This is my favourite place. The place where the 72-year-old family still lives together and talks of love. Here we forget the partition, which was decided in a closed room by a few people. They themselves died and poisoned the next generations. My other favourite place is Newspaperland where I someday read a Shayari on the partition.
“ye jabr bhī dekhā hai tārīḳh kī nazroñ ne
lamhoñ ne ḳhatā kī thī sadiyoñ ne sazā paa.ī ”
– Muzaffar Razmi
Cokestudiosthan makes songs on everything good. A Muslim singing Brij devotional song for Lord Krishna. Javed in India writing a letter to Husna in Pakistan.
“Beeti kahani mein khoya
Patte jab jhadte Hindustan mein Yaadien tumhari ye bolein
Hota ujala, Hindustan mein, batein tumhari ye bolein
O Husnaa meri yeh to batado
Hota hai aisa kya
Uss gulistan mein
Rehti ho nanhee kabutar see gum tum jahaan”
– Piyush Mishra
Suddenly hate melts here and we start singing the same lyrics together, humming a similar melody.
We don’t hate the people on the other side of the border because they were a part of us, just 72 years ago. They are people of our own families. We have the same history, the same ancestry.
How many times do we think that we could have been the best cricket team if partition didn’t happen? I used to think that partition was a choice of people but now when I hear the pain in the songs and stories of the people, I realise I was wrong. Here I find some peace when people still appreciate the commonness. Here, in cokestudiosthan people act like humans unlike other places where we only speak hate. Instead of jibes and slangs people show love and respect to each other.
This world is different, more common to the time when we lived together and were against the British rule. Now we are against each other; England must be laughing on both of us. I switch off T.V and deactivate my social media when the conspirators try to poison me more. I’ve believed them for so long, like you did too and then cursed each other across the borders rather than cursing the conspirators. God made us, we made boundaries. Yeah! As a common man I believed them and my belief collapsed the day I saw them offering bullets when a hungry child asked them for food.