Naya Kashmir- Marz ki dwa? Chander P Mahajan 1962 was a terrible year for India. The once friendly China had turned foe and invaded its NE frontiers. As they faced off at the frontiers, Pakistan leaned towards China, making an already nervous India, wary. Horrifying sirens, blackouts and the terrifying sounds of the bomber jets haunted us in the campus day in and day out. Dictates to hide in to the trenches could not be evaded. There, in the Mess, badakhana (special feast) on Saturdays was a ritual. One of those days, waiting for the sweet dish over dinner, it blacked out abruptly .In utter confusion, how funny! A fellow was spotted near the cauldron, soaked & soiled with the pudding (kheer) when it lit back. In 1963 the missing 5” vial, opaque on one side and with a human hair inside - termed the Moi-e-Muqqadas (holy relic)*, created unrest. Our campus was in the vicinity of the Hazratbal mosque, built by Emperor Shah Jehan. At the 1964 Olympics in Tokyo, India’s gold medal^ victory having defeated Pakistan 1-0 in the finalwas an event to rejoice. Hostels were litwith candles at the door steps. Late that evening, the delight crackled in to scuffles over the loyalties; fights left many students injured. Bullu my junior, crying hoarse, ran to my room for help. There was a chaos. Somehow, situation diffused gradually with the intervention of the wardens. War of 1965 between Pakistan and India began following Pakistan's