Ever since the 26/11 Mumbai terror attacks, I have been wondering if there is a solution to terrorism – religious or otherwise. Taking lives seems such a wasteful effort to any sane logical mind. I could not justify the reasons for killing innocent people. Yes being in the armed forces, I am in a profession where I could be asked to kill; but then I convince myself that when I do so it is while both sides are playing by some rules (however obscene they may be). But then when one of the sides is of no match to the other, does he play by the same rules? No, I don’t think so. That set me thinking; if the terrorists are not playing by the same rules then why are they targeting India? What has India done to come under fire? It is America and the western countries who are ‘waging a war against terror’ in Afghanistan and Iraq. So logic dictates that they should be targeted by these terrorist organisations. The reason why it is India is because we are in the neighbourhood, we are smaller and closer than the western countries and it is easier to show results here. After all whether it is our weak willed, thick skinned politicians or their venom spouting jihadi leaders, they have to show some sort of tangible result to their supporters / sympathisers. So the issue of Kashmir was raked up and action taken against India. A symbolic gesture like burning of an effigy; hit India and it is like hitting the western nations.
But how do you convince people that India is the enemy? While we say that the ability to think is what separates us from animals it is also our weak link. The mind can be manipulated and people can be brainwashed. A little misinformation, twist the information to suit your requirements and the same ideals which we use to maintain balance and sanity in the society, nationalism, religion, family etc, can be used to provide the spark to light the pyre of the mind.
So what is the solution? Do we fight with fire? Wage war against a nation? It may seem an effective solution initially; but it will only end up helping the enemy as it will validate all the claims of a big bully dominating a smaller country; or one religion fighting another. And as it can be seen in Afghanistan and Iraq, it will only worsen the situation. We will be stuck in the mire with no chance of getting out without loss of face. So what do we do? Indoctrinate our people (without discrimination of caste, creed, religion or ethnicity) that terrorism / extremism is not the solution to our problems. Choke the support to the terror groups within India, cut out the base for the terror organisations within our country. Basically brainwash our people that non violence is the path we should chose.
At this point I would like to divert a little from the topic. When my son was around two years old, like all kids his age, he was a bully, trying to dominate other kids. He would end up hitting other kids. With my beliefs and practice of non violence, how could my own son take to hitting other kids? So I took to explaining it to him that hitting other kids was wrong and he should not be doing it. And over a period of a couple of weeks I convinced him (or should I say brainwashed him) into believing that hitting other kids was wrong. A year later we moved to a different place with a different set of kids. Now at the new place he got beaten up often by other kids. At this point of time I was at a dilemma, all this while I used to tell him that hitting others was wrong and now he was getting beaten up and he was not responding because I had convinced him that it was wrong. End result was that he would end up crying every time. When I think about it I find so much of a similarity between this and what is happening to our country. All this while we have been brought up thinking that our path is one of non violence and if we brainwash all the people into believing that non violence is the path, then we will end up crying whenever someone hits us. Isn’t that what we have been doing after the ’93 blasts, the parliament attack and the present Mumbai terror attacks?
The solution lies in taking a middle path, convince everyone that we are all part of a whole, India. Stop splitting the country on the lines of religion, caste and ethnicity. Persuade people into believing that extremism leads nowhere, stifle the support to these terror organisations and at the same time take pro active steps diplomatically and militarily to hit these terror organisations.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
1/2 boy 1/2 man
here is something that one of my friends sent to me. i felt it was touching enough to put it up... (no claims of originality here, it is by someone else and i dont take credit for it)
1/2 boy 1/2 man
While the average age of the army man is around 30 years, at the time of enrolling / commissioning he is around 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.
He's a recent school/college graduate; he was probably an average student from one of the Kendriya Vidyalayas, pursued some form of sport activities, rides an old mo'bike / scooter, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to bollywood music or ghazals or rock & roll or hip-hop or country or swing …. ………. and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 5 or 7 kilos lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting insurgents or standing guard on the icy Himalayas or the jungles of the North East from before dawn to well after dusk or he is in Mumbai engaging the terrorists. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs trenches and weapon-pits and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. His pride and self-respect, he does not lack.
He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of combat dress: he washes one and wears the other.
He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry... He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humour in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the Jana Gana Mana vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hands from their pockets, or even stop talking.
In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is your nation's Fighting Man that has kept this country free and defended your right to Freedom. He has experienced deprivation and adversity, and has seen his buddies falling to bullets and maimed and blown.
But, he has asked nothing in return, except our acknowledgement of his existence and understanding of his human needs.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . ....
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
Prayer wheel for our military... Please send this on after a short prayer.
'Lord, hold our Indian Armed Forces in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need.
Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our soldiers, sailors and airmen, on all frontiers and wherever else they are needed. Pray for the Indian Soldier. Unlike your 'Babus' or 'Netas' He will always do you proud.
1/2 boy 1/2 man
While the average age of the army man is around 30 years, at the time of enrolling / commissioning he is around 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.
He's a recent school/college graduate; he was probably an average student from one of the Kendriya Vidyalayas, pursued some form of sport activities, rides an old mo'bike / scooter, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to bollywood music or ghazals or rock & roll or hip-hop or country or swing …. ………. and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 5 or 7 kilos lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting insurgents or standing guard on the icy Himalayas or the jungles of the North East from before dawn to well after dusk or he is in Mumbai engaging the terrorists. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs trenches and weapon-pits and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. His pride and self-respect, he does not lack.
He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of combat dress: he washes one and wears the other.
He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry... He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humour in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the Jana Gana Mana vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hands from their pockets, or even stop talking.
In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is your nation's Fighting Man that has kept this country free and defended your right to Freedom. He has experienced deprivation and adversity, and has seen his buddies falling to bullets and maimed and blown.
But, he has asked nothing in return, except our acknowledgement of his existence and understanding of his human needs.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . ....
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
Prayer wheel for our military... Please send this on after a short prayer.
'Lord, hold our Indian Armed Forces in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need.
Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our soldiers, sailors and airmen, on all frontiers and wherever else they are needed. Pray for the Indian Soldier. Unlike your 'Babus' or 'Netas' He will always do you proud.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Mumbai terror attacks 1
I am sure all of us are as surprised at what has happened in Mumbai as the rest of the country (save those few inactive ppl who knew but chose to ignore it)... the accountability of the system is being questioned by all and i don’t propose to join the bandwagon.
We all know and agree that there is something wrong with the systems, especially the political one, one thing leads to the other, a dead political system leads to a dead bureaucracy, and a dying policing system. People are right in questioning the effectiveness of the cops with lathis and 303 rifles against terrorists armed with AKs, but while we voice our opinion for the powers to be to listen, we must also appreciate the fact that they are doing so unquestioningly.
How’s, whys etc will be answered in the near future, at least it will seem to be answered. The news will die down in a week or two. It will only remain in the memories of the few who have lost their near and dear ones. So what happens next? We sit and wait for the next 'breaking news'? Or crib and cry that the system is not doing anything, or isn’t good enough? Is that it? Guys, we are no longer the generation of tomorrow, we are the present of this country. If the system isn’t doing anything, it is because of us, all of us collectively have to take the responsibility for all that is happening in our country. Raising our voices is one bit, making it heard is another? In our respective capabilities we influence the future of our country. first thing is vote, and vote for someone you think is likely to do something for the country... I read somewhere that in case you do not find anybody worth it, you cross the entire list or there is an option at the bottom of the EVM. if more than some percentage of ppl exercise their vote to no one then the election is considered null and void. Maybe that would give our politicians something to think about.
Next, we don’t get carried away by the political posturing, and take our own intelligent decisions. I still remember that when we were in school there was no 'which part of the country you are from?', 'what is your caste?' etc... Today we are being divided on these very issues, why? Can’t we, as today’s generation, stand together and say that we are not interested in this crap... show us development and progress!
That is about all I can think of today, to repair the damage that is being done to our country... why don’t we discuss and put our minds together and think of something?
We all know and agree that there is something wrong with the systems, especially the political one, one thing leads to the other, a dead political system leads to a dead bureaucracy, and a dying policing system. People are right in questioning the effectiveness of the cops with lathis and 303 rifles against terrorists armed with AKs, but while we voice our opinion for the powers to be to listen, we must also appreciate the fact that they are doing so unquestioningly.
How’s, whys etc will be answered in the near future, at least it will seem to be answered. The news will die down in a week or two. It will only remain in the memories of the few who have lost their near and dear ones. So what happens next? We sit and wait for the next 'breaking news'? Or crib and cry that the system is not doing anything, or isn’t good enough? Is that it? Guys, we are no longer the generation of tomorrow, we are the present of this country. If the system isn’t doing anything, it is because of us, all of us collectively have to take the responsibility for all that is happening in our country. Raising our voices is one bit, making it heard is another? In our respective capabilities we influence the future of our country. first thing is vote, and vote for someone you think is likely to do something for the country... I read somewhere that in case you do not find anybody worth it, you cross the entire list or there is an option at the bottom of the EVM. if more than some percentage of ppl exercise their vote to no one then the election is considered null and void. Maybe that would give our politicians something to think about.
Next, we don’t get carried away by the political posturing, and take our own intelligent decisions. I still remember that when we were in school there was no 'which part of the country you are from?', 'what is your caste?' etc... Today we are being divided on these very issues, why? Can’t we, as today’s generation, stand together and say that we are not interested in this crap... show us development and progress!
That is about all I can think of today, to repair the damage that is being done to our country... why don’t we discuss and put our minds together and think of something?
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