Saturday, January 20, 2018

Border (1997 film)

Border is a 1997 Indian war film based on the Battle of Longewala during the Indo-Pakistani War of 1971, produced and directed by J. P. Dutta. The film starred an ensemble cast of Sunny Deol, Sunil Shetty, Akshaye Khanna, Jackie Shroff in pivotal roles. The film is an adaptation from real life events that happened at the Battle of Longewala during the Indo-Pakistani War of 1971. The film was screened retrospective on August 13th 2016 at the Independence Day Film Festival jointly presented by the Indian Directorate of Film Festivals and Ministry of Defense, commemorating 70th Indian Independence Day.[2] It was the second highest grossing Bollywood film of the year worldwide behind Dil To Pagal Hai and highest grossing film of the year in india.

Synopsis

The film opens before the declaration of the Indo-Pakistani War of 1971. At a forward operating airbase, Indian Air Force Wing Commander Anand 'Andy' Bajwa, setting his stopwatch, waits for the air raid siren to go. As the siren goes, he sprints towards his MiG-21, armed, fuelled and ready for take off. Bajwa and his air force wingmen soon take off to an unknown airbase in Rajasthan. Once there, he is debriefed by his superior that he and his squadron are assigned to the Jaisalmer sector and have to fly the outdated Hawker Hunter Ground attack planes (with no night vision capabilities) to support the Indian Army. He is soon joined by his brother-in-arms army Major Kuldip Singh Chandpuri (played by Sunny Deol) as they meet on a courier flight and speak about the possibility of opening of the Western front in light of the East Pakistan conflict. Kuldip takes up command of a company of the 23rd Battalion Punjab Regiment, arguing the light defence being assigned to the military post of Longewala. He meets his second-in-command 2nd Lieutenant Dharamveer Bhan (Akshaye Khanna) (who happens to be the son of a 1965 Indo-Pakistani War veteran who was killed during that war) and the Company JCO Naib Subedar Mathura Das (Sudesh Berry). The company moves to a remote outpost in the deserts of Rajasthan and begin to expand the rudimentary Border Security Force (BSF) post and does observation of the area up to the international border with Pakistan. They meet the post's BSF commandant Bhairon Singh (Sunil Shetty), a deeply patriotic man who expresses his love for the desert.
During a night patrol, Kuldip, Dharamveer and Bhairon Singh come across a suspicious bunch of locals who turn out to be insurgents having informed the identities of the company to the Pakistani military. The trio get into a brief firefight killing all but one of the insurgents when Dharamveer hesitates to shoot the surviving insurgent, as he has never killed anyone. Kuldip severely derides him and shoots the insurgent himself, prompting Dharamveer to vomit. A badly shaken Dharamvir is comforted by Bhairon Singh and the two reminisce about their personal lives. Dharamveer recounts how he met his fiancee Kamla (Pooja Bhatt), a lively girl from his native village whom he had fallen for and how he got his mobilization orders on the day of his engagement to Kamla. Bhairon Singh recounts his wedding night, his first night with his bride (played by Sharbani Mukherjee), when he was called back to post and how he bids a tearful goodbye to his newly-wed wife Phool Kanwar.
The unit is joined by the charismatic Subedar Ratan Singh (Puneet Issar), a man of insatiable appetite and wit, with two 106mm jeep-mounted RCL guns to serve as an anti-armour unit. The company wireless operator picks up a spy transmitting from a nearby area and Dharamveer sets out to investigate. He ambushes the spy and kills the man, bringing the body back to the post to prove that he has overcome his fear of killing. The unit settles down to wait for the enemy as they keep track of the developing events on the radio. The Indian army starts moving forces to nearby locations preparing to attack if Pakistan tries to open the Western front. This gives hope of soon-to-come action for the men tired of the long wait in the hot and desolate desert. Naib Subedar Mathura Das is granted leave to attend to his wife (who is ailing with cancer) and children. The men receive letters with news from back home and talk among of themselves of the people they left to serve their country.
On the evening of 3 December 1971, the unit receives word that the enemy has attacked with Pakistan Air Force planes bombing multiple Indian airbases and that war has been officially declared by the Indian prime minister Indira Gandhi. Dharamveer Bhan and five of his soldiers are sent to patrol the border in a section; Bhairon Singh and his men are assigned to clear out the nearby villages. As Bhairon Singh is briefing the villagers on evacuation, Pakistani artillery batteries start shelling Indian positions and villages. Kuldip joins in the evacuation as heavy shelling occurs, leveling a whole village. In the meanwhile Dharamveer and his patrol spot Pakistani tanks (Chinese Type-59's) and infantry crossing the border into India. He reports back the enemy movement to Kuldip and is ordered to secretly follow the tanks without engaging them. Kuldip radios for air support and speaks to Wing Com Bajwa, who tells him that there can be no air support as his base has only Hunter-Fighters (which mentioned above cannot fly at night). Bajwa tells Kuldip to defend the post as long as possible and that he and his pilots would be in the battlefield at the first stroke of light. In despair, Kuldip radios his CO and explains his untenable position. He is given the option of either holding his post or retreat. He stays. Kuldip then gives the company the choice to leave the post or not, and they all prefer to stick with him and face the Pakistanis to their deaths.
As the unit digs in to face the enemy assault, Mathura returns and apologizes for deserting the men of his company. Kuldip thanks him for returning in time and assigns him to a M-40 RCL Jeep unit, promising Mathura that he will return to his family when the war is over. The post is surrounded by massed enemy armor and infantry while the shelling from across the border continues relentlessly. Fortunately, Kuldip manages to get the company to bury anti-tank mines around the post to prevent the tanks from barging in. Upon seeing one of his tanks being blown by one of the mines, the Pakistani commander Ghulam Dastagir hurls expletives at Kuldip addressing him by name and tells him to retreat or die. Kuldip lashes back and swears and insults Dastagir, addressing him by name. The Pakistani tanks open fire on the post and the battle begins with Kuldip ordering Mathura to destroy the tanks with his RCL units. Though the tide of the battle improving for the Indians at first, Mathura's RCL Jeep is hit by a tank shell, wounding him and prompting Bhairon Singh to extract him from the burning jeep. Mathura is fatally wounded when he goes to extract a recoil spring for Bhairon Singh's MMG and dies in Bhairon's arms. Subedar sacrifices himself to throw away an exploding tank shell to prevent several of his men from being killed. Another tank targets Bhairon's machine gun nest and destroys it, wounding Bhairon. He charges the same tank and destroys it with an anti-tank mine, killing himself and the Pakistani soldiers inside. Dharamveer breaks through the enemy cordon and returns to post, but his entire patrol is wiped out in the process. The Pakistani commander orders a bayonet charge on the Indian position but the attack is beaten back by the Indians with Dharamveer being severely wounded. The Indians capture a Pakistani private who reveals that the Pakistani column plans to capture Jaiselmer by morning, Jodhpur by afternoon, and reach Delhi by night.
As dawn nears, the Pakistanis launch a last-ditch attempt to overrun Longewala post with their massed assault of tanks and infantry, ignoring the danger of the anti-tank mines. Kuldip arming himself with an Anti Tank Rocket Launcher and a Bagful of Grenades gathers the remaining of his depleted force and prepares for a suicide counter-attack on the advancing enemy. The Indians engage in vicious hand-to-hand fighting with Kuldip jumping from tank to tank lobbing grenades down the turret hatches and killing tank commanders with Pistols. Dawn has broken as the fight heats up and Bajwa's Hunter squadron finally takes off from the Jaisalmer Base to aid Kudip's besieged company. The Pakistani attack breaks as tanks after tanks are hit by the planes firing rockets till they retreat across the border. The battle ends as a soldier tries to tell Dharamveer Singh about the victory and realizes that he is dead. The unit is relieved as Indian tanks and artillery arrive and more air-strikes beat back enemy reinforcements. The end credits roll as the Indians launch their counter-offensive and news of the deceased reach their homes, much to their families' sorrow.
During production and filming both the Indian Army and Air force was responsible for its generous contribution in providing vehicles, rifles and machine guns as well as uniforms and tactics used by Pakistani Army during the Battle of Longewala. T-55 tanks resembled Chinese origin Pakistani Type-59s, weapons of the 70s era like Bren machine guns and SLRs as well as Air force Planes like Hawker Hunters and MiG-21s were shown. All the actors especially Sunny Deol, Sunil Shetty, Akshaye Khanna and Jackie Shroff were nostalgic and felt elated and honored to be a part of such an epic War Movie.

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POSTED BY: VIPUL KOUL

Friday, January 19, 2018

Of Migration and Nostalgia: A Kashmiri Pandit girl’s homecoming hues

New generation of migrated Kashmiri Pandits who mainly visited Kashmir through the memories and musings of their elders often get fascinated by their roots. Here, a Kashmiri Pandit girl born and brought up in Delhi visits and deciphers her homeland’s abandoned site that once housed her migrated tribe.
I saw myself in broken mirror pieces. Those brittle pieces interspersed with dry mud had many secrets locked in its pointless sparkle. And what I saw was some other place in time. Somewhere, I thought I always belonged even though I had never been here.
But it was an explicit window into a world torn apart by years of abandonment. It is almost unbelievable that the road in Pulwama’s Haal village surrounded by shades of lush green and yellow can lead to something as surreal as what I saw.
My grandmother’s stories had come alive.
I had heard of abandoned Pandit houses here and even seen its glimpses in various documentaries. But as I began my road trip from the majestic Dal Lake, deeper into the villages of South Kashmir, my heart was in my mouth. That trip changed me forever.
With the halt of the car and my first step on the alien soil, my first sight caught some 10-odd houses – all out of place.
Surrounded by just ruins of different shapes and sizes, I traveled to a world in a time warp. Each house seemed like a time machine. I didn’t know which one to enter first. I was overwhelmed at the sheer irony of my surroundings which was an endless mass of land – a rare sight in Delhi. That place was peaceful but it was the kind of peace that comes to haunt you.
Those destroyed pieces of marvel were exactly the kind of houses I dreamt of living in. I encountered the kind of magical realism that one experiences in Harry Potter movies. No one would believe me but I saw magic happen right after I stepped into the first house I could. Hollow window frames were a window to an abandoned past. I felt like some special power transported me in the past, to live that past, even though the time-travel lasted just half an hour.
With rusted tin roofs and frail wooden foundations, it felt as if the house was still standing tall to tell a story.
Designed in rich Kashmiri woodwork, it must have been a sense of pride to live here, I thought to myself. There was a rectangular shelf probably meant for holding a mirror. As soon as I looked through it, I saw someone’s wife – dressed for some festivities, taking a final look at the mirror on the wall. She was giving the final touches to her freshly applied lipstick. She must have asked her husband how she looked. And he must have replied, “Naar hish!” (Fiery).
As I moved forth to enter the other room, my walk was broken by a lone shoe – lying unpolished for decades together. The years gone by had added layers of filth to it.
But I also saw the day when someone named somebody must have spent his first salary to buy it. It looked like a local make. He must have been so happy for his first job in a bank or a college somewhere nearby. He was happy and would carefully polish it every day. I wonder who owned the shoe. Can I reach him and give him this shoe? Will he be happy? What if he’s no more?
As more and more paraphernalia in that house began coming to life, I felt estranged from the sheer transience of time that we all try to avoid at some point or the other.
I didn’t feel like taking pictures or selfies like I would normally do. But this experience, which was soon to become a memory, hardly needed a visual testimony. Yet, each frame continues to be deeply etched in my memory.
As I hopped from one house to another, I felt like I was breaching someone’s privacy. This one, right next to the first one had more than seven rooms on two floors.
This one looked like a very well off family. The faces in my imagination were suddenly more regal. The wall of the hall where I guess the famous Kashmiri darbar (chit chat with extended family) must have taken place was very tastefully done in green. It had alternate rows made of small squares and triangles painted in pink, yellow and blue randomly. The woodwork on the roof – now withered, must have been magnificent and one of its kind in the entire town. The architect had an eye for detail. The chamber leading to the big wooden windows had pillars with small circles now filled with nothing but dust.
I imagined a lot of people coming in and out of the hall – having food and noon chai. After they were done, a lady member of the family, most likely the daughter, would clear the dastarkhaan and put the utensils in the sink which was separated from the main hall by a wall.
There was a small sink made of mud, with missing taps and utensils.
But I again saw someone curt, overburdened by utensils, trying to finish washing them before her back starts to pain. There were cemented shelves to keep boxes in the kitchen. I think the ladies in the kitchen were preparing for gaad-bat (fish with rice) for dinner.
Everybody in the family loved that. I saw innumerable boxes of Kashmiri spices, cloves, saffron and a giant bottle of oil kept ready for preparation. Some of the chilli powder entered my eyes and that’s when I got out of my daydream.
I had kept the worst house for the last. Worst – due to the scale of destruction. I felt bad for the owner. What would happen to him if he sees it in this condition today? But this worst house covered in the most amount of rubble was the most intriguing one. Actually, each house was one of its own. Still so, wrecked uniquely enough.
This one had only one room in solid form. It looked like one of the royal palaces of Udaipur. The walls of the only surviving room, seeming like a pooja room, were crafted like one of those effervescent paper-machie designs. Long strings of petals running from everywhere to everywhere.
Each corner had an extension to keep diyas. But here, I was not in a position to imagine any type-casted scenario.
As I leaned forward to pick up a piece of paper that was kept on the shelf, tears trickled down my cheeks. It had a picture of Shiva and bits and pieces of other Hindu gods. Everything was gone yet the pooja room was intact with its deities in place.
Deep inside I was wishing to go back in time and live a life like this. Or rebuild something good out of this rubble, right here, right now.
And then, a voice called me from behind when I was looking for another house to explore. “What are you looking for?” she asked. I was still lost, trying to get out of the world I just saw.
I told her that I was from Delhi and wanted to see this village and visit abandoned Pandit houses.
“What’s there to see here? This place is so boring,” she said.
I asked her who she was and what she was doing here. She was in her teens – bright and full of dreams to make it big as a boxer. There was a stark contrast between us. I was born and brought up in the cacophony of Delhi yet longed to live in a small, secluded place like this. But she, a fellow Kashmiri Pandit, born and brought up in Kashmir and Jammu occasionally, was sick of this place.
She told me she loved the city life of Jammu and has no one to talk to in Haal. I wish I could change places with her but the grass is always greener on the other side, I guess. But while I was there, I felt the grass was rather melancholic.
On my way back, even after I was miles away from that place, closer to the serene waters of the Dal Lake, it took me a while to get out of that place.

The author is a Journalist based in New Delhi. 
Views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author’s and do not necessarily reflect the editorial position and policy of Free Press Kashmir.






























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Crime

#JusticeForAsifa People in JK demand justice for 8-yr-old allegedly raped and murdered in Kathua

A local Gujjar leader said there were human bites on her body and her legs were broken.
Netizens across Jammu and Kashmir reacted sharply against the alleged rape and murder of an eight year old girl belonging to a nomadic tribe in Kathua district in Jammu and Kashmir.
Unidentified persons allegedly raped, tortured and killed the eight-year-old girl, idetified as Asifa. Rising Kashmir reported on Thursday, that the child’s body was found on Wednesday morning in Hiranagar area, after locals informed her family.
A woman from Rasana village in Hiranagar last saw the girl, at around 3.30 pm on January 10 when she was taking her horses for water, the daily said. “She did not return home and the family feared she had been abducted. We reached the Hiranagar Police Station on January 12,” an unidentified member of the victim’s family said.
“We have filed a First Information Report. A Special Investigation Team has been constituted,” Jammu Inspector General of Police SD Jamwal told NDTV.
Netizens also drew parallels with Zainab, a minor in Pakistan who was raped and dumped in a garbage site.
Ahmed Touseef wrote, “first Zainab from Pakistan and now Asifa Banoo, a seven year old girl from Kathua who was raped and murdered. Humanity has died. My heart is deeply greived and overwhelmed with pain… #JusticeForAsifa is what we demand.”
Shujaat Bukhari, the editor of Rising Kashmir wrote, “…when one wakes up to know about the horrendous news of kidnapping, rape and killing of 8-year old Asifa Bano in Kathua, this is gruesome incident beyond words. Sadly this savagery has no boundaries. #JusticeForAsifa.”
Guftar Ahmed Chowdhary shared a video of protests in Jammu University. “Jammu University students protest against Kathua Incident where Asifa Bano was kidnapped, raped and murdered,” he wrote.

Reacting to the incident Chief minister Mehbooba Mufti on Thursday expressed her outrage over the “heinous” murder of the eight-year-old girl.
Mufti took to Twitter to express her resentment and also assured of investigation into the case.
“Outraged by the heinous incident in which a young Bakerwal girl has lost her life. Incidents like this will be investigated expeditiously & the guilty will be punished,” she said.
Earlier on Thursday, opposition parties had staged a walkout from the Legislative Assembly to protest against the murder of the girl of Bakerwal community in Kathua district of Jammu and Kashmir.
As soon as proceedings of the House began, Congress and NC legislators stood up to protest against the murder of the little girl of Kathua. Uproar in the Assembly led to launching an inquiry into the matter. Locals allege that Police responded very late in the matter.