The Irony Of Paid Soldiers

Yes, the thoughts started to roam his mind like a cyclone. Uprooting, destroying and rampaging all the memories of his life that he once shared with anyone.
the bullet just passed through his right lung missing the heart by inches but he  knew instantly that he is not going to make it as being the man in charge here he knew about the medical facilities here and the nearest hospital being 200 miles back.

His mind was way off the battle field though, the only thing he managed to


remember was that the fellow in his right got hit and in that moment he protruded his head out of the cover and started firing when a couple of bullets just got injected into him.
Flashes of memories start coming and going from his mind like a movie being fast forwarded. He remembered his early days, his childhood and how he used to play with his father. He remembered his teenage when he and his friends would have the time of his life doing all the fun in the world. Faces… faces start coming and going infront of his eyes of all his mates and there appeared a smile on his face imagining them in their homes unknown of the fact that their friend is about take his last breath.

he remembered the look on his parents when he joined army and took the oath to protect the motherland irrespective of the circumstances. He still remembered the tears of joy that trickled down on the cheek of his mother when he came home the first time after completing training. His father looking  towards him proudly with his head held high.
Suddenly the pain in his chest brought him back to reality and he covered his wound with his hand. Blood was gushing out too fast for him to stop.
The face of his one year daughter came in his mind who was born just the previous year, the queen of her eyes and his wife, a lovely sweet wife who he loved dearly and always counted on her on moments of crisis. A loyal woman just in her early twenties will be left widowed because his husband was a fighting a battle that the nation doesn’t considers its own.
severe pain and light headedness followed and he knew that any second now he’ll be taking his last breath.
And he thought about his family wife and kids and then he thought of other people, the common people the simple folks who believe what they are told

will he be hailed as a hero…?

“No, I guess not. To them I’m just another guy being paid to do what I do best. I can’t be classified as somebody special just because I was paid to do all this. PAID PAID PAID….”

deep down he knew, he knew that if anyone in this whole wide world would be asked to risk his life on the basis of just 30,40 thousand rupees no one, NO ONE will do it

your life is not worth this much.

but not him because he is a soldier and that’s what soldiers do
THEY FIGHT, THEY DIE AND IN THEY GET THE BLAME OF BEING PAID.
he coughed a mouthful of blood, spitted it out and lied down flat on the ground
in his last moments these words of Centurion Quintas Dais were ringing in his mind

“it is the soldiers who do the fighting and the soldiers who do the dying and the Gods don’t even get their feet wet”

darkness… pitch black darkness just engulfed him and he felt his whole body trembling and then suddenly he took a last breath full of blood and rolled over to one side
and then…
then nothingness…

From the ink of a soldier...

Why Kashmir conflict is a blessing

Many a times I’ve found myself in a discussion rather to call it a heated discussion about the Kashmir issue. It is quite fascinating to see how people give arguments about the conflicted region and pardon me to say it aloud each and every single person present gives a unique description of it. Not to mention the fact that how easily they present a solution this is viable in their sense of knowledge. Let me proclaim at this point that I am not a protagonist of suppressing freedom of speech but it’s just the fact that the ideas they present, the solution they give are such ludicrous that it’s like rubbing the lamp of Aladdin and ending all hardships in a jiffy.
I don’t call myself an expert on the matter but isn’t it quite obvious why the Kashmir issue is so much crucial for us, for the army and for the establishment. It’s just so rue some that the common man can’t see the relation here.

First take in account the strategic location of Pakistan being surrounded by India, China, Iran, Afghanistan and the Arabian Sea out of which only India can be declared as an enemy or a threat. Now why do we call India an enemy not because we fought three wars with her but due to the fact that it has control over a region that we claim as ours, Kashmir. The people that get killed there are our very own people and their pain is our own, that’s why we call India an enemy.

Now lets take an account of the army that we are having; we have 650,000 active troops and 500,000 reserve troops almost a total of 12 lakh of people currently employed by army for warfare, which of course by any standard a huge army considering a country of our size.

And the sole reason of keeping this army is the Kashmir conflict, due to which we call India a threat.

Lets say if by any miracle of God this issue is resolved then what will happen? A very simple explanation here. UN will simply say that Iran and Afghanistan are Muslim countries and your friends, China is a big ally of yours and your conflict with India is solved and you have no imminent threat from them.

THEN WHY IS PAKISTAN KEEPING SUCH A HUGE ARMY AND DEFENCE BUDGET.

So Pakistan must disband her humongous army and send them home. Now we can’t be having this situation can we but on paper the demand from UN is right in essence. As we have no need for such army then why are we keeping it, by doing so disturbing the balance of power in the region.

From the ink of a soldier a very brief account of happenings can be written and yes, Kashmir is a blessing.