Re-posting Old Articles Published elsewhere online but now not available
Published in Year 2012
Published in Year 2012
When India Awakened in Me
My 5th birthday was on 10th December 1971.
The
third Indo-Pak war is on its 7th day (if we say 4th December was the D-day). It
is around 9 pm, I am sitting in the balcony of the government quarter where I stay.
My mother is beside me and my sister who is 30 months old is sleeping in the
room. We live in Faridabad, a small town near India’s capital - Delhi. My
father, a government servant, goes every day on his bi-cycle to catch a train
to Delhi where his office is and he comes late in the evening on the same
bi-cycle which he keeps at the railway station. He also has to carry a license
for his cycle.
Over the past few weeks my mother has put dark brown papers on all our windows and in fact painted everything black on the outside. The war between India and Pakistan can start any day and there are policemen and some sort of chowkidars whistling and telling to switch off all lights, not even candles should be lighted. There is a war between India and Pakistan. We kids go down to play in the open spaces between the rows of government quarters. Discussion is always about Gnats and Jets – I understand some – not much. One of the older kids was telling us that jets can fire missiles but our Gnats are very good and we can defeat them easily.
My father has not arrived from work; my mother is worried as we sit outside the house - in the balcony. This is a government colony and we are in the first story flat of two storied houses. As we sit outside, my mother looks at the sky - and sure enough there are dots moving below the stars. These are aircraft moving, my mother tells me. My mother tells me, "These are Indian Air Force planes. We don't have Jets that Pakistan has, but our pilots are brave and they will stop them". This is obvious reference to Sabrejets (F-86) that Pakistan had in 1971 from US. India did not have these types of high-end fighter planes. But our Hunters and Gnats proved better. The morale was high and may be so war training.
My father arrived on his cycle little late. He said he wanted to bring some cakes for my birthday
or something like that. I am not sure now. But my memory of looking at the sky with dots moving below the stars and the fear in the air of a possible long war and my mother holding me - the young boy of 5 years - in the balcony of the government flat in Faridabad is so vivid and clear even now.
I think that was the day, when INDIA AWAKENED IN ME!
I just wanted to get up - reach up the sky and fire the Gun that I have been given as my birthday present on the Sabrejets that the enemy brings to the war with my country! I think that was the day I got hooked on to India and Indian defence. I pursued, as a hobby, reading on Indian security, defence, war and history. And even now the interest continues.
When did I realize India is my country? This was I think the point - at the age of 5, India awakened in me. It may be an interesting exercise to recollect – when did India woke-up in you? Wishing you a very happy Independence Day.
