Last week I received a voice mail from my brother saying he is all right. That was the first time in two months I had heard his voice. He is up in the mountains somewhere, in depths of snow and no communication. The time difference doesn't make it any easy.
We are very proud of our little Captain Saab, but we worry endlessly. Recently he was caught in a landslide while climbing up, in an attempt to save few horses which had fallen down. Although he escaped with minor injuries, there's a sharp pain that keeps tugging our heart, making us wonder about his safety, 24/7.
Away from the luxuries of life, kindling fire in snow, strangely this is his passion in life. And being a veterinary doctor, his profession aids him to fulfil his lifelong dream of treating and taking care of animals. I marvel at his diligence and perseverance. But somehow I can never shed off his image as a little boy, with whom I used to fight over Maggi noodles and mobile phone. Now he is up there, somewhere, sworn to protect his country. Just a year ago he would dump all this laundry in front of mom and bribe my sister to make chicken curry. Now he is all grown up, painting the roof and getting electricity lines fixed.
Except for a handful, I have despised every movie or TV series made on Armed Forces. They think they get everything right with their flowery lyrics, famous faces and fake tears. I tell you, it's a mockery of emotions that a Fauji family goes through when their most beloved are protecting the borders.
Then comes up incidences like these!! (Manipuri student attacked)
There's absolutely no importance of life. Each news items further proves that we are totally devoid of compassion and tolerance.
And I couldn't help but wonder, the minds are so filled with hatred for each other, what exactly is my brother protecting the country for? To be demolished by it's own people?