How's the Josh ? asked one of them cheekily to his friend who was supposed to be his companion on the bus. He, his friend along with their other teammates were returning from a long vacation.
As they boarded the bus which was to take them to their place of work, all of them were upbeat to be back at work, also some were tensed about since his daughter had fever the night he left his village, some had all but few days to spend with his newborn, some departing from their families, one had an argument with his brother before he left over family matter which he would resolve over phone as soon as he got on the bus.
Mixed emotions boarded the bus along with the other two thousand five hundred colleagues of them. As soon as the bus started moving, he and his friend began to discuss things that they did while on vacation.
This time, unlike the previous times he had spent considerable time with his wife, he had bought a new pair of spectacles for his mother, who he found struggling to read the newspaper. His father gifted him a shirt which he bought at the sale in the nearest town for Rs.1,000. It was quite a while that he had visited his village, met friends and enjoyed the serenity since approval of holidays was rarely affirmative by his boss. His wife had woven a sweater for her husband which she believed will protect him from the harsh and cold condition he will face at work. His mother prepared his favorite Kheer and Poori on his day of arrival. Now, that his vacation was ended, he was returning to work with bag full of memories.
High Sir !! his friend replied and both had a good laugh at the moment as they chose to sit at the back seats of the bus. His friend had only seen his son barely months old, the little ones memories had kept him occupied the entire time of his vacation. He had bought a brand new mobile phone worth Rs.5,000 for his family, so that they can talk better and talk more. Now they no longer had to depend on Sharma uncle, his neighbor anymore. He had went out with his wife after along time to watch "Uri" and returned prouder of his job. They also had a family gathering where they went out for a quiet meal in the new South Indian hotel in the town nearby. They had Idli and Dosas that day. Finding a South Indian hotel in midst of Rajasthan was itself an event ! That he also had to depart after his vacations not before he promised to his sister that he would return for Rakhi that year.
As both of them sat along others who had their own stories to tell, the friends duo noticed that the bus had started moving. They were briefly interrupted when the Major had announced that the new tasks would be assigned to them after the morning drill tomorrow. The duo got back again to resume their chat.
About half an hour the bus had travelled there was an abrupt end to movement with the sound more terrifying than anything that they had encountered so closely in their lives before. Within a fraction of a second, the friends duo, their team mates and colleagues who were travelling with them and the bus was in ruins. None could gather, collect or understand what struck them. The brave hearts breathed their last at that moment. Complete silence filled air. Debris lying all over the road, team mates and colleagues all around, people who gathered around, watched in disbelief, the other two thousand of their colleagues confused, some crying, some taking positions for a further attack.
But this left many faces in anticipation of their son, husband, brother, father. His mother would have to now read his news of his martyrdom with the new spectacles he had bought, his father still longing to see his son wearing the new shirt which he gifted. For whom should his wife wove a sweater again. Devastated beyond imagination. His friend who had gifted the mobile for his parents, now whom they have to talk to, his months old son would have to be told of his fathers bravery and valor, sadly he is not there himself to tell them in person.
Friends, families, relatives shattered, filled with disbelief all around. The countrymen who witnessed this filled with Anger, rage in heart and mind. Unimaginable impact of the families and friends of the affected.
Their sacrifices and bravery for the nation will always be remembered and will be spoken with pride. The terrorists elements fostered in Pakistan will be given a befitting reply.
May the soul of our 44 CRPF brothers rest in peace, their sacrifices will always be remembered, all of them who have lived and made it possible that we as fellow citizens live in peace.
Om Shanti !
Vande Mataram, Jai Hind !!
- Ram
16.02.2019
As they boarded the bus which was to take them to their place of work, all of them were upbeat to be back at work, also some were tensed about since his daughter had fever the night he left his village, some had all but few days to spend with his newborn, some departing from their families, one had an argument with his brother before he left over family matter which he would resolve over phone as soon as he got on the bus.
Mixed emotions boarded the bus along with the other two thousand five hundred colleagues of them. As soon as the bus started moving, he and his friend began to discuss things that they did while on vacation.
This time, unlike the previous times he had spent considerable time with his wife, he had bought a new pair of spectacles for his mother, who he found struggling to read the newspaper. His father gifted him a shirt which he bought at the sale in the nearest town for Rs.1,000. It was quite a while that he had visited his village, met friends and enjoyed the serenity since approval of holidays was rarely affirmative by his boss. His wife had woven a sweater for her husband which she believed will protect him from the harsh and cold condition he will face at work. His mother prepared his favorite Kheer and Poori on his day of arrival. Now, that his vacation was ended, he was returning to work with bag full of memories.
High Sir !! his friend replied and both had a good laugh at the moment as they chose to sit at the back seats of the bus. His friend had only seen his son barely months old, the little ones memories had kept him occupied the entire time of his vacation. He had bought a brand new mobile phone worth Rs.5,000 for his family, so that they can talk better and talk more. Now they no longer had to depend on Sharma uncle, his neighbor anymore. He had went out with his wife after along time to watch "Uri" and returned prouder of his job. They also had a family gathering where they went out for a quiet meal in the new South Indian hotel in the town nearby. They had Idli and Dosas that day. Finding a South Indian hotel in midst of Rajasthan was itself an event ! That he also had to depart after his vacations not before he promised to his sister that he would return for Rakhi that year.
As both of them sat along others who had their own stories to tell, the friends duo noticed that the bus had started moving. They were briefly interrupted when the Major had announced that the new tasks would be assigned to them after the morning drill tomorrow. The duo got back again to resume their chat.
About half an hour the bus had travelled there was an abrupt end to movement with the sound more terrifying than anything that they had encountered so closely in their lives before. Within a fraction of a second, the friends duo, their team mates and colleagues who were travelling with them and the bus was in ruins. None could gather, collect or understand what struck them. The brave hearts breathed their last at that moment. Complete silence filled air. Debris lying all over the road, team mates and colleagues all around, people who gathered around, watched in disbelief, the other two thousand of their colleagues confused, some crying, some taking positions for a further attack.
But this left many faces in anticipation of their son, husband, brother, father. His mother would have to now read his news of his martyrdom with the new spectacles he had bought, his father still longing to see his son wearing the new shirt which he gifted. For whom should his wife wove a sweater again. Devastated beyond imagination. His friend who had gifted the mobile for his parents, now whom they have to talk to, his months old son would have to be told of his fathers bravery and valor, sadly he is not there himself to tell them in person.
Friends, families, relatives shattered, filled with disbelief all around. The countrymen who witnessed this filled with Anger, rage in heart and mind. Unimaginable impact of the families and friends of the affected.
Their sacrifices and bravery for the nation will always be remembered and will be spoken with pride. The terrorists elements fostered in Pakistan will be given a befitting reply.
May the soul of our 44 CRPF brothers rest in peace, their sacrifices will always be remembered, all of them who have lived and made it possible that we as fellow citizens live in peace.
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| Capt. Vijay Batra (Sher) |
Om Shanti !
Vande Mataram, Jai Hind !!
- Ram
16.02.2019
