“You have got just thirty minutes to dress yourself and catch your flight,” said Simran, stuffing my luggage. She was apparelled in a lemon yellow suit with white dupatta round her neck. Strands of hair disturbing the serenity of her beauty, she looked gorgeous.
“When you dreamily play with your hair… it’s adorable
When you whirl my hair round your fingers… it’s such a turn on
When you really want something… you make puppy eyes
When you don’t like something… you wrinkle your nose
And whenever you are wearing a nose ring or stud… I am floored!” I said, taking her in my arms and looking straight into her eyes. She sighed and said “Hurry up” while pushing me aside.
I managed to get ready within thirty minutes and was all set to depart for the airport.
“Listen, you need not to show much of your heroism. Coming Tuesday is our first wedding anniversary, and I want you to be here, so promise me you will come back,” said Simran. I could mark the tears in her eyes, and her shattered voice.
“Look, I don’t know what is destined for me. We have to kill some bastards at the valley. And we don’t know how many are there and how much time it is going to take. But now as you want me at our anniversary, I promise you, no matter what, I will come back. But now I am quite worried,” I said sarcastically
“Why,” said Simran wiping her tears
“Because now, these terrorists have got a really short duration to live. I will have to kill them soon and come back to my beautiful wife,” I said and kissed her on the forehead. As per tradition, she fed me a spoon of curd and placed a Tilak over my forehead.
I left for the airport and caught the flight to Delhi. From there I was taken to Poonch in Jammu. The task to kill the terrorists, hiding inside a villa, was given to my regiment. I was joined by my battalion who explained the position. We started our operation at morning 02:00 hours. There was heavy exchange of fires from both positions. We had killed five terrorists, but unfortunately we lost one of our allies. After six hours of firing, they stopped responding to our bullets.
“I think, we need to move inside. I doubt, there is anyone left inside” I said to Havildar Sushant Manjhi. He nodded to accept my orders and stood up.
“No, wait. I will go. You give me cover fire,” I ordered. Sushant was married and had two young children. He was the only bread earner for the family.
“Listen, if I don’t come back, then please hand this note to my wife,” I handed a note that I always used to write before going to any assignments.
It was completely dark inside. At the entrance I found the dead bodies of three terrorists. I slowly crawled up the steps. There were two dead bodies over the steps. I looked around and checked every room and closet. There were no more terrorists. I got a sense of relief and lay down over the floor.
“Sushant, stop firing. We are clear. Jai Hind!” I exclaimed with pride. I could hear “Jai Hind” from Sushant.
“What sound is that?” I muttered to myself as I heard some clicking sound.
“Have they left a time bomb?” I wondered. I burnt some papers around me to get sufficient lights.
“Oh no. It’s a bomb,” I shouted.
“Sushant, don’t come close. They have left a bomb and……”
I don’t recollect what happened then, but I could see a huge smoke coming out of that villa. I congratulated myself for winning this battle. I was happy that now I can go to Simran and celebrate our anniversary.
“Why are there so many peoples at my home?” I questioned myself while approaching towards my apartment. I could find out my parents crying over someone’s dead body kept in the hall.
“Who died” I screamed and ran towards them. To my surprise they didn’t even notice me. I was yelling, crying, but no one bothered to look at me. I touched them, but that also went unrecognized. Then I saw, my sister bringing Simran out of the bedroom. Simran looked so worn out and her eyes were swollen red. She was not wearing any bangles, Bindi and her favorite nose ring.
“Simran, look at me. What has happened to you? Today is Tuesday, our first wedding anniversary. What have you done to yourself?” I said hugging her. But, afterwards I found she crossed me and I could not even feel that. She sat down near the body and laid her head over its chest. Later she uncovered the face of the body and started crying loud. I was shocked to see her this way. I went nearer to her and looked at the body.
“Is this me?”
“Am I dead?” “No,” “Simran, look at me, I am not dead. See, I came back. I've kept my promise. Please look at me, please” I cried madly.
“Madam, this is for you. Sir had asked me to give it to you if he didn’t return,” said Sushant and handed the note. Now I knew, I was dead. It was hurting me to the core of my heart.
“Please don’t cry. I am here, please look at me,” I said to Simran, trying to wipe her tears. But I could not. Simran took the note and saw it with her heavy eyes
“My soul will always be around you, they will just hand over my body to you”
Before we start thinking something out-of-box or creative, the very first comment that comes from the weakest brain cells is “There is a RISK, you must not do it”. And slowly we start believing in it and it overcomes the strongest cells. The result is… We give up!!
You know the real problem is, we don’t believe our strengths. We may brag upon it, fill our resume with it but in reality we don’t believe on it… on our STRENGTHS.
I agree, there is RISK, but it is even in Sitting inside your home, bowing inside temple, walking on pavements, every single place- every single second, we are taking RISK. So what do we do then?
Let’s take an incident. Suppose you want to master swimming on your own. Why I say, on your own is, because most of the time, MONEY is the reason of not taking RISK. So how will you do that?
You may get drowned, you may die. What if you die? How will your family survive? What about your friends? And hundred more similar questions will be raised by your instincts, which by that time are actually making you believe that, YOU ARE TAKING A HUGE RISK BY JUMPING IN THE POND. But again, on the flip side, you have sufficient interest and energy to do it.
Now whenever we are at a cross road, most of the time, we give up taking risk. We never think that we still have that Strength in us. You need to believe your strengths. If you don’t, then who will?
Now, before taking a Risk, you must ensure that there is a Strong pillar behind you which can pull you back whenever you feel it’s time to step a little back, plan more rigorously and then again take a jump.
Now its time to jump. You have made a strong base by now; in this case, it is a well-built tree near by the pond. Take a rope, and tie its one end around your waist and the other end round the tree. Check its endurance. You are all set to make a dip. You are more confident now, as you know, anytime you can pull yourself out with the help of the tree and the rope. But think, instead of tree, if you would have tied your rope round a rose plant then what could have been the result? Rose plant and you, both could have been in the pond as the former is so weak to take the weight of your dreams and strength. So, the point here is, the Savior should be resilient. It can be anyone, a person, your family, a good bank balance, a friend or your own attitude towards life.
Now, as you have taken a jump, you are just there to Swim, Swim and Swim until you have challenged your limits. Failing is just an event to make you sharpen your skills even better. If failed, don’t give up. Relax, concoct a better plan, and scrutinize your mistakes and Get Set Go!! Another jump in the pond!!
If you keep on doing it, then there is no fortune to stop you from being the best swimmer, the world is waiting for!! From Pond to river then to Sea… keep challenging the waves and make them bow before you!!
Swimming is just an instance. You do what you want to do. Just, have a strong believe in yourself, your strengths!!
“Nothing is written unless you take the pain to write it for yourself “
“Before you strengthen your believes…. start Believing your Strengths… Only then you can succeed”