Winter was about to set it but the climate around Tube factory in Jamshedpur was still warm. I was playing with my brother on the veranda when mom called us inside. Doors were shut and all windows closed even though it was still not cold outside. We were pushed to the living room where Doordarshan was broadcasting news. It was quite unusual for DD to broadcast news in the evening but I soon found out why. Babri Masjid was being attacked my Kar Sewaks with unconfirmed reports that it has already been demolished. Even though at that age, 9 years, no one gives a damn about politics but I was born sensitive so was infuriated at a Masjid being demolished. Even though I didn’t know the names of RSS/VHP/BJP leaders but their continuous venomous speeches had made me realise that that they are ‘bad people’, at least for the Muslims (Fortunately Shahi Imam Bukhari was not a media darling at that time).
Everyone’s eyes were fixed to the BPL TV which we bought few months ago. We had the extra ordinary comfort of electricity supply for 24X7 free as my father is in the central electricity department but still that day extra care was taken to shut the lights off in other rooms. 4 of us were sitting in the room with my father looking through the Railway schedule. Finally news dropped in at around 8 in the night that Babri Masjid has been brought down. DD even showed images from the site where Kar Sewaks were on the top of the dome with their weapons, few ‘bad leaders’ claiming victory for Hindus and also calling it just a beginning. So that meant even the Mosque in Kashi and Benras were under threat.
My mom then told us that we are leaving for Puri tomorrow morning. We lived in area where these Kar Sewaks could easily walk in our house and take that BPL TV. Plus my mom told us later that the area on the other side of the Tube factory was cleansed of Muslim population in riots of 1979. Next day reports came in of riots breaking out in many parts of country. My school was closed so that meant I didn’t have to make excuses when it reopens. We left for Puri in the evening only to return back when the riots in the other parts of the country have calmed down. Why Puri? Well its a city of temples and there are few local Muslims! We had a nice trip roaming from one temple to another in the city tour sponsored by hotel we checked into. Our BPL TV was still there and things returned to normalcy in few weeks.
Being a sensitive child I learned a lot from the experience-
1. Names like Honey and Sunny don’t reveal one’s religion (this is what we were called on the trip to Puri)
2. There is someone called Mr. Togadia who hates Muslims more than he would have hated his girl friend after being ditched by her.
3. Muslims aren’t safe in India. They can be killed at will. Women can be made to lose there purity and most horrifically even the child in the womb of a pregnant women isn’t safe.
4. People can go to any extreme to impose their ideology on non-believers.
5. Congress cannot protect the rights of Muslims. (Late Shri P V Narshima Rao is soon to be a hated man among Muslims. No one celebrated when he died but no one expressed his sympathies either)
6. Muslims in India are aliens as we came to India via the lineage of Babar and hence our cleansing is as prerequisite as was that of the British to establish India as a world power to reckon with.
7. We have 60 or so Muslim nations so why do need India to live!

I slowly started feeling grown up. Suddenly the whole world seemed to be an entirely different place to me, it was now divided into compartments of Hindus and Muslims. Even though nothing happened at school but I occasionally heard conversations, of seniors, in which the riots were being discussed. I never said a word when I used to hear someone’s happiness at the Babri Masjid being destroyed but just swallowed this bitter pill without disturbing the lines on my face.
To be continued….
[Inspired by the movie 'Black Friday', review here
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Interesting. You sarcastic posts have really made me a slave of your blog