you are! Congratulations, keep it up.

  18. Susheel Raina

    Very well written.. Existence defined Via knowledge.. Lord bless you…

  19. THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!!!

  20. Ravinder Handoo

    God Bless you, nicely summarized your thoughts and Kashmiri traditions. Keep on writing .h

  21. Ashwin Safaya

    Wonderfully expressed and thought provoking.
    Should inspire KP youth to embrace Kashmiri heritage and culture.

  22. Murar ji Kaul

    Great. Our future leader .We are right behind you and encouraging you with each step forward We are proud of you- Keep up the good work of writing more and more about your new experiences while going through the other Text books written by our eminent writers on the subject of our exile from our Motherland Kashmir God bless you I remember your Maternal Grand Father Udhay Aima today. He too must be feeling delighted today in Heaven as his blessings are with you God bless you

  23. Nitika Sethi

    Beautiful piece of work Esha. It’s amazing to see how You, the youth is so centred and can really connect with what happened in past. Best wishes for your future work. Look forward to reading more from you

  24. Roshan Kaul

    Written with anguish yet with dignity and pride makes me feel proud of the 14-year old girl named Esha Salman. The write-up embodies an outpouring of all that could be encompassed in a book. I wish the budding writer godspeed and more power to her elbow!

  25. Maharaj Koul

    A candid representation of historical facts with ease and simplicity. Esha has grown under a vibrant parenthood full of resilience and empathy. The facts she has revealed in her write up are real and accurate.
    I wish her best in her life with the prayer that like her father she glorifies her talent and the name of her
    Wonderful Parents.

  26. Rajinder Jogi

    It was nice to read you. It is the duty of every parent to study and know more about their land of birth, their culture, their traditions and also to make their children aware of all this.
    I hope your article remains a source of inspiration for other children.

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