The six soldiers plodded through treacherous terrain and biting cold, their eyes scanning the bleak landscape for intruders.  The blinding snow and fierce winds thwarted their earlier attempts but today the weather cooperated and they were trying very hard to reach their goal, the strategically important Bajrang Post.  After a hard trek through the white, eerie and somber landscape, they were almost within reach of this vital post, when all of sudden, they ran into enemy fire as the post was already occupied.  In spite of the dismal realization, they soon recovered and fought back fiercely. Unfortunately they ran out of ammunition, their signal instruments didn't work, and seemingly out of nowhere came 200 Pakistani rangers who took them prisoners.  On that ill fated day, the 15^th of May, 1999, just nine days before the Kargil war, a million thoughts must have gone through their heads as they were about to be captured.  But even then neither Lt. Saurabh Kaalia nor his valiant men of 4 Jat regiment of the Indian army could have realized that they were riding on a one way ticket to hell.

For that's what happened to them.  The next 22 days, raving maniacs unleashed a sadistic orgy on Lt. Kaalia and his five sepoys, Sri Arjun Ram, Sri Bhanvar lal Bagariaji, Sir Bhika Ramji, Sri Moola Ramji and Sri Naresh Singhji.  The historic gutters under Aurangzeb churned and let the overflowing evil take hold of the Pakistanis who went on a torturing spree.  Their bodies were burnt with cigarettes, eardrums pierced with hot rods, eyeballs punctured and plucked out of their sockets, limbs were chopped, heads smashed, bones broken along with taunting laughter and bigoted violence. Even a fiend escaped from hell would have been stunned and shocked to see the hideous faces of the wild men who tore apart the bodies of the valiant jawans.  Humiliated, mutilated and scorned repeatedly, they were finally shot, thus ending the dark saga of demonic

brutality. Yet our brave jawans stood their ground, revealing nothing, enduring all the mind boggling violence with unprecedented courage and true grit. And even as the enemy gloated and exulted, they knew it was a cowardly act for they could never stand face to face with any one of them and defeat them in a fair battle.

On June 9, when Saurabh Kaalia's body came back in a coffin, his brother Vaibhav could recognize him only by the eyebrows.  There were no eyes, no ears, no face, and no limbs, nothing except a mangled and sorely abused body which arrived even before his first paycheck.  The city of Palampur, his place of residence, poured out its mourning heart along with millions of Indians who watched with helpless chagrin and mounting anger at another audacious attack on the politically correct, sleepwalking nation of a billion people.

However, the criminal class of politicians and their cohorts in the media responded as usual by taking the line of least resistance.  At this outrage committed on their country, nothing stirred them from their cocoon of myopic complacence.  There was no statement from anybody, not even a demand for an apology. The media which usually jumps like a cat on a hot tin roof on issues against Modi or Ayodha, or Hindu activism, maintained a deafening silence.   And where were all these denizens of the human rights camp, the peaceniks, the candle kissers, assorted cultural icons and other secular messiahs coming out of the pipeline of Nehru's "burning vision"?  All these men who claim to possess a "global" soul but showed only callousness and indifference to their own kind?  The swaggering loudmouths with frozen hearts had nothing to say.

Last update : 29-11-2009 17:07

Keywords : Remember Saurabh Kaalia, Aneeta Chakrabarty

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