After the bombing of Mandalay
we left for the Punjab leaving my father and uncle behind.
The government announced that no male over 19 was allowed to leave,
only women and children and the old and sick. We collected our things
and met on 27th Jan in Atrobi, with others who were returning to
India. We were given 2 boxes condensed milk per family (48 cans), and
packets of dried milk. We were allowed to carry cash.
And so we started a journey that would take us three months. My aunt
and cousins lived with us so we travelled together. We were told to
walk off the road in the jungle which was full of mosquitoes and
swamps. We had to sleep in the day and walk at night so the smoke
from our cooking fires did not attract attention from the Japanese
bombers. Our Burmese guards were changed from village to village.
Informants often told the Japanese where we were and each time this
happened we would have to move again for fear of being bombed. In
this manner we escaped.
We finally reached North-East India and went to Maiwal in the Nagalands,
where we received military assistance and a lift to the railway
station. We travelled 1500 miles by train to our homes in the Punjab.
It had taken us 3 months.
On our way several hundred people died of Malaria, including my
cousin. Their bodies were either cremated, left in hope that
villagers would give them the appropriate attention, or simply thrown
in the river.
I spoke Burmese only, like my ayah. I didn't know a word of Punjabi.
My father followed us a year later but I couldn't communicate with
him. I was so lonely. It still haunts me; millions of children
suffered as we did. Why do we fight? Why do we make one another
suffer like that? We were worse than animals in those days.
We lived in Imfal because my father has always hoped that we would be
allowed back to claim our property but this was never allowed. He was
permitted to visit his house in 1963, but when he came back he
suffered a heart-attack, unable to work again. These are the effects
of war which we never consider. We become closer to each other and we
can cope better with sudden reactions,any trouble. War is not the
option for creating friendship and closeness. or for courage.
Wars are different these days. People can't be confined to one place
anymore. They don't know about Burma suffering because Burma wasn't
linked by air or television. News travelled very slowly, sometimes
taking years.
Civilians are never a party to governments disagreements. If we can
pass on these messages to other generations perhaps they can be safer
if we tell them how we have suffered because of somebody elses
intentions and wrong notions. They can create a better world.
There is no gain in war, just waste. The government has no films
about the bombing, either before or after. No record. There are a
few photographs in the London war museum showing the devastation.
They were unprepared.
We went to the part of Punjab that was divided with Pakistan and we
had to leave everything behind. We were refugees twice. Again the
suffering was not because of our own fault. But these things do happen.
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