An ode to the unknown soldier

He loves Hindi songs.
Just like you.

He hates injections.
Just like you.

He cried each time Amitabh died.
Just like you.

He’s been in love once or twice.
Just like you.

He’ll bleed if you cut him.
Just like you.

He’s happiest at home.
Just like you.

He loves the smell of rain on sun scorched earth.
Just like you.

He cheered India at old Trafford.
Just like you.

He dreams for his children.
Just like you.

He’s gone to die for a stranger.
And that stranger is you.

- Copied from the Internet.

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water

You complain of a 'headache', and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.

You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.

You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.

You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.

You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.

You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.


Respect the soldiers.... we sleep comfortably because they is guarding the frontiers...

And I am back :)

Nearly 2.5 years since I last blogged...I know...I know...Everyone said that this will happen...and I did fall prey to this game called life...

2.5 years, 2 long trips to UK, 1 to Switzerland, 1 to New Zealand and in the meanwhile, close friends have got married, another close friend is getting married in nearly a month and I am also planning to start a masters :) 

Life has been busy, but I cannot use that as an excuse.

In this new year, I hope to be more regular with my blog.

Happy New Year Everyone :) Have a good one :)