Prescript : This was drafted in august 2009 ... and i was rather confused whether to publish it or not... But then finally publishing it... It might just inspire u all to go on austerity drive and do something similar and big !!!!!!!!! :)
It was hot out there... And things were getting worst day by day... If that was not enough on that day had to travel in Mumbai local, with sweat dripping on and then mixing with others adding different flavors ( eeeeeeeeeks )... Arent trains a best example of national integrity and GIVING free sauna out there...
So at around 8.30 am when the sun above was doing his duty with vigor(just 2.5 hours into his office, a bit over-energetic)... i stepped out of my home reluctantly ... within no time i was drenched with sweat... Ten minutes later while i was walking towards station... 2 AC buses back to back zipped past me.. ... both buses, cruising to my workplace... As I saw them and people inside relaxing in full throttled AC I envied them... and the next moment I made up my mind... I would be taking a quarterly pass... After inquiring i realized that the best bargain was the months quarterly pass of BEST at 1500 odd rupees...
"Comeon i can go for it rather i must get it done right now"...i said to myself... The next instant i got a call from Kasturi... I now regret telling her my intentions and then she started... she started giving me examples of factory workers... of people daily working directly under this heat... of those working on roads... on construction sites... look at there charred bodies... atleast we are sitting in AC offices but for them no choice... And for next five minutes she went on and on... with every word of hers, my resolve of going by AC bus started crumbling...
and if you think that she was saying because she was some activist then you are wrong... She was just reciting one of my old recorded verses... she was giving me a taste of my own socialistic/communistic view... .....i had rejected her proposal of going by cab to watch a movie
And having come to think of it, its so true... Infact after looking at them i feel our jobs is one of the most pampered one... and still we crib about the 2-3 hours of non-ac travelling !! can't we bare even this much ?? Isin't it upto us of taking it as part and parcel of life ?
I get really moved when i see those who are building roads and construction sites... sweating out on mid-afternoons and there with their childrens playing / sleeping at the same place on stone / cement quarries...
By the end of her call the thought of going by AC bus was out of the window... rather i started feeling a bit ashamed of myself... So just went ahead took a quarterly IInd class pass and the donated the difference in amount to CRY ( i have a receipt ).....
I don't know how much this would help them... or neither what would they do out of this... but felt good about it...the next time when few drops of sweat appeared on my forehead in jam-packed local train a different sense of contentment was filled within me...
I hope that this remains within... and it doesn't get dampened with next showers of sweat :)
It won't... I would rather feel privileged when comparing with those road side laborers !!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
To the last bullet
Had lots of time in hand. so what to do ???????????????????????????
started thinking and finally decided lets go and eat at nirmals. after tummy was khush decided to make mummy khus ( she is an ardent sudoku enthusiast so went to crossword and bought a book for her).
as i was strolling 3 things simultaneously occured "saw a book with attractive cover","rain started poring outside' and "saw a empty seat" . so decide lets read this book.
and what a eye opener.
This book created a controversy when it was launched on 26th November 2009…
It was bound to… the detailed sequence of events, of what might have exactly happened on that fateful day was presented by Vinita Kamte in such a précised way that the questions were automatically raised…
Was really depressed at the way the system works… Filled with pain and anguish at the way in which the brave officers were allowed to die on the roads of Mumbai for 40 minutes and then to be blamed reckless later by certain section of media…
In first few chapters Vinita explained the chronological events that took place & about her tryst with the system to get to the truth…She took us through her plight, her pain, her life…It is a known fact all things went awfully wrong on that day 26/11… So why not come clean with the whole truth!!
But has it ever happened?? Never ever in the history of wars and events we have known the real truth… People have always got half-baked truths…
Later on in the book she describes about the life of ashok kamte… about the incidents which shaped him… his postings at different places including solapur, naxal-effected district of chandrapur…
It was really heartening and inspiring to see a person so focused, so determined to fight the system from within, rather than continuously bickering it from outside… utilizing the resources to the fullest rather than crying about the shortage of it… following the righteous path for as long as and as far as u can…. Gaining experiences from all what’s given and looking out for new avenues… Ashok Kamte was a man from rarest of rarest breeds who could inspire and influence one & all…
Fighting with naxals, underworld gansters… not knowing what the next moment would bring… Not knowing when the next land mine will tear you, from where the next bullet might come and hit you… and still smiling and remaining cheerful throughout…
Looking at such people our lives seem so small, insignificant and so easy… And still we keep on cribbing about things... about our work… about lbs being choko block… about the things around us…
I don’t know but then, I guess, the uncertainty about life, the day-to-day risk associated makes a person forget about small inconveniences and live life to the fullest….
I think, Rather than complaining about some specific persons, Vinita kamte wanted the readers to understand the mettle of the man… She wanted to make us realize what we had lost… what she had lost… and the anguish of losing him…
And she was really successful in doing this…
After going through the whole book you would not be surprised as to why he was there on that day…mind u he died near cst station and his was chief of the area somewhere in chembur. he could have easily avoided coming there citing any damn reason.....… he loved to lead from front… the way in which he was brought up it was ingrained in him…
The only pain that remains is that had he got a little more support… things would have been different today…
That is the pain that Vinita has and in the end the reader has….
started thinking and finally decided lets go and eat at nirmals. after tummy was khush decided to make mummy khus ( she is an ardent sudoku enthusiast so went to crossword and bought a book for her).
as i was strolling 3 things simultaneously occured "saw a book with attractive cover","rain started poring outside' and "saw a empty seat" . so decide lets read this book.
and what a eye opener.
This book created a controversy when it was launched on 26th November 2009…
It was bound to… the detailed sequence of events, of what might have exactly happened on that fateful day was presented by Vinita Kamte in such a précised way that the questions were automatically raised…
Was really depressed at the way the system works… Filled with pain and anguish at the way in which the brave officers were allowed to die on the roads of Mumbai for 40 minutes and then to be blamed reckless later by certain section of media…
In first few chapters Vinita explained the chronological events that took place & about her tryst with the system to get to the truth…She took us through her plight, her pain, her life…It is a known fact all things went awfully wrong on that day 26/11… So why not come clean with the whole truth!!
But has it ever happened?? Never ever in the history of wars and events we have known the real truth… People have always got half-baked truths…
Later on in the book she describes about the life of ashok kamte… about the incidents which shaped him… his postings at different places including solapur, naxal-effected district of chandrapur…
It was really heartening and inspiring to see a person so focused, so determined to fight the system from within, rather than continuously bickering it from outside… utilizing the resources to the fullest rather than crying about the shortage of it… following the righteous path for as long as and as far as u can…. Gaining experiences from all what’s given and looking out for new avenues… Ashok Kamte was a man from rarest of rarest breeds who could inspire and influence one & all…
Fighting with naxals, underworld gansters… not knowing what the next moment would bring… Not knowing when the next land mine will tear you, from where the next bullet might come and hit you… and still smiling and remaining cheerful throughout…
Looking at such people our lives seem so small, insignificant and so easy… And still we keep on cribbing about things... about our work… about lbs being choko block… about the things around us…
I don’t know but then, I guess, the uncertainty about life, the day-to-day risk associated makes a person forget about small inconveniences and live life to the fullest….
I think, Rather than complaining about some specific persons, Vinita kamte wanted the readers to understand the mettle of the man… She wanted to make us realize what we had lost… what she had lost… and the anguish of losing him…
And she was really successful in doing this…
After going through the whole book you would not be surprised as to why he was there on that day…mind u he died near cst station and his was chief of the area somewhere in chembur. he could have easily avoided coming there citing any damn reason.....… he loved to lead from front… the way in which he was brought up it was ingrained in him…
The only pain that remains is that had he got a little more support… things would have been different today…
That is the pain that Vinita has and in the end the reader has….
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
"Faith can move mountains..... I shooed away a train !!"
It was yet another day I was returning home after day long work, pissed off at many things at many places, when I saw this train sitting/standing idle in the station.
Suddenly something happened… and I could see it staying there idle, was mocking at me it was symbolizing something sluggish / some part of me which I am yet to discover… I felt it teasing me… Suddenly I wanted to shoo it away…I wanted to kick it away… I was urged to act…to do something…
I got into action... I dropped my bag caught hold of one of the handlebars of one of the last compartments and started pushing it…There was no effect on it… but this didn’t let me down… everything in life requires some input from yourself , your initial investment, to work upon, to start on…
So I kept at it… I had started sweating…but had faith that at some point my efforts would become fruitful... after around 2 minutes of relentless pressure suddenly I heard the train started hissing… and I knew my efforts were taking shape… this added confidence… I was at it continuously… then apart from hissing I heard some growling noises too… as if it was reacting and fighting with me… It was not liking to come out oft its inertia… and was getting angry… it was behaving as a enraged lazy bull that had planned to sit for years without any intention of moving ahead….
I was even more enraged…. It wasn’t even moving an inch…. By then many people had gathered around…. Some looking astonished, some puzzled, some laughing, some mocking… but I had to do this… people would do this… they have earned the right to do this since their birth… to comment , to laugh, to argue to debate on remotest of issues irrespective of whether the thing affected them or not…
But I was there with the concentration of arjuna… Today, what may happen I won’t let this one sit idle… I might perish in doing this but I would put my effort… now no one can blame me on lacking efforts… I channelised all my anger, frustration, power on to this single job… and then the inevitable happened… the train screamed out loud… I had broken the thick walls of comfort it had created around itself… It slowly started inching forward… it tried to show me that it was moving… but it wasn’t … after taking few steps it was planning on putting brakes… but I knew this tactics way long ago…. I kept my pressure… because I knew that once it started moving no one would be able to stop this one… I just had to just shake it out of its slumber…
Then finally it shrieked out loud… stood up and started hopping… people got scared… the same who were mocking me were running here and there… some who were just staring and looking at me now quickly got into moving train… the train gathered speed…. Being apprehensive I chased it from behind… today I won’t let you break again… and I ran and I ran…. And finally the train picked up the speed… and then it dashed out of the station with vigor and scared… I ran till the end of the station… and then returned picked up my bag and came home feeling contended… Today, it was a great day!!!
Suddenly something happened… and I could see it staying there idle, was mocking at me it was symbolizing something sluggish / some part of me which I am yet to discover… I felt it teasing me… Suddenly I wanted to shoo it away…I wanted to kick it away… I was urged to act…to do something…
I got into action... I dropped my bag caught hold of one of the handlebars of one of the last compartments and started pushing it…There was no effect on it… but this didn’t let me down… everything in life requires some input from yourself , your initial investment, to work upon, to start on…
So I kept at it… I had started sweating…but had faith that at some point my efforts would become fruitful... after around 2 minutes of relentless pressure suddenly I heard the train started hissing… and I knew my efforts were taking shape… this added confidence… I was at it continuously… then apart from hissing I heard some growling noises too… as if it was reacting and fighting with me… It was not liking to come out oft its inertia… and was getting angry… it was behaving as a enraged lazy bull that had planned to sit for years without any intention of moving ahead….
I was even more enraged…. It wasn’t even moving an inch…. By then many people had gathered around…. Some looking astonished, some puzzled, some laughing, some mocking… but I had to do this… people would do this… they have earned the right to do this since their birth… to comment , to laugh, to argue to debate on remotest of issues irrespective of whether the thing affected them or not…
But I was there with the concentration of arjuna… Today, what may happen I won’t let this one sit idle… I might perish in doing this but I would put my effort… now no one can blame me on lacking efforts… I channelised all my anger, frustration, power on to this single job… and then the inevitable happened… the train screamed out loud… I had broken the thick walls of comfort it had created around itself… It slowly started inching forward… it tried to show me that it was moving… but it wasn’t … after taking few steps it was planning on putting brakes… but I knew this tactics way long ago…. I kept my pressure… because I knew that once it started moving no one would be able to stop this one… I just had to just shake it out of its slumber…
Then finally it shrieked out loud… stood up and started hopping… people got scared… the same who were mocking me were running here and there… some who were just staring and looking at me now quickly got into moving train… the train gathered speed…. Being apprehensive I chased it from behind… today I won’t let you break again… and I ran and I ran…. And finally the train picked up the speed… and then it dashed out of the station with vigor and scared… I ran till the end of the station… and then returned picked up my bag and came home feeling contended… Today, it was a great day!!!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Agra mein taj hai, mumbai mein raj hain
With the election of Ashok Shankarrao Chavan as the Chief Minister ended the most keenly
contested Maharashtra assembly elections.
The most interesting character in this election was "Raj Thackrey and his interviews" on CNN-IBN and Times Now… It was so refreshing… just enjoyed that 30 minutes… neither noticed nor cared about what he was saying… though I guess he was making a lot of sense …but was seriously amused by the fact that someone was doing it… and first time things were being aired with sub-titles for marathi too…
Someone speaking in marathi on English channels… have u ever seen this… Certainly not…Infact this was the first of its kind…
Till now had seen only the likes of karunanidhi and jyoti basu and buddhadev and regional satraps going on in their regional languages … but none from maharashtra… no matter how big the leader might be… in-front of English/hindi channels he would go on in his broken hindi –cum- English –cum- marathi mix… and would become a piece of amusement... someone to laugh at… remember RR Patil, Aba unintentionally said "Badhe desho mein aise choti ghatna hoti hai" and had to lose his dy cm post )
Speaking in their mother-tongue language should never be considered something low or looked down upon... Infact it should be done wherever and whenever possible... and people do it... Show me one instance when 2 gujjus talk in any other language the moment they realize it... or mallus or telgus or for dat matter any other language… but the same can't be said about marathi people... Don't know why ??
I am not against hindi or one language… it is our national language… everyone has to know it,
love it and use it … But there should be some sort of uniformity in it… It baffles me the discrimination which people do…
Dravidans not speaking in hindi its fine… bengali can too speak in his language in front of reporters and no one will stop him… But the moment a person starts replying in marathi… eyebrows are raised , stupid media persons start screaming hindi-mein hindi mein (literary had seen this happening with CM and instead of throwing them out our esteemed CM had changed to hindi…)
How can talking in marathi amount to regionalist and talking in Bengali/gujrati/tamil not??? I think here lies the bone of contention… and Raj picked it up properly…
And now he is milking over it…Forget about what his aim is… he might be targeting for vote bank… but then who isin’t ?? all of them are jumping over one another and doing the same…
But I am liking it… and I am sure there wud be many of maharashtrians loving it…
Jai Hind Jai Maharashtra
Actually i wanted to continue on this blog , but my dharam patni has now woken up and i have to go to do her seva. sorry readers. PATNI SEVA HI MERA DHARM HAI.
contested Maharashtra assembly elections.
The most interesting character in this election was "Raj Thackrey and his interviews" on CNN-IBN and Times Now… It was so refreshing… just enjoyed that 30 minutes… neither noticed nor cared about what he was saying… though I guess he was making a lot of sense …but was seriously amused by the fact that someone was doing it… and first time things were being aired with sub-titles for marathi too…
Someone speaking in marathi on English channels… have u ever seen this… Certainly not…Infact this was the first of its kind…
Till now had seen only the likes of karunanidhi and jyoti basu and buddhadev and regional satraps going on in their regional languages … but none from maharashtra… no matter how big the leader might be… in-front of English/hindi channels he would go on in his broken hindi –cum- English –cum- marathi mix… and would become a piece of amusement... someone to laugh at… remember RR Patil, Aba unintentionally said "Badhe desho mein aise choti ghatna hoti hai" and had to lose his dy cm post )
Speaking in their mother-tongue language should never be considered something low or looked down upon... Infact it should be done wherever and whenever possible... and people do it... Show me one instance when 2 gujjus talk in any other language the moment they realize it... or mallus or telgus or for dat matter any other language… but the same can't be said about marathi people... Don't know why ??
I am not against hindi or one language… it is our national language… everyone has to know it,
love it and use it … But there should be some sort of uniformity in it… It baffles me the discrimination which people do…
Dravidans not speaking in hindi its fine… bengali can too speak in his language in front of reporters and no one will stop him… But the moment a person starts replying in marathi… eyebrows are raised , stupid media persons start screaming hindi-mein hindi mein (literary had seen this happening with CM and instead of throwing them out our esteemed CM had changed to hindi…)
How can talking in marathi amount to regionalist and talking in Bengali/gujrati/tamil not??? I think here lies the bone of contention… and Raj picked it up properly…
And now he is milking over it…Forget about what his aim is… he might be targeting for vote bank… but then who isin’t ?? all of them are jumping over one another and doing the same…
But I am liking it… and I am sure there wud be many of maharashtrians loving it…
Jai Hind Jai Maharashtra
Actually i wanted to continue on this blog , but my dharam patni has now woken up and i have to go to do her seva. sorry readers. PATNI SEVA HI MERA DHARM HAI.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Khao beta khao
Thursday, 9th of July would be an historical day for me... This was the day ,the day to laugh back at all those who made those heart-wrenching and stomach churning comments about my poor tummy…
To all those who pointed fingers towards my belly… to all those looked with that indecent look towards my poor tummy… today was the day of revelation… today was the day of resurrection…today was day to silence all my critics and “well-wishers”…
Today was the day of oppressed to hit back…
Today there was a BMI (Body Mass Index) Check-up conducted by god-sent people from kaya (whoever they are, I have become their fan) at our office…
Suddenly I realized that this was the moment for which I was waiting… I had always known and had full faith on my poor tummy… dear, I was always proud of you… but had no answer to all those statistics and arguments placed about extra fats…. actually at times I feel bad about you… with no fault of yours, you always had to bear those acrid comments, to face ignominy at hands of others, real culprits, if I may say so, being over-active taste-buds and inactiveness of other muscles…as if I cared about it… but the world does…it shows stats… it tries to prove with numbers…it requires results in black & white… the world requires every thing on some shit paper… with all statistics… Now I have it….so here it was… few stats which came out of that stupid, oh sorry, the great machine….
Weight : 95.20 kg (which I doubt… believe me its inaccurate… it has to be lesser)
BMI : 23.9 (which I don’t know anything about)
Fat % : 18 % (8-20 being normal)
The best part being here
FAT to Lose : 3.0 Kg….. (hurray !! which I don’t doubt at all)
Take this…. To all those who passed comments… to all those who gave suggestions… to all those who suggested me to avoid bhurji-pav, and spicy chicken, paneer, cheese and non-veg delicacies… This was the moment of jubilation… this was the moment where finally the truth prevailed…
From now on no thinking twice from having all those… no more that feeling of guilt.. while having ras-gullas, gulam-jamuns, samosas,wada pav, misals, chats etc etc etc... it was as if the almighty above saying “Khao beta khao… I will take care of the stats”…...................
To all those who pointed fingers towards my belly… to all those looked with that indecent look towards my poor tummy… today was the day of revelation… today was the day of resurrection…today was day to silence all my critics and “well-wishers”…
Today was the day of oppressed to hit back…
Today there was a BMI (Body Mass Index) Check-up conducted by god-sent people from kaya (whoever they are, I have become their fan) at our office…
Suddenly I realized that this was the moment for which I was waiting… I had always known and had full faith on my poor tummy… dear, I was always proud of you… but had no answer to all those statistics and arguments placed about extra fats…. actually at times I feel bad about you… with no fault of yours, you always had to bear those acrid comments, to face ignominy at hands of others, real culprits, if I may say so, being over-active taste-buds and inactiveness of other muscles…as if I cared about it… but the world does…it shows stats… it tries to prove with numbers…it requires results in black & white… the world requires every thing on some shit paper… with all statistics… Now I have it….so here it was… few stats which came out of that stupid, oh sorry, the great machine….
Weight : 95.20 kg (which I doubt… believe me its inaccurate… it has to be lesser)
BMI : 23.9 (which I don’t know anything about)
Fat % : 18 % (8-20 being normal)
The best part being here
FAT to Lose : 3.0 Kg….. (hurray !! which I don’t doubt at all)
Take this…. To all those who passed comments… to all those who gave suggestions… to all those who suggested me to avoid bhurji-pav, and spicy chicken, paneer, cheese and non-veg delicacies… This was the moment of jubilation… this was the moment where finally the truth prevailed…
From now on no thinking twice from having all those… no more that feeling of guilt.. while having ras-gullas, gulam-jamuns, samosas,wada pav, misals, chats etc etc etc... it was as if the almighty above saying “Khao beta khao… I will take care of the stats”…...................
Saturday, March 21, 2009
A Tribute To my Lovely *****
I never thought this day would come so early…. that I would loose you so suddenly and so abruptly..... It has come to me as a big shock and I have still not overcome the grief.
Today I just wished I could turn the time backwards... I just wished that I missed the train, which I caught hurriedly... I wish I should have stayed a bit longer in my home, I wished that I should not have been at that place at that moment... I wish u could have stayed a bit longer with me.
I had grown so much used to to your body, colour, style, weight and most above all u r feel…Everything was so humane and so much similar about u to me...U looked so tough, hard rock and strong, yet were so fragile with a “Handle with Care” tag all over you. At times, nothing happened to you even after falling from great heights and at others even a small scratch would bruise you so much. So unpredictable and weird, even then so lovable.
You were really one of my best companions. With you I had and will always cherish so many great moments…Those great pictures, when u adored with me… No one will ever understand how good you were for me… What relationship we shared…
I gave u to Bharat on an Exam day … Did that make u upset or feel bad? Was that the reason for u left me ??Really, I never meant giving u away to him… not even in the wildest of my dreams. How can anyone take your place??
Many a times I have compared you with others including my friends which I could have easily avoided. I really never mean those things, but in the spurt of moment, I say something, after which, it becomes impossible for me to backtrack. As a result of which things really become bad for me.I know, I have not learnt from my past mistakes (I am a bad learner) and am sure will never learn. But then, u should have known this, u were there on countless such occasions..
U should have known that I never mean such things, that I am stupid.Haven’t you seen me sulking for days later on such incidents ??Now that you are not with me, I understand what u were for me.Why does this always happen that we understand the importance of someone, only after that person is away from you?? Why??
Wherever you are, you know I would always miss you………
( for those wondering what is ***** it stands for my "WATCH"
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Salute to Tukaram Omble
Lazzy lazy lazy ( do u have any other word to describe me ) . Its already 2 1/2 month since the dreaded night Mumbai has ever saw and still i have not expressed my views. shame on me.
Many of us surely would have surely forgotten too. The incident seems so long back and we seem to have forgotten that night. As it happens things have come back to normal. It has changed only for those who have lost their family members. But still, Life moves on.
Pages have been written about martyrs and people who showed courage on that day.
The gallant efforts of many people, their split second decisions and acts of bravery have averted the losses which could have happened.
But, somewhere in all those names is a name less murmured… PSI Tukaram Omble.I feel the person who was instrumental in nabbing the lone terrorist alive didn’t get his share of appreciation and stardom, which he deserved.
As the story goes by it is believed that omble was without any weapons and was just patrolling when he got the message on a walkie-talkie about the incident and then he saw the skoda passing by… He chased it down on his bike. A team from db marg police station was setting up a nakabandi at the chowpatty signal. As the car approached the signal, the terrorists opened fire on the cops, but were forced to reduce speed because of the barricades.
Omble overtook the skoda and stopped in front of it, forcing the driver of the car to swerve right and hit the divider. Tukaram, then jumped off his bike and dived on the car's rear window.
Azam Amir Kasav who was in the car lowered the glass and fired at Tukaram. Even after getting pumped by bullets, Tukaram was undeterred. He still clinged on to the barrel of the car, enabling sub-inspector Bhaskar Kadam and others to arrest Kasav.
And then in the process he succumbed only after taking 5 bullets. This story hasn’t been covered by media in the way it should have. I read this piece in some inner pages of newspapers and on rediff too.
And still I can’t figure out what exactly might have happened that night, what transpired or conspired him to go head-on with the terrorists having Ak-47s and blood in their eyes... and he had nothing, not even a service pistol… moreover he had the information about the weapons they were carrying… Still he jumped into it, went for it... nobody could have blamed him had he chosen to stay behind…
The more i read about it the more I get overwhelmed by the thing he did.
I guess it’s the moment… that split of a moment which brings out your courage and the mettle of which you are made of. and you become history. And then it doesn’t matter what you have and what your enemies have. Then it doesn’t matter of what age you are and who all are dependent on you. Or else how can you rationalize such an act. But bravery often defies logic.
The importance and significance of whole of this incidence is first time India could show it to the world that a pakistani national is involved. First time they had been caught red-handed… No doubt that even after catching kasab alive and after his statements pakistani government is still in denial mode but they will have to accept it…
On Jan 26 he was awarded by Pratibha patil the Highest Gallentary award in peace times the Ashok Chakra, the air rendered with slogans of "Tukaram Omble amar rahe". surely he will always remain " Amar ".
A great full nations pays homage and Salutes this brave heart…
Many of us surely would have surely forgotten too. The incident seems so long back and we seem to have forgotten that night. As it happens things have come back to normal. It has changed only for those who have lost their family members. But still, Life moves on.
Pages have been written about martyrs and people who showed courage on that day.
The gallant efforts of many people, their split second decisions and acts of bravery have averted the losses which could have happened.
But, somewhere in all those names is a name less murmured… PSI Tukaram Omble.I feel the person who was instrumental in nabbing the lone terrorist alive didn’t get his share of appreciation and stardom, which he deserved.
As the story goes by it is believed that omble was without any weapons and was just patrolling when he got the message on a walkie-talkie about the incident and then he saw the skoda passing by… He chased it down on his bike. A team from db marg police station was setting up a nakabandi at the chowpatty signal. As the car approached the signal, the terrorists opened fire on the cops, but were forced to reduce speed because of the barricades.
Omble overtook the skoda and stopped in front of it, forcing the driver of the car to swerve right and hit the divider. Tukaram, then jumped off his bike and dived on the car's rear window.
Azam Amir Kasav who was in the car lowered the glass and fired at Tukaram. Even after getting pumped by bullets, Tukaram was undeterred. He still clinged on to the barrel of the car, enabling sub-inspector Bhaskar Kadam and others to arrest Kasav.
And then in the process he succumbed only after taking 5 bullets. This story hasn’t been covered by media in the way it should have. I read this piece in some inner pages of newspapers and on rediff too.
And still I can’t figure out what exactly might have happened that night, what transpired or conspired him to go head-on with the terrorists having Ak-47s and blood in their eyes... and he had nothing, not even a service pistol… moreover he had the information about the weapons they were carrying… Still he jumped into it, went for it... nobody could have blamed him had he chosen to stay behind…
The more i read about it the more I get overwhelmed by the thing he did.
I guess it’s the moment… that split of a moment which brings out your courage and the mettle of which you are made of. and you become history. And then it doesn’t matter what you have and what your enemies have. Then it doesn’t matter of what age you are and who all are dependent on you. Or else how can you rationalize such an act. But bravery often defies logic.
The importance and significance of whole of this incidence is first time India could show it to the world that a pakistani national is involved. First time they had been caught red-handed… No doubt that even after catching kasab alive and after his statements pakistani government is still in denial mode but they will have to accept it…
On Jan 26 he was awarded by Pratibha patil the Highest Gallentary award in peace times the Ashok Chakra, the air rendered with slogans of "Tukaram Omble amar rahe". surely he will always remain " Amar ".
A great full nations pays homage and Salutes this brave heart…
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