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Sunday, January 27, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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Proud to Be An Ex- SPG
DRESSED TO SAVE
If I had a choice selecting a job, I'd still choose this one..Forever... Forever....
SPECIAL PROTECTION GROUP
SPECIAL PROTECTION GROUP
Monday, January 21, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
NO
WAR...NO WORDS....NO MORE INNOCENT BLOOD....
India’s condemnation of terrorism with its usual “strong words” in the aftermath of a recent cease fire violation by Pakistan along the Line of Control attracts no particular relevance in the ...ongoing tensions between these two countries. People have understood that it was just an imperative diplomatic farce without any particular ramifications. The real culprit here is the government of Pakistan’s lack of control over their covert intelligence agencies and armed forces engaged in carefully calibrated subversive activities along the LoC and thus as a nation, Pakistan has no monopoly in this case. They themselves are reeling under the threat of massive killing operations in the form of so many blasts and other terrorist activities. Casual calls for a war by different political parties and media panelists are not a solution to this issue. Potential costs of a war and its impending consequences on the monetary as well as human resources will have repercussions far beyond our imaginations. I don’t think banning of international matches or denying visas to senior citizens of Pakistan will have any effect on these cross border problem and its apparent outcome either. Instead, we should be diplomatic as well as impulsive in order to tackle this menace by taking resolute actions targeting those who are engaged in funding and helping the terrorists from across the border to spread terror in India. They should be told in a clear and specific manner that they are vulnerable to our strikes and are in our hit list for target liquidation. We have to understand that this is one ailment which has no definite potion. It can just be kept under control by giving antibiotics when they seem to be getting worse.
India’s condemnation of terrorism with its usual “strong words” in the aftermath of a recent cease fire violation by Pakistan along the Line of Control attracts no particular relevance in the ...ongoing tensions between these two countries. People have understood that it was just an imperative diplomatic farce without any particular ramifications. The real culprit here is the government of Pakistan’s lack of control over their covert intelligence agencies and armed forces engaged in carefully calibrated subversive activities along the LoC and thus as a nation, Pakistan has no monopoly in this case. They themselves are reeling under the threat of massive killing operations in the form of so many blasts and other terrorist activities. Casual calls for a war by different political parties and media panelists are not a solution to this issue. Potential costs of a war and its impending consequences on the monetary as well as human resources will have repercussions far beyond our imaginations. I don’t think banning of international matches or denying visas to senior citizens of Pakistan will have any effect on these cross border problem and its apparent outcome either. Instead, we should be diplomatic as well as impulsive in order to tackle this menace by taking resolute actions targeting those who are engaged in funding and helping the terrorists from across the border to spread terror in India. They should be told in a clear and specific manner that they are vulnerable to our strikes and are in our hit list for target liquidation. We have to understand that this is one ailment which has no definite potion. It can just be kept under control by giving antibiotics when they seem to be getting worse.
NEWS..... NEWS..... NEWS.....
After Pakistan violated the cease fire agreement near LoC, India's external affairs ministry condemned thye incident in STRONG WORDS.....Though the contents of the letter have been kept secret, below are the "strong" words used in it... Drishtadymna, Ghatotkacha, Dushassana, Ashvatthama, Khatushyamji, Ugrasravasanti, Naranthakadevanthaka.... News is that, Pakistan is vehemently trying to decipher these words with the help of China.
TAKE PAK CAFE International
D-DAY COMPLIMENTARY MENU FOR PAKISTAN
STARTERS
1. Honey glazed MIG-29 stuffed with sweet
BRAHMOS and served with R-27/R-73 sauce
2. Smoked MIRAGE 2000 V5 with
490-500 MBDA MICA sticks.
BREAK FAST
BRAHMOS and served with R-27/R-73 sauce
2. Smoked MIRAGE 2000 V5 with
490-500 MBDA MICA sticks.
BREAK FAST
1. ARTILLERY assorted dumpling with
PRITHVI and TRISHUL served with
105 mm L.F.G and 122mm D.30 fries
2. Steamed SUKHOI 30 MKI served with
KH-31 A and OFAB 250-270 with
UB 16 spring rolls
LUNCH
1. Rolled INFANTRY with crispy PARA
stuffed with JAGUAR andT-90 mm MBT
and 155mm FH 77B
2. Mixed HERONS, SHIVALIK and MARCOS
wrapped in INS VIRAT or INS CHAKRA
DINNER
( Being served only if REQUIRED )
Note:- NUKE kababs also available
Don't worry Pakistan, we won't take you. Because we don't want our future generations lack target practice.
You may not like me. You may not even know me. But, It's because of you, all the world loves me.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH- GOD DAMN THESE GODMEN.....Oh, God ! You are enough for us, why your MEN ?
CRISIS MANAGEMENT CONFERENCE New Delhi- December 17, 2012 to Till date
Big hike on railway fares- HIKE OR NO HIKE...WHO CARES.....Combat the menace of ticketless travel
DRESSED TO SAVE.....THE SPECIAL PROTECTION GROUP
Sunday, December 30, 2012
WOMEN'S SAFETY YEAR
Saturday, December 15, 2012
WE TOO HAVE TEARS
WE TOO HAVE TEARS....
This may sound familiar to my friends in armed forces.
Yesterday my younger son was asking me if I could come over and witness the annual day celebrations of his school and see him performing the role of a flower in a small drama. Sitting in this remotest hinterland of India, so called red corridor, I said I will come, thinking how mean it was of me to tell him a cruel lie, but I also know that I’am incapable of answering him any other way . Just as I felt sorry for him, he said in a subtle voice,
“Don’t worry father, I know you can’t come. It’s ok. I will tell my mother to send you my photographs”.
My heart sinks and I felt depressed. It was then that the memories of a small incident that happened early in July this year thronged into my mind like waves of a rising tide and I just wanted to get it off my chest.
Yesterday my younger son was asking me if I could come over and witness the annual day celebrations of his school and see him performing the role of a flower in a small drama. Sitting in this remotest hinterland of India, so called red corridor, I said I will come, thinking how mean it was of me to tell him a cruel lie, but I also know that I’am incapable of answering him any other way . Just as I felt sorry for him, he said in a subtle voice,
“Don’t worry father, I know you can’t come. It’s ok. I will tell my mother to send you my photographs”.
My heart sinks and I felt depressed. It was then that the memories of a small incident that happened early in July this year thronged into my mind like waves of a rising tide and I just wanted to get it off my chest.
I couldn’t even make out how my thirty days earned leave had gone by so fast and came the penultimate day in the company of my kids. Everyone and everything seemed to be engulfed in an aura of melancholia. My wife was a little nervous about the fact that my birthday falls on the day I’am leaving the house which according to her is ill-omened. While submitting my leave application, I never actually knew that the day I had to board the train for my return journey would exactly coincide with my birthday. Nevertheless, I’am least bothered about these trivial issues as birthdays are not of much relevance in armed forces.
I spent the whole day playing around with my sons and packing up my suitcase, stuffing every corner of it with some homemade eatables.
I spent the whole day playing around with my sons and packing up my suitcase, stuffing every corner of it with some homemade eatables.
We ate our dinner together and called it an early night so that I could catch the “Raptisagar Express” leaving Trivandrum early in the morning. My two sons were on both side of me and the small chit chat we had in the bed lasted till their tiny eyes drifted off to sleep. They know it’s their father’s way of telling adieu to them as I have never woken them early in the morning to say good bye.
I woke up on my ‘birthday’ to find myself a bit gloomy. I found my kids still asleep with lights low and my wife was there in the kitchen preparing some breakfast for me. I finished my morning ablutions, took a shower and went to the prayer room without disturbing them. Thereafter I got dressed up and ensured that everything associated with my journey is in order.
It was still dark outside and I thought it’s now the time for me to leave. Just when I was about to call my brother who would drop me at the railway station, I saw to my surprise, standing there right in front me was my elder son Akshit with his eyelids so heavy . Taken aback, I looked at my wife. She came near and with a tense smile etched on her face said in a subtle voice.
“I have to tell you something. Akshit told me yesterday that he wanted to give you a surprise birthday gift before you leave for the railway station” she paused, looked at my eyes and said, “This is important for him”
“I have to tell you something. Akshit told me yesterday that he wanted to give you a surprise birthday gift before you leave for the railway station” she paused, looked at my eyes and said, “This is important for him”
When he slowly trudged towards me, I leaned forward and gave a tender peck on his cheek. I obliged when he asked me to kneel down. He then wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. Thereafter he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small cover and opened it. That was a scrap paper. It has something written on it. “This is for you father”. He then reclined his head against my shoulder and murmured into my ear, “Happy birthday”.
No sooner had I finished reading the small greetings card he made all by himself, than I felt overwhelmed by emotions. It was written, “I love you father, also happy birthday”. That really threw me. I hugged him tight. I could not prevent a fleck of tear welling up in the corner of my eyes. “Oh sweet, Thank you my dear son” My voice chocked. I squeezed my eyes tighter and turned to the other side to prevent him from seeing my face.
When I slowly opened my eyes after a while, alas.., I saw the tiny figure of my younger son standing there. I didn’t know when he came up and stood quietly behind his elder brother. He stood there for a moment, looked at me a little long and then slowly turned around and walked back inside the bed room. Iam convinced that he has gone to sleep and thus decided not to pursue him.
No sooner had I finished reading the small greetings card he made all by himself, than I felt overwhelmed by emotions. It was written, “I love you father, also happy birthday”. That really threw me. I hugged him tight. I could not prevent a fleck of tear welling up in the corner of my eyes. “Oh sweet, Thank you my dear son” My voice chocked. I squeezed my eyes tighter and turned to the other side to prevent him from seeing my face.
When I slowly opened my eyes after a while, alas.., I saw the tiny figure of my younger son standing there. I didn’t know when he came up and stood quietly behind his elder brother. He stood there for a moment, looked at me a little long and then slowly turned around and walked back inside the bed room. Iam convinced that he has gone to sleep and thus decided not to pursue him.
Meanwhile I heard my brother calling me from the gate. Now it’s time to give those silent little customary kisses on the cheek of my kids and bid adieu. I stood up and went to the bed room to give a kiss to my younger son. It was dark inside and I found on the farthest corner of the bed he was sitting there facing in the opposite direction.
“Oh… he has not yet slept …” I wondered. I went up to him and called him with a sigh of surprise in my voice.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
He didn’t turn around. I placed my hand onto his back and called him affectionately in a whisper. “Achu…!”
This time he shuddered and slowly turned around to face me with tears running down his eyes. He was crying silently. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do. I sat down beside him without saying a word, wiped the tears from his face and pulled him into a hug. Bursting instantly into tears he reclined on my chest. While consoling him, I noticed something guardedly kept in his hand.
“What is this Achu?” This time my face wore a curious expression. He then silently gave me a small piece of paper with something written on it.
“I love you my father and also love my mother.” That was a greeting card he made for me with much difficulty while attempting to replicate his brother. I couldn’t say anything as the voice chocked inside me. I hugged him again and gave a few pecks on his soft little cheek. I felt his hand caressing my face and in a subtle voice with tears still rolling down he said, “Don’t go father”. As the lump in my throat started growing, I swallowed it with all the emotional strength I could muster and went out of the room silently, picked my suitcase and left.
“Oh… he has not yet slept …” I wondered. I went up to him and called him with a sigh of surprise in my voice.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
He didn’t turn around. I placed my hand onto his back and called him affectionately in a whisper. “Achu…!”
This time he shuddered and slowly turned around to face me with tears running down his eyes. He was crying silently. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do. I sat down beside him without saying a word, wiped the tears from his face and pulled him into a hug. Bursting instantly into tears he reclined on my chest. While consoling him, I noticed something guardedly kept in his hand.
“What is this Achu?” This time my face wore a curious expression. He then silently gave me a small piece of paper with something written on it.
“I love you my father and also love my mother.” That was a greeting card he made for me with much difficulty while attempting to replicate his brother. I couldn’t say anything as the voice chocked inside me. I hugged him again and gave a few pecks on his soft little cheek. I felt his hand caressing my face and in a subtle voice with tears still rolling down he said, “Don’t go father”. As the lump in my throat started growing, I swallowed it with all the emotional strength I could muster and went out of the room silently, picked my suitcase and left.
For any armed force officer, struggle to triumph over the difficulties is more important for them. They are afraid that people who know them as tough commandos will discover they have another soft hearted side too.
I miss my kids every minute of the day. I will keep these cards till my last breath.
I apologize for your time.
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