Thursday, February 22, 2007

a train of the poor പാവങ്ങളുടെ തീവണ്ടി

i ran into this unique voice that stood out from the cacophony of the recent samjhouta incident. a touching article in The Indian Express by Sagarika Ghose dealing with some different aspects of the trip that is supposed to bridge gaps. i loved the article so much that i didn't want to finish off the post by just placing a link to it. instead i copied the entire thing and pasted it here:

"A train of the poor:

The Samjhauta Express carries so many small and precious possibilities on board. After the investigations into the blasts are over, we need to ask why officialdom on both sides treats them with such suspicion and disregard

On a freezing January night three years ago two Indian Express journalists queued up to board the train to Pakistan. The Attari-Samjhauta Express stood at the Old Delhi railway station decorated with buntings, gold and silver paper stars and rose and marigold garlands. The train had been suspended in 2002 after the attack on the Indian Parliament, but now after a gap of two years, once again the humble little friendship express was all set to trundle between families torn apart by AK-47s, wire borders and massed troops.

On January 15 2004, the journalists had expected a sentimental flower-laden journey across the train’s inaugural run across the border. Instead we found ourselves on a gruelling trip aboard an inconvenient train, with customs officers and policemen harassing passengers at every turn. The mood on board was anything but syrupy and sentimental. Instead it was robustly impatient with the whims of politicians.

The Samjhauta Express or the Attari Express leaves Old Delhi railway station at 10 pm. It then travels to Attari, where the Attari Express changes formally into the Samjhauta Express. Three years ago this train too like the Indian one that comes to Attari was decorated with flowers, balloons and buntings. Ceremonially dressed BSF horsemen escorted the train to the border.

Who are the passengers aboard the Samjhauta Express? The Samjhauta Express is a train of the poor. It is a train of those who cannot afford to take the flight. And it is a train of those who journey to the Pakistan High Commission in Delhi from small towns in UP and Rajasthan to camp in the capital for months, sleeping in Nehru Park or ISBT in the sometimes hopeless wait for a visa.

The Samjhauta Express has few windows and on January nights a freezing wind rushes through the compartments as the passengers huddle under blankets. A great source of warmth is the smoke of Bidi No. 30. Every traveller is laden with gifts. Coconuts, elaichis, pressure cookers (much cheaper in India than in Pakistan), paan and cashew. One mother whose daughter is married in Pakistan said her daughter misses idlis, dosas and chow mein. In a tiffin packed tightly under plastic she proudly said she was taking uttapam and hakka noodles to Hyderabad.

There was a millworker from Bhilwara, a shawl merchant from Kashmir, jewellery shop owners from Indore. There was a graduate of the Aligarh Muslim University whose parents live on both sides of the border and who told us that every time he visits Pakistan, “agency-wallahs” (the ISI) try to recruit him. There was a Bollywood aspirant who loved India, there was a clerk from Palanpur and for us, the highlight of the trip, there was little Areeba with the face of an angel who darted between her parents legs peering out with a truly devilish grin.

Rishtedaari was the obsessive topic of conversation aboard the Samjhauta Express. The shawl merchant from Kashmir was on his way to visit his father’s grave.The Bollywood aspirant had come to India to catch a glimpse of Bombay, a city she said she loved more than her own parents. The millworker from Bhilwara and his wife had no children. They had saved money for three months to visit their nieces in Pakistan.

At almost every station in the journey, the travellers were poked and prodded by policemen. Constables jabbed at their bags, pulled down their beddings and opened up their suitcases. A packet of shami kababs was torn open. A tin of almonds sent skittering to the floor. After yesterday’s blasts, as the experts debate on the lack of intelligence on terrorism, maybe they should devote some attention to how brutally innocent passengers are treated by the police, how the stigma of “terrorist” seems to sit on every one of them just because they happen to be poor Muslims. A little less prejudice and a little more intelligence would perhaps stand the police in better stead when dealing with the passengers of the Samjhauta Express.

The customs and immigration formalities on the train are ghastly. Or at least they were three years ago. A six hour interminable wait takes place at Attari after the train pulls in there at 4 am. Officials are rude, rough and late. There was not a single seat at Attari station and passengers had to wait for hours until the first immigration officer turned up in the morning. Kafka-esque dramas followed after that, with parrot salesmen and peanut-traders being asked questions about the South Asian Free Trade Agreement and the ban on trade at the border.

“Why are you bringing parrots?” screamed an immigration officer. “To sell sir,” said the trader from Jaipur. “It’s illegal!” barked the officer. “No, no I want to sell parrots,” insisted the salesman. “You are a criminal!” shouted the officer. “But my family is in the parrot business for years,” insisted the salesman.

Many of the passengers simply do not know how to fill forms. Many don’t have passports because they believe that the passport of one family member is enough to see them through. The chaotic clash between illiterate rural folk and prejudiced brutal officialdom is perhaps similar to what would happen if international checkpoints were set up at Delhi’s Inter State Bus Terminus.

The story of harassment and delay is the same at Wagah. Here, the Pakistani customs and immigration officials are equally dilatory. The queues are endless, many go to sleep, there is the same all-round loud bewilderment at the triplicate forms. In the process many miss their connecting trains.

All high-sounding Confidence Building Measures and Composite Dialogue Process and Track II diplomacy seem like elite luxuries, mere diplomatic piffle compared to the gritty traumas on the Samjhauta Express. If the Indo-Pak dialogue wants to make a difference to ordinary lives, then perhaps the sharp-suited ambassadors and foreign secretaries might try to improve the quality of travel on this so-called showpiece of a train.

The last word of our journey thus belonged to Syed Yakoob, a tele-marketing operator: “All those rich people who go to seminars and talks on India-Pakistan peace, why don’t they actually travel by the Samjhauta Express to see what India-Pakistan peace is really about?”

(Sagarika Ghose is senior editor CNN-IBN)

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സംഝൗത എക്സ്പ്രസ്സിനെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള ഒച്ചയുടെയും ബഹളത്തിന്റെയുമിടയില്‍ ഈ മനോഹരമായ ലേഖനം കാണാനിടയായി. ഇന്ത്യന്‍ എക്സ്പ്രസ്സില്‍ സാഗരിക ഘോഷ്‌ എഴുതിയ ലേഖനം വിടവുകള്‍ നികത്താന്‍ തയ്യാറാക്കപ്പെട്ട തീവണ്ടിയെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള ചില പ്രധാനകാര്യങ്ങള്‍ പറയുന്ന ഒരു വേറിട്ട ശബ്ദമാണ്‌. ലേഖനം വല്ലാതെ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെട്ടുപോയതുകൊണ്ട്‌ ഒരു ലിങ്കില്‍ ഒതുക്കാന്‍ മനസ്സു വന്നില്ല. അത്‌ മുഴുവന്‍ അങ്ങനെ തന്നെ കോപ്പി- പേസ്റ്റ്‌ ചെയ്തു (മുകളില്‍).


സ്വപ്നാടകന്‍ said...

സര്‍, copy/paste ന് നന്ദി. ഇല്ലായിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍ ഞാന്‍ ഒരിക്കലും ഈ ലേഖനം കാണാനിടയില്ലാകുമായിരുന്നു. blog ചെയ്തതു വഴി അത് internet ന്റെ ചരിത്രത്തിന്റ്റെ ഒരു ഭാഗമാകുന്നു...

[sorry, earlier comment had to be deleted since it contained some errors...]

Anonymous said...

A very true story was narrated by a very valuable and having true feelings of the passengers travelling by Samjhauta Express after getting visa through a lot of process at both sides.

Recently my mother also visited India by same train and she also have had to face a lot of problems likely what mentioned in the news. Well done!

Tq. DR. Tanveer A. Khan. Malaysia.

deepdowne said...

thanks DR. Tanveer..

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