I received this mail today and I really felt that you should all read it at least once...
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We all have heard and seen the news and it has saddened us all. It has outraged me as it is no longer a terrorist attack but war. Pakistan has brought the war into our homes and we are still talking about a Hindu-Muslim divide.
We all have heard and seen the news and it has saddened us all. It has outraged me as it is no longer a terrorist attack but war. Pakistan has brought the war into our homes and we are still talking about a Hindu-Muslim divide.
I believe we are standing on the brink of devastation with blind politicians and an illiterate populace which will see what is shown....we need to see the writing on the wall. Pakistan is at war with us. And we do not seem to realise the gravity of the situation.
We send out our police to deal with a highly trained and brainwashed enemy...the three top cops just walked into bullets because they thought they were dealing with ordinary terrorists. Our lathi wielding, overweight police is no match . A case of letting the fox among chickens! What can the chickens do other than flutter and die amidst a lot of clucking!
Only our Armed Forces stand between us and disaster. And they are a taken for granted, an ill equipped, demoralised lot. Perhaps they question their importance too. But I know that what saves me and mine is that 24 yr old boy from Haryana who is more afraid of being laughed at than he is of catching a bullet, the tall lad from Punjab who will do what his saab tells him, the diminiutive Gorkha who is bravery personified and their young idealistic officers who lead from the front. Why I say idealistic is that the Army offers nothing other than honour and duty...and the ones who respond to the call are the true patriots. There was a time we held patriots dear and acknowledged our debt to them...now idealism is another name for foolishness.
I remember the Kargil war and the unbelievable acts of bravery and raw courage it threw up....who can forget Capt. Batra's laughing bearded face and that immortal line "YEH DIL MANGE MORE!" And a 19 yr old Yogendra Singh Yadav with 3 bullets in him, climbing up a gruelling 60 feet to reach and neutralize an enemy bunker and engage in combat…our only living PVC, Capt Vijayant Thapar whose farewell letter should be read by us aloud to our kids...."I have no regrets..if I become a human again, I will again join the Army and fight for my nation....if you can, please come and see where the Army fought for your tomorrow....never forget the sacrifice of these men...Papa, you should feel proud....Live Life King Size!" He was all of 22. Capt Anuj Nayyar, whose heroism fuelled a movie and numerous TV serials…this roll call of honour goes on and on. And it still brings forth tears from me…tears of pride and sorrow and personal loss. And a feeling that we cannot take these sacrifices for granted anymore.
Only our Armed Forces stand between us and disaster. And they are a taken for granted, an ill equipped, demoralised lot. Perhaps they question their importance too. But I know that what saves me and mine is that 24 yr old boy from Haryana who is more afraid of being laughed at than he is of catching a bullet, the tall lad from Punjab who will do what his saab tells him, the diminiutive Gorkha who is bravery personified and their young idealistic officers who lead from the front. Why I say idealistic is that the Army offers nothing other than honour and duty...and the ones who respond to the call are the true patriots. There was a time we held patriots dear and acknowledged our debt to them...now idealism is another name for foolishness.
I remember the Kargil war and the unbelievable acts of bravery and raw courage it threw up....who can forget Capt. Batra's laughing bearded face and that immortal line "YEH DIL MANGE MORE!" And a 19 yr old Yogendra Singh Yadav with 3 bullets in him, climbing up a gruelling 60 feet to reach and neutralize an enemy bunker and engage in combat…our only living PVC, Capt Vijayant Thapar whose farewell letter should be read by us aloud to our kids...."I have no regrets..if I become a human again, I will again join the Army and fight for my nation....if you can, please come and see where the Army fought for your tomorrow....never forget the sacrifice of these men...Papa, you should feel proud....Live Life King Size!" He was all of 22. Capt Anuj Nayyar, whose heroism fuelled a movie and numerous TV serials…this roll call of honour goes on and on. And it still brings forth tears from me…tears of pride and sorrow and personal loss. And a feeling that we cannot take these sacrifices for granted anymore.
The least we can do is learn from them…our enemy has a face…it is not Muslim…it is Pakistan ! Pakistanis do not see you and me as Hindu, Christian, Sikh, doctor, engineer, poet…we are their faceless enemy and to destroy us is the only gameplan. Why can't we see what they have made so plain?
I will go and donate blood and I will be vigilant in public places. I vow to take note of abandoned stuff and report it…and I will sit up all night when I see my country under attack and hold my head in my hands when I see the dead, the dying and the injured…is it enough?
We should take a leaf out of Israel 's book…I am no politician nor am I interested in political correctness..what I see is that the world fried and baked and grilled the Jews…millions of them and NO ONE spoke up…no one saw anything! While smoke was billowing from the crematoriums and the stench of human flesh was all pervading, no one saw or heard or smelt anything…they were the unseen dead. So they decided that they had to take care of themselves and that history would never repeat itself for them again. How many of us will have to be dismembered, to die anonymously in battle without knowing that they were the enemy….how much more will we take…how much is enough…is a 100 dead and 200 injured less…tomorrow when the tally is 500 dead and 1000 injured, is it enough? When do we get up and say that one dead Indian is one too many! How many more of these endless, bloody harvests do we have to witness and endure?
There are mails which proudly declare that India has never invaded any country in her entire history…when will we circulate mails stating that we gouge out the eyes that look at India sideways and tear out limbs that rise against us! And when will our war-cry be "ENOUGH"…
When will we reach out for our golden future which lies just around the corner? I KNOW it does exist…I can FEEL it! I can feel the throb of a mighty Indian awakening. There is so much of hope in me, Iam a believer!
The question is when! When will my brethren see in each other an Indian! When will India become our motherland and not a 'developing' country one must flee from! When will our national anthem bring tears of pride in our eyes! When will a Raj Thackeray never dare verbalise his stinking politics for fear of a public lynching from his very own 'marathi manoos'! When will the politician become a patriot and a leader! When will we find ourselves!
I will end with some of my favourite martial quotes:-
THE PAIN IS TEMPORARY, THE PRIDE IS FOREVER.
WHAT DOES'NT KILL YOU, STRENGTHENS YOU. And its inofficial continuation…WHAT KILLS YOU, STRENGTHENS YOUR MOTHER!
PERSISTENT DEFENCE, EFFECTIVE INTIMIDATION.
BATTLE WE MUST WHEN ENEMY IN SIGHT.
SARVATRA IZZAT O IQBAL (Everywhere, Honour and Glory)
BALIDANAM VEER LAKSHANAM
SHASTRA SE SHAKTI.
MY ISRAELI FAVOURITE..IN THE PLACE WHERE THE (TANK) TREADS STOP, THERE THE BORDER WILL BE DECIDED!
THE HARD WE DO TODAY, THE IMPOSSIBLE WE DO TOMORROW.
A PERSONAL FAVOURITE…AN ARMY BUILDS A NATION.
ONE WOUNDS ME WITH IMPUNITY.
HE WHO KNOWS WHEN HE CAN FIGHT AND WHEN HE CANNOT, WILL BE VICTORIOUS.
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PS: I haven't written this mail, but we can still discuss what it says..
I will go and donate blood and I will be vigilant in public places. I vow to take note of abandoned stuff and report it…and I will sit up all night when I see my country under attack and hold my head in my hands when I see the dead, the dying and the injured…is it enough?
We should take a leaf out of Israel 's book…I am no politician nor am I interested in political correctness..what I see is that the world fried and baked and grilled the Jews…millions of them and NO ONE spoke up…no one saw anything! While smoke was billowing from the crematoriums and the stench of human flesh was all pervading, no one saw or heard or smelt anything…they were the unseen dead. So they decided that they had to take care of themselves and that history would never repeat itself for them again. How many of us will have to be dismembered, to die anonymously in battle without knowing that they were the enemy….how much more will we take…how much is enough…is a 100 dead and 200 injured less…tomorrow when the tally is 500 dead and 1000 injured, is it enough? When do we get up and say that one dead Indian is one too many! How many more of these endless, bloody harvests do we have to witness and endure?
There are mails which proudly declare that India has never invaded any country in her entire history…when will we circulate mails stating that we gouge out the eyes that look at India sideways and tear out limbs that rise against us! And when will our war-cry be "ENOUGH"…
When will we reach out for our golden future which lies just around the corner? I KNOW it does exist…I can FEEL it! I can feel the throb of a mighty Indian awakening. There is so much of hope in me, Iam a believer!
The question is when! When will my brethren see in each other an Indian! When will India become our motherland and not a 'developing' country one must flee from! When will our national anthem bring tears of pride in our eyes! When will a Raj Thackeray never dare verbalise his stinking politics for fear of a public lynching from his very own 'marathi manoos'! When will the politician become a patriot and a leader! When will we find ourselves!
I will end with some of my favourite martial quotes:-
THE PAIN IS TEMPORARY, THE PRIDE IS FOREVER.
WHAT DOES'NT KILL YOU, STRENGTHENS YOU. And its inofficial continuation…WHAT KILLS YOU, STRENGTHENS YOUR MOTHER!
PERSISTENT DEFENCE, EFFECTIVE INTIMIDATION.
BATTLE WE MUST WHEN ENEMY IN SIGHT.
SARVATRA IZZAT O IQBAL (Everywhere, Honour and Glory)
BALIDANAM VEER LAKSHANAM
SHASTRA SE SHAKTI.
MY ISRAELI FAVOURITE..IN THE PLACE WHERE THE (TANK) TREADS STOP, THERE THE BORDER WILL BE DECIDED!
THE HARD WE DO TODAY, THE IMPOSSIBLE WE DO TOMORROW.
A PERSONAL FAVOURITE…AN ARMY BUILDS A NATION.
ONE WOUNDS ME WITH IMPUNITY.
HE WHO KNOWS WHEN HE CAN FIGHT AND WHEN HE CANNOT, WILL BE VICTORIOUS.
"
PS: I haven't written this mail, but we can still discuss what it says..
