A man found an eagle's egg and placed it under a brooding hen. The egglet hatched with the chickens and grew to be like them. He clucked and cackled; scratched the earth for worms; flapped his wings and managed to fly a few feet in the air.
Years passed. One day, the eagle, now grown old, saw a magnificent bird above him in the sky. It glided in graceful majesty against the powerful wind, with scarcely a movement of its golden wings.
Spellbound, the eagle asked, “who's that?”
“That's the king of birds, the eagle.” Said his neighbour. “ he belongs in the sky. We belong to earth – we're chickens.”
So the eagle lived and died a chicken for that's what he thought he was.
So Don't restrict urself.. Come out of the shell.. Life'z urs! Cheers!!!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Gone are the days
Gone are the days!!!
When
The school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and
benches!
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes!
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!
When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Color pencils and finally sketch pens!
When we started calculating
first with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to
Calculators and computers!
When we chased one another in the
corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms
Drenched in sweat!
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds!
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!
When few played
"kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played
"book cricket" in the
Confines of classroom!
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!
When we used to
watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus!
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint" ,
"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!
Gone are the days
Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long
preparations for them.
Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most
enjoyed holidays after them!
Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!
We learnt,
We enjoyed,
We played,
We won,
We lost,
We laughed,
We cried,
We fought,
We thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more!
Gone are the days
When we used
to talk for hours with our friends!
Now we don't have time to say a 'Hi'!
Gone are the days
When we played games on the road!
Now we
Code on the road with laptop!
Gone are the days
When we saw stars
Shining at Night!
Now we see stars when our code doesn't
Work!
Gone are the days
When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!
Now we chat in chat rooms.....!
Gone are the days
Where we
studied just to pass!
Now we study to save our job!
Gone are the days
Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!
Gone are the days
Where we shouted on the road!
Now we don't shout even at home
Gone are the days
Where we got lectures from all!
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and ever .....
Gone are the Days…. But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!
NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,
DONT FORGET TO
LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL
When
The school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and
benches!
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes!
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!
When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Color pencils and finally sketch pens!
When we started calculating
first with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to
Calculators and computers!
When we chased one another in the
corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms
Drenched in sweat!
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds!
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!
When few played
"kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played
"book cricket" in the
Confines of classroom!
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!
When we used to
watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus!
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint" ,
"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!
Gone are the days
Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long
preparations for them.
Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most
enjoyed holidays after them!
Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!
We learnt,
We enjoyed,
We played,
We won,
We lost,
We laughed,
We cried,
We fought,
We thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more!
Gone are the days
When we used
to talk for hours with our friends!
Now we don't have time to say a 'Hi'!
Gone are the days
When we played games on the road!
Now we
Code on the road with laptop!
Gone are the days
When we saw stars
Shining at Night!
Now we see stars when our code doesn't
Work!
Gone are the days
When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!
Now we chat in chat rooms.....!
Gone are the days
Where we
studied just to pass!
Now we study to save our job!
Gone are the days
Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!
Gone are the days
Where we shouted on the road!
Now we don't shout even at home
Gone are the days
Where we got lectures from all!
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and ever .....
Gone are the Days…. But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!
NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,
DONT FORGET TO
LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
A soldier who was the bravest of the brave
Before he turned 20, Chuni Lal had already won a Sena Medal for bravery on the icy heights of the Siachen glacier. At 21,153 feet, the Siachen glacier is the world's highest and toughest battlefield. To get a sense of the height and what super human effort it must take to fight a battle there, the post that he fought to recapture was just 7,875 feet lower than Mount Everest, which is 29,000 feet tall
The young sepoy, just two years into the army, had volunteered to be a part of the operation led by the indomitable Naib Subedar Bana Singh, one of India's greatest living heroes, who himself won the Param Vir Chakra, the country's highest gallantry award for that operation.
Chuni Lal was a member of Bana Singh's team, which had the task of clearing Pakistani intruders from the post, which was almost an unbreachable glacier fortress with 1,500 feet high walls of ice on both sides. In extremely difficult circumstances, the men led by Bana Singh crawled from trench to trench and cleared the post of all infiltrators.
Twenty years after that feat of courage, by June 2007, Naib Subedar Chuni Lal had won three gallantry awards and was amongst the most highly decorated soldiers of the Indian Army.
The man from Jammu and Kashmir's Bhaderwah in Doda district -- once the hotbed of militancy -- Chuni Lal's medals and his valour are the stuff of legend. In 1999 he was awarded the Vir Chakra -- the third highest bravery award for fighting back Pakistani infiltrators in Poonch and was instrumental in killing 12 intruders as the post commander.
He also did two stints with the United Nations Peace Keeping Force in Somalia and Sudan. His team's courage under fire in Sudan won them a UN citation for valour, the only Indian battalion to be so honoured.
On June 24, 2007, Chuni Lal proved -- yet again -- what made him such an exceptional soldier. Commanding his post in Kupwara, Jammu and Kashmir, at 14,000 feet with a visibility of just 5 metres and a temperature measuring minus 5 degrees, he detected some movement across the fence from the Line of Control. He quickly deployed his soldiers to stop anyone from crossing the LoC.
At 3.30 am the Indian soldiers heard some noise on the fence and challenged it. A volley of Kalishnikov fire greeted the Indian inquiry. The exchange of fire continued for almost an hour, the soldiers surrounded the whole area and searched for the terrorists till daylight broke. On finding nobody, they made way to the last remaining bushy patch -- as they approached closer, to ensure no one had crossed the fence, they were fired upon.
Chuni Lal along with his men continued to close on to the area where the terrorists were hiding and killed two of them on the spot. In the gunfire two soldiers were badly injured and lay precariously close to where the terrorists were. Risking his life Chuni Lal crawled towards them, pulled his men to safety and saved their lives. Then he took charge of the search party again.
He started searching the area, anticipating another hidden terrorist -- his hunch proved right and he saw a third terrorist trying to escape. Chuni Lal charged at him with his weapon, killing him. Unfortunately, the terrorist�s bullet tore his abdomen and left him bleeding profusely.
Unmindful of his grievous injury he took cover behind a boulder, continued firing and did not allow the other terrorists to break the cordon. Under his leadership the two remaining terrorists were also killed. At the end of the operation, five terrorists had been killed and a large amount of ammunition was recovered.
Chuni Lal had lost a lot of blood and by the time a helicopter could airlift him to hospital, the brave soldier had passed into the ages. For his exemplary courage and leadership, Naib Subedar Chuni Lal, who was not even 40 when he died, was awarded the Ashok Chakra, which is equivalent to the Param Vir Chakra, the highest award for bravery.
His rare courage will enhance the annals of Indian military history. The evening before the President of India was to present the award to his grieving wife, his commanding officer and family revealed what made him such an extraordinary soldier and why we should all be grateful to him.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Real Heroes
Three Army personnel will be awarded the coveted Ashok Chakra, all posthumously, by the President of India on the Republic Day. These are Col Vasanth V, Captain Harshan R, and Naib Subedar Chuni. These awards were announced last year and will be received by their next of kin.
Col Vasanth V of 9 Maratha Light Infantry laid down his life in a fire fight when he was personally leading an operation to flush out militants near Uri town in Jammu and Kashmir. He succumbed to his injuries before he reached the hospital. He is survived by his wife Subhashini, two daughters Rukmini and Yeshodha and parents Mr and Mrs Venugopal.
Col Vasanth went to school at many places in Karnataka as his father was working with the LIC. His schooling took him to Mangalore, Ooty, Udupi, Shimoga, Bangalore etc. He graduated from MES College, Bangalore. He was an ardent NCC Cadet and had also participated in a Republic Day parade at Delhi. He also visited Canada on exchange programme through the NCC.
Even as a youngster, he had expressed a desire to be in the army. Being a bright student, he had got selected to do an MBA in the prestigious IIM, but he chose to go to IMA, Dehradun as a Gentleman Cadet.
Col Vasanth – a true idealist and a man of peace – was proud to be an officer of the Indian Army till the very end. He was no armchair idealist. He read widely about military histories and strategy and would take great care to analyse the inscrutable choices that armies have made in history. He attended many seminars and talks, and listened with care to the many different voices of our nation. He was genuinely motivated by sacrifice. He was excited about commanding the 9 Maratha LI and thrilled that he would be joining them on the frontline. For Vasanth, his lifetime commitment was simple – his word and his honour. His personal life always came second.
In 1997, during a discussion with his wife, Subhashini, a Bharatnatyam dancer, Vasanth expressed that there are a lot of people speaking about the soldiers but not many who try to depict the life of the women in their lives. He felt that she should use her talent and her experiences to tell the story of the army wife. This gave the birth to The Silent Front, an organization dedicated to the widows of martyrs. Mrs Suhasini will receive the award bestowed on the gallant officer from the President.
The award will be received by his wife, Mrs Subhashini.
Captain Harshan R was born on 15 Apr 1980 at Manacaud, Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala. An alumnus of Sainik School, Kazhakootam, National Defence Academy (Khadakwasla) and Indian Military Academy, Dehradun, Capt Harshan R volunteered for the Special Forces and was commissioned into 2 PARA (SF) in Dec 2002.
As is known from his Academy days, Harshan was both mentally and physically an outstanding officer. The officer excelled in all his courses, with a special mention to his excellent mountaineering skills which helped him to do exceedingly well in High Altitude Warfare Course. Amongst his other skills, the officer was an under water diver and an excellent cross country runner.
Capt Harshan was a tough officer blessed with uncommon tenacity which reflected in the operations conducted by him and his relentless pursuit of terrorists in the harsh confines of Lolab valley of J & K. The officer established his reputation when in the beginning of Mar 07 he single handedly eliminated two terrorists in an operation that included two top leaders of Hizbul Mujahidin of North Kashmir.
On 20 Mar 2007 the officer received specific input regarding presence of a group of hard core terrorists in Chhoti Margi area of Lolab. Without waiting a moment and despite continuous snowfall the officer rushed to the area with his troops and laid cordon of the house in the early hours of the morning. Taking advantage of a pitch dark night and poor visibility, the terrorists attempted to break cordon. Four terrorists rushed out firing and virtually came face to face with Capt Harshan. Despite being outnumbered Capt Harshan killed one terrorist on the spot, and at the process the officer received a gun shot wound on his neck and fell down. Despite his grievous injuries, the officer continued to engage the remaining terrorists before succumbing and in the process wounded a third terrorist. His valour and supreme courage inspired his colleagues to eliminate the remaining two terrorists in the same operation, one of whom was wounded by the officer.
His award is to be received by Mr K Radhakrishnan Nair, the father of this brave officer.
Naib Subedar Chuni Lal, who received Vir Chakra and Sena Medal for gallantry in earlier operations was born on Bhaderwah in 1968. During training he excelled in military subjects, displayed courage and camaraderie and showed potentials of a true soldier and joined 8 JAK LI (SIACHEN). In 1985, when he was a Sepoy, Chuni Lal volunteered for and played a crucial role in capturing the now famous Bana Top (21,153 ft) on Siachen Glacier. For this act of gallantry he was awarded Sena Medal. He became an example to emulate when in Poonch during OPERATION RAKSHAK he fought an attempted intrusion and was instrumental in beating back the attack killing 12 of the intruders. He was awarded Vir Chakra for this act of gallantry.
An asset to the organization, he represented Indian Army twice as United Nations Peacekeepers in SOMALIA in 1992 and SUDAN in 2006. He again displayed his utility and unflinching devotion to duty while serving in the difficult operational situation of Sudan as a peacekeeper. He was at the forefront in the Malakal crisis for which the battalion was awarded United Nations Unit Citation for valour. He excelled professionally and also did instructor tenure at NCC Officers Training Academy, Kamptee.
On 24 June 2007 on information about likely infiltration in Kupwara Sector he re-sited ambushes to block all escape routes. Leading from the front Naib Subedar Chuni Lal, out-maneuvered the terrorists. By killing three terrorists himself, he inspired and facilitated his small team to kill all other terrorists. The twice-decorated hero displayed exemplary gallantry courage of exceptional order and made supreme sacrifice in the highest traditions of the Army.
The award bestowed on him is to be received by his wife Chintha Devi.
Col Vasanth V of 9 Maratha Light Infantry laid down his life in a fire fight when he was personally leading an operation to flush out militants near Uri town in Jammu and Kashmir. He succumbed to his injuries before he reached the hospital. He is survived by his wife Subhashini, two daughters Rukmini and Yeshodha and parents Mr and Mrs Venugopal.
Col Vasanth went to school at many places in Karnataka as his father was working with the LIC. His schooling took him to Mangalore, Ooty, Udupi, Shimoga, Bangalore etc. He graduated from MES College, Bangalore. He was an ardent NCC Cadet and had also participated in a Republic Day parade at Delhi. He also visited Canada on exchange programme through the NCC.
Even as a youngster, he had expressed a desire to be in the army. Being a bright student, he had got selected to do an MBA in the prestigious IIM, but he chose to go to IMA, Dehradun as a Gentleman Cadet.
Col Vasanth – a true idealist and a man of peace – was proud to be an officer of the Indian Army till the very end. He was no armchair idealist. He read widely about military histories and strategy and would take great care to analyse the inscrutable choices that armies have made in history. He attended many seminars and talks, and listened with care to the many different voices of our nation. He was genuinely motivated by sacrifice. He was excited about commanding the 9 Maratha LI and thrilled that he would be joining them on the frontline. For Vasanth, his lifetime commitment was simple – his word and his honour. His personal life always came second.
In 1997, during a discussion with his wife, Subhashini, a Bharatnatyam dancer, Vasanth expressed that there are a lot of people speaking about the soldiers but not many who try to depict the life of the women in their lives. He felt that she should use her talent and her experiences to tell the story of the army wife. This gave the birth to The Silent Front, an organization dedicated to the widows of martyrs. Mrs Suhasini will receive the award bestowed on the gallant officer from the President.
The award will be received by his wife, Mrs Subhashini.
Captain Harshan R was born on 15 Apr 1980 at Manacaud, Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala. An alumnus of Sainik School, Kazhakootam, National Defence Academy (Khadakwasla) and Indian Military Academy, Dehradun, Capt Harshan R volunteered for the Special Forces and was commissioned into 2 PARA (SF) in Dec 2002.
As is known from his Academy days, Harshan was both mentally and physically an outstanding officer. The officer excelled in all his courses, with a special mention to his excellent mountaineering skills which helped him to do exceedingly well in High Altitude Warfare Course. Amongst his other skills, the officer was an under water diver and an excellent cross country runner.
Capt Harshan was a tough officer blessed with uncommon tenacity which reflected in the operations conducted by him and his relentless pursuit of terrorists in the harsh confines of Lolab valley of J & K. The officer established his reputation when in the beginning of Mar 07 he single handedly eliminated two terrorists in an operation that included two top leaders of Hizbul Mujahidin of North Kashmir.
On 20 Mar 2007 the officer received specific input regarding presence of a group of hard core terrorists in Chhoti Margi area of Lolab. Without waiting a moment and despite continuous snowfall the officer rushed to the area with his troops and laid cordon of the house in the early hours of the morning. Taking advantage of a pitch dark night and poor visibility, the terrorists attempted to break cordon. Four terrorists rushed out firing and virtually came face to face with Capt Harshan. Despite being outnumbered Capt Harshan killed one terrorist on the spot, and at the process the officer received a gun shot wound on his neck and fell down. Despite his grievous injuries, the officer continued to engage the remaining terrorists before succumbing and in the process wounded a third terrorist. His valour and supreme courage inspired his colleagues to eliminate the remaining two terrorists in the same operation, one of whom was wounded by the officer.
His award is to be received by Mr K Radhakrishnan Nair, the father of this brave officer.
Naib Subedar Chuni Lal, who received Vir Chakra and Sena Medal for gallantry in earlier operations was born on Bhaderwah in 1968. During training he excelled in military subjects, displayed courage and camaraderie and showed potentials of a true soldier and joined 8 JAK LI (SIACHEN). In 1985, when he was a Sepoy, Chuni Lal volunteered for and played a crucial role in capturing the now famous Bana Top (21,153 ft) on Siachen Glacier. For this act of gallantry he was awarded Sena Medal. He became an example to emulate when in Poonch during OPERATION RAKSHAK he fought an attempted intrusion and was instrumental in beating back the attack killing 12 of the intruders. He was awarded Vir Chakra for this act of gallantry.
An asset to the organization, he represented Indian Army twice as United Nations Peacekeepers in SOMALIA in 1992 and SUDAN in 2006. He again displayed his utility and unflinching devotion to duty while serving in the difficult operational situation of Sudan as a peacekeeper. He was at the forefront in the Malakal crisis for which the battalion was awarded United Nations Unit Citation for valour. He excelled professionally and also did instructor tenure at NCC Officers Training Academy, Kamptee.
On 24 June 2007 on information about likely infiltration in Kupwara Sector he re-sited ambushes to block all escape routes. Leading from the front Naib Subedar Chuni Lal, out-maneuvered the terrorists. By killing three terrorists himself, he inspired and facilitated his small team to kill all other terrorists. The twice-decorated hero displayed exemplary gallantry courage of exceptional order and made supreme sacrifice in the highest traditions of the Army.
The award bestowed on him is to be received by his wife Chintha Devi.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Pakistan: Miracle that keeps going wrong
“Pakistan, the peeling, fragmenting palimpsest, increasingly at war with itself, may be described as a failure of the dreaming mind…a miracle that went wrong.” Salman Rushdie’s old description of Pakistan has come alive again in the wake of Benazir Bhutto’s assassination and the aftermath of chaos and uncertainty. Pakistan has faced crisis after crisis from the moment of its creation, which was a miracle in more than a literary sense. But sixty years after the partition of British India and thirty six years after the severance of East Pakistan (as Bangladesh), Pakistan is a social and political reality of 162 million people who form the sixth largest national population in the world. The people of Pakistan deserve more than a failing miracle.
For the first twenty five years after partition and independence, Pakistan’s main challenge was keeping the two wings of the country, separated by a vast Indian territory, together as a nation state. The leaders of Pakistan went to extraordinarily counterproductive lengths to meet this challenge, seemingly obsessed with proving wrong the cynical Indian skepticism about Pakistan’s survivability. Their efforts failed with the breakup of old Pakistan, in 1971, into Bangladesh and the current Pakistan, and the hangovers from the failed attempts are still haunting Pakistan. In addition, new predicaments have emerged in the last thirty five years.
Both Bangladesh and Pakistan have shown their propensity to alternate between civilian and military rules, but whereas Bangladesh’s difficulties are mostly internal and often compounded by floods and famines, Pakistan’s predicaments are internal and external, national as well as international. The seamless spread of Islamic radicalism from West Asia and the involvement in the Afghan war against the Soviet Union has led to the talibanisation of Pakistani society, even as it has transformed the nature of Pakistan’s conflict with India over Kashmir. On the other hand, President Musharraf’s ‘official’ fight against the al-Qaeda and the Taliban, as part of the US retaliation against the 2001 al-Qaeda attacks on America, is tearing apart Pakistani society. The country is again “at war with itself”, as Rushdie wrote earlier.
Past hangovers and new predicaments
The hangovers from the first twenty five years are also the result of Pakistan’s peculiar inheritances from British colonial rule. Chief among them were the remnants of the British Indian Army who were mostly Punjabi Muslims, and the Muslim members of the colonial bureaucracy who massively migrated to West Pakistan from Muslim-minority Provinces in India. The latter, known as Mohajirs (refugees or immigrants, whose ranks have included such famous names as Mohammad Ali Jinnah, Liquat Ali Khan, Perverz Musharraf, Javed Miandad, to name a few), who were the real instigators for a separate Muslim state, became a power unto themselves in the new Pakistan. Together with the Punjabi dominated army, Mohajirs formed the military-bureaucracy complex that has dominated Pakistan’s politics for most of its history and prevented the development of a constitutional democracy.
The main reason for foreclosing representative democracy was to prevent majority rule by East Pakistanis (Bengalis) who constituted 54% of the population. Pakistan’s leaders even contrived a one-unit arrangement in West Pakistan snuffing out the provincial, ethnic and linguistic identities of the Punjabis, Sindhis, Pashtuns and Baluchis. English was made the official language and Urdu (spoken by about 9% of the population, mostly Mohajirs) the lingua franca of the nation. Despite Jinnah’s occasional allusions to secularism, Islam was made the state religion primarily to achieve an overarching national unity. To complete the circus, Pakistan also become America’s satellite state in South Asia, a status that suited the interests of the ruling elites and was sold to the people of Pakistan as the nation’s insurance against the enemy next door, India.
It is fair to say that the development of a secular constitutional democracy became possible on the Indian side because of more diverse inheritances from colonial rule and a postcolonial leadership that was also diverse and secular in character. As Pakistani commentator Khalid Sayeed has aptly noted, between 1950 and 1958, Pakistan had seven prime ministers and one commander-in-chief, while India had one prime minister and several commanders-in-chief. India successfully enacted and adopted a new constitution soon after independence, while Pakistan took nine years to adopt its first constitution but only to have it suspended two years later, by General Ayub Khan, Pakistan’s first military ruler. The second constitution was adopted in 1973 under Bhutto’s premiership and that was set aside by General Zia-ul Haq in 1978. The third constitution adopted in 1991 is currently in force, but only in name.
During the nearly dozen years of military rule under General Ayub Khan (1959-1968) and General Yahya Khan (1968-1971), Zulifikar Ali Bhutto, Benazir’s father, emerged as a prominent civilian political leader holding a variety of ministerial positions. Belonging to the Sindhi community and hailing from a wealthy landowning family, Bhutto was educated in the West, a lawyer by training and an eloquent speaker both in English and the national languages. As Foreign Minister he passionately pleaded Pakistan’s case at the UN during the East Pakistan crisis, and when the country invariably broke up took on the task of rallying what was left as the new Pakistan.
Bhutto was Pakistan’s first long serving civilian Prime Minister. He negotiated a peace agreement with India and laid the foundation for a constitutional democracy in the country. However, he faced implacable opposition from the conservative and religious sections of Pakistanis who feared Bhutto’s progressive and secular tendencies. In the end he did not bring about any radical secular changes, and lost the support of the progressives without appeasing his religious opponents. Worse, Bhutto turned autocratic and undemocratic in dealing with political opposition and dissent. Within four years of the new constitution and election he had polarized the nation, and ethnic differences involving the Sindhis, Pashtuns, Baloch and Mohajirs, long suppressed, burst out into the open. The country was at war with itself again, and once more the military took control.
General Zia-ul Haq, a religious fundamentalist handpicked by Bhutto as the Army Chief for his supposed loyalty, ousted Bhutto him from office in 1977, and had him hanged two years later on a controversial murder charge ignoring worldwide please for clemency. Zia was isolated internationally, and found in the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan the opportunity to rehabilitate himself with the West. He made Pakistan the bridgehead in America’s war against the communist “evil empire” on Afghan soil. Pakistan became the conduit for supplying weapons to Taliban forces in Afghanistan, weapons purchased worldwide with American money and with China being the major supplier.
Pakistan’s role led to the emergence of what Ahmad Rashid has called “an enormous nexus of corruption” pervading the entire Pakistani establishment. Ideologically, the war in Afghanistan paralleled Zia’s brutal efforts in Pakistan to impose his version of Islamic law, and paved the way for the talibanisation of many sections of Pakistani society. After the Soviet Union’s inglorious withdrawal from Afghanistan, and with America washing its hands off the resultant mess, Pakistan was left with loads of Afghan refugees on its soil and the Taliban regime in Kabul to look after.
Daughter of destiny
Zia’s end came in a mysterious air crash in 1988, but his political nemesis, Benazir Bhutto, had been working independently to avenge the heinous hanging of her father. She was unique among South Asian leaders, female or male, in charming Western governments and media and presenting herself as their best option to bridge the clashing civilizations of Islam and the West. She established and maintained at considerable expense well-cultivated networks in Washington and London, using her contemporaries at Harvard and Oxford. According to the New York Times, Benazir understood Washington more than Washington understood her; she used Washington more than it used her in both her first and second political comings. It took Washington to convince the Pakistani military and the then acting President Gulam Ishaq Khan to invite Ms. Bhutto to form a new government, after her party won the largest number, but not a majority, of seats in the 1988 election following Zia-ul Haq’s death.
But for all her natural charm and inherited charisma, Benazir was a political failure. Even her sense of destiny sprang more from father fixation than any extraordinary sense of history or vision for the future of Pakistan, and she never quite succeeded in rallying the nation behind her. Her appeal did not go far beyond the followers of the Pakistan People’s Party (PPP) founded by her father and now bequeathed to her son, the nineteen year old Oxford University student, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari. Bhutto’s two terms as Prime Minister, in 1988-1990 and 1993-1996 clearly showed that she was not only incompetent, but also autocratic and corrupt. She was thick-skinned enough to appoint her husband Asif Ali Zardari, aka Mr. 10 Percent, to her second term cabinet. Following her death, Mr. Zardari has assumed the role of being the regent for the young prince in waiting to lead the PPP, and is promising to be Pakistan’s Sonia Gandhi-looking after the (family) Party without running for election or holding public office.
Benazir’s feminism did not go deeper than her make up. As Pakistani women commentators have noted, Benazir faced monumental difficulties in being a political leader in a patriarchal society fed on religious fundamentalism, but the least a woman leader in such situations could do is to scrupulously avoid the failings of corruption and abuse of power associated with male politics. Benazir Bhutto showed notorious proclivity for both, not unlike other South Asian political heiresses. And so was her-again, not unlike her South Asian counterparts-selective understanding of democracy, that democracy is only for the country, but not for the Party. The Party leadership will always stay in the family.
Sacked half way through each of her two terms and facing criminal charges for corruption, Ms. Bhutto was forced to stay out of Pakistan for eight years, “living in splendid exile”, as a Western newspaper put it. She again used her Washington contacts to enable her return to Pakistan and share political power as Prime Minister, while General Musharraf remained President. The cynical opportunism in the arrangement was transparent and was reviled even by her supporters, but this was the only way Benazir Bhutto could have returned to Pakistan for a final attempt for power and restoration.
General Musharraf had taken control of Pakistan in 1999 in a power struggle with Bhutto’s rival successor as Prime Minister, Nawaz Sharif. Bhutto and Sharif were equally corrupt and inept, and the two had started meddling in military affairs to firm up their own positions. However, Musharraf’s ousting of an elected Prime Minister (Nawaz Sharif) did not go down well with Western powers, and Musharraf was ostracized internationally, just as Zia had been isolated earlier for hanging Bhutto. Then came the 9/11 al-Qaeda attacks in the US and Musharraf seized the opportunity to rehabilitate himself, just as Zia had done after the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan twenty years earlier.
This time, however, Musharraf took Pakistan in the opposite direction, against the al-Qaeda and the Taliban, and in support of the American retaliation against the Taliban government in Afghanistan. It was a bold decision that won the support of secular and moderate sections of Pakistan’s society and the wrath of religious extremists. He won praise for turning the economy around after a decade of mismanagement and corruption under Bhutto and Sharif. But all goodwill for the benign dictator evaporated when Musharraf ham-handedly took on the judiciary for ruling against his government. America’s attempt to salvage the situation by brokering a political marriage between Musharraf and Benazir Bhutto has now backfired even before the ceremony could begin.
The Bush Administration is now reportedly considering new covert operations within Pakistan to prevent further destabilization of Pakistan by al-Qaeda and Taliban forces. But direct American operations are ill advised according to many in the US including the State Department, as they will only lead to a massive backlash and general instability. Musharraf for his part has indicated his opposition to any direct involvement by the US. The elections rescheduled for 18 February are unlikely to lead to a stable parliament and a new power sharing arrangement, although the consequences of not having an election could be far worse than having one.
There is no easy way out for Pakistan from its current predicaments. In its crises-ridden past, Pakistan got past each crisis by alternating between civilian and military administrations and sacking the incumbent leader as the scapegoat responsible for the crisis. Every leader reflected and personified one or the other of Pakistan’s multiple contradictions and none has left behind a positive legacy for successors to build on. Each new leader began with new support from Washington, even as each new phase began as farce and ended in tragedy, and none more so than Benazir Bhutto.
For the first twenty five years after partition and independence, Pakistan’s main challenge was keeping the two wings of the country, separated by a vast Indian territory, together as a nation state. The leaders of Pakistan went to extraordinarily counterproductive lengths to meet this challenge, seemingly obsessed with proving wrong the cynical Indian skepticism about Pakistan’s survivability. Their efforts failed with the breakup of old Pakistan, in 1971, into Bangladesh and the current Pakistan, and the hangovers from the failed attempts are still haunting Pakistan. In addition, new predicaments have emerged in the last thirty five years.
Both Bangladesh and Pakistan have shown their propensity to alternate between civilian and military rules, but whereas Bangladesh’s difficulties are mostly internal and often compounded by floods and famines, Pakistan’s predicaments are internal and external, national as well as international. The seamless spread of Islamic radicalism from West Asia and the involvement in the Afghan war against the Soviet Union has led to the talibanisation of Pakistani society, even as it has transformed the nature of Pakistan’s conflict with India over Kashmir. On the other hand, President Musharraf’s ‘official’ fight against the al-Qaeda and the Taliban, as part of the US retaliation against the 2001 al-Qaeda attacks on America, is tearing apart Pakistani society. The country is again “at war with itself”, as Rushdie wrote earlier.
Past hangovers and new predicaments
The hangovers from the first twenty five years are also the result of Pakistan’s peculiar inheritances from British colonial rule. Chief among them were the remnants of the British Indian Army who were mostly Punjabi Muslims, and the Muslim members of the colonial bureaucracy who massively migrated to West Pakistan from Muslim-minority Provinces in India. The latter, known as Mohajirs (refugees or immigrants, whose ranks have included such famous names as Mohammad Ali Jinnah, Liquat Ali Khan, Perverz Musharraf, Javed Miandad, to name a few), who were the real instigators for a separate Muslim state, became a power unto themselves in the new Pakistan. Together with the Punjabi dominated army, Mohajirs formed the military-bureaucracy complex that has dominated Pakistan’s politics for most of its history and prevented the development of a constitutional democracy.
The main reason for foreclosing representative democracy was to prevent majority rule by East Pakistanis (Bengalis) who constituted 54% of the population. Pakistan’s leaders even contrived a one-unit arrangement in West Pakistan snuffing out the provincial, ethnic and linguistic identities of the Punjabis, Sindhis, Pashtuns and Baluchis. English was made the official language and Urdu (spoken by about 9% of the population, mostly Mohajirs) the lingua franca of the nation. Despite Jinnah’s occasional allusions to secularism, Islam was made the state religion primarily to achieve an overarching national unity. To complete the circus, Pakistan also become America’s satellite state in South Asia, a status that suited the interests of the ruling elites and was sold to the people of Pakistan as the nation’s insurance against the enemy next door, India.
It is fair to say that the development of a secular constitutional democracy became possible on the Indian side because of more diverse inheritances from colonial rule and a postcolonial leadership that was also diverse and secular in character. As Pakistani commentator Khalid Sayeed has aptly noted, between 1950 and 1958, Pakistan had seven prime ministers and one commander-in-chief, while India had one prime minister and several commanders-in-chief. India successfully enacted and adopted a new constitution soon after independence, while Pakistan took nine years to adopt its first constitution but only to have it suspended two years later, by General Ayub Khan, Pakistan’s first military ruler. The second constitution was adopted in 1973 under Bhutto’s premiership and that was set aside by General Zia-ul Haq in 1978. The third constitution adopted in 1991 is currently in force, but only in name.
During the nearly dozen years of military rule under General Ayub Khan (1959-1968) and General Yahya Khan (1968-1971), Zulifikar Ali Bhutto, Benazir’s father, emerged as a prominent civilian political leader holding a variety of ministerial positions. Belonging to the Sindhi community and hailing from a wealthy landowning family, Bhutto was educated in the West, a lawyer by training and an eloquent speaker both in English and the national languages. As Foreign Minister he passionately pleaded Pakistan’s case at the UN during the East Pakistan crisis, and when the country invariably broke up took on the task of rallying what was left as the new Pakistan.
Bhutto was Pakistan’s first long serving civilian Prime Minister. He negotiated a peace agreement with India and laid the foundation for a constitutional democracy in the country. However, he faced implacable opposition from the conservative and religious sections of Pakistanis who feared Bhutto’s progressive and secular tendencies. In the end he did not bring about any radical secular changes, and lost the support of the progressives without appeasing his religious opponents. Worse, Bhutto turned autocratic and undemocratic in dealing with political opposition and dissent. Within four years of the new constitution and election he had polarized the nation, and ethnic differences involving the Sindhis, Pashtuns, Baloch and Mohajirs, long suppressed, burst out into the open. The country was at war with itself again, and once more the military took control.
General Zia-ul Haq, a religious fundamentalist handpicked by Bhutto as the Army Chief for his supposed loyalty, ousted Bhutto him from office in 1977, and had him hanged two years later on a controversial murder charge ignoring worldwide please for clemency. Zia was isolated internationally, and found in the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan the opportunity to rehabilitate himself with the West. He made Pakistan the bridgehead in America’s war against the communist “evil empire” on Afghan soil. Pakistan became the conduit for supplying weapons to Taliban forces in Afghanistan, weapons purchased worldwide with American money and with China being the major supplier.
Pakistan’s role led to the emergence of what Ahmad Rashid has called “an enormous nexus of corruption” pervading the entire Pakistani establishment. Ideologically, the war in Afghanistan paralleled Zia’s brutal efforts in Pakistan to impose his version of Islamic law, and paved the way for the talibanisation of many sections of Pakistani society. After the Soviet Union’s inglorious withdrawal from Afghanistan, and with America washing its hands off the resultant mess, Pakistan was left with loads of Afghan refugees on its soil and the Taliban regime in Kabul to look after.
Daughter of destiny
Zia’s end came in a mysterious air crash in 1988, but his political nemesis, Benazir Bhutto, had been working independently to avenge the heinous hanging of her father. She was unique among South Asian leaders, female or male, in charming Western governments and media and presenting herself as their best option to bridge the clashing civilizations of Islam and the West. She established and maintained at considerable expense well-cultivated networks in Washington and London, using her contemporaries at Harvard and Oxford. According to the New York Times, Benazir understood Washington more than Washington understood her; she used Washington more than it used her in both her first and second political comings. It took Washington to convince the Pakistani military and the then acting President Gulam Ishaq Khan to invite Ms. Bhutto to form a new government, after her party won the largest number, but not a majority, of seats in the 1988 election following Zia-ul Haq’s death.
But for all her natural charm and inherited charisma, Benazir was a political failure. Even her sense of destiny sprang more from father fixation than any extraordinary sense of history or vision for the future of Pakistan, and she never quite succeeded in rallying the nation behind her. Her appeal did not go far beyond the followers of the Pakistan People’s Party (PPP) founded by her father and now bequeathed to her son, the nineteen year old Oxford University student, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari. Bhutto’s two terms as Prime Minister, in 1988-1990 and 1993-1996 clearly showed that she was not only incompetent, but also autocratic and corrupt. She was thick-skinned enough to appoint her husband Asif Ali Zardari, aka Mr. 10 Percent, to her second term cabinet. Following her death, Mr. Zardari has assumed the role of being the regent for the young prince in waiting to lead the PPP, and is promising to be Pakistan’s Sonia Gandhi-looking after the (family) Party without running for election or holding public office.
Benazir’s feminism did not go deeper than her make up. As Pakistani women commentators have noted, Benazir faced monumental difficulties in being a political leader in a patriarchal society fed on religious fundamentalism, but the least a woman leader in such situations could do is to scrupulously avoid the failings of corruption and abuse of power associated with male politics. Benazir Bhutto showed notorious proclivity for both, not unlike other South Asian political heiresses. And so was her-again, not unlike her South Asian counterparts-selective understanding of democracy, that democracy is only for the country, but not for the Party. The Party leadership will always stay in the family.
Sacked half way through each of her two terms and facing criminal charges for corruption, Ms. Bhutto was forced to stay out of Pakistan for eight years, “living in splendid exile”, as a Western newspaper put it. She again used her Washington contacts to enable her return to Pakistan and share political power as Prime Minister, while General Musharraf remained President. The cynical opportunism in the arrangement was transparent and was reviled even by her supporters, but this was the only way Benazir Bhutto could have returned to Pakistan for a final attempt for power and restoration.
General Musharraf had taken control of Pakistan in 1999 in a power struggle with Bhutto’s rival successor as Prime Minister, Nawaz Sharif. Bhutto and Sharif were equally corrupt and inept, and the two had started meddling in military affairs to firm up their own positions. However, Musharraf’s ousting of an elected Prime Minister (Nawaz Sharif) did not go down well with Western powers, and Musharraf was ostracized internationally, just as Zia had been isolated earlier for hanging Bhutto. Then came the 9/11 al-Qaeda attacks in the US and Musharraf seized the opportunity to rehabilitate himself, just as Zia had done after the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan twenty years earlier.
This time, however, Musharraf took Pakistan in the opposite direction, against the al-Qaeda and the Taliban, and in support of the American retaliation against the Taliban government in Afghanistan. It was a bold decision that won the support of secular and moderate sections of Pakistan’s society and the wrath of religious extremists. He won praise for turning the economy around after a decade of mismanagement and corruption under Bhutto and Sharif. But all goodwill for the benign dictator evaporated when Musharraf ham-handedly took on the judiciary for ruling against his government. America’s attempt to salvage the situation by brokering a political marriage between Musharraf and Benazir Bhutto has now backfired even before the ceremony could begin.
The Bush Administration is now reportedly considering new covert operations within Pakistan to prevent further destabilization of Pakistan by al-Qaeda and Taliban forces. But direct American operations are ill advised according to many in the US including the State Department, as they will only lead to a massive backlash and general instability. Musharraf for his part has indicated his opposition to any direct involvement by the US. The elections rescheduled for 18 February are unlikely to lead to a stable parliament and a new power sharing arrangement, although the consequences of not having an election could be far worse than having one.
There is no easy way out for Pakistan from its current predicaments. In its crises-ridden past, Pakistan got past each crisis by alternating between civilian and military administrations and sacking the incumbent leader as the scapegoat responsible for the crisis. Every leader reflected and personified one or the other of Pakistan’s multiple contradictions and none has left behind a positive legacy for successors to build on. Each new leader began with new support from Washington, even as each new phase began as farce and ended in tragedy, and none more so than Benazir Bhutto.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
இப்படிக்கு சாஃப்ட்வேர் இன்ஜினியர்..!
இருந்தாக வேண்டிய அவசியத்தில்
இறங்கா முகங்காட்டும் வாடகைக்கு
இறுக்கத்தோடு இருக்கக் குடியேறுவது
என் விதி..
ஆசையல்ல..!
அறுசுவை அன்னம் கேட்கவில்லை.
அன்போடு ஒரு வாய்ச்சோறுதான் கேட்டோம்..
அம்மா சமையலின்
அருமையை அறியவைத்ததை அன்றி
வேறொன்றுமில்லை..
இங்கே அருந்திச்சுவைக்கும் உணவின் ஆதாயம்..!
அடைய விழைந்த கனவுகளையெல்லாம்
பரணில் போட்டுவிட்டு
அப்பா அடைந்துவிட்ட கடனையடைக்க
தரணி புகழ ரயிலேறினேன்.
விசைப்பலகையிலாடும் விரல்கள் தொட்டு
கசையடி பெற்றேனும்
கணக்கைச் சரி பார்க்கும் மூளை வரை
ஒவ்வொரு கணமும்
எப்பொழுது தொலையுமிந்த
எட்டு மணி நேர இலக்கு
என்ற போராட்டமாய்..!
காசில்லாமல் கார்டைத் தீட்டும்
ட்ரீட்டுகளும்,
தொட்டவை தொண்ணூறுகளுக்கும்
பார்ட்டிகளும்,
செலவழிப்பதற்கு வழி செய்யும்
செய்வினைகளல்ல..
கருமமாம்
கார்ப்பரேட் கல்ச்சரது
காட்டிக்கொடுத்த
கைவினைகள்..!
அகவை இருபதில்
ஆயிரங்கள் இருபது ஈட்டியதை
இசைபாடி வாழ்த்தாவிடினும்,
"நாகரீகக் கோமாளிகள்" என்று - வசமாய்
வசைபாட வந்துவிட்டனர்
எம் சகோதரர்கள்..(?!)
புரிந்து கொள்ளுங்கள்
தயைபுரிந்து..
எங்களுக்கும் இருக்கிறதென்று,
இதயமென்ற ஒன்று..!
உறவுகளைத் துறந்திருப்பினும்,
வாழ்வியலின் சிற்சில
வரைமுறைகளை மறந்திருப்பினும்,
உயிர்த்திருக்கிறோம் நாங்கள்..
பொசுக்கியெடுக்கும்
பொருளாதாரப் புகைச்சல்களினூடேயும்
எங்களை ஈன்றெடுத்து ஆளாக்கிய,
நீங்கலா உறவுகளின்
நிதிநிலையை
மேம்படுத்தத்தான்
மேற்கூறியவையனைத்தும் என்பதால்!
வெல்க பாரதம்!
இறங்கா முகங்காட்டும் வாடகைக்கு
இறுக்கத்தோடு இருக்கக் குடியேறுவது
என் விதி..
ஆசையல்ல..!
அறுசுவை அன்னம் கேட்கவில்லை.
அன்போடு ஒரு வாய்ச்சோறுதான் கேட்டோம்..
அம்மா சமையலின்
அருமையை அறியவைத்ததை அன்றி
வேறொன்றுமில்லை..
இங்கே அருந்திச்சுவைக்கும் உணவின் ஆதாயம்..!
அடைய விழைந்த கனவுகளையெல்லாம்
பரணில் போட்டுவிட்டு
அப்பா அடைந்துவிட்ட கடனையடைக்க
தரணி புகழ ரயிலேறினேன்.
விசைப்பலகையிலாடும் விரல்கள் தொட்டு
கசையடி பெற்றேனும்
கணக்கைச் சரி பார்க்கும் மூளை வரை
ஒவ்வொரு கணமும்
எப்பொழுது தொலையுமிந்த
எட்டு மணி நேர இலக்கு
என்ற போராட்டமாய்..!
காசில்லாமல் கார்டைத் தீட்டும்
ட்ரீட்டுகளும்,
தொட்டவை தொண்ணூறுகளுக்கும்
பார்ட்டிகளும்,
செலவழிப்பதற்கு வழி செய்யும்
செய்வினைகளல்ல..
கருமமாம்
கார்ப்பரேட் கல்ச்சரது
காட்டிக்கொடுத்த
கைவினைகள்..!
அகவை இருபதில்
ஆயிரங்கள் இருபது ஈட்டியதை
இசைபாடி வாழ்த்தாவிடினும்,
"நாகரீகக் கோமாளிகள்" என்று - வசமாய்
வசைபாட வந்துவிட்டனர்
எம் சகோதரர்கள்..(?!)
புரிந்து கொள்ளுங்கள்
தயைபுரிந்து..
எங்களுக்கும் இருக்கிறதென்று,
இதயமென்ற ஒன்று..!
உறவுகளைத் துறந்திருப்பினும்,
வாழ்வியலின் சிற்சில
வரைமுறைகளை மறந்திருப்பினும்,
உயிர்த்திருக்கிறோம் நாங்கள்..
பொசுக்கியெடுக்கும்
பொருளாதாரப் புகைச்சல்களினூடேயும்
எங்களை ஈன்றெடுத்து ஆளாக்கிய,
நீங்கலா உறவுகளின்
நிதிநிலையை
மேம்படுத்தத்தான்
மேற்கூறியவையனைத்தும் என்பதால்!
வெல்க பாரதம்!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Where have all our heroes gone?
Do you remember Dinesh Raghuraman? Or K P Vinay Kumar?
Unless they were your friends or family members, chances are that the names of these two army majors mean nothing to you.
Both of them died early October, fighting terrorists in Kashmir. Read story.
Both are now mere statistics: according to the South Asia Terrorism Portal or www.SATP.org, 62 members of our security forces made the ultimate sacrifice till November 21 this year.
Men in uniform, sworn to protect and to defend. And if needed, to die for the country.
I know that this is the season of goodwill and cheer, and perhaps not the time to discuss this. But then again, the officers and men protecting our borders are probably missing their families too, even as they battle terrorists and inclement weather.
I have always wondered what it takes for a person to be willing to die for the flag.
I have also wondered how the families of these usually young people react to the event. Was the sacrifice by their loved one worth it? Is their obvious grief and sorrow tinged with pride? Or is there only regret, and the obvious question: Why?
Let me come at this from another way: Do we, as a nation, understand and appreciate these sacrifices? Do we honour and cherish our heroes, for that is what they are? or do we take them for granted?
Is the token annual ceremonial salute at the Amar Jawan Jyoti all that we have for them? Is a pension and perhaps a medal all that we can offer them?
Forget the dead: do we even honour our living heroes?
This December 16 marks the 36th anniversary of the liberation of Bangladesh. On that day in 1971, the Pakistani army ate crow by publicly surrendering the East to General Jagjit Singh Aurora. It is often described as the Indian Army's finest hour.
But today, how many of us are aware, or even care, that the then Eastern Command chief, General JFR Jacob, the man who actually negotiated the surrender of East Pakistan in 1971, lives in a small apartment in New Delhi's Som Vihar? Today, he is not even invited for official events to commemorate the occasion.
How many of us have even heard of General Ian Cardozo, who used his khukri to sever his left foot, which was turning gangrenous after being wounded in East Pakistan during the last days of that war?
That did not stop him from becoming the first disabled officer to command an infantry battalion, when he was appointed a Colonel of the Regiment of 5 GR (FF). And subsequently commanding a brigade and a division, encouraging and setting a precedent for other war-disabled officers.
General Cardozo, who was commissioned into 1/5 Gorkha Rifles in June 1958, had also taken part in the Sino-Indian War of 1962 and the war with Pakistan in 1965.
Does the loss of a foot stop him from walking ramrod straight, from regularly writing, or indulge daily in his passion, swimming, even though he is in his early eighties? No sir.
But what have we, as a nation, done for him? Zero. Zilch.
Speaking of khukris, how many of us know about Captain Mahendra Nath Mulla, who in true naval tradition, went down on December 9, 1971, with the INS Khukri, the only ship we ever lost in war?
Till the very end, he was seen frantically helping his crew to escape from the torpedoed vessel before it was swallowed by the sea.
It took a General Cardozo to write a book about this act which "upholds the highest traditions of the armed forces and exemplifies the upper limits of cold courage."
In my view, these are Our Heroes. In my view, these are the people we need to cherish, remember and salute.
Yet it took national outrage before our Service Chiefs were exempted from frisking at our airports. While our politicians (most of whom have mile-long criminal chargesheets against them), and in some cases even their distant relatives, gleefully enjoy such privileges.
What message are we sending out to our men in uniform? That the people who head our armed forces pose a security risk? While our politicians, many of whom can be compared unfavorably with the north end of south-bound cows, leave alone headless chickens, do not?
Villagers return the body of a BSF jawan killed during clashes with the Bangladesh Rifles
My blood still boils each time I recall the picture of our BSF jawans, killed by the Bangladesh Rifles during a border skirmish in April 2001, being returned trussed up on poles, as if they were animal carcasses.
But how did we, as a nation, react to this barbaric act by a small nation that we can flood at will by just opening up the sluice gates at the Farakka Barrage? Was there even a muted protest from our leaders? Not that I recall.
Because our politicians were far too concerned about the implications this would have on their vote banks. Who cares about our armed forces losing face?
Speaking at the release of his book on INS Khukri on a cold Delhi evening, General Cardozo, flanked by Captain Mulla's wife and daughter, declared: "It is sad that while the armed forces and these women lose their husbands in battle, we do not have a national war memorial. India Gate is a memorial built by the British for those who died in World War I and II.
"What have we done as a nation? We have fought wars in 1947-48, 1962, 1965 and 1971- but what do we have? An upturned rifle with a helmet on top, with Amar Jawan written on it. Is that all we can do? I believe that a nation which does not honour its war dead dishonours itself."
As we enter another year, it is important to remember that message. Otherwise, we might not remain a country worth dying for.
Unless they were your friends or family members, chances are that the names of these two army majors mean nothing to you.
Both of them died early October, fighting terrorists in Kashmir. Read story.
Both are now mere statistics: according to the South Asia Terrorism Portal or www.SATP.org, 62 members of our security forces made the ultimate sacrifice till November 21 this year.
Men in uniform, sworn to protect and to defend. And if needed, to die for the country.
I know that this is the season of goodwill and cheer, and perhaps not the time to discuss this. But then again, the officers and men protecting our borders are probably missing their families too, even as they battle terrorists and inclement weather.
I have always wondered what it takes for a person to be willing to die for the flag.
I have also wondered how the families of these usually young people react to the event. Was the sacrifice by their loved one worth it? Is their obvious grief and sorrow tinged with pride? Or is there only regret, and the obvious question: Why?
Let me come at this from another way: Do we, as a nation, understand and appreciate these sacrifices? Do we honour and cherish our heroes, for that is what they are? or do we take them for granted?
Is the token annual ceremonial salute at the Amar Jawan Jyoti all that we have for them? Is a pension and perhaps a medal all that we can offer them?
Forget the dead: do we even honour our living heroes?
This December 16 marks the 36th anniversary of the liberation of Bangladesh. On that day in 1971, the Pakistani army ate crow by publicly surrendering the East to General Jagjit Singh Aurora. It is often described as the Indian Army's finest hour.
But today, how many of us are aware, or even care, that the then Eastern Command chief, General JFR Jacob, the man who actually negotiated the surrender of East Pakistan in 1971, lives in a small apartment in New Delhi's Som Vihar? Today, he is not even invited for official events to commemorate the occasion.
How many of us have even heard of General Ian Cardozo, who used his khukri to sever his left foot, which was turning gangrenous after being wounded in East Pakistan during the last days of that war?
That did not stop him from becoming the first disabled officer to command an infantry battalion, when he was appointed a Colonel of the Regiment of 5 GR (FF). And subsequently commanding a brigade and a division, encouraging and setting a precedent for other war-disabled officers.
General Cardozo, who was commissioned into 1/5 Gorkha Rifles in June 1958, had also taken part in the Sino-Indian War of 1962 and the war with Pakistan in 1965.
Does the loss of a foot stop him from walking ramrod straight, from regularly writing, or indulge daily in his passion, swimming, even though he is in his early eighties? No sir.
But what have we, as a nation, done for him? Zero. Zilch.
Speaking of khukris, how many of us know about Captain Mahendra Nath Mulla, who in true naval tradition, went down on December 9, 1971, with the INS Khukri, the only ship we ever lost in war?
Till the very end, he was seen frantically helping his crew to escape from the torpedoed vessel before it was swallowed by the sea.
It took a General Cardozo to write a book about this act which "upholds the highest traditions of the armed forces and exemplifies the upper limits of cold courage."
In my view, these are Our Heroes. In my view, these are the people we need to cherish, remember and salute.
Yet it took national outrage before our Service Chiefs were exempted from frisking at our airports. While our politicians (most of whom have mile-long criminal chargesheets against them), and in some cases even their distant relatives, gleefully enjoy such privileges.
What message are we sending out to our men in uniform? That the people who head our armed forces pose a security risk? While our politicians, many of whom can be compared unfavorably with the north end of south-bound cows, leave alone headless chickens, do not?
Villagers return the body of a BSF jawan killed during clashes with the Bangladesh Rifles
My blood still boils each time I recall the picture of our BSF jawans, killed by the Bangladesh Rifles during a border skirmish in April 2001, being returned trussed up on poles, as if they were animal carcasses.
But how did we, as a nation, react to this barbaric act by a small nation that we can flood at will by just opening up the sluice gates at the Farakka Barrage? Was there even a muted protest from our leaders? Not that I recall.
Because our politicians were far too concerned about the implications this would have on their vote banks. Who cares about our armed forces losing face?
Speaking at the release of his book on INS Khukri on a cold Delhi evening, General Cardozo, flanked by Captain Mulla's wife and daughter, declared: "It is sad that while the armed forces and these women lose their husbands in battle, we do not have a national war memorial. India Gate is a memorial built by the British for those who died in World War I and II.
"What have we done as a nation? We have fought wars in 1947-48, 1962, 1965 and 1971- but what do we have? An upturned rifle with a helmet on top, with Amar Jawan written on it. Is that all we can do? I believe that a nation which does not honour its war dead dishonours itself."
As we enter another year, it is important to remember that message. Otherwise, we might not remain a country worth dying for.
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