Showing posts with label India-Pakistan Wagha-Attari Border Crossing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India-Pakistan Wagha-Attari Border Crossing. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Wagha, Punjab – Atari, Punjab, India-Pakistan Border Crossing


Wagha, Punjab – Atari, Punjab, India-Pakistan Border Crossing

Sachi G. Dastidar

The fallout from the 1947 British-created Muslim League-demanded India-Pakistan border can be witnessed firsthand in the Wagha, Punjab and Atari, Punjab border crossing of Pakistan and India. This border crossing was created when British India’s Punjab Province was partitioned to (west) Punjab Province of Pakistan and that of (east) Punjab State of India. In that process almost the entire Hindu, Sikh, Jain, Buddhist and Christian minority was wiped out of Pakistan (after the 1947 partition.) In case of India although her Muslim population went down a bit after 1947 partition as most of her Muslim-majority areas became part of Pakistan but it has risen faster than the majority Hindu-Sikh-Jain-Buddhist-Christian population in spite of huge influx of Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists, Jains, and Christians from Pakistan, Bangladesh, Pakistani Kashmir and Afghanistan.

The saga of the divide can be seen when one crosses the border line – if one can really cross it. This has been the sole border crossing for over six decades between the second-most and the sixth-most populous nation on earth. As Dastidars tried to cross the borders from Pakistan to India, their first attempt failed as they reached the crossing at 3:15 PM. The officials told them the border is open only for five hours till 3 PM, unless you are a very important person for whom it is open till 5 PM; which Dastidars were not. All attempts of their Pakistani hosts to prove to the border officials that their guests were important failed. Thus they had to make a second trip to cross the border.

But, as you see in the pictures below, the entire crossing was given to them as they were the only travelers trying to get to the other side.

The travelers were invited to stay till 5 PM to witness the spectacle of border closing ceremony – many locals call it tamasha – whereby the border guards do a dance-march to officially close the border gates and finally shaking hand with the other side! Dastidars refused to attend that ceremony because the border is supposed to be for people and good to pass through, not for dance-march.

One non-Hindu, non-Hindi speaking minority Indian told the visitors that a few years back in a gesture of friendship Indian and Indian-Punjabi officials gave over 500 visas to Pakistanis for watching a cricket game played across the border in Indian Punjab. According to that official at the end of the prescribed period several “guests” did not return back to Pakistan, and a few of them engaged on terror activities in India.

But the twin jewels of Punjab, cities of Lahore and Amritsar, barely 50 miles apart are worlds away. In one speaking the native Punjabi is considered almost “uncultured” for Urdu, a language of North India, whereas in the other Punjabi language has been saved through teaching in classrooms and writing in Gurmukhi script. In one city killing of any animal for food is almost non-existent whereas in the other even the breakfast starts with animal flesh. In one city women jostle with men in public transport, whereas in the other city public transport is almost non-existent for women. One of the cities has become linguistically homogeneous speaking only Urdu, while in the other one frequently hears along with Punjabi and Hindi, Bhojpuri, Oriya, Malayalam, Bengali, Gujarati, Telugu and many more languages. In Lahore, Pakistan there are certainly more women drivers than a so-called liberal city of Kolkata (Calcutta) in India. Lahore was a Hindu-majority city before 1947 partition with many famed Hindu temples and Sikh gurdwaras (temple.) The visitors asked their taxi to take them to a Hindu temple. After hours of search he came back with sad face, “Sahab, Sir, I was told the last Hindu mandir (temple) called Jain Mandir was brought down two years back.” Then he took the visitors to a “Hindu temple” which was an abandoned Sikh gurdwara maintained by a Muslim guard paid for by the British Sikhs. The driver took them, along with their host Didiji and Shakeela to Harappa – where they were the lone visitors. The small unkempt sign to Harappa ruins in Urdu was barely visible from the highway as the driver missed the turn. Seeing the visitors ordering each copy of their English booklets, the salesman commented, “Sir, you must like to read.” Dastidars also visited Nankana Sahib, the Birth Place of Guru Nanak, and the Founder of Sikhism. The guard first said “Only Hindus and Sikhs are allowed in,” but relaxed the rule for their local Muslim companions as they were coming with Hindus. Absence of religious diversity in Pakistan has affected its intellectual heritage too. The beautiful British-era National Museum of Lahore contain some of the precious gems of Indian civilization, e.g. statue of starving Buddha, lion pillars of Asoka, old manuscripts, marble footprints of Jain, ancient statutes of Hindu deities and more. But an old Bengali manuscript is identified as Sanskrit, while a Sanskrit manuscript is depicted as Tibetan, and statue of Goddess Lakshmi (of wealth) is identified as goddess of music and dance (Saraswati.) On the other hand some of the old places are saved in exemplary form including the British-established Government College University, the Mall, Foreman Christian College, the canals, Lahore University, Badshahi Mosque, Lahore Fort and more.

Yet there is hope! On that visit, as Dastidars were traveling from Peshawar to Lahore in a modern air-conditioned Daewoo coach, they were befriended by two young ladies – professor Shakeela and her younger sister Shabnam – who “kidnapped” them to take them to their home in Sabzazar neighborhood of Lahore by canceling Dastidar’s hotel reservation. (Two ladies had cell phone, but Dastidars did not.) Their mother, Didi or sister for Dastidars, born in East Punjab, India would repeatedly mention that they were blessed to have the first ever Hindu mehman – honored guests – in their home. Shakeela’s poor brother Rizwan was delighted to drive their “Hindu uncle and aunt” to the border twice in two days!

  
The Empty Wagha-Atari Broder Crossing
 
 
Waiting To Cross the Divide; Send off by (Muslim) Pakistanis
 
 
The Line that Divides the Partitioned Nations
 
The Broder from Indian Side
 
 
(Hindu-Sikh) Welocme in India
 
Didi (left) saying Good Bye to her Hindu Guests
 
 
Sabzazar Neighborhood Park
 
Goverment College University, Lahore
 
 
The Sikh Gurdwara; the Muslim guard Explaining
 
Lahore National Museum
 
 
The Lion of Asoka; Symbol of Government of India in Lahore National Museum
 
 
The Fasting Buddha
 
 Marble Footprints of Lord Jain
 
 
Statue of Ma Durga, Goddess of Strength
 
Old Stone Tablet at Lahore National Museum
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, November 3, 2007

India Pakistan Wagha Attari Border Crossing 2007

The normal empty border crossing between Lahore, Pakistan and Amritsar, India -- world's two of the most populous nations.
 
 
Wagha-Atari Pakistan-India Border Crossing
Sachi G. Dastidar
For long time we wished that we would cross the India-Pakistan Atari-Wagha border that divides the Punjab region of the Subcontinent into Muslim Punjab Province of Pakistan and Hindu-Sikh majority Punjab State of India. By drawing this separation line the British Administration initiated a mass killing of millions of innocent people and ethnically cleansing tens of millions of more. (On the east similar killing and cleansing took place when Bengal Province was partitioned to East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) and West Bengal State of India.) Yet we heard of people going to visit the place, but not crossing the border. This is the only land border open between the world’s second-most populous nation and its fifth with millions of families divided and/or with ancestral home on the wrong side!
Our plan was to cross the border around 3 PM in the afternoon, then given an hour for customs and immigration, and walking across the dreaded line we would wait at the Indian side to watch the hoopla called Lowering of the Flags and closing of the gates. Our hostess Shakila rejected the idea of hiring a taxi but asked her younger brother Shahid to drive us to the border. After offering our Pranam to Didi, Shakila’s mother and rest of the family, we head off to the border with Shakila and Shahid. It was about an hour’s drive from their home. As soon as we came close to the gate we realized there was something wrong. The guard told us that it was already 3:10 PM and the border crossing is closed to ordinary people, but open to important people. Between 3 and 5 PM only important people are allowed to cross. We panicked as our fight was next day from Amritsar to New York. The guard asked again, “Are you important persons?” In desperation we said, “Yes, of course.” He asked for our work and our passport that he took inside. Soon he returned with grim face, “Planners and professors are not considered important,” he told us, and invited us to stay for the Flag Lowering otherwise in the Subcontinent known as tamasha or hoopla for which we had lost all our interest. On both sides of the border crossing there are ramps that hold hundreds of onlookers who come every day with Pakistani and Indian flags shouting Jai Hind – Glory to India or Pakistan Zindabad – Long Live Pakistan. We could practically see our Indian host, a Sikh doctor, on the other side, but couldn’t touch him. We called him from a public phone telling our sorry state, who in turn called our Pakistani host to confirm that he will return next day early morning. Surprise, surprise! Pakistani secret service visited our Pakistani host as to why someone from India was calling them; as our Indian host was visited by the Indian secret service.
Didi at Lahore was pleased to see us back saying it must be God’s wish that we spend an extra night with them. Next morning we were there before 10 AM opening time. Surprise again! The entire border crossing on both sides, including the walk through no man’s land, in the two most populous nations was given to us only. We were the only travelers! We could stop and take pictures as we liked; talk to guards and officials as we chose without any rush. All officials and army personnel were courteous. We took pictures with legs on each side of the dividing line. We waived our Pakistani host good bye, and entered India where someone said “Welcome to India.”


Wagha-Attari Border; Pakistan Side
Wagha-Attari, Punjab, Pakistan-India Border


Wagha-Attari Border Crossing, Indian Side


The White Line Dividing Partitioned Nations

Pakistan Side of the Border Crossing


At the Indian Side of the Empty Border

At the Pakistan Side of the Border


At the Line of Separation

At the Pakistan Customs and Immigration; an Indian with a Pakistani (r)
At the Pakistani Immigration, two Pakistanis flanking two Indians