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1984 Delhi massacres: The week that was (Part II)

Sunrays.jpgThis is the second part of the 1984 memories from a friend. We will call him Mr. Singh.

On the night of 2nd or 3rd Nov ( I was in class 9)…I don’t remember what was the date, it was 1 am in the night, I was standing on the 2nd floor balcony with my uncle & dad and I could see fire and white smoke around 300 metres away. Also the rioters were banging lathis on the ground and making raucous noises. My view was blocked by building and trees…this went on for 20 minutes, I was scared and thought that I will not live through the night. It was so scary that I couldn’t take any more of it and I went and sat on my bed, thinking that today is the last night of my life….I don’t remember when I slept, but when I got up in the morning, I could see sunrays streaming down on my bed sheet….for a moment I thought I had died and was in heaven, it touched myself and shouted for my mom to check if I was alive. After 25 years I still remember the bright sunlight shining on my bed sheet. Later I came to know that shop in the nearby market was partially burnt and no one was hurt as the owner was not around.

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  1. I was there, in the house, when i saw 500 angry men walking towards my house, my mother held my arm tightly and asked me to run towards the window, which opened in the road behind.

    We jumped out of the window, and entered a neighbours house, and hid there for more than an hour, while the angry mob burned everything in the house.

    By the time it was done, it was midnite, i could see flames coming out of every window, of the house. i had never seen my house burning before, and specially if this was the house you were born, and this was the only place you knew.

    My mother told me that everything is ok, though i knew, it was not. more than the physical loss of property, it was the loss of trust in the system, and the sudden feeling of fear, and being in an alien land, where everyone was ready to kill you, cos you are a sikh was constantly hurting within you.

    My life changed after that incident, i lived as a refugee for next few months, got to wear cloths donated by friends and family, as all my cloths were burnt. lived in a one room for many months to come, as my house was not livable anymore.

    Left U.P. and shifted to Punjab and had a tacit support for the militancy for a few years.

    Those were the days, times have changed, 25 years have passed, but many times it feels as if all of it happened yesterday. No one should undergo such an incident in their life..

    regards

    Ajender

  2. I was there, in the house, when i saw 500 angry men walking towards my house, my mother held my arm tightly and asked me to run towards the window, which opened in the road behind.

    We jumped out of the window, and entered a neighbours house, and hid there for more than an hour, while the angry mob burned everything in the house.

    By the time it was done, it was midnite, i could see flames coming out of every window, of the house. i had never seen my house burning before, and specially if this was the house you were born, and this was the only place you knew.

    My mother told me that everything is ok, though i knew, it was not. more than the physical loss of property, it was the loss of trust in the system, and the sudden feeling of fear, and being in an alien land, where everyone was ready to kill you, cos you are a sikh was constantly hurting within you.

    My life changed after that incident, i lived as a refugee for next few months, got to wear cloths donated by friends and family, as all my cloths were burnt. lived in a one room for many months to come, as my house was not livable anymore.

    Left U.P. and shifted to Punjab and had a tacit support for the militancy for a few years.

    Those were the days, times have changed, 25 years have passed, but many times it feels as if all of it happened yesterday. No one should undergo such an incident in their life..

    regards

    Ajender

  3. Ajender – thanks for sharing your experience! I cannot claim I can understand your state at that time.. but I can respect your life lived since and the choices made.

    If there is anyway you have any advise on how you got the strength to make those choices despite every urge to redeem (revenge) the loss.. it will help everyone a lot!

  4. Ajender – thanks for sharing your experience! I cannot claim I can understand your state at that time.. but I can respect your life lived since and the choices made.

    If there is anyway you have any advise on how you got the strength to make those choices despite every urge to redeem (revenge) the loss.. it will help everyone a lot!

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