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How Can a Man Die Better
Than Facing Fearful Odds
For Ashes of His Father
And Temple of His God
"Horatius" by Lord Thomas B. Macaulay
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For the Martyrs of Nuranang
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FACTS
The Sino–Indian war of 1962, in the battle of Nuranang,
Rifleman Jaswant Singh was awarded Maha Vir Chakra
(MVC) posthumously. The Commanding Officer Lt Col
B. M. Bhattacharjea was also awarded MVC. The other
gallantry awards were :-
2 Lt S N Tandon Vir Chakra
2 Lt V K Goswami Vir Chakra
Rifleman Gopal Singh Vir Charka
L/Nk Trilok Singh Vir Chakra
Rifleman Madan Singh Vir Chakra
The Fourth Battalion Garhwal Rifles was bestowed with
battle honour 'Nuranang'. The only battle honour
awarded to any unit in the Sino – Indian war of 1962 in
the NEFA sector.
A war memorial stands where the battle of
Nuranang was fought. The place is named after the
martyr. Jaswant Garh is located between Sela pass and
Tawang in Arunachal Pradesh. Locals and soldiers
posted in this region believe that the spirit of Jaswant
Singh still protects the frontiers. If a soldier sleeps on
duty in this land, the unseen hand of the guarding ghost
slaps him awake.
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“It is easy to fall in love,” Ronnie's Grandfather told
him, “yet difficult to understand.” He didn't say any
more, nor Ronnie understood what he meant, until the
day he came to this land. It took him exactly six years,
ten months and twelve days to return to these mountains.
A grave beatitude possessed him from top to toe as he
kept smiling to himself looking at the landscape from his
car. The leaves were alive, but turning into shades of
yellow and brown, preparing to drop from the lackluster
branches. These mountains had a wild promise of all the
mystery and beauty concealed in its belly. Frost lay on
trees and roofs, the empty streets preparing itself lazily
for another day.
He was reminded of something – an elusive
melody, fragrance of words, that he had heard long time
ago. To break a promise is to displease God. These
words he has been turning over in his mind, over and
over like a mantra he cannot forget, and that he would go
to any limit to keep his promise. He also knew he was
helpless, we all are in God's hands, and we must agree
that His ways are not as per our wish and desire. His
ways are mysterious ways.
Time had faded a lot of things, yet he had a strong
sense of deja vu as he walked with faded memories, and
the memories that remained with him were all memories
that were embedded deep in his soul. It was a sly
mnemonic which lit up a host of dim memories and
where all forgotten things reappear, a feeling within his
heart, something inexplicable which made him cross all
boundaries, a longing deep within some untrodden
corner of his heart, which yearned to do something one
may never expect. Memories - like seeds, that had been
buried deep in the soil long ago, and now, stirred to life
with the melting of snow. Memories - becoming living
experience once again. Ronnie looked above trying to
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find some clue. Pack of clouds floating on air, through
the gorges and silent chasms were symbolic of some
mystery still trying to reveal itself.
A lot of stories die an unknown death, because there
is no one to tell them. They are known only by the land
and trees that bore witness. Such was the resonant fable
of Sela and Nura and Ronnie's own story, which was
nothing less than a great fairytale – a story which began
six years ten months ago.
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One : Ronnie
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In April was a boy born so dear,
and they named him Run Bear.
He fell in love when six plus June,
to break his heart a bit too soon.
He's plum as pumpkin and sweet as honey,
No tongue twisters - we'll call him Ronnie.
- A Yankee Rhyme.
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Everything that I would need for my tour was displayed
neatly on the bed. The items went one by one in the big
black rucksack. Shaving kit, couple of pullovers, a
hooded jacket, a few pair of undergarments and socks, a
pair of jeans, four T-shirts, a couple of snickers, track-
suit, cargo pant, sleeping-bag and slippers. The
important stuff was carefully arranged into my backpack
– a copper jar containing my Grandfather's ashes was the
first to go in, then was my laptop and phone charger
followed by wallet, headphone and a baseball cap. Last
to go in were two bottles of vodka in the rucksack and a
few miniature bottles in the backpack saved for the flight
from the hotel room.
I never accepted the fact, but the truth is that I am
dipsomaniac, if not an absolute one, then surely on the
path of becoming one. Mornings were always hopeful,
clear and bright, but the dark dreary nights were
dreadful, worrisome which made me restless. Every
morning would begin with a promise to abstain myself
from alcohol and every evening would end breaking it.
My life is a barren and lonely one, and only alcohol
seems to give me the companionship and strength to
cope up with my solitude particularly in the hours of
darkness. Of late, my life had been so full of agony and
despair which had grown with my advancing days –
what was left with me was nothing except the loneliness
of my life.
The remaining stuff was dumped aside, they had no
part during the course of my visit, and my parents were
instructed to carry the rest of my belongings to the U.S.
with them. As I tied the knot on the rucksack, my Ray-
ban aviator and my kinetic Rado watch caught my eye.
They were a gift from my girlfriend Alicia. A gift to
remind me of her, a token of remembrance, a gift of
love! It was beyond doubt that I was deeply enamored of
this beautiful creature who once upon a time loved me.
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I never had a watch, never bought one, since I never
had faith in watches. Undoubtedly an incorrigible
misleading instrument! To elaborate this point, I must
explain that I have believed, and will always believe in
the three invisible forces that I presume to exist amongst
all non existent things. Everything in this world is a lie, a
myth which fades away sooner or later. So, the first
force is the ultimate truth – Death. Death conquers all,
rich and the poor; pope and the pauper. The second force
is – Love. It has the power to cross every hurdle of life,
and at times can even embrace upon death. A Love story
– told again and again. Romeo's bleeding for their
Juliet's since time immemorial, the faces change, time
change, but love remains unmoved. The last of them is –
Time. Time can make you, and time can break you.
There is a time for everything in life. There is a time to
live, there is a time to die. A time to love and a time to
hate. Therefore, I have the liberty to say that a watch is
nothing more than a misleading instrument. Watches
never change your time, it only reminds you of the futile
passing moments, this counterfeit instrument vouches to
tell you time, but it will never tell your time.
I don't even wear sunglasses. They are just
fashionable accessories to hide your eyes. Eyes are the
window of your soul which reflects the truth in you. I
believe, those who have something to hide wear shades.
Even though when I had never worn these gifted
accessories, they were priceless for me. Strange are the
ways of love, even the things lacking emotions are
precarious to stir some string of passion in you.
Alicia, oh! What a girl she was! The sensible and
reasonable girl who had moved on from our relationship,
but this innate frivolous heart was still stuck on her. You
know it, heart attacks are known to be rarer among
women than men. I still love you Alicia, I said to myself
as I packed the watch and Ray-ban in my backpack. I
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was searching for the answer to the question: How
should I live without Alicia. Alcohol could be a
temporary substitute but how long? I have tried to
convince myself not to regret all that has been left
behind, for I surely have a ray of light within me that I
am destined to a better fate, only if I learn to cope up
with my failures as lessons than defeat. Even though
when my heart knew the answer very well, yet it was a
matter of moment when I would accept it. Yes! I was
waiting for the time to come.
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At the Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi, I
was held back at the security check. The security
personnel had discovered three miniature vodka bottles
in my backpack. I knew this was to happen and rather I
was prepared for it, yet I took my chances hoping that I
would sail through the security check.
“Sir you are not allowed to carry liquor inside the
aircraft, consumption of liquor in domestic flights is
prohibited.” Instructed the dusky aviation security man
in a husky voice.
“Never mind.” I said taking the bottles from him,
and without thinking too much I opened them one by
one and gulped it in one go. The man looked at me
amazed. Carrying liquor in bottles may be prohibited,
but carrying them inside my belly was permitted. I
always preferred vodka, it was cheap, colourless, easy to
camouflage while drinking, and gave a kick in minutes.
Vodka brought some solace to my tensed senses. The
confinement of aircraft's cabin always made me restless.
Having gone through all the rigmarole of airport
security, I had some time at my disposal at the waiting
lounge of the airport, so I tried to figure out the best
route to Jaswant Garh. I find Arunachal Pradesh to be a
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state in the lap of Himalayas in extreme North East
region of India bordering China, Bhutan and Myanmar.
This flight would take me to Guwahati, from where I
would travel by road to Tezpur - Tenga valley – Bomdila
- Senge and Sela pass. Although I was unable to light on
to exact location of Jaswant Garh, but I could make out
that somewhere between Sela pass and Tawang was
Jaswant Garh.
“Good Morning Passengers. This is boarding
announcenent for Air India flight AI 890 to Guwahati.
All passengers are requested to proceed to gate number
19 for boarding and keep their boarding pass and
identification ready. Thank you.”
The announcement was an indication to queue up.
Gathering my belongings, I checked my boarding pass
and passport and headed towards the gate, ready to board
the flight.
Travellers are always an enthusiastic lot, full of
energy, bright smiling faces and fashionable outfits. It is
always a delight to watch travellers. But in India they are
a bit different, they are gastronomes. They don't mind
any inconvenience as long as they have something to eat.
I too don't mind what people ate or drank, but the plump
dark man in my neighbouring seat was of concern, he
was continuously munching like a cow, and his
ruminating voice was so infectious that it made me
hungry without an appetite. Perforce I had to order a
meal for which I paid twice the amount I would have
paid at the airport. It was a three hour flight to
Guwahati, so after a quick bite, I nudged my seat back
closing my eyes on the man who was still ruminating on
his cud ecstatically.
I began to think about Grandpa and the days I had
spent with him. Those were magical days, days of my
childhood and boyhood. Days without an iota of worry,
my carefree days spent in Mussoorie. I don't have any
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distinct memories of my Grandmother. She died when I
was four, so all my childhood memories are associated
with Grandpa. His cottage was our usual picnic spot for
annual vacations. Long summer Indian vacations where
we would spend our days trekking across the Garhwal
hills, rafting in the Ganges and para-gliding in the Doon
valley. „Come on son! Your veins have a soldier's blood
in them, and soldiers are never tired,‟ Grandpa would
say to encourage me. He would carry me on his back
across the steep slopes, teaching me the art of survival
and techniques to live off the land. He had served in the
army for thirty-two years, and all his ways and his
stories were sprinkled with tales of valiant soldiers.
Since childhood I was a careless diffident boy, or at
least this was how my mother always puts it across to all
her relatives and associates. Born and brought up in Los
Angeles, USA, I am neither fully Indian, nor American –
a paradoxical grandchild of an Indian soldier who had a
delusion, that one day he would see me in the olive
green uniform. Part of the lore about my grandfather had
to do with how much he'd wanted me to join the Indian
Army. This passion seeped into his mind when my father
refused to join the army, and he made a choice to study
engineering. My father completed his engineering from a
reputed institute in India, got a job in the U.S., he
applied for green card and settled there permanently. My
mother is a typical Yankee from New England who was
my father's colleague. They had a perfect love story -
they met, fell in love, and suffered social martyrdom to
suit connubial existence. In simple terms, they married
and lived together happily ever after.
I was born and reared in the U.S., so even if I
wanted to keep my grandfather's legacy alive, I could
not, because I am a citizen of the U.S. The only
association I have with India was my visit once in a few
years with my parents during vacations. Having lived in
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the U.S. all my life, I understand USA more than India. I
don't know much about Mahatma Gandhi, but I can
definitely tell you a thing or two about Kennedy and
Lincoln. I don't comprehend stories of India‟s freedom
struggle, but I do understand stories of the Vietnam war,
or the era of great depression, a major economic collapse
from 1929 to 1940. I do not feel the patriotism my
grandfather felt, I don't even know how India looks, just
some faded memories of my childhood.
My grandfather was the one who gave me my name
– Ranbir. It was not just another Indianised name, but it
was a warrior‟s name; if only my maternal grandparents
knew what it meant, or how to pronounce it. Run beer,
Run bear, Rum bear, everyone used different versions of
my name, Run was acceptable but beer and bear were
intolerable. For my Latino friends, I was Romero.
Finally, we all agreed on Ronnie. Easy to spell and
pronounce, it suited everyone, especially the Yankee's.
That's how my name Ronnie held its place, and was to
continue to hold its place forever.
I am a twenty-five year old writer, or rather a
struggling writer with only one published work which
barely survived at the stands, and three rejected
manuscripts. I was constantly advised to write for the
love of writing, and not to make money. People always
had propensity for lengthy discussion about authors who
pay to publish and then work at coffee shops to pay their
rent. I was one of them, but above reproach. I know one
fine day people will love my stories.
It is always beautiful to be in love. The sweetest
story ever told - and the tritest. I always wanted to be in
love, and love someone the way my parents love each
other. Every time I fell for someone, they would
abandon me for one thing or the other, else destiny
would separate our ways. Anyway you look at it, my
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heart was made to be broken, but the girls who broke my
heart were really special, at least a few of them!
The first girl in my life was Nikita Kornikiva, she
was the girl next door, her skin, white as milk and eyes
blue as the oceans. I was in class five, a bit early in life
to fall in love, but I stumbled. The only affair we had
was exchange of a smile, waving of hands and sharing a
piece of chocolate whenever we met. Then one day I saw
her moving out of her house in a yellow Volkswagen
beetle, a large truck with furniture and household goods
followed the yellow car. That was the last time I saw
her, I was told that they have gone back to Moscow.
After Nikita left I had decided, ineptly, that everything
was over for me, if ever in my life I had a void made in
my heart, I had one made that day. First time I was sad,
very sad.
Life dragged on between school and home until I
reached high school where I saw Maria Lopez. I was
smitten by that Latin angel's black hair and an alluring
body, the low neckline of her bodice emphasised her
plump, voluptuous figure. She was too charming and all
to be snotty, a wild beauty who could easily evoke
sexual vice in a man with her slender waist and weighty
breasts. I tried to inspire the poet in me to describe her,
but all that came out was aphrodisia. I always believed
without a reason to believe, that she loved me until the
bitter truth dazed me that she was never interested in me.
It was not the end, and there were other girls too with
whom I had faint affairs, and as obscurely as they had
begun, the affairs were over. All these girls were a little
vain and prosy about me like my stories, I too, fail to
remember those girls, probably they were bad enough to
be forgotten.
Finally came Alicia, my true love, queen of my dreams
and we had a steady relationship for two years. Time
and again my flimsy heart would shatter for any
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