The stories of Jihad – Bangla Hindus and their migration.
This book comes at a time when the debate on CAA rages in the country with those opposing the Amendments to the Citizenship Act have chosen to neglect the sufferings of the persecuted minorities in the three neighboring Islamic countries. This timely work narrates untold stories of persecution of Hindus in Bangladesh.
The authors have met these refugees who are living in Karnataka in person and accounted their stories of persecution, misery and sorrow. Each chapter narrates a gut wrenching story of Hindus who suffered at the hands of Jihadis there. Some of those who tormented them and targeted them were their neighbors, acquaintances for many years and residents of the same locality or village.
Each story narrated by the victim shows the kind of torment they had to endure at the hands of the Jihadis, the loss of lives and property and the conditions under which they had to take a decision to leave their motherland and find refuge in India. The way they suffered through their journey from their hometowns to a refugee camp in India, the issues they faced here and way they rebuilt their lives has been poignantly explained.
Too intense to write a review. This book documents stories of Jihad on Bangla Hindus and their migration into India. It shows the life of Bangla Hindus who underwent atrocities in East Pakistan. We need more books on such subjects. We Indians have the attitude of forget everything and move on like it is going to help us. We can already see what Hindus are facing in Bangladesh. Books like this help you in reminding our past. Along with this book, do read Bengal's Hindu Holocaust: The Partition of India & Its Aftermath by Sachi G Dastidar.
ನೀವು ಯಾವ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದದಿದ್ದರೂ ಇದೊಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದಿಬಿಡಿ. ಇದನ್ನು ಓದುವಾಗ ಕುದಿಯುವ ನೀರು ಮೈಮೇಲೆ ಎರಚಿದಾಗ ಆಗುವ ಉರಿಯಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಹಸಿವಾದಾಗ ಸಿಟ್ಟು ಬರುತ್ತದಲ್ಲ ಭಗ ಭಗ ಅಂತಹ ಸಿಟ್ಟು ಉಕ್ಕಿ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ. ಒಂದು ನೆನಪಿಡಿ. ಅದು ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ಶಾಂತಿಯ ಮತ ಅಲ್ಲ. ಶಾಂತಿ ಪಾಲಿಸಿ ಅಂತ ಅವರ ಕಡೆಯವ ಯಾರಾದರೂ ಹೇಳಿದರೆ ಅವ ಆ ಮತವನ್ನು ತಿಳಿದುಕೊಂಡಿರಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ನಾವೆಲ್ಲ ವೃತ್ತಿ ನಿಮಿತ್ತ ಹುಟ್ಟೂರನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ನಗರಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದವರು. ನಮಗೆ ನೆನಪಿಗೆ ಊರಿದೆ. ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆಯ ನೆನಪಿದೆ. ಯಾವತ್ತಾದರೂ ಹೋಗಬಹುದಾಗಿದೆ. ಅಲ್ಲೇ ನೆಲೆಸುವ ಕನಸಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಇವರಿಗೆ? ನೆನಪುಗಳೂ ಕ್ರೂರ. ಇರುವ ನೆಲೆಯೂ ಅಪರಿಚಿತ. ಇದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಈ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಪುಸ್ತಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ ಅಂದರೆ ಸೆಕ್ಯುಲರ್ ಅಂತ ಮಾತಾಡುವವರಿಗೆ ಎರಡು ಬಾರಿಸುವ ಅನಿಸುವಷ್ಟು. ನಿರೂಪಣೆಯೂ ಚಂದ. ಓದಿ. ಓದಿಸಿ. ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಕೂಡ.
ಓದುವಾಗ ಉಸಿರು ಬಿಗಿಹಿಡಿದು ನಿರಂತರವಾಗಿ ಓದಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಯಿತು. ಮುಗಿದ ನಂತರ ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಒಂದು ಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬಳೇ ಕುಳಿತು ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಅಳಬೇಕೆನ್ನಿಸಿತು.
ಕೆಲ ದಿನಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನಮ್ಮ ನನ್ನ ಕೇಳದೇ ನಾನು ಬಳಸದ ನನ್ನ ವಸ್ತುಗಳನ್ನು ಯಾರಿಗೋ ಕೊಟ್ಟರೆಂದು ಗೊತ್ತಾಗಿ ದುಃಖ ತಡೆಯಲು ಆಗದೆ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಜೊತೆ ಜಗಳ ಆಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಇನ್ನು ತಾವು ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬೆಳೆದ ನೆಲ, ತಮ್ಮ ಮನೆ, ಜಮೀನು, ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಯಾಕೆ ತಮ್ಮವರನ್ನೂ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಪೂರ್ತಿ ಬರಿಗೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾರತಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದು ನೆಲೆ ಕಂಡುಕೊಳ್ಳುವಾಗ ಎಷ್ಟು ನೋವು ಅನುಭವಿಸಿರಬಹುದು ಎಂದು ಊಹಿಸುವುದು ಸಹ ಕಷ್ಟ.
This book compiles the recollections of what the Bangla Hindus went through during 1970s who were ultimately forced to leave their own home and seek refugee in India. They were given shelter at various places and one of them was Sindhanur, a place in Raichur, a district of Karnataka. The writers met them, talked to them and heard their stories with first hand experiences of the victims of religious atrocities against them and have presented them through a book
The book has no more pages than 96 but the stories it has to tell you would throb your hearts. The Bangla Hindus were attacked, women were abducted and raped and children's throats were slain. The culprits didn't stop there, they stooped as low as much one could. Once beautiful homes became graveyards. They weren't allowed to stay at home which were encroached nor could they pass the border without getting shot by the same people.
This book is so heart breaking. There are times where I shut the book and stared at the wall with tears brimming. It's a must read for everyone.
The work is also translated in English and Hindi. Please do read.
Where, where do I even start?! This book is shattering. The number of times I put it down, removed my glasses, and buried my face in my hands because I couldn’t read any further. A part of me wants to spit out every single emotion and thought racing through me, while another part wants me to calm down first before saying anything. However, one thought that would forever stay with me is this that how over the last decade or so I worked across the country with various sections of the society for the common good, only to come back home and realise that my own family has been going through untold horrors all this while and that I did nothing about it. Even worse, that I believed people who labelled it as baseless propaganda whenever the topic cropped up. So, what exactly did I …. Tired of writing and backspacing, will come back to this later if I can.
ಮುಸ್ಲಿಂ ಮತಾಂಧತೆಯ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಕರಾಳ ಮುಖ. Story no secular media or Commies care about.Since it's inception till now nothing has changed in their mind set. They are more atrocious then never before.. Since Hindus are gullible and don't play victim card chal ta hai.. Mind it Bharata might turn like this in years to come..
ಉಟ್ಟ ಬಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊರಟು ಬಂದವರು ಬಾಂಗ್ಲಾ ಹಿಂದುಗಳ ಮೇಲಾದ ಇಸ್ಲಾಮಿಕ್ ಕ್ರೌರ್ಯದ ಕಥೆಗಳು!
ಭಾರತ ವಿಭಜನೆಯಾದ ಕಾಲಘಟ್ಟ ಆಧಾರದ ಕಥೆಗಳನ್ನು ಒಟ್ಟುಗೂಡಿ ಪ್ರಕಟವಾದ ಪುಸ್ತಕ. ಬಾಂಗ್ಲಾ ಹಿಂದುಗಳ ಮೇಲಾದ ಅನ್ಯಾಯ ನೋವು ಸಂಕಟ ದೌರ್ಜನ್ಯ ಹಿಂಸೆ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನು ಸಹಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೊಸ ಬದುಕು ಕಂಡುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬೆಳೆದ ಊರು ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ನೆಲೆ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನು ತೊರೆದು ಬಂದ ಸಂಕಟ ನಾವು ಬರೀ ಪುಸ್ತಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಅದನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ.
ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಒಳನೋಟದ ಕಥೆಗಳು ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಲು ಹೋಗದೆ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದರೆ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಓದಿ.
Joseph Stalin once famously said,” The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of a million is a statistic”. Is human life a mere statistic in the overall grand scheme of things? The million number is actually made up by true individuals i.e. single men whose lives and times are intertwined, that should clearly rise above being a mere statistic. The waves of emotions arising from reading a book can be mixed or confusing or contradictory. What does one do when a sense of helplessness, deep pain are the only remaining emotions within?
This book is a collection of real life experiences of Bangladeshi Hindus or rather Bharatha Hindus as many claim in the book, their trials and tribulations during the tumultuous period in 1970s when they were forced to uproot themselves leaving everything behind and settle in a land far removed from what they called their motherland. The book excruciatingly outlines the individual experiences of these helpless souls starting from their lives prior to these inhumane instances to their personal agony and experiences leading up to their escape from Bangladesh and eventual resettlement in Bharatha. The book is a collection of these experiences of those settled in Sindhanur refugee camp, Raichur in Karnataka.
In Macbeth, William Shakespeare writes, “Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it”. What does a human do when their identity, their dignity, their chastity are publicly demolished and survival for life becomes the overpowering, nah the only theme they have. The book clearly outlines how a systemic destruction was carried out by targeting individuals based on religious basis, their lives ripped apart forcing them to leave everything behind. The memories and emotions attached with the place of birth becomes a never ending river of pain and torment. It’s just not possible to feel the pain of these souls who have endured and encountered the bestiality of a human. Frankly, does one deserved to be called as a human when they perform such acts? Beats me..
What started as a political oneupmanship between the 2 portions of the same country translates into one of the worst genocides of mankind. Religion and language are 2 useful tools employed successfully for the indoctrination and subsequent mayhem that is unleashed quite systemically. When the safeguards and systems meant to protect the oppressed are in cahoots with the Savage, there is absolutely no hope, but the core human instinct to survive that becomes the sole objective. From killing a child in its mothers womb to the scenario of a baby suckling his dead mother’s breasts, tragically unaware of the reality, the book is filled with such gore and blood that one’s inners churn while reading the same. The book also has some interesting stories of human spirit and triumph against odds as well as faith moving mountains. While these stories are meant to inspire, the dark history is still overpowering.
Quoting George Orwell, “The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history”. Read this book, not to forget history. For if we forget the history, we are damned to repeat it. This book has been by far one of the most difficult reads, but one which is relevant in the broader context of modern society and what certain laws in India hope to achieve. READ the book without fail.
यह पुस्तक बांग्ला हिंदुओं और भारत में उनके प्रवास पर जिहाद की कहानियों का दस्तावेजीकरण करती है। यह पूर्वी पाकिस्तान में अत्याचार झेलने वाले बांग्ला हिंदुओं के जीवन को दर्शाता है।
ಇದು ಕಟ್ಟುಕಥೆಯಲ್ಲ, ಲೇಖಕರು ಕಲ್ಪನಾ ಲೋಕದಿಂದ ಬರೆದದ್ದಲ್ಲ ಸ್ವತಃ ತಮ್ಮ ಮೇಲಾದ ಕ್ರೌರ್ಯ, ಅನ್ಯಾಯವನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸಿದವರು ಹೇಳಿದ ನಗ್ನ ಸತ್ಯ..ನಟ್ಟ ನಡು ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲಿ, ಕಾಡು ಮೇಡುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ನದಿ ಕಾಲುವೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ತಮ್ಮ ನೆಲ, ಮನೆ, ಆಸ್ತಿ, ಜಾನುವಾರುಗಳನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಉಟ್ಟ ಬಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊರಟು ಬಂದವರ ದುರಂತ ಕಥೆ.ದಶಕಗಳೇ ಉರುಳಿದರೂ ಭಾರತದ ಪೌರತ್ವ ಸಿಗದೇ ಹೀನಾಯ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬದುಕುತ್ತಿರುವವರ ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿನ ವ್ಯಥೆ.ಪೌರತ್ವ ತಿದ್ದುಪಡಿ ಕಾಯ್ದೆಯನ್ನು ತಂದಾಗ ಯಾರ್ಯಾರು ವಿರೋದ ಮಾಡಿದ್ರೋ ಅವರೆಲ್ಲ ಓದಬೇಕಾದ ಪುಸ್ತಕ. ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದಿ ಮುಗಿಸಿದಾಗ ಉಳಿದದ್ದು ನೋವು, ದುಃಖ, ಸಿಟ್ಟು, ಕೋಪ..
It was good collection of accounts. But I expected more from Rohit sir. Like more depth analysis like when this divisive feeling had started to develop, his viewpoint and how should that been handled better by both the governments.