Last year India turned “seventy-five”. Indians celebrated their independence while reflecting on all that had been sacrificed for it. When I studied this poem I remember I was in Mr Foster’s class, we were talking about stories from the partition. My grandmother and her siblings and family lived in the Sindh region, then India now Pakistan, and, especially being Hindu, they watched with horror and helplessness as their home was stripped from them without any care or consideration for their situation. They had to leave almost all of what they owned and loved behind, and they got on a ship to Mumbai. I have huge respect for how they made lives for themselves, in their new homes, often in the medical profession. And indeed my dad’s side of the family still celebrate their Sindhi identity, they insist I have some of it in me too, so the culture lives on. India was always there, after all. Cyril Radcliffe was given a map with outdated statistics and knew nothing about the human geography of the frontier region he was about to create. The communities that were about to be split apart and the massacres that would ensue. The Partition attempted to solve Hindu-Muslim conflicts which were exaggerated by many of the key players who called for it. But that solution never came. Kashmir remains a “no man’s land” of sorts, a place which would be such a wonder if it didn’t lie in the shadow of the dispute that’s continued for years. Successive governments do little to solve the problem, with increasingly nationalistic views making the conflict more and more hostile. Many think that now that both states have gone nuclear (neither are signatories of the Non-Proliferation Treaty) any further conflict will be highly risky. Ahmedabad is safely in India but the state it’s in, Gujarat, neighbors the Sindh region of now-Pakistan. Chances are huge numbers of refugees were packing onto trains for long journeys in likely squalid conditions, losing belongings and likely loved ones along the way, and ending up in a new place traumatized, disorientated and in severe distress. Many train carriages were set alight by guerrilla groups with refugees deliberately trapped inside; those arriving were lucky that theirs was not one of them. Not everyone was educated or aware enough to know what was going on or the context to the violence. There was little if any help for the most vulnerable, children, the elderly and disabled. And even in places of India far from the border, lives changed forever even if the world around those changing lives was business as usual.
Last year India turned “seventy-five”. Indians celebrated their independence while reflecting on all that had been sacrificed for it.
When I studied this poem I remember I was in Mr Foster’s class, we were talking about stories from the partition.
My grandmother and her siblings and family lived in the Sindh region, then India now Pakistan, and, especially being Hindu, they watched with horror and helplessness as their home was stripped from them without any care or consideration for their situation.
They had to leave almost all of what they owned and loved behind, and they got on a ship to Mumbai. I have huge respect for how they made lives for themselves, in their new homes, often in the medical profession.
And indeed my dad’s side of the family still celebrate their Sindhi identity, they insist I have some of it in me too, so the culture lives on. India was always there, after all.
Cyril Radcliffe was given a map with outdated statistics and knew nothing about the human geography of the frontier region he was about to create. The communities that were about to be split apart and the massacres that would ensue.
The Partition attempted to solve Hindu-Muslim conflicts which were exaggerated by many of the key players who called for it.
But that solution never came.
Kashmir remains a “no man’s land” of sorts, a place which would be such a wonder if it didn’t lie in the shadow of the dispute that’s continued for years.
Successive governments do little to solve the problem, with increasingly nationalistic views making the conflict more and more hostile.
Many think that now that both states have gone nuclear (neither are signatories of the Non-Proliferation Treaty) any further conflict will be highly risky.
Ahmedabad is safely in India but the state it’s in, Gujarat, neighbors the Sindh region of now-Pakistan. Chances are huge numbers of refugees were packing onto trains for long journeys in likely squalid conditions, losing belongings and likely loved ones along the way, and ending up in a new place traumatized, disorientated and in severe distress. Many train carriages were set alight by guerrilla groups with refugees deliberately trapped inside; those arriving were lucky that theirs was not one of them.
Not everyone was educated or aware enough to know what was going on or the context to the violence. There was little if any help for the most vulnerable, children, the elderly and disabled.
And even in places of India far from the border, lives changed forever even if the world around those changing lives was business as usual.
thank you so much for these videos, really appreciate them!!
Thank you so much, you're such a life saver. 😊
Thank you so much for your work man, your litterally saving me grade
could you do an analysis video on, we lived happily during the war, its on the ocr anthology for 2024 ?
ty, very nice video sir
Ahmedabad my city 💪 🕉️ 🔥
cold video, sir 🥶
Are you going to make a video for every strike day? Keep it up, love your videos! 😍