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Kashmir is one of India’s most picturesque and culturally rich destinations. From stunning landscapes to vibrant traditions, it offers a lot to explore. However, like any popular tourist destination, it has its share of scams that visitors need to be aware of. Understanding these potential pitfalls in advance can help you enjoy your trip without unnecessary hassles.
Here are some common tourist scams to watch out for during your visit to Kashmir.
Tips to Stay Safe
While Kashmir is generally safe for tourists, being cautious and aware of these common scams can help you enjoy a more stress-free experience. Here are a few tips:
Do your research: Learn about the common prices for activities, transportation, and goods before arriving.
Use official services: Book guides, transportation, and tours through certified operators or your hotel to avoid dealing with unauthorized agents.
Be firm yet polite: If you feel pressured into paying extra or engaging in services you don't want, it's okay to say no firmly but politely.
Stay vigilant: Keep your valuables secure, especially in crowded areas, and be cautious when sharing personal information with strangers.
By staying informed and prepared, you can enjoy the stunning beauty and rich culture of Kashmir while avoiding unnecessary hassles.
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
The season has once again come for our community to run from pillar to post for the inclusion of our near and dear ones in the electoral roll or correction of our names or for that matter for applying a fresh for our VOTER ID CARD, for which if I remember have been applying for the last two decades or more and this time I have been once again given an opportunity to revise our credentials in the electoral roll which I know will never be done. This is the same repeated story of our community, and we have seen this happening in the last so many seasons.
I recall my experience when we were asked to apply for EPIC cards and were asked to visit different locations to submit our applications; To Date, I am still waiting for my card!
Recently after the abgoration of article 370 in our state we were once again asked to submit our applications for the voter cards in Shiv temple Ban Talab, but that process also did not culminate in any results. We have been following all the advisories of government from time to time but we are unable to get the fair deal best known to the people who are in charge of these processes.
As we were hounded from the valley in the 1990's we all shifted to the plains and remained steadfast mostly in Jammu waiting and looking at the government at that time for our welfare and resettlement!
But we were only shown subj bagh, a Kashmiri proverb, by successive governments and were always asked to submit our credentials fresh for any welfare activity, but always we got nothing and to date are also sailing on the same boat.
As time passed we as a community worked individually to create a space and tried to reestablish ourselves on our own and worked hard for our younger generation members by providing them the necessary education and making them self-sufficient to work in the corporate sector of the present world.
As it is, time has traveled so fast that we missed a lustrous period of our younger days and as we see it now we all are presently at square one and have only seen the further displacement of our community members as our younger generation are now scattered in our vast country and also in other countries of the world. Since displacement, we as a community have dispersed in every nook and Corner of India, and the government talks about providing facilities to Jammu and Delhi kps for filling these forms of inclusion, correction, or deletion, but what about our other community people, who can't take this cumbersome exercise and they all will remain neglected on account of their right to franchise which is a fundamental right of everyone. Not so many of our community members are interested in working on this exercise once again as they already know the fate of this futile exercise.
I want to know how the election department can rope in any Kashmiri Pandit Community Member who resides other than in Jammu, Delhi, and Chandigarh to enroll in this latest revision of the electoral process.
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
I am presently in Srinagar city with my family on a sightseeing tour of the Kashmir Valley. Along with us are the parents of my daughter-in-law. For them, this journey is filled with excitement and wonder. My daughter-in-law too is visibly thrilled. The recent snowfall in the higher reaches of Gulmarg, Sonamarg and other areas has added magic to their anticipation. Their conversations revolve around snow-covered mountains, chilly winds, photographs, and the sheer beauty of Kashmir.
I watch their excitement quietly. Their joy is genuine, innocent, and heartfelt—and I do not begrudge it. How can one not fall in love with Kashmir at first sight? The valley still carries an unmatched charm, a timeless beauty that captivates every newcomer. For them, Kashmir is a dream destination finally coming alive.
But for me, this journey is something entirely different.
I am not seeing Kashmir for the first time. I am not discovering it. I was born of this land. I belong to it in a way that cannot be explained to those who come here as visitors. Every road, every bend, every mountain silhouette stirs memories buried deep within me. And yet, as I walk through Srinagar today, I carry an unsettling feeling—I feel like an alien in my own homeland.
This is perhaps the most painful truth of my life.
While others admire the landscape, I search for familiarity that once existed. While they speak of hotels and sightseeing spots, I remember homes, neighbourhoods, temples, schools, and a way of life that once flowed naturally here. The land remains, but the life that made it mine has been ruptured. The continuity of belonging has been violently broken.
There is an invisible distance between me and my own soil.
As an aboriginal inhabitant of the Kashmir Valley, my relationship with this land is not seasonal or recreational. It is ancestral. It is emotional. It is spiritual. Yet decades of displacement, neglect, and silence have reduced me to a mere observer—someone who visits, not someone who belongs. I stand amidst the crowd, yet feel profoundly alone.
What hurts the most is the contrast.
I see my relatives enjoying Kashmir as a place of leisure, while I mourn it as a place of loss. I hear laughter where my heart recalls silence. I see excitement where my memories whisper grief. They will return with photographs and stories. I return with questions that have never found answers.
This trip has made one thing painfully clear to me: Kashmir welcomes everyone with open landscapes, but it has not yet healed its relationship with its own aboriginal children. For the world, it is paradise. For me, it is a wounded memory—beautiful, yes, but deeply scarred.
I walk through Srinagar with pride in my heritage, yet with a heaviness in my heart. I am home, and yet not home. I am present, and yet absent. This journey, meant to be a family outing, has quietly turned into an emotional reckoning—a reminder of what was taken away, and of a belonging that still waits to be restored.
Until that day comes, I remain a visitor in the land that once called me its own.
by Author: Yekjah • 5
by Author: Suniel Kumar Dhar • 5
by Author: Mithlesh Dhar • 5
by Author: Yekjah • 5
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