Yeah, seeing something of such nature coming from you does agitate me, as i had taken you someone with more sense and had a good opinion about among the hundreds of Indian members who are trolls, but i get agitated for my foolishness to why have made up a good opinion about my Indian friend as in the end all do show their true color and the hatred for Pakistan.
Now that my stomach is full of its daily dose of ghaas-foos, let me frame my reply to you in two parts .... one personal and anecdotal, the other factual.
Hate is a very strong word Taimi. I don't believe you have ever felt true hatred. I know I have not. Strond dislike yes, but not hatred .... not by a long shot.
But I have seen hatred. Up close.
1994. The batch two years senior to us had just passed out of college and become doctors. One of them a close close friend of mine. Going steady with a girl from my batch, another close friend of mine. Lovely couple. They had already planned their wedding in two years time when our batch would pass out.
We were returning to our hostel from afternoon clinics, when three four bikes screeched to a halt around us and told us the shattering news. He was on an operation with his unit, when he was shot in his groin, but as the only doctor, he stayed behind tending to two other wounded jawans. Heli evac could only carry 2 wounded at a time. In spite of many pleas, he told the crew to take the jawans, saying that he was a doctor and would be able to control his bleeding till they came back for him. They came back only to find that he had not been able to, and had bled to death. He was 26 years old.
The girl is still serving as an officer. She never married. She is 39 years old. The pain in her eyes has dulled, but it is still there. It is there in all of us who were like brothers. You have a brother posted in kashmir ..... I'm sure you know what I am talking about.
2008. Mumbai. Our relative's son, a young and promising chef at the Taj. 6 foot 6 inch gentle giant. Would cook the most amazing food I have ever eaten whenever he was down in Poona. He was helping guests escape and making sandwches for them and providing them with water bottles as bullets and grenades were flying around. He refused to escape till all the guests with him in the dining hall and kitchen had not got away. His parents were on the phone with him throughout that night, while he chatted and joked with them and told them not to worry.
Finally the last call came at 4 a.m. All that was heard on the phone was "mamma ....." and then it went silent. His body was found riddled with your countrymen's bullets by the swimming pool. One year from that day, his parents and near and dear ones are shattered. You have not seen the kind of pain as that in a parents' eyes who have seen their children die. The resignation. And flashes of hatred.
So dont please confuse dislike for hatred.
The reason I choose to answer you like this is that it is fashionable here, and elsewhere, to use this term "hate/hatred" loosely.
So simply put, NO, I don't hate you or your country or your countrymen. I don't know you well enough for that.
But every bullet that takes an innocent life, gives birth to hatred in those that bullet leaves behind. On both sides.
That said, off late I have been disappointed by you too, especially in the past few days.
The tone of your posts ..... coming not only from someone like you, but a moderator and a respected poster at that.
Your arbitary and often not indiscriminate post deleting frenzies.
I know you are a Peshawari and are going through a tough time. But don't take it out on us bhai.
For a moment lets assume our governments wont talk.
But we are still talking here right?
So lets role play for a bit. You are the President of your country.
I am the Prime Minister of mine.
Let's talk. You go first!
Cheers, Doc
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