Three friends, fresh out of school in Srinagar, decide to go for a trek into the mountains. On their journey they hear whispers about armed strangers sneaking through the mountain passes into the Kashmir valley. Little do they know that the whispers will soon convert into roars that will engulf their lives: for these are the strands of the elaborate web of intrigue being woven across the border. All too soon tremours are felt in their homes and it becomes clear that a plot is afoot for the ethnic cleansing of the valley by the invading terrorists and their local supporters. the ultimate exodus of the minority communities leaves a bitter taste of guilt and impotence among those of the majority community who have watched it all happen helplessly. ...till one family decides that they will not watch with apathy while their lives are dictated by alien forces. They begin a campaign to try and convert the silent majority into a dynamic force that will restore the intrinsic culture that has been the unique feature of their valley. Will they succeed? ...
... As they looked at each other in consternation, a man appeared in the doorway wearing a black uniform and balaclava face mask ... “I am told that you feel very cold at night. We have come to fix some heating for you ...,” he added with a taunting chuckle, signaling his men to enter ... The room soon reeked of petrol fumes as his men backed out, leaving a thin trail of the fuel ... They watched in fascinated horror as a cold blue flame crept through the doorway like a slithering snake and split into two to encircle them. There was a whosh of sound and the blue turned to an orange as the flames engulfed the curtains and furniture. The inferno crept rapidly towards the terrified trio – their cries muted by the duct tape over their mouths. Soon there were only orange-red flames and crackling sound and the smell of charred wood and cloth and flesh. Two boys, leading normal lives in two separate towns, are lured by circumstances to join an extreme rightist organization. They come together to help the organization increase the membership of its political arm. Over the coming years they are driven to actualize their individual ambitions and take their Party and the country by storm, with the help of rampant false promises and rabid roving gangs. They do not realize that it is always dangerous to ride a tiger – for it has its own ravenous appetite and desires.
... As they looked at each other in consternation, a man appeared in the doorway wearing a black uniform and balaclava face mask ... “I am told that you feel very cold at night. We have come to fix some heating for you ...,” he added with a taunting chuckle, signaling his men to enter ... The room soon reeked of petrol fumes as his men backed out, leaving a thin trail of the fuel ... They watched in fascinated horror as a cold blue flame crept through the doorway like a slithering snake and split into two to encircle them. There was a whosh of sound and the blue turned to an orange as the flames engulfed the curtains and furniture. The inferno crept rapidly towards the terrified trio – their cries muted by the duct tape over their mouths. Soon there were only orange-red flames and crackling sound and the smell of charred wood and cloth and flesh. Two boys, leading normal lives in two separate towns, are lured by circumstances to join an extreme rightist organization. They come together to help the organization increase the membership of its political arm. Over the coming years they are driven to actualize their individual ambitions and take their Party and the country by storm, with the help of rampant false promises and rabid roving gangs. They do not realize that it is always dangerous to ride a tiger – for it has its own ravenous appetite and desires.
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