Someday...Someway...

The differences between India and Pakistan over the sharing of waters of Baglihar dam have been amicably resolved. Not going into the details of dissent between two countries, I want to point towards something more important. And the point is that disputes can be solved, even within two warring (well almost warring) countries.


When the news of disagreement between the countries would have surfaced, any average citizen in India or Pakistan must have thought of it as another bone of content in a list of endless bones of content. Another issue, another round of talks, another round of bickering, another round of prejudiced stances against each other, another lost cause and ultimately another fiasco.

But this time, at least this time, nothing was just-another.

Whatever the differences were, whatever the bone of contention was, whatever the fuss was about, finally resolving it means more than the number of cusecs of water each country would be getting. It teaches us to be ever sanguine for the future, that if today its Baglihar, tomorrow it could be Siachin and one day it could be Kashmir.

We don't know what happened behind the iron curtains of the room. We don't know wthether there was any mediator. We don't know how do the countries concur with each other. It's not just that we dont care to know, but at least for me (and at least as of now) the result has become somewhat more important than the procedure. Well begun is half done and all's well that ends well. And it has ended well.

The result gives a bright new ray of hope. A ray of hope for thousands stranded citizens of Kashmir. A ray of hope for millions of jawans guarding the borders of their respective countries in inhumane conditions that their plight too could be resolved in a similar fashion. A ray of hope for billions living in the likes of Mumbai and Karachi who step out of their home apprehensive about another terror attack. A ray of hope.

Yes, I know I might be reading too much out of nothing. I know I might be over analysing. I know I might be hoping against hope. But I know that hope is a good thing. Perhaps the best of things. And a good thing never dies.

Journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.