Wednesday 14 March 2012

A day with Thayyib is always a day with Thayyib...


                   Thayyib has asked me to wake him up early in the morning so that we could go college on time. I had to get my caution deposit back and he had to get his mark lists. As planned I rang him early in the morning. At first he didn’t pick up the call. After an hour or so he picked the call. We had to get our mark lists and all attested. I asked him to come home, so that my Mom, who is a Gazated officer, would sign our certificates and required documents. There is no point telling mom to wait after 9.15, as she is strict with her office timings. But Thayyib promised me that he would reach home in 30 minutes after a shower. Hence I asked Mom to wait for some time and she agreed to it. 30 minutes passed away in 30 seconds and Mom asked me to call Thayyib to ask him where he reached and I called him. Thayyib said “Sharath I am just starting dude”. I asked Mom to start for the office and told Thayyib to come home. And I briefed him the route.
                  I was listening to music and in 25 minutes I got a call from Thayyib asking me the route. I have clarified him with the routes and was getting ready. Yet again my cell rang with Thayyib’s name and his photo flashing all over it. I picked up and again made it clear to him. In 3 seconds Thayyib was home and we took all the needed certificates and headed to college in no time. We parked our bike there near the parking place and slowly started strolling towards the college. I felt a breeze brushing my face as if it is a January morning. May be when you are done with your course, any desert in the month of March would bring some cold breeze for you, just to brush those memories which are not buried in the graveyard of time. Falgunan sir’s Honda city was there.  Chintech didn’t change at all, we thought. You know I hate Honda City Car. In fact all Honda City cars in the world. The reason is very simple, Falgunan Sir owns one. It took us some time to fill all the forms and procedures. When Thayyib is done with filling a form, he had send to a room, person sitting in that particular room would ask him to get signature of another person who is sitting in the 3d floor. Poor Thayyib would run all the way to the third floor just to see that, the person he wanted to meet has come down to the ground floor. After running almost 5 kilometers inside the campus, up and down, we were quite happy with the fact that everything has been done.
                            On the way to Kannur University we got our copies attested at Mom’s office. On the way we stopped for having juice. I had tender coconut juice and Thayyib was happy with watermelon juice and a lime juice. Thayyyib was on again and we roared ‘ Kannur University.. we are coming’ as if we were going to bomb the University. On the way Thayyib started cracking some poor jokes and he alone had to laugh at it. Then he started teasing me by saying, “You won’t laugh at our jokes no? You will only laugh at your Amir’s jokes no?”.  When Thayyib bring some drama in, especially to tease someone, he would half raise his right hand and shake his head left and right. That action was widely discussed in the OR classes when we were in second semester. We reached University by 12 noon and started filling the forms which has to be accompanied by a bank chellan. When we were done, the black hands of the clock were about to show 1 ‘O’ clock. But we managed to reach at the door before 1. Surprisingly we were stopped by the security and asked us to come at 2. We were stunned and murmured something which we only could hear. Then we waited to see what is happening with other students. That security started telling all the students who were about to check in, “Only after 2 ‘O’ clock as if an alarm has fixed inside him. We wondered, he would say ‘After 2 ‘O’ clock’ in his soundest sleep as well. Imagine his wife calling him for sex, and then also he would say ‘After 2 ‘O’ clock’. Would be really funny no??
                         We left for lunch and Thayyib treated me with Chicken biriyani and later on Chikku shake. After 2 ‘O’ clock we reached the university and finished our work in 10 minutes. We left the premises as fast as we could and we were on the way to Kannur.  As we reached Alavil, Thayyib asked me from where we would have juice?
                       From Calicut juice centre, I said. Thayyib cut me and told that there would not be readymade Pineapple juice. I said there would be. He challenged me and it ended up in a bet. If there is readymade pineapple juice, Thayyib would pay the bill and if there is not, I will. Before stopping the bike near the Shoppe itself I have asked the Shoppe keeper, whether readymade pineapple juice was there or not. His ‘Yes’ made me felt the same way Ceaser might have felt after winning a war. I had Strawberry shake and Thayyib had pineapple juice. Thayyib dropped me at the bus stand and in 5 minutes I got a bus and in 30 minutes I was home.
                    Thanks a lot Thayyib for making a black and white day, a colorful one.

 Thanks for your time
Sharath Muthirakkal.

Sunday 11 March 2012

A nation that forgets its martyrs will itself soon be forgotten...


           I love Indian Army not only because that they protect us from enemies. It is also because of the sacrifice of every individual in the army and the attitude towards the nation as a whole. One soldier wrote to his Mom, “Maa, Tum dekhna, ek din aisa kaam karunga, sari duniya main mera nam hoga”. You know what happened to the life of that soldier? He was killed in an Ambush by the Pakistan army and they did the worst possible thing on him which they could only do. They had carved out his eye balls with knives. They drilled his ear drums with hot iron rode, they chopped off his genitals and broke every born and did whatever they could.  Sounds horrible no? But it was what the Pakistan soldiers did against a human being who was unfortunately selected in Indian Army, Mr. Captain Sourabh Kalia. This incident happened in the year 1999.
          After 12 years his poor father is still fighting in the court for the justice. Imagine a Dad receiving his child’s dead body in worst condition, one could never imagine. Poor father is not getting any support from the ministry. Remember Captain Sourabh kalia was not a normal soldier. He had lead many out ambushes, had killed terrorists, militants. Sourabh was a great strategist as well. That reason was pretty enough for the Pakistan bastards to do such a devilish thing to him. No country in the world is permitted to do such an act on any of the enemy soldier. They can kill him in a war but cannot kill him as they killed Sourabh. International community also seems forgotten the case. But how a father would tolerate with it?
             Respective ministry should take this case forward so that Poor father of Sourabh Kalia would get justice and no other military man would ever get such a treatment from Pakistan soldiers [I pray none of our soldiers get in to their traps next time]. Imagine if Indian Army had done the same on a Pakistani soldier. In the first place no Indians would ever do such an act. We are not heartless butchers after all. But just imagine. Whole world would come against India. Now see, when India is in the receiving end, no one is really keen to get involved. Army men are those who without minding their life; safe guarding us all from the evil forces. They keep peace inside the country by forgetting their family, friends, loved ones etc. They are the supreme most persons who deserve honors before any individual in India. So next time, when you see an Army man, Just salute and greet them with a “Bharath Matha Ki Jai”. For them, your Bharath Matha Ki Jai is always above 10000 billion crore Rupees.
BHARATH MATHA KI JAI…



Thanks for your time
Sharath Muthirakkal