YOU COULD FIND MANY DIFFERENT ANSWERS IN A MILITARY COMBAT. AND I DID A “BAJRANGI” BHAIJAN.

The weather was at its mischievous worst, extremely windy with heavy rain and snow fall; at the military forward post on “Point 4810”, somewhere near the Punj sector of  J&K. The story goes back to a period, when myself, Rakesh DubeyCobra Vir Chakra; as a young combat officer was deployed for combat operations in that area, my outfit comprised of mountainous region hilly “Garhwali” troops. We were a tough, menacingly deadly and lethal group of combat soldiers, totally dedicated to our cause, had no liking for Pakistani people, their religion, their belief, their culture and their existence as a Pakistan Nation. We were deployed on the LOC, the demarcation of the Pakistani Occupied Kashmir; and were absolutely aware that Pakistan was a Rogue Nation, the Nation which had no intention, scruples to exercise the rules of engagement in any encounter. They are known to push inside India; the Terrorists, POKs innocent civilians, both old and women; smugglers and forcefully picked, abducted and blackmailed, able bodied Youngman of POK, as spies.
There was two more forward military post ahead of Point 4810, at lower heights towards the LOC; on the LOC and nearest to Pakistani army forward most post, “Jhanda Tekri”, was our “Panther Post”, the separating distance of India and Pakistani post was similar to a length of a volley ball court. The two armies were therefore deployed at a talking distance from each other. I knew each and every Pakistani soldier, deployed there; by face, habit and conduct. They were all Pakistani Punjabi troops, conversationalist of only Punjabi language, and therefore we understood almost everything what they spoke. We hated and disliked each other and most of the time we exercised self style shoot at sight orders. I and my soldiers enjoyed each and every moment and day of our deployment there; our activities were totally challenging and highly exciting, demanding the extreme test of our military worth and training. This was a combat soldier’s dream of life time. At slightest provocation, we would not hesitate to sharpen and improve our shooting skills by testing our specialized weapon on the Pakistani’s. The motto “Who Dares Wins” was in practice all the time. The distance from Point 4810 to our forward most post on the LOC, had depth of probably more than 2km; this depth and the length all along the LOC was heavily mined, totally fenced and was under our constant surveillance 24/7 and 365 days. Since the area was heavily mined and fenced, entering the area was difficult by the untrained; with no human traffic inside, the area had developed into a thick Jungle, including abode, ensuring natural protection and breeding of variety of dangerous wild animals; many a time dangerous wild mountain black panther, leopards, wild cats could be seen roaming inside our military post, attracted by large number of sheep and goats kept as meat on hoof by us. As a self rule we never hurt and killed any wild animal in the area.
The Pakistani, Punjab regiment company facing us, was officered by one Capt Rashid, a tough and handsome Punjabi man, and so was I, extremely fit, tall and muscular, and would not have hesitated to kill Rashid with my bare hand; our intention were well known to each other, he was also equally waiting for a chance to do the same. We occasionally spoke without regret, depending on our mood; he being married, when he received a letter from his wife; and I being a bachelor, whenever, I had a good meal and beer. Yes! Occasionally, Rashid requested for a bottle of Indian Army Rum from us, a drink very popular with the Pakistani Army; the bottle which we rolled to him during such burst of Glad Moments. However, such bonhomie did not prevent us from shenanigans killing of a Pakistani, our sniper always remained alert, defiladed; a silhouette of the enemy was enough for our sniper to take a potshot. I was very sure, the Pakistanis had similar plans and designs for us, all the time.
My troops were very clearly instructed by me, without any iota of doubt; that they are in a highly volatile combat environment, and if ever, they are found wanting or fail, they are to be blamed, and nobody else; and will find no sympathy from me whatsoever. A combat soldiers, pride and the National spirit will ensure that his Guard is Never Down, He should be Brave and not Foolhardy, He should Kill and Not Get Killed. I had made it clear; I want Lethality and not Lethargy, I want Courage and not Cowardice, I want Alertness and not Aloofness. IF A COMBAT SOLDIER CANNOT KEEP HIS MENTAL AND PHYSICAL STATE IN THE COMBAT ZONE, HE SHOULD LEAVE JOB AND GO HOME THAT WAS MY HARSH MESSAGE TO ALL. THE COMBAT SOLDIERING IS A PASSION NOT A NAUKARI. As professional combat soldiers, we never took malice, of any repugnant act of the Pakistanis, I knew they are Rogues, and therefore needed a Thorough Professional Military Handling. THE POLITICIANS, MAY PLAN AND DECIDE ANYTHING, BUT WE SHOULD KNOW WHAT WE HAVE TO DO? WE FACE THE ACTUAL COMBAT SITUATION ON GROUND, FACING THE BRUNT ALL THE TIME.
As always, that night, I had planned to lay an ambush on the LOC, the information was specific; a Pakistani spy was being pushed inside, from area between Point 4890 and Point 4810, the valley was narrow, therefore I could guess the exact location of the ingress, and had rightly plotted the pinpoint spot where the ambush will be tactically sited and positioned. We were very close to “Jhanda Tekri” post of the Pakistanis on the LOC, a very dangerous situation.
At exactly 2100hrs (9 PM), we were in position, the ambush tactically sited, awaiting the target subject. The weather continued to remain harsh and volatile, visibility was very poor, and our task to catch the Pakistani intruder alive had made the combat goal relatively more difficult. The wait was quite long and strenuous; the added degree of difficulty was multiplied by extreme harsh weather. It was at 2300 hrs (11PM), the target entered the ambush killing zone; the man was complacent, careless and was oblivious of the impending danger lurking around him. He was also over confident, being so close to the LOC and Pakistani “Jhanda Tekri” Post; that he was making enough noise, without fear probably; for my professional combat soldiers to easily visualize, feel and clearly pick his presence inside the Ambush killing zone. Not to be killed; we ordered him to stop; He was alone, we could safely presume; On hearing our warning, the intruder, possibly took to his heels, nothing was visible, it was only the creak and crackle of dry wood under his heavy boots, that was easily indicating his line of move. My soldiers were a professional lot, the Pakistani intruder had no scope or chance therefore to escape from our clutches; the ambush stops, fired two single shots from their silencer fitted automatic weapons, and we heard a deep groan and thud of a fall. And in a whiff, like a Panther on prowl, we overpowered him, covering him with our Rain Cape, we flashed our military flash lights on him, the man had taken two straight bullets shots, on his thighs, not much damage it appeared, he would survive if given proper medical aid.
We searched him; he had only Rupees 1000 Indian currency notes on himself, and nothing else. However, we found him profusely crying clutching a Photograph in his hand, an unusual behavior at this moment; he seemed unconcerned, despite the fact that he had severe gunshot wounds; on closer scrutiny of the photograph, we saw his picture alongside one young woman and small lovely little girl; attired in Kashmiri dress, affectionately holding each other. The man seemed very poor, as demonstrated by his demeanor, a POK resident, being threatened, blackmailed and coerced to do something heinous in India. The man was continuously uttering and requesting almost begging us to save him; he wanted to live; wanted to meet his wife and little daughter at any cost. Surprising! It seems at that moment? Why would, therefore, he undertook this dangerous task? Separating from his young wife and little daughter, and leaving them behind, all alone. The Pakistani Intruders behavior, did not match with his action on ground, and we were certainly eager to know the genesis of his unusual act. On detail probing we learnt, that the man had no subversive or heinous design against India; he was a victim of total Poverty; Backwardness; Lack of Infrastructure, Social Security and Progress in Pakistan. He was Intruding into India to purchase and arrange for medical treatment of his ailing wife. This aspect was something; I had not expected from this encounter; I felt terribly hurt; I was disturbed; I was not married, but I could easily fathom the agony, the pain of this Pakistani man. I had to save him, I decided; not only that, I have to unite this Pakistani man with his ailing wife and daughter. “I will save you” I said, and gave him a locket of “HANUMAN”
We gave him a heavy dose of morphine injection, on his thighs; cleaned and dressed the wounds with the medicated Shell Dressing Bandages. The man was holding the locket tightly and praying, a sure authentication of that desperation to meet his family. We were Hindu Combat Soldiers, WISDOM, COMPASSION AND COURAGE WERE THEREFORE OUR MORAL QUALITIES. I DECIDED TO TAKE RISK, IF I WIN, I WOULD BE HAPPY, IF I LOSE I WOULD GET WISE. I decided to get this Pakistani intruder united with his family at all cost. The soldiering also gave us proficiency in human Psychology; and therefore I surely understood his Psyche. The man loved his family, therefore helping him at a time, when he is least expecting it, will make him indebted to us for life. TRUE COURAGE IS ABOUT KNOWING NOT WHEN TO TAKE A LIFE BUT WHEN TO SPARE IT.

NEVER REGRET, WISDOM IS TO DECIDE AND INTEGRITY IS TO ACT

After 5 hours of ordeal; and after absolute confirmation of the Pakistani intruder innocence; I decided to act on my wisdom; the decision to unite the Pakistani intruder with his family. It was day break; the Pakistani Intruder was stable, under medication; and ready for journey back to his village, which was located right in front, across the LOC, approximately 3 KM inside POK, a visible distance in Dabsi valley. The task was not easy, with Pakistani Army in-between being the main obstacle. My training said “AT TIMES IT IS NOT GOOD TO DESTROY YOUR ENEMY; IT IS GOOD TO TRANSFORM HIM”.
I did the same thing; My voice through the mega- phone, was crystal clear; directed to Capt Rashid, across to the Pakistani Post; “Rashid, I am stepping out in open; on top of the bunker; I will not be armed; and I need your assistance”. “Assistance to make one of your wounded Pakistani civilian, reach his ailing wife and his daughter.” I continued, “The choice is yours, you can ask your men to shoot me; or else you yourself can step out to assist me”. “I assure you”. I said, and added further, “We are Hindus, if we give our word, we shall not go back on it” With that statement, I stepped out; into open; standing on Top of the Bunker; in full view of the Pakistanis. All along, our relations had hinge on Self Style, “Shoot at Sight” orders. I was ready for the worst reaction from the Pakistanis; a reaction anticipated due to their demonstrated history. In spite of this fact, I had to take this Risk, to fulfill my Promise. Capt Rashid stepped out, in open; “I am a Muslim”, he said, “I will also not do anything, which will defame my religion.” "Tell me, for what you need assistance?” “I have a wounded Pakistani, with me, wounded by our gunshots,” I said; and further “He wishes to be united with his ailing wife, just 3km behind your Post, in Dabsi village;” “Your assistance can be in two ways?” “Capt Rashid;” “Either, you allow us to take him there?” “Or,” “You promise, that your men will undertake this responsibility?” “Where is the wounded man?” Capt Rashid inquired; “Look to your right Capt Rashid, behind that thick bush, he is there; properly medicated, and ready for journey” I replied. “OK” he affirmed; “can we pick him up?” He said. “No! Rashid, not till you promise, that he will be united with his wife and child; and he and his wife will be medically treated, till they recover completely and are fit?” “Come on, without fuss I promise you that,” He said giving a confirming grin. “All yours then”, “Capt Rashid,” “I wish you all the best” I said. I stood there on the bunker till Pakistani soldiers, removed the wounded Pakistan, to the safety of their post. Capt Rashid also remained fixed on top of his post, bunker. “GOOD BYE "KAFIR" CAPT RASHID,” I SHOUTED WAVING ADIOS TO HIM; “WHY DO YOU CALL ME KAFIR? HINDUSTANI! I AM A MUSLIM” HE RETORTED. “YOU DO NOT BELIEVE IN HINDUISM! THAT IS WHY?" "RASHID” I REPLIED BACK, WITH A GRIN. “BYE BYE RASHID, DO NOT BE SEEN HEREAFTER, OR ELSE I WILL BLOW YOUR HEAD,” I JOKED; "DON’T DO THAT HINDUSTANI, I AM MARRIED, IF YOU DISFIGURE MY FACE, MY WIFE, WILL NOT RECOGNIZE ME; WHEN I AM DEAD! YOU CAN HIT ME ON THE CHEST.” “RASHID YOU CAN PROMISE YOUR WIFE; THAT YOU WILL REACH HOME SAFELY; THAT IS HINDU’S WORD HIS PROMISE. “AND YES! RASHID; I HAVE HIDDEN A SPECIAL OLD MONK RUM BOTTLE WITH THE WOUNDED MAN; AS A GIFT FOR YOU.” "BYE, BYE, RASHID" "FROM A HINDUSTANI.” 

IT’S NOT THE GOODBYES THAT HURTS BUT THE FLASHBACK THAT FOLLOWS.

(The Exact Location, Sector of Operation and Certain Military Operation Details, and Names Withheld and Not Disclosed.)

WHAT ACTUALLY YOU MAKE OUT OF THESE INDIAN MEDIA NEWS CHANNELS?

ARE THEY SICK, SHIT, SOLD, SHAMELESS AND SACRILEGIOUS?

There is a thin line between News, Views, Whistle blower or Activist. Now to analyze the fault line, it is evident that the Indians have been ruled far too long by the Foreign Mindset, even after Independence, our Obsession with everything Imported, Western or European continues to Haunt our Thinking. You only feel confident and secure, unless you garnish you’re Discussion, Educational Qualification, Clothes and Life Style with Foreign, everything Indian is Down Market; Yoga is Saffron, whereas Lure Conversion is not Christian. Indian Dresses are strict No in India; Western Outfit is a must in Offices, Clubs and all Official Functions.
The USA and the Europeans, who never ever liked the Indian Mindset to Develop, our Philosophy to Prosper are intelligently colluding with the Indian Media News Channels to Systematically Subvert our Thinking and Views. To add to the Indians Woe, the Enormous Petro Dollar Funds from the Muslim World is adding Fuel to the Covert Sabotage of India by the Christian and the Muslim World. Let me highlight here, these Agents have no Love for Indian Christians/ Muslims, their Aim is to Divide, Break and Confuse the Indians, and make the Imported View Point Prevail to Force and Influence the Government Policies and Thinking.
INDIANS ARE WARNED THEREFORE TO BE AWARE AND BEWARE OF PEOPLE EDUCATED IN AND PATRONIZED BY GERMANY, IN EUROPE; AND IN THE USA. These are the places which Breed Contempt for India and everything Indian. Germany, please remember; is Worst Amongst the Lot, and she has been that way, since its Inception, she Identifies and Targets Gullible Indian Youth and Families, in order to fulfill, through them; Her Dubious Larger Subversive Designs.
Laughable, as it seems, FTII Pune, the Premiere Government Film Institute of India; has to concur with Arnab Goswami, Bunch of Agitating FTII Students, continuously failing in the exam, and being retained in the Institute for last SIX YEARS, by the Corrupt; as to who should be the FTII Chairman. Shri Gajendra Chauhan is not permitted by them, as not suited to the Muslim Film Personalities, and Whim of “Grapes Are Sour” Shri Anupam Kher, a Third Grade Failed Actor, riding on the Success of his Wife. India is not Venezuela; FTII is not Ranbir Kapoors Beach Orgy, Irresponsible and Shameless; FTII is not Rishi Kapoors, Alcoholic and Debauched Club; and they have the Impudence to advises on Shri Gajendra Chauhan Appointment. What Hema Malini Tweets, after her terrible injury, is insensitive? Arnab and Barkha, will Decide and Instigate the Public, about its Right or Wrong? Here Freedom of Speech is Partial. Shri Shivraj Singh Chauhan and The Jabalpur High Court should consult the Indian Media News Channel Stalwarts Arnab, Barkha, Ravish and Others; About Vypam Investigation? What should be Shrimati Sushma Swaraj and Shrimati Vasundara Raje Future, the Media to decide?
Who and what is this Indian Media? Judge for yourselves, they have become so Bold and Strong, that they are now Openly Challenging the Authority of Legitimately Elected Governments, they have no Responsibility, Accountability and Qualification whatsoever. This Air Conditioned Indian Media Anchors, living beyond their Known Source of Income; are enjoying, and having the last laugh; because nobody is questioning them, because they have the Clout of Enormous Foreign Funds, and therefore Backing and Wherewithal to Scare All and Sundry into Meek Acceptance of their Unfounded Strength and Authority. FROM NEWS TO NOW VIEWS, AND NOW THEY ARE WHISTLE BLOWER AND ACTIVIST, THEIR CREDIBILITY AND EFFICACY REMAINING ZERO. THINK AND DECIDE, BEFORE IT GETS LITTLE TOO LATE FRIENDS?

THE INDIAN COMBAT SOLDIER FEARS NONE BUT THE APATHY OF IT'S OWN NATION

The cars were BMW, Mercedes, the costliest in the market; zooming in for valet parking, bringing in the neo rich, for lunch, at the 5 star hotel.
Yes me and my wife were the odd one, gone in to enjoy our day out at the same hotel.
The couple on the adjacent table, were flagrantly Demonstrating their existence as member of the Rich Fraternity Club, except they Lacked Culture and Sophistication. They were the Mushrooming, New Brand of Rich Youngsters, called Software Engineers of Bangalore. Horribly Dressed, in Bermuda shorts, Stupidly Captioned T Shirts and Bathroom Slippers.
They ordered everything English, which they attempted to eat with knife and fork, a sight out of the funniest circus in town. Holding the hotels designers cutlery in hand as surgical instruments, they gripped the knife and fork in hand in a awkward posture, akin to milking a cow or a buffalo. They continuously attempted to Punch the well garnished non vegetarian preparation on the plate, most of the time missing the morsel hold by the fork; an impression, to the on lookers, that they were killing something on the plate, which probably the chef had forgotten to cook.
Whatever accidentally got caught up in their fork, was taken in their wide open mouth, in the same manner, as one takes grapes, held high above the head. The presentation was ditto in many other tables.
They are the new rich young Indians, unconcerned, unaware of a tall man, standing outside the main entrance, the door through which they had just entered; with Impressive Military Mustaches and the Best Attired Handsome Dress, but humbly opening the glass door for each one of them.
At closer look, the massive man, reminded , of his great days in the Indian Army, a brave soldier, having the experience of fighting the enemy of the Nation, without a second thought of possible danger or peril to his own life and to his family at home. He was then confident, that the Nation will take care of both; and therefore he continued during his Army service to protect the country selflessly, thus ensuring, that these rich of the country are able to enjoy their affluence in peace and their families prosper.
Today he is treated,to be a obedient dog. His self esteem is cremated every day, on the tooth pick wood thrown by these rich. His pride has been buried under the same door mat where he stands.
Shame on this Nation, if it cannot look after it's soldiers. Shame on the Society, the Youth, and the Nations Affluent, for neglecting the Indian Combat Soldiers. The thankless Nation has already built a War Memorial, burying the Indian Combat Soldiers and His Families Pride, at the Door Step of these Unscrupulous Indian Rich, the same people who shiver, if the Indian Combat Soldier, is not in sight, when they find themselves in crisis.The Brave Indian Combat Soldier is surviving to keep his head from falling, falling from shame, because of Poor Pay, Perks and His and His Families Secure Present and Future
This is based on a true incident, as occurred and and observed by me and my wife. My wife Vanita Dubey rightly commented,Quote "The only Appetite of a Soldier is his Pride and Dignity, and the Belief; that the Society and the Country will Bestow, the same Honor, Till, He and His Wife Survives", Unquote. No War Memorial is Worth a Penny, if these Aspects are Missing from His Life.