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New Age Stress: UberOla

Research on Stress@Work during my MBA gave me insights into this phenomena. I was amazed to learn that Stress is as old as human beings. The Hunter Gatherer was stressed when he used to leave for his day’s hunt. His stress was – “Will I get my dinner today or will I be the dinner for my Prey?”

On the other hand, there is a good Stress – called EuStress. It propels us to perform better and stretch ourselves to achieve more. Such stress is very much required to be more productive and also to be creative in solving problems. No wonder our bosses are misusing this and stretching us a bit too far than what is comfy for us.

Modern Life Style and tools that are there to help us in life have added even more Stresses in in the list. The New Age Stress List now would read like this:-

  • Lack of Wifi
  • Phone not switching on
  • Some important call you need to make and the other guys phone is out of reach
  • Contacts getting wiped off
  • Laptop misbehaving
  • Wrong Facebook posts – more so when you upload a really bad looking Selfie
  • Posting adult content in your family WhatsApp group
  • Photo bombing by unknown people
  • Pizza not arriving in 30 minutes
  • Really bad topping on Pizza after waiting for long
  • Unable to book train through IRCTC
  • Next seat guy talking loudly on phone
  • Kids playing games on their Tab without muting sound
  • Waiting for the any page to download despite good signal
  • Your phone Battery about to die
  • Not finding the Charger when Battery is about to die
  • Forgetting the Pin of your Debit Card while at the ATM
  • Mistyping your Internet Banking password and getting your account locked
  • Booking the movie on a wrong date
  • You may add more woes that you faced here……
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Last few days I have added Uber/Ola to the Stress List, and here is why. Having to catch a flight early in the morning, I diligently booked an Ola Cab the previous day, and got the SMS “Your Ola will arrive 15 minutes before time”. At the scheduled time, I kept waiting…No Cab and worse No Call. Not even an intimation. I was sure to miss the flight. I desperately searched for a cab from the many apps I had and was lucky to find one who came at the nick of the time. I caught my flight with 1/1000th of a second left for the gates to close. Milkha Singh would have been proud of me!!

Another day, no intimation, but I could see a number of cars roaming around. On calling the Customer Care, she promptly told me that my booking was for 5:45 PM and not AM. I was damned for silly oversight. Not my fault you see, these apps have crazy interfaces, AM becomes PM without you even noticing it.

This morning a repeat performance with a difference. I was told by the SMS that there are no cabs in the vicinity. My ever helpful wife was woken up from her deep slumber and she drove me to the airport. I am seriously considering to add “knowing driving” as a must in the list of Qualitative Requirements while searching for spouses for my kids.

Couple of days back my friend’s wife was let down very badly despite her booking a day prior. She had to reach for an important event in which her child was taking part. Last minute “No Cab” Stress must have added a few wrinkles to her face. And the cruel twist was that Cabs were available in Uber for a whopping 8X Surge Pricing. Can you imagine having to pay 2400 bucks for a trip that would only cost 300. A flight ticket for the same distance would have been much cheaper. I will now definitely vote for any Govt that can Ban the Surge Pricing trick of these scamsters.117330-33523-Olacabs_Taxi

Ideas for Cab Operators/ Aggregators. Is it such a complex issue for Ola to detail a vehicle to be in place on time esp. when they have taken advance bookings? Can’t they offer an assured cab for a nominal higher price – the differential to move a cab to the desired place. Can’t they get their cabs to move to areas where demand is high? By now they must be having enough Big Data to analyse how the demand surges in particular areas at particular times. Yet they let down unsuspecting folks in the last minute and kill them with this New Stress. Let’s get together and fight these conmen.

What can we possibly do? To ensure these guys don’t fleece us we should

  • Never book during high surcharge. Let them go without business.
  • Sign the petition against Surge Pricing https://www.change.org/p/uber-india-stop-using-surge-pricing-to-loot-your-customers
  • Keep your neighbourhood friendly taxi man’s number handy.
  • Only book reliable Taxi Service or a known Taxi Driver for time critical journeys to Airports and Railway Station. Never book an Ola for it.
  • Ensure your neighbours are kept in good humour and encourage friendly relationships, so that they are present to lend a helping hand should you get stuck.
  • And the last but most important – Get your partner to learn driving Today. There is never a better day to start, than Today.

Living a Stress Free Life is an impossibility in today’s world. Hence here is my wish for you

May you lead a Less Stressful Life.

Twitter: Daily Dose of Intellect or Abuse?

Many a times in the recent past, I have mulled whether to uninstall Twitter. I think I can afford to live without the negativity and abuse in my life. No000_par7706041.19579082841.w640, I have NOT been trolled or abused personally except a couple of times. I was lucky to be able to give back in a more educated way till the offending person apologized. But I see many others, many celebrities, some well-known figures, esp. women being harassed, abused in the filthiest of the language, with vivid description of their anatomies. If it is a male then his parentage is questioned every time. And Yes, I forgot, our Nationalism & Patriotism too is questioned. And add to it, is the advice to go to a favorite destination -a trip to our neighboring country.

Twitter wShirshas a great platform to interact with people. To be concise in our words given the restriction for 140 letter limit. It brought out the best one can say in so few words. It gave me breaking news, to views on ground, rather than from colored journalists.  It gave us a platformSuresh Prabhu to express ourselves well, and to share our opinion, crack a joke or post a tit for tat message with humour and intelligence. I love Shirish Kunder’s hilarious tongue in check comments and his take on events. It is a platform where one could express, be heard, resolve issues and reach out for help. I have seen many good things spread through Twitter. The prime example being our own Railway Minister Suresh Prabhu 882ac505-7b70-403a-8a93-862f7782d18busing Twitter to reach out and help passengers in distress, or many corporates using the Tweets to handle irate customers.

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Our PM uses it to convey his views and has become a much followed leader with nearly 1.94 crore (19.4 Million) followers.

Yet, somewhere we lost the plot. There came in a Brigade of illiterate, paid per tweet Trolls, uncouth in behavior, unparliamentary in their language, fueled by politics and divisive in their agenda, who have made the place quite unliveable. Disagreeing is a part of debate, yet everything in Twitter turns to abuse and vitriolic hatred. I witnessed once, aAjay Shukla wife of a senior Defence officer, who has lived always for the nation, taken all her discomforts in her stride, called a Paki Bot, by an educated illiterate, just because she tweeted in support of the OROP and her handle had a Muslim name.

Another journalist Col Ajay Shukla has been accused of being Absent without Leave from Army (which is a total lie) and is also called a Arms Wheeler Dealer just because he is in disagreement with some policies of the Govt. These are the least of the abuses in the hierarchy.

Shruti Seth was abused and trolled for tweeting against the PM’s idea of Selfie with Daughter. RBarkhaecently Barkha Dutt revealed that she was a victim of sexual abuse as a child. Such a profound moment of truth for a women under national glare giving her voice to the illness in our society. How long would she have debated in her mind to bring the incident out into public forum, is anybody’s guess. One need not agree to Barkha’s views. But as a woman, she had shared her pain. Yet she was abPicture1used so much, that the pain she must have got on Twitter would definitely been more than the physical trauma she must have endured.

Anyone who talks against the the Govt, is a target. This is phenomena that I noticed for the past two – three years. One feels there is an organised Tweet Brigade at work to take on anyone who says anything against the Govt line of thinking. One should see the kind of tweets, to actually understand the level of intellect displayed by some of these brainless vermin. Just because a smart phone has been given to them, they revel to reveal how idiotic they are.

Some have a jaundiced mind, so much of prejudice and an agenda, that they do not even have a sense to understand a tweet from a parody account. Even our Home Minister was a victim of this thought, when he quoted a parody account tweet as proof of something that never happened during the JNU episode.

I can understand if an illiterate, good for nothing person tweets such rubbish. The saddest part is there are enough educated with highly placed jobs, who do this, and find glee in the anonymity. Freedom of speech has made us such uncouth citizens. I wish Twitter does something to suPicture41ch abusive people.

So what must we do? I have seen a group called #BhaktHunters who have been getting abusive accounts deactivated. But that, I feel is restricted to political agenda mostly. I have also seen some abusive guys squirming and apologising when some lady threatened to complaint to the cyber police. All of you esp. women out there, stick to the Truth and Facts, and when it gets abusive, do complain to the Police if the Tweet crosses limits of decency. You may check this link for more information.

https://support.twitter.com/articles/20169998

Block the Trolls and abusers, and do not allow Picture11anyone to just follow you. One may be in a race to collect max followers, but remember you are as good as the company you keep. Hence filter them out.

I think I will go Twitterless for now or just block or un-follow the brainless, till a sense of sanity prevails. Till then the newspaper will be my last resort to get breaking news. I have stopped watching the brainless debates on TV for couple of years now. Better to live peacefully than get a daily dose of bullshit served through your mobile phone.

“You cannot Change the People around You, but you Can Change the People that you choose to be around”

May Peace Be With You!

Was it a Wasted Year?- The Train From Rajasthan

The train moved on……                                               

Sand to our left, Sands to our right 

Endless stretches of undulating sand in sight…..

Undaunted in spirit, Unshaken in resolve 

Onward, towards Victory

We soldiers marched……….

We prepared for war in 2001 with a new found shine and sheen. An added spring in our step…..You have to read my previous post to get the gist of the 5 lines20140504sarvada300 above. We looked forward to taste blood first and victory later. We got roasted in the desert heat; we drank brackish water that had a funny taste. Our vehicles ploughed their way through the loose sandy dunes a
nd our tanks cut through the sand. The Sun bore on our tents turning them a faded white from Olive Green. The sand got into our underpants. Undaunted still, we waited to go for the Kill.

A year passed by. 2002 came. Nothing happened. Just nothing. An empty feeling. Is this what we achieved? Is it for this that we spoke aloud, motivated our boys and geared them up to lay down their lives? Was it indeed a wasted year? What did we achieve, if at all we achieved something? Read on …….

Mobilisation. We achieved an actual mobilisation. Till then, we had only practiced training mobilisation, where at the bottom of the heart we knew that we had to only impress our superiors and not actually go to war. But here was a live situation where we had to impress ourselves first, and go to war. We had to load each and every piece of what we would actually need. There was a fear that we might miss the smallest thing when the actual time came. So we mobilised the way we trained but followed our gut feeling too. We achieved the perfect mobilisation. We learnt in the process. The lessons which each and every member of our team will remember for the rest of their lives.

Operational Move. We achieved actual move to the Op location. Erstwhile practice moves were only for a few kilometers. The unsaid rule then, was safety. Here we moved a thousand kilometers lock, stock and barrel. We got the entire Regiment in trucks, trains, and tank transporters across states into the deserts. The Army moved entire Commands, Corps and Divisions. We learnt how to do it in the least time, with least effort and with no casualties.

Affiliation & Training. We practiced the actual drills on ground. Till then, it was all a skeletal affair – One tank depicting 3, when we had practiced in peace locations. Never before had I and many others, seen an entire Combat Group (An Armoured unit consisting of nearly 60 Tanks including those of Engineers, Artillery, Air Defence and Signals) and Combat Command of over 300 tanks plus (An Armoured Brigade) moving. Sometimes I just stood atop a highest dune and the sight from there was awesome; to see over 60 AFVs grinding their way through the dunes. I felt powerful, felt invincible, such powerful emotions that can never be put on paper. The Commanding Officer of an Armoured Regiment I was affiliated to, remarked that he had never seen an entire Combat Group moving together like this in his entire service career. I am sur-1-752836re that some Commanders and their Commanders too would have agreed with him. We married up with the CG’s, got affiliated and had the best integration we could ever achieve. Each and every boy of my battery did exactly what he was supposed to do in war, and he was proud that he could do it well. We learnt the tricks of the trade, well enough to last us another 20 years. I could train young recruits in driving jeeps and tanks. With no traffic in sight this was easily achieved. That kind of opportunity to train, I wonder, would they ever get in life.

Survival.  We lived in the harshest terrain in the worst winters and blazing summers. A full year, with sand in our food and water, in our clothes and body. We survived fighting fit, happy, and content. We shall never forget how to survive and survive well to live and to fight. We would have never learnt this art back home. The best of our ability to survive had to come out in the deserts in the face of adversity.

Bonding. We stood by each other. We rose above our daily trifles. We got together as one family. Our families got together, and supported each other back in the Garrison. Our new found camaraderie and spirit- de- corps was wonderful. We found we could trust our men, we found that they were indeed responsible men; they were ferociously loyal and had the best integrity. I would never have noticed these qualities in the peace location. These cannot be achieved in practice camps or through lectures and demonstrations. There needs to be the threat of war for such spirits to emerge.

Team Building. I got time to spend with my men. With hardly any administrative duty to bother about, I could spend days together to improve the quality of their lives, to solve their problems and to streamline the procedures in the subunit. We did what we were supposed to do and got tremendous satisfaction from it. I understood my boys better than what I ever knew about them. The so called distance between the Officers and the men reduced. We breathed as a team, our hearts beat together in synchrony. We achieved what we had never before achieved. A vibrant, fighting fit and raring to go to war – unit.

Confidence. We were sure that we could fight. We were sure that we could win. We got convinced that our trainingArmy-holding-St36049 has after all not been fruitless. We got confidence in our equipment, in our Workshop and their ability to deliver. We believed in each other. We knew we were led by able men, by able Commanders. We achieved the confidence back in ourselves and in the Army. Our plans were good; that we were not able to test them is another story.

Coercive Diplomacy.   At the national level much has been claimed that ours was a flawed move. But this was the very first time in the history of the world that an entire army had been mobilised for coercive diplomacy. Earlier, it was only Navies that did this job. We made Musharaff speak to the world twice in Jan 2002 and in May 2002, pledging to stop abetting terrorism. We turned the spotlight on Pakistan, got the world opinion against them. We got the J&K elections completed, achieving faith and trust of the world in conducting the democratic process and giving the healing touch.

We may not have achieved what we set out to go but we achieved much more than what we could have done otherwise. Admiral (retired) J G Nadkarni wrote “He who never dares is timid. But one who does not learn lessons from a failure is a fool. We have many lessons to learn from our year long deployment of the forces. Lessons in diplomacy, in timing, in both the application and limitation of force”.

In retrospect, like waves of a sea in the thick of a storm, we surged and rose with full froth and fury. We churned the sea, raring to go, to lash hard against the enemy shores….

But alas! Nothing happened. The storm passed. The waves receded back into the folds of the tranquil sea. The uneasy calm resumes….

Was it really a year wasted? It may appear so. But let’s think deeper. Let’s search our hearts honestly, and the answer, most fauji’s would find deep within. I end with a very famous quote – “The more we Sweat in Peace, the Less we Bleed in War”

Preparing for War: The Train to Rajasthan

The other day I met EssKay. I accused him of being in the same station yet not finding time to meet up friends. He said – “Kya Karen, just returned from an Exercise in Rajasthan”. Memories transported me again…..Rajasthan holds special place for me in my career, I went there immediately on getting commissioned and trained most of my life as a soldier, in Rajasthan, more than any other place.

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It was a chilly winter morning on the 17 Dec 2001. I was groggy when the brilliant sun broke through the early morning sky. We were on the move, the whole night and had reached Sami Ka Tala, a non-descriptive remote village in the map of Rajasthan, to progress the battle further. We were taking part in a major exercise in the sandy deserts of Rajasthan, totally oblivious to the happenings in the outside world. Barring the odd transistor which some of us carried, there was little else with which to know how the events were shaping up. The transistor too had kept its regular news updates. But something had brewed in Delhi. Terrorist had struck  on the symbol of Indian democracy – The Parliament. And a decision was taken four days later. We were unaware of that, that winter morning.

The first shock came when a message was passed through the wireless radio, terminating the two day old exercise, which otherwise was planned for six long days. I had sleep in my mind when we heard rumours flying thick and fast. “Exercise Terminated; Mobilisation Ordered; War is on; We will avenge the attack on the Parliament”, so on and so forth. We huddled together around the lone transistor, tweaking it to listen if we could get some information. No, it never mentioned anything on the mobilisation. To make matters worse, there was no news coming from the official channels. Radio silence was imposed and we were ‘High and Dry’ in the information arena. Discussions on the radio channels by experts were going on at regular intervals, with their not so expert comments on how to deal with a rogue called Pakistan. Will a Surgical strike do the job, will it be a nuclear attack or will it be just a raid, or is it going to be a Hot Pursuit?

The tension was palpable on everybody’s face. It was not about war, but the lack of information about what exactly was happening. On the other hand we were really thrilled, to realise that at last we might have the golden opportunity that comes once in a lifetime, to put together all that we had trained for and fight; – Fight for the nation and be victorious in War. At seven in the evening, the Commandant of the Armoured Regiment with which I was affiliated came from a daylong conference at the Formation Headquarters. He confirmed that it was indeed “Mobilisation”. We were told to get back to our own Regiment location and reach a tentative Concentration Area. But not before a parting hug and some brave plans to meet in Karachi- Insha Allah! Suddenly, we found a new camaraderie among the Officers and men.

That started a long journey. A journey from the golden sdsc0932ands of Rajasthan to the unit location, and back to these rolling dunes, bringing along the full complement of our equipment, men and material. We barely breathed the next few days. Collecting all the persons and equipment strewn around Rajasthan on exercise and getting them at one place, and then rushing back a 1000 kms to the unit peace location to collect the balance complement.

Those at the Regiment peace location were more professional than the rest of us. They had prepared on a war footing and the entire Regiment was ready and packed up awaiting the vehicles, trucks and trains to move to the borders. In about 3-4 days, convoy after convoy started its move to the Op location. None knew where we would go, and when we would go. We knew it was Rajasthan and then Pakistan. I was one of the last to leave in a Train. Waiting for the train to take us to glory was indeed painful. My days started and ended at the railway station. Every dawn we were prepared to load the train in six hours only to be told at dusk that the train might be placed at night. That ensured sleepless nights too.

The kids were thrilled to see us at home for an extra day. But our thoughts were not centered on our family. The wife and kids were the last problems on the agenda. Our thoughts were dominated by the lone worry of getting all the men and material in one piece, fighting fit, to the Op location. And then the question, “Can we deliver, when the time comes?” The women folk were the bravest. No shed tears, no chest beating. Brave wives of officers and men rallied together. The bonding of family only strengthened. They were keen to look after each other and not run away to their parents. I wondered, Whether war actually does wonders to a peacetime army? Remarkable was the way everyone adapted to the new loneliness and separation. These were indeed brave women behind the brave men.

Fear was not seen nor mentioned by anyone. None of the many boys I spoke to mentioned fear. They were not afraid. On the contrary they were eager to fight. Fed up of peacetime soldiering, they were ready and eager to go to war. After all some of them had only trained and trained their entire life, and they now wanted to know if it were of any use. A new camaraderie, a purpose in their lives, a sense of heightened responsibility, all were seen emerging. I could sense smartness in the way the young boys moved about in their daily work. Little did we all realise that the long wait in the deserts would take the gleam off their new found thrill.

Our Formation had practiced the mob drills often. Hardly had two months passed since our last practice during the routine annual inspection. Hence getting prepared for the mobilisation was not new to us, but moving lock stock and barrel to the Op location was indeed very much new to us. Our Regiment was in three different locations all over India, when the call came. A part of it was on exercise in Rajasthan, some were in Delhi practicing for the Republic Day parade, and a major portion had just returned a day prior from the missile firing from the eastern coast. Yet getting all these groups together was achieved without much delay. Persons were sent all over in all directions and we all converged back into Rajasthan. Some on Tank transporters, some on vehicles and the rest on the two trains. Brave boys of ours undertook this mammoth task and did it without any mishaps. They reaffirmed the faith reposed in them that we could count on them when it mattered the most.

I was the man deputed and entrusted with bringing the train safely at the earliest to our destination. Little did I sleep properly during those days. I had a wonderful set of officers who undertook their respective tasks and all that I did was to sit back and go over my checklists to see if I had overlooked anything that I would require once I land up there. The train move was wonderful. The railways were giving the military traffic priority over the Coal trains. In all my erstwhile peacetime moves, the coal used to be treated better than the soldiers. For once we were thrilled to know that we were better off than coal.

We moved faster than we imagined. Children, women, men old and young waved at us and showed that they supported us. It was a patriotically charged atmosphere. We felt elated and proud to have got an opportunity to show the nation that we meant business. We knew that they were looking at us expectantly to deliver – to teach the Pakis a lesson. The entire country was with us. We were on top of the world getting all this undivided attention.

Again I sat back and thought, in the normal course of things none would have even batted an eyelid to see us move, but today we were the cynosure of all eyes, the saviours of the nation. What a change in the behaviour of the people! I thanked Musharaff.  We became heroes overnight. Brave hearts ready to live or die for the nation, brave martyrs or glorious victors! Suddenly we woke up to a new meaning and purpose in our lives!

The train moved on……

Sand to our left, Sands to our right

Endless stretches of undulating sand in sight…..

Undaunted in spirit, Unshaken in resolve

Onwards, towards Victory

We soldiers marched……….

 

“Bring down the Fire on Me”: Circa 1999 Our Own Tales of Sheer Courage

Kargil War 1999

In the last week of March 2016, many of us were awestruck by the courage and patriotism of Russian Officer Lt Alexander Prokhorenko who when surrounded by ISIS and with no possible means of escape, in ISIS infested Palmyra in Syria, took the decision to call airstrike on his own location by calling in Russian warplanes to obliterate his location.32A3F4D100000578-3513911-Heroic_Alexander_Prokhorenko_left_with_his_wife_Ekaterina_was_su-a-23_1459263449436

This Special Forces soldier, was on a secret mission. He has since been hailed as a hero in his native Russia and even nick named the Russian Rambo. He is being awarded the highest bravery award of Russia “Hero of the Russia” by the President Vladmir Putin.

The whole world including Russia’s former adversaries are saluting this act of sheer bravery. Some former US & NATO veterans have openly saluted their enemy officer. Only a man in uniform knows how hard it is to take such a decision where one is willing to sacrifice oneself provided the enemy too is destroyed.

Well this incident has opened up memories yet again where the Heroes this time are not Russian and location is not any foreign land. It is located in our very own India where the Braveheart’s were none other than my course mates Chow and PeeKay and 80 odd officers and men of a fantastic Battalion.

Year 1999. Somewhere in the Drass Sector in Kargil. Peak of offensive against the Pakis in progress to dislodge them from each of the peaks they infiltrated. Time early morning 3 AM. Night of 02/03 July. A fierce attack on Tiger Hill is planned but it was important to divert enemy attention to another feature nearby. Hence this special Battalion is tasked to attack Point 5100- another feature nearby supported by Artillery in a diversionary attack while the main attack at Tiger Hill progresses.

80 brave well trained officers and men that included the Forward Observation Officers Maj Chow and Maj Peekay inched their way on a 75 degree incline, slippery ice, with just 1 meter width, all moving up in one line. As they neared their target, they suddenly realized that they were within 50 meters of a well-entrenched enemy who surrounded them quickly and fired at will and our boys immediately took casualties.

For over many hours they battled their way but were losing men faster than they could afford as Paki’s were sitting on vantage positions and were firing at will. To top it all, Paki’s brought down accurate observed artillery fire on our men, and the shells were causing more destruction. That is when these brave-hearts who were in the line of fire took the decision to bring down own Bofors Artillery fire on their own location.

Just 12 guns of Chow’s unit was in range about 24 kms behind. Chow radioed back to direct fire and gave his own location as reference. The Brigade Major who heard this panicked and announced that the Officer did not know how to read his Map. Chow insisted that they fire on the location that was given. With the enemy 50 meters away he did not have to be told that there is no safety distance that he could play with. He went ahead in a game plan that involved getting killed by his own shell.

Kargil War 1999

For the next two hours, Artillery fire was directed on their own location. Our men, dug fox holes to save themselves from our own shells, and amidst the smoke and fire, Chow and Peekay directed accurate Arty fire on the enemy positions. Each round that landed on their position could be the last round of their life, yet for them the mission now was to save the 80 people with them. During the gaps in the fire, the Battalion quickly evacuated the injured and dead. Our accurate fire surprised the Paki’s. They could no longer direct their own arty fire. They no longer could pick on our soldiers at will. Our men were in the open just covered by our own arty fire. They survived the whole day.

When it was dark again they evacuated all the injured to 20 kms away to an air head, through sheer super human effort. We lost about 18 comrades that day. But for that decision to bring fire on own location many more could have been lost. Luckily, Chow and PeeKay are alive to recount their tale today.win_1435836096_725x725

This operation divided the Paki efforts and attention, which eased out pressure for the Battalion tasked to capture Tiger Hill and that was achieved a day later.

PeeKay was awarded a Sena Medal for Gallantry. Chow received splinter injuries and a GOC in C Commendation Card. Many in the Battalion were awarded for their grit and bravery. Chow’s Arty unit was bestowed the Battle Honour “Kargil”.But no one spoke of these incidents till last week when the headlines transported them back in time.

This is their story. This their heroism. Both these brave men, and others involved in the operations today are serving officers and I cannot reveal more. This is my Salute to them. Our Brave hearts.

My wish is – if and only if these incidents were documented for posterity, our Forces could learn from. I also hope our hierarchy could honour these men appropriately for their sheer courage, and honour them befittingly. So that others can imbibe the spirit of ‘Never say Die’ attitude.

Does it take a Russian to die to tell us that we have better ones closer home? And many of those are sitting at Jantar Mantar asking for their just dues.

My Question to You is – Have we as a Nation, let these Brave men down?

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