The streets, which saw desolation for more than three days, witnessed an awful response from its own people. The tragedy which unfortunately took more than five lives in a week, took a ghastly turn when people came out on streets passing slogans against each other, praising the collaborator.

The trauma had not yet come to end when people hailed the efforts of one collaborator who had served in past as a stockholder of the freedom movement, who today praises the ideology of RSS and BJP. Let’s forget what he did, at least he made his stand clear.

Recently he proved that he is not worth being mentioned in the movement which fortunately is called the 'Azadi movement'. The land for which some people lost their natives needs a full overhaul, whether they are ready to accept the ‘Azadi’ or not.

If yes, let the people show their anguish towards collaborators as well as occupiers. If no, let’s happily accept that what they call this land: their “integral part”.

The dead man is in a hurry to take our lives. It doesn't matter how we are being killed, or how we were killed. It doesn’t matter to those who have changed the idea of being a chameleon. It takes a new environment, new surrounding for a chameleon to change colour. Here people have no religion, no caste, no creed, no colour when they opt to be an agent, a renegade.

When some hint at freedom, the collaborators come out with anguish “What has Azadi given us? We eat their food, we take subsidies, and we go there for trips, tours and then we also study there”. The question often remains unanswered.

Who will dare answer? If anyone does, the next day you will find him behind bars, slapped with PSA (Public Safety Act) or in photos in that list which has been given a special name: “Disappeared people list”.

Even if some gather the courage to speak loudly against the oppression inflicted on our brethren, you will find some religious philosophers hinting that the movement is un-Islamic and that the dead can never achieve martyrdom. Then there comes a question “For whom we are fighting?” If he neither embraces martyrdom nor receives a dignitary funeral then why does he lose his life for people who question him a hundred times?

We have witnessed this situation not once, but hundreds of times. Together we had spoken loudly, whenever the reign of terror was inflicted on us – the rapes, the disappearances. Need I say more about oppression?

What have we earned till date? Where are we standing? Can we show courage of taking on those who are against this movement? Or should we remain mum? The silence will be followed by more oppression and then more terror.

Can we pacify Newton’s mother who lost her scientist at a very young age? Can we mollify the demands of that father who recently lost his Gavaskar? Do I need to put more examples for people to show aggression? Do our streets need to sacrifice a person per day so that the freedom movement lives on?

Blood continues to spill in Kashmir. It has no end. Or maybe blood has become so cheap that no one really cares about it anymore.

On the day of hartal this is what we do: we go to Pahalgam or Gulmarg and then we say “waen gas batwar doh tee kah gasun ---on Saturday something must happen so that will also become a holiday”.

The next day we forget everything – myself included. Not that we recall when some were gunned down in Islamabad in cold blood. I heard the next day one of them was a baker; he just ran from his shop to save himself from death. Who remembers him now…

We have sold ourselves, even our faith, for some bucks. We have sold our martyrs. The situation will never end. Or maybe one day it will. I will wait for the day when the horrendous dance of death comes to end.