ARE WE RESPONSIBLE TO THE PEOPLE WHO DIE FOR US SELFLESSLY; ON 19TH ANNIVERSARY OF
An experience shared from the Diary of Soldier’s day to day life: Experienced by Dr. Nikita Vishal Mahajan
I was bewildered why and how important can be a death of a person that nearly 17 buses and other transports were stopped at a time when evening was approaching and the fierce animals which are a common sight in remote areas of Himachal can welcome you as you travel towards your final destination. I could only remember a girl who was still wearing a “chura” and was pregnant crying incessantly. That sight was there in my mind, and I asked my mother “Mummy ye kyu ro rahi hai”
Mom why she is crying? To which she replied, probably this war had taken away someone near away from her.
I am a travel blogger, and I do travel from one place to another and find stories out of the daily life from people. These stories are emotional, intriguing but on the other hand they force you to give it a thought; that you need improvement. It’s high time that you should change. In this edition I will share a story from my life which started when I was in standard 7th and finished 5 years back, when I went back on the same route and suddenly met the consequences. The story is not fictional, though I will not reveal any name as I have promised with the family, that their struggle will be taken to the world without being pin-pointed.
I was not fond of people who were in Army or a patriot, I hardly knew what all it meant but suddenly one fine day, when I was travelling to palampur, my bus stopped in midway for nearly 2 hours before it reached the destination. I was bewildered why and how important can be a death of a person that nearly 17 buses and other transports were stopped at a time when evening was approaching and the fierce animals which are a common sight in remote areas of Himachal can welcome you as you travel towards your final destination. I could only remember a girl who was still wearing a “chura” and was pregnant crying incessantly. That sight was there in my mind, and I asked my mother” Mummy ye kyu ro rahi hai”, Mom why she is crying? To which she replied, probably this war had taken away someone near away from her.
I was looking for an immaculate subject for my thesis in travel management hence I chose to write about my voyage to some soldier’s family and share some experiences with the world in my dissertation. I went to the same place “Rajpura”, a small town in Palampur , Himachal Pradesh. This only village lost 25 sons during Operation Vijay, out of which were few names which also received after death recognition in the form of “Padma Bhushan” and “Padma Vibhushan”.
That girl whom I saw during the bus halt, I went to her place and met her mother, there was a kid too who was more or less like his father who was the person for whom that lady was crying had lost that day when my bus was forcibly stopped for 2 hours. In order to know in detail about what happened, I recorded her statement and this is what I revealed;
The day her daughter’s husband’s dead body came to her house, it was his birthday and last few months in summer she had been learning sewing wool, so that she can gift him a sweater. He had promised her before he left for war that it’s a false alarm, he will return back before his birthday, so she was all ready with a bouquet of good news about her 3 month pregnancy and a sweater half woven with love. But the return gift was not what she expected, wherein in spite of completing her sweater and gifting him as he returns, she has to lay the half woven sweater on his dead body. Listening to this I was shattered and shocked of the cruelty the fate had been to her. Though the real cruelty followed her in the coming days;
- The widow aid never reached her as she lived in a remote village. My question to the people is: If she didn’t receive any aid from sources, then wasn’t it our social responsibility to support a soldier’s family during their time of need, as they sacrificed their live for us whom they are not even aware of or connected with?
- When she delivered her baby, she was denied off the hospital aids reason being the government hospitals have a policy wherein the pregnant mother has to prove her identity, since her husband died soon after her marriage she didn’t had any; leading to an unhygienic unsafe delivery and a post-natal death.
All of us say proudly “Jai Hind” and chant “Jana Gana Mana” as being a patriot, but the patriotism is all about supporting your people. The real heroes who sacrifice their lives on the front without giving it a second thought about their ailing families and newly-wed brides, and consider that the world is big enough to take care of their responsibilities. Are we a responsible citizen? Do we really do justice with such brave heart people by denying admission due to funds, or a prove of identity.
Isnt being a soldier is enough for us, to give their families a first chance to be in? Operation vijay saved Kashmir and 7 fronts of Indian Army by sacrificing 550 soldiers, who either got killed or handicapped to an extent wherein they will not be able to support their families. On this journey I met 27 of such families and every story was heart wracking, but a common pain was felt in every family member from such brave family: why people only forget us when they can remember even death anniversaries of dogs of famous people. Why do we get double hit, wherein on one hand we lose our champ on the other we also lose identity?
Be a Human, Raise a hand atleast for the people who selflessly do their bit to let you sleep relaxed. The trauma I have experienced from their family was nervewracking as she was deprived off the treatment just because her husband’s call of duty, didn’t let them had time enough to prove the marriage and furnish a certificate. Its High time we need to Change..