Happy Independence Day

IF I DIE IN THE WAR ZONE...
PACK MY BODY AND SEND ME HOME!
PIN THE MEDALS ON MY CHEST...
TELL MY MOTHER I DID MY BEST!
TELL THOSE PRETTY GIRLS NOT TO CRY….
‘CAUSE I AM A SOLDIER....
....BORN TO DIE....
BUT DON’T YOU WORRY...
TO SURVIVE IN BATTLE IS MY WILL.....
‘CAUSE THIS DAMN SOLDIER IS BORN TO KILL!

"WE FOLLOW OUR OWN RULES,
MAKE OUR OWN NORMS.
FEROCIOUS WE ARE , LETHAL IN ANY FORM,
TAMERS OF TIDES,WE PLAY WITH STORMS,
YOU GUESSED IT RIGHT WE ARE "MEN IN UNIFORM”

NO AGONY NO PAIN SHALL MAKE ME CRY…
SOLDIER WAS I BORN SOLDIER SHALL I DIE!
I LIVE BY CHANCE…
LOVE BY CHOICE…
AND
KILL BY PROFFESSION..........
(A Soldier)

The father doesn’t like to call him a martyr though he is proud that his son has done something for the country. The mother is too doleful to say anything. The friend says he will always bear the pain of losing that gem of a person. The parents were expecting his arrival the very next month to attend the marriage of a childhood friend. But then, they had to confront the arrival of the dead body of their gallant son. The agony of losing the only son can be understood by no one but the mother only. He had told his mother that he would never let a soldier die before him. He gave his word. He died while arranging the evacuation of a colleague. “Do not come up, I will handle them,” were probably his last words. The scene when his dead body arrived melted the hearts of all the people of the locality. The mother is deadpan, speechless but proud at the same time.
Sandeep Unnikrishnan, a Major in the Indian Army serving in the elite National Security Guards (NSG) was killed in action while fighting terrorists in the November 2008 Mumbai attacks. At the time when most of the young lads in the city where he lived dreamt to have the most secured jobs in the IT or some other sector, he desired to join the Army to serve the nation. He was passionate, determined and a real braveheart. It is only because of such responsible heroes like him that we are able to sleep peacefully in our homes. Hail the mother who gave birth to such a valiant son. Hail the father who brought up the son inculcating such values and sense of duty.
On this Independence Day, I pay tribute to Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan and all the gallant sons who don’t bother to give up their lives for our well being and for saving the pride of the nation. Their contributions to their motherland are exceptionally incomparable.

A Poem...

This is a commemorative poem in the loving memory of my dear friend, Ekta Shukla.

I just want to convey her that where ever she is, we miss her a lot!!

It would have been her 21st birthday today if she were alive....

Love you Ekta......

The Poem

Just as I went through

the chapters of my memory,

I remembered the day

when we commenced our journey.

The day when we were

Naïve and callow,

And soon we began those Hi’s and Hello.

Among them I found ‘You’,

So sweet, so fresh

As grass with dew.

We soon started having talks

And sometimes took

Sloth walks.

We were merry and gay,

But seemed

Happy days were

No longer to stay.

The day you first fell ill,

I didn’t even mind.

Thought it would take a day or two,

And you would be fine.

I waited for you and

thought you would return.

It was my mistake that I never knew

life’s going to take some other turn.

You were getting worse

and I still had hope,

But God became merciless and death loped.

One tragic day I heard

You were no more,

I was deadpan

And people mourned.

Days passed and years on,

I still grieve for you

And your indelible memories

Will always be on my heart.