Yeah.. Yeah I do know it has been a long long long time that I have last blogged..If you do think that I was busy with changes in status; student to professional (not sure tats wat the company calls us), Class presentations to office decks, Pocket money to EMI payments, Miss to Mrs, blame silence in vasutalkies on laziness, not busyness.
I belong like many others to a genre to get inspired, motivated, kindled in spirit to gear up the buoyancy in me to make my mind and pen meet together..This has been one surge of emotions in me and thought would immediately re- witness my pen to be mightier than the sword ..Have seen different professions that have engulfed me with the respect, uniqueness and the inherent noble nature they borne…
The inspirational bag (will call it MIB, my inspirational bag) has seen its stalks of different persons, incidents, experiences, professions and what not… It is as old as me having seen different entities and has grown right from the coccon stage..
MIB’s stalk of profession has its maiden entry as teaching for its creation of tomorrow’s perspective. Yes I owe my thought process to the teachers who have facilitated in that journey. The next one was medicine for its dedication in keeping lives intact. “Thanks a million” is just a simple phrase to all the doctors who have played a vital role in my life and in my dear ones lives.. MIB has now whirled its wings to another profession, the army profession.. Had been on a vacation to Leh where I had gotten to see a glimpse of their lives .. Many a times known knowns in lives get authenticated when eyes and thoughts merge with each other ..Such was the congruence in this trip.. The congruence of Indus and Zanskar river was what I had seen with the inner congruence in me of what I have known and what I felt commendably proud about..Yeah our Jawans who work selflessly to make our today as normal as possible is some one whom we really need to be proud about.
The unity, the camaraderie ,selflessness, dedication and discipline the jawans exhibit gives me goose bumps lingering for longer time than I have ever seen
> Irrespective of the cast, creed ,religion and state they belong to they perform their duties in unison
>The common goal and country’s security is ingrained in them on the onset of this profession and gets habituated over the years.. The habit that I have in me is to see if my house security is intact all these years ..
>Family at another place, war time unsurety of life, never echoes despondency or “shall I quit” attitude..
>Be it 50 degrees Celsius or be in minus 5 degrees Celsuis, place of posting is treated as their home town when it comes to duty
>4.30 am I wld be in the last most tranquil stage of deep sleep. In the contrary the day has already begun for the jawans
> If I imagine a hypothetical war period ,I know and see what my family is upto at home , where most of the jawans are in the battle field..They know not what their family is upto at that time but toil for the security of all families in the nation
This exhilarating profession makes me like most of the humans prostrate in front of them for all that it contains..
There should be a program part of every educational curriculum to join the army and serve for a minimum period. Things when made compulsory work better in our country. If humungous effort is put by the government to made education up to one level compulsory , joining army atleast for a minimum periond should equally be made mandatory ..
Its comfortable to be on the receiving end and proud to be on the giving end..
What if all of us are made to feel tat proud phase of being in the army in our lives for atleast a minimum period ?
What if we made to be on the giving end ? The giving end of security and peace..
Leaving this question open ended for you to ponder …
If I need to answer,
Let the need for that moment in me just not be a youthful fantasy but a perpetual desire till I convert it to reality ..
Before I end the voice of MIB, there is this Indian Jawan’s phrase that I had would like to share
“If I die in the battle zone, put me in a box and send me home
Pin my medals on my chest; tell my mom I did my best ..