Nilofer Qazi
April 2012
April 2012
I listened to a young army man recounting his experiences of
Siachen with sadness. Describing the grueling conditions in which our soldiers
both officers and sepoys endure both mental and physical pain, for what, some
would ask? Naively and so earnestly he
replied, I don’t know? A natural question we do ponder, in the isolation, in
our bunkers, all huddled up together battling going stark crazy through endless
silent white nights. But our seniors, who know better, must have a reason for
us to be here, it is not for me to question, I am a simple soldier and will do
as I am ordered. This blind faith in
those who should know better, is heartbreaking. Do we know better? Who knows
better? How do we calculate better?
Also, admitting a little
resentment felt by the soldiers serving at 22000 feet conditions, while their
officers live comfortably in cities, as
some very young soldiers’ die unnecessarily of high altitude sickness.
Amidst, this insanity, and baffling war, there are
heartwarming stories of shared humanity amongst deemed ‘enemies’. Posts meters away from one another stories of
comradeships on national days, holidays, between soldiers caught up in similar
conditions make us civilians wonder, to what heights are we willing to waste
precious lives and for what? But then again who are making these decisions I
ask?
In 1992 as young intern with AKRSP in Skardu, a young pilot’s wife taught me how to make Gulab Jamans; occasionally when I did meet her
husband between his flights to and from the various ‘Siachen’ bases, I learned
the mere financial cost of a single roti for each soldier was Rs 500. Sadly
in the summer of 1992 that pilot was shot down by ‘enemy fire” while delivering
supplies to our troops.
Silly and overly zealous nationalists try to
justify the unjustifiable; they argue do you want to leave your front door
unguarded however expensive it maybe? What idiocy? I remember my neighbourhood
not too many moons ago, where there were no guards or even locks on the door.
Having a safe neighbourhood is not inconceivable, however improbable it sounds
today. If we are to dream then at least dream peace! Living in fear has become a strategic
business plan for some in Pakistan. We do need an alternative business plan!
Blind faith or what? Incredulous were the stories of our
soldiers who continue to consider it an honour to serve in this nonexistent
battlefield. The heights to which mad nationalism will travel too and for what,
and whom? Does anyone take a moment to ponder the basics? Soldiers admit the ‘battle’ doesn’t exist up
there, only against the wrath of god manifest in excruciating inhumane
conditions testing the mind body and soul-only. Let alone the cost to our
exchequer some estimate $5 million a month, which we cannot afford.
It has taken 135 souls to perish for a national debate to
emerge-there is no strategic value when it kills with impunity. Let’s not forget the hundreds unaccounted for
who have also died before the 135 souls who most recently perished. This nation
has to begin to value every human life and develop plans and strategies in
accordance with safeguarding every individual citizen, yes individual, not institutional or some imagined communal, rights.
Reassuring, the Prime Minister saw fit to convene a DCC to
reflect on the ‘Siachen’ policy. Nawaz Sharif’s statement on the other hand,
thankfully and clearly outlines what should have been in our ‘national
interest’ -withdraw unilaterally and privilege the lives of your citizens
first! I am so not interested if Indians privilege their soldiers lives or not.
I care if we do. What are our national interest, when it maims physically
mentally and financially your nation?
Follow the money as someone wise once said. Who benefits
from this unholy venture? What kind of bravado is being demonstrated by this
fruitless disagreement? If the will to resolve this disagreement over an
imaginary line is paramount, then the powers that be will find a mutually
agreeable solution- But then the paramount value of a Pakistani soul Must drive
that process.
We all knew the Nato
supplies were going to be reopened the day they were closed, why? Because vested interests and enough pressure
would ensure this, then I say -We Are also not expendable. Not one soldier or
civilian in support of this misplaced adventure. Make it happen. No excuses.
Listening to the
brave young man in uniform I didn’t know how to respond to his ‘commitment’ to
serve unconditionally, when his nation in return has little commitment in
serving him.
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