Adnan Sami, a Pakistani singer who received an Indian citizenship drew criticism on Twitter for congratulating Indian soldiers on their surgical strikes across the LOC in J&K.
He took to Twitter and said “terrorism has no border”! Adnan said at the Indian Today Safaigiri Awards 2016.
On being trolled on Twitter by Pakistanis, he said:
We need to look at why the strike happened and not against whom. This was not a territorial strike aimed at acquisition of land but a response to an unwarranted attack. The strike was aimed at a terrorist camp. Terrorism doesn’t have a border. Terrorists attack Mumbai, Peshawar and also Paris.
He also said:
Whether it was the 9/11 attacks, Paris shooting or the attack on the Taj, people across the world mourn the collective loss. When school kids in Pakistan come under fire, all our hearts bleed equally because we are more affected by young lives snuffed out than getting caught up in their nationalities.
He, also shared that his mother, brother and sons are still in Pakistan.
While artistes do want peace, it is not their preserve alone. Everyone wants peace just as much.
Furthermore he added:
If my neighbour’s waste starts spilling over into my house, I have to tell him to do something about it. The neighbour in question then claims helplessness, saying that his waste is outside his control and he is getting affected by it too.
Then if my family starts falling ill from the waste and I take steps to get rid of it, thereby relieving my neighbour of the problem too, he shouldn’t complain.
Here’s how Mahira Khan retorted to the ban on Pakistani artistes in India!
A bunch of Pakistani artists have faced a lot of criticism and a BAN in the nation from MNS political party in retaliation of Uri attacks. Many even quizzed them for not condemning the attacks. Artistes like Fawad Khan, Mahira Khan, Ali Zafar, Atif Aslam and many more have faced the ban in India. Recently, actress Mahira Khan reacted to the ban.
Check out the post.
It’s strange, this affinity with India. I find myself getting increasingly upset at the abuse and hatred tossed from one border to another, with little rationale apart from the 69-year-old chips on our shoulders. These chips have, over time, turned into boulders, and who doesn’t crumble under the weight of those?
It’s very strange, this affinity with India. When Amitabh Bachchan is in the hospital, we pray for his good health; when Ranbir Kapoor’s film is a hit, we’re prouder than Neetu and Rishi; we never deny that no one brings romance to life like the voices of Kishore and Rafi; they are in unanimous agreement that their local music scene is not a patch on ours; if we happen to interact abroad, they’re the only pardesis we include in the ‘desi’ category; their monuments carry our history; our language carries their roots.
When I think about some of my best days and nights in the last ten years, more than 50% of them were spent with my brothers and sisters from across the border; sharing a meal, listening to music, discussing politics, or anything but; laughing, dancing, singing; but most importantly, completely aware yet in vehement passive rebellion against the lines that keep us apart.
Come to think of it now, it isn’t strange at all, this affinity with India. Our proverbial Lord and Master, the gargantuan power that rules us, ‘The West’, is an absentee parent; one we’re constantly trying to please but one who never really loved us anyway. If there is anyone for us, it’s each other. What’s strange is our reluctance to acknowledge this.
I read today that India claimed they carried out a surgical attack in Uri. Ridiculous. I immediately read several, equally ridiculous Pakistani reactions; some hitting below the belt, others claiming that one shouldn’t expect more from mass murdering politicians, like the ones we have across the border. Somehow, suddenly, we are all too forgiving of our own ‘glorious’ politicians. It’s strange how quick we are to forget how much trouble governance is in, on both sides, when we jump up to point fingers.
I’m sure this news will leave me in a month’s time. What hasn’t left me is the news about a Pakistani Head of State’s arrival in Delhi for a test match, ultimately averting the threat of war; or an Indian politician putting his hand forward to greet his Pakistani counterpart, to curb tensions; or that time when Ganguly acknowledged that there’s no one greater than Wasim; or when Shoaib Malik married Sania Mirza; or that image of the guards in the most beautiful fraternal embrace I have ever seen, on Holi at Wagah Border. I suppose it’s because some of us look for peace, we hanker for it, while others, they look for war.
It is comforting somehow, that when I messaged one of my closest friends across the border, expressing concern over the destructive megalomaniac tendencies of our governments, he responded and said, ‘It doesn’t matter what they do, you know I will always love you’. It is comforting somehow, that in 20 years’ time, if you look away from the textbooks, and turn to your ancient scriptures or your holy books, it won’t take you long to see that since time immemorial, there is only one message they are trying to convey, only one message we should be paying attention to; and that message is Love.