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 n the hustle and bustle of   Delhi’s very own   “Yeh pakshi yaha khud nahi   n 1984, I was residing in New   Carrying on the fight
 Delhi, it’s a real pleasure   aaey, humney inhey bulaya hai   Delhi and have seen the bar-
 when you stop by where   Trafalgar square  (these birds have not come   baric and horrifying hound-
 a crowd has gathered   here on their own but I have   ing. Rightfully described as a  against 1984 injustice
                      ing of Sikhs during the riot-
 Ito feed pigeons and   invited them here). He added
 other birds. In the middle of   In a city where no one has the time to sit    that during the last 40 years   I genocide, the ghastly target-
 busy Daryaganj, where many   the birds here have increased   ing of Sikhs had continued for days   Writer Vikram Kapur writes yet again on the anti-Sikh
 Delhites saunter lazily on   back and relax, it is interesting to find many    from a few to many.  at a stretch with the cops stand -
 Sunday afternoons looking   feeding grain to pigeons with smiles on    Shiv Singh’s work begins   ing as mute spectators, as though   genocide that rattled New Delhi over two decades
 for excellent bargain and sale   their faces, Kulsum mustafa writes  early as birds are early risers.   they’d been well directed by the top   ago, keeping memories of an abhorrent tragedy alive,
 on books of every variety, you   He arrives when dawn breaks   brass to let an entire community be
 find Delhi’s own Trafalgar   and the birds are already   hounded, looted and killed.  Humra QuraisHi writes
 Square. Daryaganj is in the   Soon, he noticed a pigeon   they left they slipped a coin   there waiting for him, happily   Though decades have passed,
 walled city; the dariya here    circling close by. It came near   in his hand. Within an hour   pecking on leftover grain   there’s no closure; Justice is still
 refers to River Yamuna.   and started pecking at the   Shiv had collected a handful   from the previous day. From 5   awaited. It’s only through a few    ‘The AssAssinA-
 Not an up market area, and   grains. The bird was so hungry  of coins. He went back home   am to 5 pm, Shiv is busy hand-  writers and activists that focus re-  Tions - A novel
 certainly not complying at all   that it was not intimidated by   happy and content. That night  ing out plateful of grains for   mains  on  the  haunting  tragedy   of 1984’
 to Prime Minister Narendra   human presence.   he and his family had a full   these winged visitors.  of 1984. And one of the writers is   by Vikram kapur
 Modi’s Swatch Bharat Mission,   An idea clicked in Shiv’s   meal, purchased from those   Shiv Kumar claims to be   Vikram  Kapur who has been writ-  Speaking Tiger
 it is indeed an extraordinary   mind — to become a facilita-  coins.   ing ever so persistently on the 1984   211 pp;  299
 sight that one encounters   tor between man and nature.   In the years that followed   It is more than   riots and the aftermath.
 here in the mundane canvas   He purchased a little more   his business grew. He realised   In 2002, he wrote a novel  Time
 of urban life.   gram and and lured the birds   the generosity of people, even   heartwarming   is a Fire based on the pogrom and
 In kiosks created through   with fists full of grains, throw-  the poorest of them partici-  to find birds   in 2016, he had edited an anthology
 jute matting and plastic   ing some on the ground. Soon  pated willingly in this ritual   titled 1984 in Memory and Imagina-  pluralist India is based and without
 sheets, one can see a stack   a few birds came down and   and happily shelled out a few   making their   tion (Amaryllis). He is now out with   which it cannot succeed. That, how-
 of stainless steel plates filled   started eating it. The next   coins to feed the birds. Soon   way into Delhi’s   a novel titled The Assassinations: A   ever, is not possible unless we rise
 with seven different grains.   morning, Shiv was at the same  some of his family members   novel of 1984 (Speaking Tiger).  above the baseness seen in 1984 and
 Each plate costs  10. Of course,  place again with a packet full   joined the business. Today   congested   His new novel is a well-crafted   embrace the humaneness to which
 you have to return the plates   of grains for the birds.   there are at least five from his   Daryaganj    story that centres around a Sikh   Ghalib refers. Certainly India needs
 after feeding the birds. These   Some passers by stopped   tribe sitting around the area   and a Hindu family, in the back -  just as generous a dose of it now as it
 plates are regularly replen-  and asked him if they could   selling the grain plates.  for a feed by   drop of the surcharged communal    did in 1984.”
 ished from grain-filled gunny   also feed the birds like him.   Talking about the bird   kind people  atmosphere of 1984. As the violence   To further quote Vikram from his
 bags kept alongside. Hun-  Shiv happily agreed. When   feeding business, Shiv said,   had spread out, not just forms were  beard, and visiting the gurudwara   earlier book on the anti — Sikh riots
 dreds of pigeons can be seen   hacked but also emotions and much  regularly, where he learns about the   — “The tragedy of 1984 is not behind
 pecking merrily at the grains   the oldest in this trade. But   more along the strain. The injus- militancy in Punjab. Matters come  us…to this day struggle goes on to
 thrown into the shallow pit   from 1970 three-four more    tices had affected and dented the  to a head a few months later, when   deliver justice to the victims of the
 created especially for the   kiosks have come up. Business   very lives of hundreds of innocents.  prime minister Indira Gandhi is   mass murder following the assas-
 purpose.  is brisk and people generous;   The central character in this novel,  assassinated and anti-Sikh riots  sination. Rather than entering the
 Shiv Singh, who sells these   each earns anything between   to quote from it, “Prem Kohli, the  break out all over Delhi, as Prem is  garbage heap of history, the ‘corpse’
 grain-filled plates, is in his   300 to 400 daily.  handsome, ambitious son of a Sikh  caught up in a vortex of violence and  of 1984 continues to show  signs  of
 late fifties and sits alongside   In the city where the honk-  refugee has the world at his feet.  hate  that threatens to engulf all of  life. It has become a testament to the
 on a raised platform where   ing of innumerable vehicles   A glittering career ahead, and he  their lives…”  Nobel Prize- winning American au-
 hundreds of birds feed on   constantly reverberates, it is   has just got engaged to his college   When Vikram is asked why he, as  thor William Faulkner’s words: ‘The
 grain being thrown by people.    welcome to find chirpy birds   girlfriend, Deepa, overcoming her  a Hindu, feels so very strongly about  past is never  dead. It isn’t even past.’”
 Shiv was a teenager when he   making their way into this   father’s reservations about Hindus  the anti — Sikh riots, he minces no    Yes, its about time for a collective
 came to this city in search of   congested area and flying   and Sikhs intermarrying. But, while  words — “The celebrated Urdu poet,  cry for justice. In fact, each time a
 employment. While he never   in for a feed. Every soul that   Deepa remains occupied with their  Mirza Ghalib, wrote: ‘Lest we forget:/ riot or pogrom is made to take place
 found a job, he managed to   feeds them somewhere deep   marriage plans, the Indian Army  It is easy to be human, very hard to  by the ruling political mafia against
 create one for himself.   down hopes that when they   enters the Golden Temple. Prem  be humane.’ The events of 1984 are, if  any community, there’s to be col-
 He recalled the story of   fly back, their bellies full, they   cannot contain his rising anger at  nothing, a testimony to human base- lective outcry for justice. After all,
 how, hungry and tired, he   will remember to thank them   the desecration of the shrine and at  ness where the desire for revenge  humans are killed and ruptured and
 bought some roasted gram   in heaven.  the people around him who shrug it  and an obsession with narrow reli- tortured!
 and was eating it when some   off as ‘teaching a lesson’ to the Sikhs.  gious identities trumped the egali-
 fell down on the ground.   letters@tehelka.com  He begins growing out his hair and  tarianism on which a democratic,   letters@tehelka.com



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