Facing Militancy in Kashmir-I

Facing Militancy in Kashmir-I

After my discharge from the Army Postal Service, I was posted to Kashmir as Director of Postal Services in the Circle Office, Srinagar, in 1988. I had long yearned to go back to my own state and help improve its postal services, especially the conditions of the post offices. I had earlier attempted to do so during my tenure as Senior Superintendent of Post Offices, Kashmir Division. Unfortunately, my tenure was cut short due to differences with the then Director, who was officiating as Postmaster General of J&K Circle. This will be related separately. 

Many positive things happened initially. I was eager to get admission for my children to Burn Hall School, Srinagar. I initiated the process from Mathura itself, where I was working as an ADAPS in the Army Postal Service in the rank of Lt. Col. I sent an application to the Principal of the School, giving details about the children and the parents, both of whom were highly qualified. My work in the Army was obvious. On reaching Srinagar, I sent an Inspector of Post Offices to meet the Principal and manage the admission of my children, with reference to my letter sent from Mathura. I purposely avoided going myself as I was aware of the long queue for admission, especially for local influential people. Accordingly, I advised the Inspector to prevent my meeting with the Principal before the admissions. He did this and was successful, as he told the Principal that I had gone on a long tour to check the post offices in remote areas. The admission was granted, and my children went to the school regularly. After a few days, both my wife and I met the Principal. He came to know that my wife was not employed and had served in some missionary schools, so he offered her a job teaching Hindi to the secondary classes. I was overjoyed at the developments. 

Another good thing happened simultaneously. I started constructing a house on a 1.2 kanal vacant plot in Baghe-e-Mehtab, which I had purchased through my father, who unfortunately died in 1986. There were a few trees of delicious apples and scented plums in the plot. For construction purposes, there is no contractual system in Kashmir. By a stroke of luck, I employed a mason, who was sincere and did all the work in my absence. The Carpenter employed was living adjacent to my said house. I drew the architectural plan of the house myself, though a minor modification was suggested by the Departmental Architect, which was accepted. The construction started in 1989. 

With everything moving smoothly, I resolved to stay in Srinagar for a long period and ensure the completion of the education of my children there. But that was not to be. I was reminded of a proverb, Man proposes, and God disposes. In 1989, the bugle of militancy was blown through sporadic incidents of bomb blasts, exchange of fire, attacks on police posts, killing of people branded informers, targeting Kashmiri Pandits, which gradually became more defined and a daily routine. No day would pass by without a few incidents. Earlier in 1987, an election was rigged in J&K by the then CM, Farooq Abdullah, which had forced some MUF leaders to cross over to POK and create an organisational network there. In 1989, Rubaiya Syeed, the daughter of Mufti Syed, the then Home Minister in the Centre, was kidnapped by JKLF militants, and five terrorists were released in exchange, which emboldened the militants to intensify their activities in the valley and some peripheral areas like Poonch, Rajouri and Doda. The released terrorists created an organisational network in the valley, supported by ISI and the Pakistan Army. Young people were lured from Kashmir, crossed the LOC, and were trained in warfare in Pakistan and Afghanistan, the latter by the Taliban. On completion of their training, they returned to the valley accompanied by the mercenaries from Pakistan, Afghanistan and other Islamic countries. A few postal officials also absented from their duties, crossed the LOC and received proper military training. On their return, they surrendered and were rehabilitated by my successors. They revealed some dreadful details of their training. Many post offices, about sixty-five in number, were bombed, burnt or ransacked and their records destroyed. Thankfully, there were no casualties. The Kashmiri Pandit staff in all the post offices had already fled from Kashmir. 

Mr Ved Kumar was the Post Master General at the time. He was living alone, and his family was in Delhi. His blood sugar level suddenly dropped, and he went to Sheri Kashmir Medical Institute for consultation. This happened in my absence, and later, when I came to know about this, I was furious. The Institute was reportedly a den of militants, and he could have been a prized catch for them. Fortunately, he returned safely. Meanwhile, I had instructed APMG Staff to advise him to take the next flight to Delhi and consult a specialist. Accordingly, he agreed and, without losing time, went to Delhi. I was thus left alone to face the situation in Kashmir in the cold winter of 1989. … to be continued.