|On August 25, 1990 at 1:05 A.M. when the telephone rang, we let
it ring as we now knew better who would possibly be on the other
side. Whenever we picked the phone during the late hours of
night, callers would either enthusiastically or with lonely
desperation ask, "Is this Paradise?" Our phone number was so
close to this place of business of carnal pleasure that we thought
several times of asking GTE to give us a new telephone number.
But, this time, the phone rang several times but they would not
hang up. "Might as well pick it up?" said my spouse. I picked the
phone, and in a thick Indian accent, the voice on the other side
said, "May I speak to Mr. Kaw?" I replied, "Yes, this is Mr. Kaw."
The voice on the other end confirmed my identity three times.
Suddenly, I remembered a few of my friends who had gone
through this drill of confirmation of identity and before I could
brace myself, the voice from across the seas in India confirmed my
worst fear, "I am a spokesperson from the Home Ministry of India.
I have some serious news for you. Mr. Radha Krishen Kaw is no
more. He was murdered yesterday in Srinagar, Kashmir at gun
point by unknown militants."
Approximately at 10 A.M. on August 24, 1990, two of my father's
friends asked him to meet them outside a school in which he was
teaching. They pretended that they had something important to
discuss. When he came out, at gun-point they took him to a
deserted alley and shot him point blank in the head. My father's
body lay on the ground and onlookers and the police provided him
no help till he took his last breath.
You must be wondering what had he done to deserve to die in
hands of his own "friends"? His crime - being a Hindu; not for
practicing Hinduism but for being a Hindu. (Before any reader
throws his arms up in air about the bluntness of this statement, I
want to say that I am telling the story of my father and how my
faith healed me. I am not interested in making any political
statement in my article. The pain is the same when a loved one is
murdered, no matter what your racial, religious, national and
economic background is. People of all religions have been
perpetrators and victims of religious hate crimes. Many innocent
Muslims, some of them my friends, have died in the hand of
militants in Kashmir.)
My home state, Kashmir has been a hot spot since 1947.
However, the turmoil used to be limited to skirmishes on the
borders of India and Pakistan and Indo-Pak wars. Closer to home
there were several serious episodes of civil unrest but they were
limited to burning of buses and businesses, stone throwing and
riots. However, since 1989, the rules of unrest had changed to
civilians being armed with AK-47's, grenades and rockets. The
boldness of militants was ever increasing with murders of
prominent political and social members of the society.
This unprecedented unrest in Kashmir launched several requests
to my father to leave the state like all my relatives and friends had
done in early 1990. My father simply said, "I was born here! My
parents and grandparents were born here! This is where I have
lived my entire life of 58 years. Why should I leave?" I could not
question that reason but I still tried to convince him that he should
leave for the sake of my mother, sister and niece. To this he said,
"They can leave but I am staying! I will arrange a place for them to
stay but this is my place to live!"
Although my father was idealistic in many ways, I think in his
heart, he was confident and calm that no harm will come to our
family. He had close friends across ethnicities and religions in the
city and he had selflessly devoted most of his professional life
teaching students from every walk of life. He had not just touched
his students one at a time, but transformed their lives through the
gift of being a good teacher. He felt protected and insulated from
the ethnic turmoil. But, they proved him wrong on the fateful
morning of August 24, 1990.
Was religion now going to let the ones left behind continue to
keep faith in God and let us grieve my father's departure from this
earth? Alternatively, were we going to ask God repeatedly why He
took my father away? These questions were overpowering and
with such dichotomy that it would take nothing else but unusual
strength of faith, conviction and principles to deal with them.
After much pondering but not for too long, the answers were no
where but in my faith itself. Hinduism believes in life after death.
The body dies but the soul lives forever. Those militants did take
my father's body but they could not touch his soul. This belief
brings utmost peace to my mind as it allows me not only to go
beyond the thoughts of vengeance, retaliation, and hatred, but to
the thoughts that one day when people realize the futility of their
bad thoughts and actions, there will be peace among all God's
Hinduism also believes in the Law of Karma. God weighs all our
actions and thoughts, good and bad, in divine justice. Then God
reincarnates us based on these actions. When a person has
achieved the highest Karmic level, good in thoughts and actions
through service to other humans, he achieves Salvation and
oneness with the infinite soul - God. However, the holy book of
Hindus, Bhagavad Gita, categorically states that those who
surrender their personal wills to that of Almighty have no Karmic
debt and will merge with God in salvation.
But, only a few of us have the capacity to surrender our personal
will because man is driven by his ego and it makes such surrender
difficult. Therefore, the recourse for the rest of us to achieve
salvation is to make wise choices through the free will that God
has provided each of us. Salvation is for all; it might just take a
few cycles of being reincarnated to reach it.
Hinduism also guided those of us left behind to go through the
bereaving process, so that we continue with the precious life God
has given us. Hindus consider death as an integral and inevitable
part of the life cycle, and celebrate it just like a birth or a wedding
which are events with a beginning and an end. For ten days after
the day of death, the relatives grieve every morning and evening,
talking incessantly about the life of the deceased. Although the
story stays the same, the bereaved are allowed just to keep on
On the tenth day through the fourteenth day, prayers and
gathering are held. Friends and relatives get together for lunch
and dinner. Then on the fifteenth and thirtieth day of each month,
religious ceremonies and prayers are held for the next six months.
After that, they are held every month until the first anniversary of
It has been eight years since my father was murdered. It has
been a struggle and spiritual growth for all of us. We think of him
often, mostly about the precious time we spent together, the
sacrifices he made for his children's future, the countless hours he
spent in transforming one school after another, and the spiritual
contentment he had till the last day of his life.
I always remember what my father said to me, "God gave us life
to celebrate, both to do and be, to leave earth a little better than
how we found it, and serve our family, friends and community
without expectation of reward. It is because in service you see the
likeness of God in yourself and others."