Chatri Mata Ki Jai!!

Chatri Mata Ki Jai!! (Hail To The Goddess Of The Parachute) , a cry no stranger to the bravest of the Indian Army, The Paras, while they take a leap of faith from heights into the totally unknown leaving the deafining noise of the jump bay casued by the roaring of the aircraft and the wind.

They leap into the unknown with relative ease time and again in day and at night,  keeping their faith in both thier training and the almighty parachute Goddess.

 

In my life, I too have also taken a few leaps. Some solo, some in tandem , some  with actual parachutes and some with invisible ones, always keeping the faith in the parachute Goddess.

 

Life has given me excellent tandem buddies, in my family and friends and the Goddess has been kind to keep opening my parachute ensuring a soft landing always, be it from the heights of the sky or for descions I take while on ground.

 

So, Charti Mata Ki Jai! & Keeping the Faith!

 

I Have A Dream!!

Wonderful lyrics mirroring some of my feelings !! Thanks ABBA for a wonderful Song:-

 

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
*Song Released 1979 : Album /  Take a Chance On Me 

Vajra Prahar!

Vajra (Devanagari: वज्र): is a Sanskrit word meaning both thunderbolt and diamond. As a material device, the vajra is a ritual object, a short metal weapon that originates from India and has the symbolic nature of a diamond (it can cut any substance but not be cut itself) and that of the thunderbolt (irresistible force).

Prahar (Devanagari:प्रहार): Strike / Blow / Final Attack.

As one can imagine if an organisation which individually or jointly needs to execute a plan with the swiftness of Vajra and a defeating Prahar to their competition they must be the best in all possible departments, with  planning, training and absolute resolve in team and leadership.

 

There is however one organisation which must go the further mile and be ready for the extraordinary in all aspects , this is the military.

 

For all their planning , training and agility they must also be prepared for the unknown. A quote by General Ludwig Beck, Chief of the German General Staff during the early years of the Nazi regime in Germany before World War II    "Remember, this is a military operation. Nothing ever goes according to plan.",made famous by the movie Valkyrie (2008), is a reality check of the uncertainties faced in any military operation.
 

For me the military deserves a special commendation for being able to overcome these uncertainties and acheive the impossible at times.

This also makes me believe however chaotic a military plan may appear to be , there's always is a plan!! and am sure they "love it when a plan comes together!!" - (Quote by Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith, fictional character in the 1980s action/adventure television series The A-Team)

The Military M.I Room!!

Have been off the blog radar for exactly 11 months now, far long from what I would have liked. The reason for being incommunicado on the blog has been more conscious. I would have liked to shoot off a few now and then but thought best that I reflect before I write. These last 11 months have been filled with highs and lows , good times and more recently some untimely events , scars of which will heal slowly only with time.

The events off late  however have been reminding me of the phase of my life in which I was an Army Brat, carefree and more important never worried about being ill, be it broken bones, wounds, the flu or illness with names we couldn't pronounce.

 



Indian Naval Hospital Ship Ashvini : My Birth Place

 I guess for me the comfort of the M.I room being so close to home, where ever that was, along with the invisible but protective layer of belonging to the Fauji Family did the magic.

In addition ,I was born in a Military Hospital, all my teenage broken bones were mended there, I got my chin stitched in the middle of the night there after bleeding for a couple of hours and sleeping sound until my parents arrived and discovered the new extreme sport of  powder skating that I had invented.

We could walk in any time, and if we were accompanied by my dad we would first get some gleaming salutes which at times would make me forget why we were there in the first place. My mother who needed constant medical care, would just walk in and walk out of the M.I room, no money , no insurance, just a name, rank and number.

Of course all of this was thanks to the Armed Forces Medical Services who silently with care and at times brutally (I remember a Colonel Surgeon pressing my broken toe as though I was an enemy and was going to sing some classified information to him due to the pain, this at the age of 11) had the onus of getting us in shape. 

There were lows as well , the unending lines, the packed wards, the food (God forbid you got admitted), the medical category committees the Officers dreaded as it could ruin their career and at times vital machines were out of service. But all in all never was there doubt of recovery , cause in the end somehow you knew that they would put you back on track.

Whether an Officer, an Other Rank or just family they just wanted you to be out in SHAPE1, by hook or by crook!!