---------- Forwarded message --------- From: N Sekar <[email protected]> Date: Tue, Apr 29, 2025, 12:51 PM Subject: Fwd - for our Sick secularists, the writer says no politics BUT it is all politics To: Kerala Iyer <[email protected]>, Narayanaswamy Sekar < [email protected]>, Rangarajan T.N.C. <[email protected]>, Chittanandam V. R. <[email protected]>, Mathangi K. Kumar < [email protected]>, Srinivasan Sridharan <[email protected]>, Rama (Iyer 123 Group) <[email protected]>, Suryanarayana Ambadipudi < [email protected]>, Mani APS <[email protected]>
No politics. Just the feelings poured out by a Tourist:... *Our Escape from Kashmir*: We were at Dal Lake when we first heard about the Pahalgam tragedy—our cab driver broke the news, urging us not to panic and continue as planned. When we reached our hotel, the first call I got was from Minal—our trip planner and close family friend—checking in with concern. She left the decision to us about whether to proceed to Gulmarg the next day. Initially unaware of the full gravity, we asked for time to decide. But as media reports poured in and panic grew—both with us, and our loved ones concern deepened. I still remember Minal’s words: “All I’m thinking about is how to get you out of Kashmir.” We contacted an IPS officer posted in Kashmir, one of our close family acquaintance. His advice was blunt: “Don’t step out. If you can prepone your tickets, do it. If not, go straight to the airport on your departure day.” That was it—we knew we had to leave. By 10:30 PM, Minal had rebooked our return tickets. We packed in silence, barely sleeping that night. Within 24 hours, we were on a flight back home—safe, shaken, and deeply grateful. *Scene at the Airport*: The airport was overflowing with tourists—shaken, desperate, just wanting to get home. It was gut-wrenching to witness the families of the victims, utterly shattered. Their grief was contagious—every tourist around was in tears. A group with mix of old and kids, staying at the same hotel as us had been in Pahalgam on that cursed day. My heart aches for them—I can only hope they made it out safe. Our flight had victims and their families onboard. The captain and cabin crew made a heartfelt announcement, expressing their condolences and assuring us that it was their responsibility to take us home safe. When the plane finally took off, tears streamed down our faces. It wasn’t joy, it was gratitude. Gratitude for being alive, for escaping that valley of terror, for being able to hug our families again. *Kashmir Through My Eyes*: Our whole Kashmir trip was spine-chilling—literally and emotionally. There were multiple security lapses at tourist spots. I completely stand by what the victims have said. This tragedy happened on the 22nd; we were in Pahalgam on the 18th and 19th. Strangely, the only place we skipped on our trip was Baisaran Valley —the very spot now stained with blood. Why didn’t we go? The rains had turned the soil into a death trap. Slippery paths, unsafe horses, and to top it all—no security. I saw just two army men at the base camp. And not a single soldier where crowds of tourists gathered! Every place except Srinagar was like this. In Srinagar, there’s an army jawan every 10 steps. But beyond that? Total negligence. *The Locals and Their Silence*: Here’s the most infuriating part: the locals knew! They knew infiltrators had entered. They knew something was wrong. But not one word to the army. Not one alert. You talk about “mehmaannawazi”? You welcomed tourists into a trap. Then you do candle marches and cry foul? Spare us. It’s all a facade. You care only when your wallets dry up. Not for the lives lost. One local even had the audacity to say to me: “It’s time the Indian government admits its army is useless. ISI is superior. This was all planned by India for elections.” Can you believe that? He was provoking us—but we stayed quiet, because getting home safely was all that mattered. But inside? I was raging. *The Truth*: These present-day Kashmiris don’t see themselves as part of India. They don’t openly support Pakistan either. They just live in this limbo, festering with hatred. They still celebrate Burhan Wani as a messiah. They light crackers when Pakistan beats India in cricket. Do you still want to go to a place that cheers your country's enemy? Boycott Kashmir! We’ve been to Sikkim and Kashmir—both heavy with snow, both beautiful on the surface. But the difference? Sikkim is beautiful inside out. The people, the hospitality, the energy—it’s all real. Kashmir? A hollow shell. A dangerous illusion. It’s no longer “Heaven on Earth.” It’s a Hell, a Valley of Deaths. If you’re a true Indian, stop glorifying this fake state. *A Call for Vengeance*: We were fools to have flocked there. Boosting their economy while they plotted against us. Boycott them. Hit them where it hurts—their pockets. That’s the only language they understand. There’s no brotherhood with Indians. No unity. Just greed. And to those who still play politics, pull out the religion card, or preach peace from the comfort of your homes—shut up! You didn’t see what we saw. You didn’t hear the screams. You didn’t stare death in the face. So don’t you dare sit there and preach. If your blood doesn't boil after this, then you don't deserve to call yourself an Indian. 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