7th July, 1999 – Point 4875 – Near Tiger Hills – Altitude 17000 feet
Lieutenant Naveen is severely injured, finding it almost impossible to retaliate the counter attack made by the enemy troops. Indian Army has captured this point two days back but it is now that the enemies have come up with their forcefulness. Captain Vikram Batra who is also a part of the operation, goes to rescue the injured officer. While he is dragging the injured back under cover, Naveen insists on continuing with the operation.
“Tu baal bacchedaar hai. Hat ja peechhe.” Vikram tells him and he continues himself. (Translation: You have family to look after. Get back.)
Only a few moments have passed, when a bullet coming from enemy soldier, pierces his chest. Before he gets any time to react, he gets hit by an artillery splinter in the waist.
“Jai Mata Di.” He speaks as he realizes he doesn’t have much time to spare and he assails the enemy soldiers and kills five of them before succumbing to his injuries.
Point 4875 was a part of India now.
1st June, 1999 – Kargil
The war like situation had erupted in the Kargil region and Vikram’s unit moved here to take control over it. The first challenge for the 24 years old officer was to capture Point 5140 which was under enemy’s control at the moment. The peak was at an altitude of 17000 feet and was a crucial point in Drass region that could pave the way for further victories. Vikram had a conversation with the terrorist commander over radio. The enemy commander challenged him by saying, “Why have you come Sher Shah (Vikram’s nick name given by his commanding officer), you will not go back”. Captain Vikram Batra with immense confidence replied, “We shall see within one hour, who remains on the top”. Lieutenant Vikram decided to attack the enemy from the rear and they did that. In this decisive battle, their squad fought diligently and won a decisive victory.
“Daddy, I have captured.” Vikram’s father still remembers the phone call that his son made through a satellite phone.
After a small break of two days, Vikram was sent to capture the Point 4750. The war had reached its fiercest state during this time and capturing the point was going to be even tougher. Once again an enemy commander threatened him over radio and he responded bravely once again, not only through his words, but actions too. And the point was captured by Indian Army.
The next point was 4875. And the rest we all know is a part of the history that still makes us feel proud. It was won but we lost our hero.
Sometimes I am asked how old I am ; so, by asking, in an informal conversation. I, aware of the years that count since the date marked on my birth certificate, promptly answer the number that comes to mind.
Days ago, however, after one of these inquiries, I found myself reflecting on the age I carried on my chest, not that cold and sometimes pointless age that consumes us year after year, but the age of living, of discoveries, metamorphoses. I came to a simple conclusion: In this life alone, I have been reborn several times.
As a child, I did not understand much of the modus operandi of the world; I was a superhero at night, playing the Tekken, and in the morning I was just an ordinary boy, waiting for lunch to be served while watching Tom and Jerry on television. Like everything else in this life, however, childhood was gone, making me reborn as a being with individual understandings and convictions, which, at that time, seemed irrefutable (as adolescents always think).
Perhaps this was the first of my metamorphoses, this partial departure from dependence and the consequent adventure that is to assert oneself. I floated through styles, friendships, musical tastes, secret passions, confessed passions and other confused experiences, always trying to find that right spot, that X on the floor that would make me say: Now, now I am me. I have been disappointed numerous times and disappointed other people, but today, even though it is not perfectly fitted in the center of the X, I understand my place.
I realized that I don't need to be stubborn with everything, just keep my essence intact; that life is a sequence of mutations, which can easily change the count of years. Yes, I have that age transcribed on my ID card, but at certain points, I am still a child, a teenager, thinking that someone should call me an adult.
I am head over heels for you, noticing every little thing you do. It will be 12 am and I will be laying in bed thinking about all the reasons why we are perfect for each other and I hope that one day you will see how I have been here all along waiting.
My father: gf se baat kar rha tha na? Me: aapki meharbaani se bachpan se he boys hostel me rha hu(gf kya Aasmaan se aati hai) Father: fir itni deer kis se baat kar rha tha? Me: dosto se Father: Aree ye dost tujhe barbaad kar dege Me: (in my mind) Or kitna krege baichaare ab to level brabri pe hai