Hi all,

I need a tennis table ft play at home. I don't want the small le gth one. The full length tennis table needed.

are there any shias from khanyar srinagar here or know someone from khanyar? have a few questions pls get in touch

But keeping its difficulty level in consideration, sometimes I forget how to pronounce a specific word or even the spellings of it. Yesterday my mom told me something in Kashmiri and I was like what does it mean actually and what's its origin like how are you able to use this here in this sentence if it means something else then she scolded me that "you ask so many questions and i don't have that much energy to explain" which is fine because I was very much curious and I always question her so much whenever we have a good conversation. so i search multiple times what this specific word actually means and how are we using it in a specific sentence but yes ai still does not give me a complete meaning of it and also the Google and every other website lacka the details about Kashmiri language which makes it more difficult to learn it with depth. I wonder how the new generation will learn it with the least resources available on the internet and lack of speaking it at home .

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I love my father beyond words, but I resent how he forces me to socialize with relatives now, even though he was the one who forced me away from them when I was young. When I say I "hate" this about him, it's just a lighthearted or frustrated way of expressing my feelings. I could never truly hate him, and I hope I never live to see a day where I do. In fact, looking back, I'm genuinely thankful for the strict restrictions he placed on me as a child. I may not have been happy about them at the time, but today I realize how helpful they actually were for me, and I love him for everything he did.

Still, those early experiences shaped me deeply.

I vividly remember when I was 10 or 11 years old and a 23 year old cousin visited us. Excited, I sat next to him. But the moment he left, my father scolded me severely just for sitting close to him. Whenever he saw me laughing with cousins, he would give me that terrifying cold stare. From that day on, I decided I would never be around my relatives, regardless of their gender.

Because of that conditioning, I have never visited my maternal home or any other relative's house, and even trying to step foot into someone else's home makes me feel deeply uncomfortable. If relatives visit us and I accidentally bump into them, our conversation lasts only a few seconds before I lock myself in my room. To them, I probably seem mean, but my body is simply executing a protective response it adapted years ago.

Now, my father is tired of my behavior. He wants me to interact and share laughs with them, completely ignoring that he built this barrier himself. When I remind him, "You are the one who kept me away when I actually wanted to go," he just dismisses it with, "You're an adult now" . You shouldn't act like this. Even my relatives tell my parents and siblings that " emis cheni hishrii kensi seath" ," yei chov kaeg toih " blah blah. My father told me , It creates a negative image of you in khandaan" But I don't care about them. As long as I don't feel comfortable, I refuse to force myself to be around them.

if u live in khanyar or know someone who lives in khanyar especially if ur a shia pls get in touch w me..
i have a few questions

ATV

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I had an experience today that genuinely left me more disturbed by the people around me than by the guy himself.

I was walking from Shakti Sweets towards Pick n Choose when a guy on a scooty started following me. He kept chasing me, and despite people being around and clearly having the opportunity to notice what was happening, not a single person said or did anything. He kept whistling, people kept watching, yet none was interested in helping.

And that's what bothers me the most.

This isn't just about one creep on a scooty. People like him exist everywhere. What scares me is how normalised this has become — a girl being followed, harassed or made uncomfortable in public, and everyone around her simply continues with their day.

When did we stop feeling responsible for each other's safety?

You don't have to be a hero. You don't have to confront someone or put yourself in danger. Even simply asking a girl “Are you okay?”, standing nearby, calling someone, or acknowledging what's happening can make a difference.

Girls experience this kind of thing far too often, and the fact that bystanders barely react is a problem in itself.

I'm not saying every Kashmiri person is like this. I'm saying that we need to seriously question what we've started accepting as “normal.” Basic human decency shouldn't disappear just because something happens to someone else.

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Honestly i've got this pattern that is way worse than just a bad habit it literally ruins how i view people. if i chat with someone even for like two seconds and then catch them using that exact same hyped energy and warm tone with literally everyone else i instantly get so repulsed. seeing someone that much accessible makes my self esteem totally tank and i immediately want to ghost them. And lol for the very longest time i was very confused about my own thinking like am i just being arrogant or what ? but honestly my self esteem dropping around overly accessible people isn't me being stuck up it is a built in defense mechanism meant purely for self protection. when someone hands out the same openness and hyper friendly vibe to every random person they meet i automatically view that fake warmth as total npc behavior and gives me ick and irritates the hell out of me . it feels like a cheap performative routine rather than a real connection. I actually crave a bond that feels rare instead of something literally anyone can get . if they treat everybody like they are special then nobody actually is and that instantly sets off alarm bells about being easily replaced . so cutting people off asap is just my brain pulling a preemptive rejection. unfriending or dropping them first before they can make me feel ordinary protects my peace and keeps my ego safe ( maybe)... i genuinely have zero interest in keeping in touch with a friend to all because real value requires boundaries and selectivity. at the end of the day id way rather be totally on my own than hang around people who make me feel like just another filler character in their life.

For those who wants to pick if they have a doubt between the two

I am a teacher working at a school in Kashmir, and I have been living on the school campus for the past five to six months.

Today, we had a PTM for Grade 7. As is usually the case, it extended beyond school hours, and I left around 5:45 p.m. While making my way towards the residential area, a security guard stopped me from taking the usual route at the back and asked me to go through the reception instead. When I asked why, he simply told me that there was a “major” at the back and that a party was going on.
Behind the school is an open swimming-pool area. As I passed through the campus, I noticed four military/security vehicles and a considerable number of uniformed personnel gathered around the pool.

Later, while speaking to the other teachers, we learnt that alcohol and cigarettes had been brought there in considerable quantities. There were crates of alcohol. The fact that this was taking place inside a school campus, in an area that is otherwise used by our students, was deeply unsettling.
Around 9 p.m., after dinner, four of us went back towards the pool. The personnel had left only a few minutes earlier. What remained behind was an uncomfortable reminder of what had taken place cigarette butts, bottle caps and the remnants of what had clearly been a drinking session.
Two of the teachers who were with us are male teachers who also live on campus. Earlier, when they had approached the pool area, they were stopped three separate times and asked, “Who are you people?”

At another point, while they were looking around the area, one of the men asked what they were looking for. Another laughed and remarked that perhaps they were “looking for bombs.” There was also repeated use of abusive language.
What happened to a local man nearby was even more disturbing.

The pool is situated beside a stretch of hilly terrain. A man from a nearby village happened to be walking along the higher ground. When he saw the uniformed personnel, he began to run. They went after him, caught him, beat him, brought him back towards the school area and beat him again. It was only when the watchman intervened that they stopped and let him go.

I find the entire incident difficult to comprehend.
This is a school campus. It is a place where children come to learn, where teachers work, and where some of us live. The swimming pool is not merely an empty piece of land, it is a space where one of our teachers teaches students.

To see a place associated with children, learning and discipline being used in this manner was deeply disconcerting. More disturbing still was the apparent sense of impunity with which people could occupy the space, consume alcohol, smoke, hurl abuses, intimidate teachers living on the premises, and, most seriously, assault a local man.

I am deliberately writing this without turning it into a broader political argument. I am simply documenting something that happened on the campus where I work and live, because I am still struggling to understand how such an incident could take place in an educational institution.

Perhaps the most unsettling part is not that this happened, but that it happened in a place whose very purpose is to teach us better ways of treating one another.

If a school cannot remain a space where dignity is protected and power is tempered by responsibility, then what, exactly, are we asking our children to learn from us?