Martyrdom — deserve honour not sympathy



It has been more than two months of settling down in green zone due to a diplomate heck who is less than one nano-metre but I think, ‘It’ has done their job very well and proves the fact “Size doesn’t matter” once again. In the mean time of our regular quarantine schedule — “We were playing a war game with my kith and kins in our mobile phones. Genuinely, it was full of action, thrill and completely based on the long-lasting survival. We were doing very well in the game and only three teammates left in the second last circle. One of us saw a foe running through the corridor and marked the location to take a look on him for us. We were doing the same, abruptly we heard a gunshot. Everyone was mum for a while and trying to comprehend and find out the sniper. After a few second a damn grenade got in through window like a tennis ball and vanished everything. It happened so quick and we couldn’t understand the situation”. When it was over, I realized, was it a War? I was thinking it so, because at the end I was completely shocked and shivering when they opened their terminals on us. I was sitting on bed and thinking and texting on what’s app. And then I heard a headline “Five martyred in Handwara encounter”. Frankly, I don’t baffle that “I feel so bad and all” because I was at home completely chilling and enjoying the harmony with healing nature. But yeah it was really stressful news for sure because someone lost their son, someone lost their husband and someone lost their father. You are murmuring right now when you had read last few lines and It left a bad impression of mine.

At last I’ll end this by saying “Don’t offer condolence to the family” because they were martyred in war and they belong to Indian Army “they hate sympathy”.
-Deepak