Courage to stand alone

When all friends have left me, and relatives are gone,
When the land starts burning, and I wear the crown of thorn,
When all roads are lost, and dark is the sun,
when I cannnot reap, what I had sown,
When the time takes its test, and showers stone,
when all trusts are breached, and promises are forgotten,
When my body is tired, and heart is broken,
when I face the toughest battle, and accompanied by none,
God, if u exists, give me courage, Courage to stand alone.

करगिल विजय

हम तो गए  थे,

दोस्ती का उपहार लेकर,

दिलों में प्यार लेकर,

पतझड़ में बहार लेकर,

तुम घुस आये कारगिल में,

हाथों में हथियार लेकर,

बमों का भण्डार लेकर,

ऊंचाई के आड़ लेकर

क्या सोचा था, 

तुम्हारी चतुरायी  से डर जायेंगे,

गीद्दर भभकियों से सिहर जायेंगे,

तुम्हारी गोलियों से मर जायेंगे 

अरे हम भारतीय हैं,

हर ऊंचाई पर चढ़ जायेंगे,

देश की आन पर मौत से भी लड़ जायेंगे,

इस दुनिया में नाम अपना कर जायेंगे 

जो हम लड़ते हैं,

तो पूरा देश पीछे खड़ा होता है,

हर जीत पर जशन खूब होता है,

हर कुर्बानी का भी आदर यहाँ होता है,

पर जब तुम मरते हो,

तो कोई नाम भी नहीं तुम्हारा पूछता है,

तुम्हारा अस्तित्व भी नाकारा जाता है,

हमें ही तुम्हारा कब्र भी खोदना होता है 

पहचानों हमें,

हम अर्जुन के तीर हैं,

राणा की शमशीर हैं,

भारत माता के वीर हैं,

मत उकसाओ हमें,

की कभी हमारा सब्र टूट जायेगा , 

भीतर सोया ज्वालामुखी फूट जायेगा,

दुनिया से उस दिन तुम्हारा देश मिट जायेगा

When Indian Prime Minister Mr. A. B. Vajpayee was touring Pakistan in order to establish peaceful and cordial relationship between two countries, the Pakistani troops positioned themselves on the strategic peaks of Kargil. The altitude at which Pakistani soldiers were sitting with heavy arms and ammunitions, made them assume that Indians won't be able to recapture those points.

Rising to the occasion, Indian army not only threw the infiltrators out, but also proved their metal to world। Ofcourse it required brave sacrifices from Indian soldiers, which was honored and acknowledged by whole country.

On the other hand, to save its face, Pakistan refused to take back the dead-bodies of its soldiers by denying their identity. Indian soldiers performed the last rituals as per the religion of dead Pakistani soldiers.


I wrote this on 16th August 1999(year of Kargil war) one day after celebrating 53rd Indian Independence day. I attempted to capture the details, that I mentioned above in this writing, along with a warning to those who are looking at Indian soil with coveted eyes. I couldn't think of anything better than publishing my this writing to world, on this years(2010) Independence day.

------------Comment on 27 Oct 2018----------------
Somehow this post was garbled and after I published it in 2010. I was not finding the original diary in which I had written it. Just found it and restored the post.

Smile of a blind man

A man was standing on the bus stop with a white stick in his right hand, a sack on his left shoulder and black goggles on eyes. While I watched him, he missed one bus. It was clear that he was not able to know which bus would be his. Being the central part of the city, buses kept coming every 2-3 minutes and he kept missing them, not able to know which one to take. The wave of people often pushed him to and fro.
A gentleman approached him and had a small chat that I couldn't hear, probably asked about his destination and bus route number he wants to take. Gentleman stood by side of him, and after reading the route number of next coming bus, held his hand firmly. The gentleman waved his hands to the bus, that would have stopped anyways because of another wave of people waiting to catch the same bus.
The gentleman cautiously proceeded to the boarding door of the bus, with his one stretched arm holding the man and the other making way through the crowd. Just when the man was about to board the bus, another man came from behind in hurry and dashed into him. The push was gentle, that broke nothing but the silence of gentleman.
the gentleman roared on the last passenger, "अबे अँधा है क्या", are you blind? He was fuming with anger on the rashness of the last man and his words were spoken harshly in insulting manner. A couple of seconds later, his anger vanished when he realised he was holding the hands of a blind man and used blindness as a tool to insult the other man. The blind man had a faint smile on his face when he left the gentleman's hand while taking his seat in the bus. Gentleman stepped out of the bus with a perplexed look. Probably was not able to decide the reason of blind mans smile. Was it a smile of thanks, or the smile that comes out when you can't do anything more than politely accepting the insult, or was he insulting the gentleman over his blindness of the situation?
I just wonder if the gentleman will ever be able to forget that smile of a blind man.
- Sanjeev Singh

Photo by: Sid Banerjee (http://www.blogger.com/profile/00687163772174923600)
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