Please
take time to read this. This is a real story. This is an actual
conversation between a passenger and a Software Engineer in Shatabdi Train.
Vivek
Pradhan was not a happy man... Even the plush comfort of the Air-conditioned
compartment of the Shatabdi express could not soothe his frayed nerves. Though
he was the Project Manager, he was not entitled to Air travel. He had tried to
reason with the administration department saying that it was not the prestige
he sought; it was the savings in time. As a Project Manager, he had so many
things to do!
He opened his case and took out the laptop,
determined to put the time to some good use.
'Are
you from the software industry sir,' the man beside him was staring
appreciatively at the laptop.
Vivek
glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with
exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
'You
people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything
is getting computerized’.
''Thanks,' smiled Vivek, turning around to
give the man a look.
He
always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and robustly
built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that
little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a
railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.
'You
people always amaze me,' the man continued, 'you sit in an office and write
something on a computer and it does so many big things outside.'
Vivek
smiled deprecatingly. Naiveness demanded reasoning not anger. 'It is not as
simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines.
There is a lot of process that goes behind it.'
For
a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Life cycle
but restrained himself to a single statement.
'It
is complex, very complex.'
'It
has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid,' came the reply.
This
was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his
so far affable, persuasive tone.
'Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the
amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of
hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our
brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe
me that is no less taxing.'
He could see, he had the man where he wanted,
and it was time to drive home the point.
'Let
me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system
is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any
of the hundreds of computerized booking centers across the country. Thousands
of transactions are accessing a single database, at one time concurrently; it
needs data integrity, locking, and data security. Do you understand the
complexity in designing and coding such a system?'
The
man was awestruck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big
and beyond his imagination. 'You design and code such things.'
'I used to,' Vivek paused for effect, 'but now
I am the Project Manager.'
'Oh!'
sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, 'so your life is easy now.'
This was like the last straw for Vivek. He
retorted, 'Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder.
Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier
part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is
far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time, and with the
highest quality'. He continued, 'To tell you about the pressures, there is the
customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other
wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it
yesterday.' Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with
Self-realization. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged
man, it was the truth. And, one need not get angry while defending the truth.
My friend,' he concluded triumphantly, 'you
don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire'. The man sat back in his
chair, his eyes closed as if in realization.
When he spoke after sometime, it was with a
calm certainty that surprised Vivek.
'I know sir, ..... I know what it is to be in
the Line of Fire,' he was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train
existed, just a vast expanse of time.
'There
were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the
night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next
bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally
hoisted the tri-color at the top only 4 of us were alive.
'You
are a...?'
'I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K
Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term
and can opt for a soft assignment. But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just
because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues
lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a
bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But, my captain
sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself’.
‘He
said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the
safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of
the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every
time.'
'He
was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker.
Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those
bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir....I know, what it is to
be in the Line of Fire.'
Vivek
looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched
off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in
the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; valor
and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epic heroes.
The
train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up
his bags to alight.
'It
was nice meeting you sir. 'Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand... had
climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tri-color. Suddenly, as
if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an
impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS
: The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life
incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to
save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and
various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra, the
nation's highest military award.
Live
humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn! EVERYONE U MEETE U MEET
IS FIGHTING A HARD BATTLE!
Images
from: indianmilitaryquotes.com, bharat-rakshak.com, indiainspired.quora.com, Wikipedia
For
further reading: http://indiainspired.quora.com/The-Supreme-Sacrifice-of-a-Kargil-Hero-Captain-Vikram-Batra. The last screen shot is from this web site.
