False Identity

The first thing that strikes me when I return is the inherent duality of Kashmir. You can spot it anywhere you like.

It starts off from the airport itself. A particular family stands out from the rest. The way they express annoyance, the way they fake their accent, the way they flaunt their black shades in the dimly lit corridors. The support staff compliments their pirated conduct by behaving foolishly disciplined with cries of ‘Jenaabh’ thrown in once too often. Seeing this, you want to steer your way to home to unwind. As soon as you ease off and begin to get aware of the goings-on, you become concious of the fact that the place is dispossesed of electricity, well almost so. After all what good are voltages that are hovering around 100-150. The reason though is interesting. The neighbourhood is affluent (atleast moneyed enough to have a couple of cars, a lush garden, a domestic aid and definitely prosperous to boast off proflic mobile phone users). Strangely though, they pilfer and grind electric power to a low. Blatant contrariety. Just as you are being pampered with delicacies, the maid servant is silently discriminated against. The motherly affection seems incomplete.

As I grow weary of this dichotomy, and decide to motor out, deja vu strikes.

The sense of pride over Dal Lake belies the filth we shower in it.

The constant complain over roads and traffic management does not concur with smoldering plastic barriers.

Hijab and Immorality cannot coexist.

Ostentatious marriages do not chime in with the per capita income.

Economic liberty does not demand friday strikes.

The purpose of education is defeated by the gaudy display of swanky cars and flashy clothes.

The freedom we aspire is in antithesis with the inert and stagnant muddle we are.


    ~ by candidmusing on December 19, 2007.

    2 Responses to “False Identity”

    1. seems the contrariety is commonplace, these days! like a bullock cart pulling a dysfunctional Rolls Royce.

      Freedom is tough.

    2. False Identity is quite apparent, it is just a matter of realising it.

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