EXCERPT FROM HER BEST SELLING BOOK
,"A tall officer strode in and the Indian sentries rushed to tell him the good news--- -------The officer was immediately suspicious. He was young, smart and rather handsome in his combat fatigues. His name was stitched on the breast pocket of his uniform. It said "Dubey." He scanned us carefully. -----------------------then he looked me up and down again, slowly taking in every detail. -------You are Anita Pratap?" ------Anita Pratap the journalist? My heart sank to the soles of my bare feet. What cursed luck, to be recognized by some middle-ranking Indian Army officer who actually read magazines-----------------suddenly, the officer burst out laughing.---------------------" I can't believe you are Anita Pratap -----------------------."But you are so ugly!” he said convulsing with laughter,-------------------------I was miffed. I mean, I don't have fancy notion about my beauty, but nobody had called me a witch before. But there was so much mirth in the man, I couldn’t take offense, even though I wasn’t particularly pleased.------------------"By the way, I am Major Dubey---------------he said extending his hand to me------------------------------Major Dubey sat down, shaking his hand in wonder---------------"You may not be good looking as people say, but you certainly are tougher. It would be wrong to send you back. So you carry on to Jaffna while I look the other way. We have never met? OK -------------I was so overjoyed, I could have hugged him. -------------THANKS so much. I owe you one on this. You won’t regret it. YOUR GESTURE HAS MADE THE INDIAN ARMY RISE IN MY ESTEEM. Truly! “My gratitude has made me flatter him shamelessly, though I meant every word I said." I hope we can meet some day in better circumstances, and I can assure you that I normally look better than this. --------------------Thanks for everything, and for really not meeting you,” I gushed with a big smile.” Can I have your card?" asked Dubey, then pocketed it with a smile” I will be in touch.” I have never met him, but we corresponded for a while, exchanging bits of gossip and news---------------------.
This episode took place near a place called NAVATKULE in Sri Lanka on way to Jaffna, a place where I and my coy was dropped by helicopters, into the LTTE stronghold. We pierced the LTTE impregnable ring, fighting our way through to ultimately capture Jaffna.
IN OUR GALLANT AND COURAGEOUS BATTLE FOR CAPTURE OF JAFFNA STRONGHOLD, I AND MY INFANTRY COMBAT SOLDIERS, MENACINGLY DEADLY AND FIERCELY LETHAL MARATHA COMPANY, FOUGHT FEARLESSLY, FIGHTING HAND TO HAND, WHEN OUR AMMUNITION DEPLETED. WE KILLED; SUFFERING CASUALTIES. MY BRAVE MARATHA SOLDIERS FOUGHT WITH BRAVERY UNIMAGINABLE. THE NATION WAS PROUD OF US. FOR MY CONSPICUOUS BRAVERY OF VERY HIGH ORDER, BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY; I WAS DECORATED WITH THE GALLANTRY AWARD OF "VEER CHAKRA" BY THE HONORABLE "PRESIDENT OF INDIA".
,"A tall officer strode in and the Indian sentries rushed to tell him the good news--- -------The officer was immediately suspicious. He was young, smart and rather handsome in his combat fatigues. His name was stitched on the breast pocket of his uniform. It said "Dubey." He scanned us carefully. -----------------------then he looked me up and down again, slowly taking in every detail. -------You are Anita Pratap?" ------Anita Pratap the journalist? My heart sank to the soles of my bare feet. What cursed luck, to be recognized by some middle-ranking Indian Army officer who actually read magazines-----------------suddenly, the officer burst out laughing.---------------------" I can't believe you are Anita Pratap -----------------------."But you are so ugly!” he said convulsing with laughter,-------------------------I was miffed. I mean, I don't have fancy notion about my beauty, but nobody had called me a witch before. But there was so much mirth in the man, I couldn’t take offense, even though I wasn’t particularly pleased.------------------"By the way, I am Major Dubey---------------he said extending his hand to me------------------------------Major Dubey sat down, shaking his hand in wonder---------------"You may not be good looking as people say, but you certainly are tougher. It would be wrong to send you back. So you carry on to Jaffna while I look the other way. We have never met? OK -------------I was so overjoyed, I could have hugged him. -------------THANKS so much. I owe you one on this. You won’t regret it. YOUR GESTURE HAS MADE THE INDIAN ARMY RISE IN MY ESTEEM. Truly! “My gratitude has made me flatter him shamelessly, though I meant every word I said." I hope we can meet some day in better circumstances, and I can assure you that I normally look better than this. --------------------Thanks for everything, and for really not meeting you,” I gushed with a big smile.” Can I have your card?" asked Dubey, then pocketed it with a smile” I will be in touch.” I have never met him, but we corresponded for a while, exchanging bits of gossip and news---------------------.
This episode took place near a place called NAVATKULE in Sri Lanka on way to Jaffna, a place where I and my coy was dropped by helicopters, into the LTTE stronghold. We pierced the LTTE impregnable ring, fighting our way through to ultimately capture Jaffna.
IN OUR GALLANT AND COURAGEOUS BATTLE FOR CAPTURE OF JAFFNA STRONGHOLD, I AND MY INFANTRY COMBAT SOLDIERS, MENACINGLY DEADLY AND FIERCELY LETHAL MARATHA COMPANY, FOUGHT FEARLESSLY, FIGHTING HAND TO HAND, WHEN OUR AMMUNITION DEPLETED. WE KILLED; SUFFERING CASUALTIES. MY BRAVE MARATHA SOLDIERS FOUGHT WITH BRAVERY UNIMAGINABLE. THE NATION WAS PROUD OF US. FOR MY CONSPICUOUS BRAVERY OF VERY HIGH ORDER, BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY; I WAS DECORATED WITH THE GALLANTRY AWARD OF "VEER CHAKRA" BY THE HONORABLE "PRESIDENT OF INDIA".
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