What do people mean to us? Do we value them enough? Do we realize how many people are striving for us? How many people are working outside of their comfort zone, just to make sure we are comfortable? Starting from our parents, siblings, teachers, the conductors in the bus to the Indian Army, a great deal of people are helping us take our steps towards success. All in their own unique way. How often do we think about them? The people who are not your parents or relatives but still consider you their family. The people who consider the whole of India as their family.
Stories are not enough. They might never be enough. Even songs don’t have that effect. That effect after seeing your soldiers. The feeling you get after listening to patriotic songs is just the trailer. The real feeling is larger, greater and incomparable to anything. Seeing the camouflage uniform on people from YOUR country, protecting YOU, makes your heart fill with warmth and pride. Even greater is the pride of seeing people who speak the same language as you in that uniform. The joy on their faces when you talk to them in their mother tongue in a place where people speak a language you don’t understand, is mesmerizing. You might even see a tiny drop of joyful tears in their eyes, which ironically brings a smile to your face.
The opportunity of going to Thang, gave me this experience. It is because of our people, our armed forces that we proudly walk along the border of our country without a single trace of fear and watch with glistening eyes as the flag flutters mightily on the border. Statements like “Our flag does not flutter because of the wind. It flutters because of the last breath of our soldiers", brings uncontrollable tears to your eyes. So courageous are those people who proudly paint on stones “You are under enemy observation”; not being even a bit afraid of the enemy.
Because they live for their country and die for their country. It crushes you from inside. It breaks your heart.
But at the same time fills you with immense pride.
That is the Indian Army for us.
They die for us and we live for them.
Wondering why I decided to post this now? Because I don't need an occasion to think about the Army.
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