Saturday, October 2, 2010

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna..

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 15; the fifteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

I was staring at all the blood and broken shreds of glass. I have never seen so much blood all at once. Panic, nausea and fear gripped me. What was I supposed to do? Run haywire like everyone around me? Stay there? Cry? Break down? Faint? To this day I cannot recall why that moment I was taken to that memory. That particular day


The sounds of vendors and distinct chatter startled me. I’m someone who doesn’t usually sleep during journeys. But this was a particularly long one and I had nothing better to do. Rubbing my groggy eyes, I woke up to see that the train had stopped at some place which I couldn’t identify. Half heartedly accepting the job at a construction site in some village at Jharkand, which would break my seven month stint of joblessness and more than that the daily dosage of scornful looks from the people who were family. I wanted to go someplace far off and this gave the right cue.

After splashing my face with water from the water bottle I had bought at the previous station I took a look outside at the station. It seemed there was some problem with the tracks a few kilometers ahead and the train would not leave until that was attended to. It was a beautiful weather. The clouds were like a little kid with a premonition that he wouldn’t be bought the toy he wished for, ready to cry, waiting for the perfect moment.

There was no beautiful girl in my compartment like I was taught by the numerous movies I saw through the years. One fantasy that never came true. I looked around the station, being an architect myself I found it hard to identify the pattern of construction. Nevertheless the view was breathtaking, similar to the ones you see in postcards from foreign countries. Tired of looking around, I tried to go back to sleep.

I heard voices right outside my window. Three men, must be strangers, were introducing themselves. Strange how people make friends in journeys like this. I have never been able to. May be because I don’t open up much. They were fellow passengers and remained just the same. I couldn’t help but listen to their conversation.

“Thanks so much bhai, my wife would become so worried even if I return an hour late. Can’t blame her. My area is full of extremists and I am equally scared to travel alone after dark” said one man to the other probably thanking him for a phone call.

“Is it always like this here? I have to report at 10 am tomorrow. With this problem I don’t think I will be able to”

“It’s the Government”, the third man joined in. “They take villages for granted. They hesitate to spend money like they’re spending it from their own pockets. Corrupt scoundrels”

“Very true bhai, electricity,water, everything is scarce over there. We have been living there for generations. The world outside is so different from what we call our world “

“ I’m from the south. Going on deputation. Mom and dad were so worried when I said Jharkand. Naxal problems and all that. But a job is a job. Its not like I’m in the army or something” He laughed saying that.

“Young men. You don’t fear anything. The country needs more of your kind”

“My grandfather was in the army bhai, 30th infantry division. Shot to death in the sepoy mutiny. My whole family is proud to say that we are in his lineage”

“Nothing like fighting for the country. People downsouth are brought up being nurtured by stories of bravery and sacrifice. Its hard to be like that today. Honesty, patriotism all these have lost values”

Silence followed.

“Terrorism plays upper hand. Its so sad to see things like that everyday on tv”

“I see things like that happening right in front of me once a week. Got used to it”

“Terrorists think they’re more patriotic. Sad part is that they kill in the name of religion while no religion preaches them to kill nor take up violence”

“God is watching everyone. I pray everyday to make people better by giving them brains to think. When’ll God open his eyes? Cannot see that happening anytime soon”

“There is Judgment for everyone. God waits at the Palace gates to decide who falls where. Those cruel beasts will rot in hell”

“Qayamat holds all answers bhai. It pains to see kids and women falling victims to these barbarians”

The whistle blew and the voices faded away as I drifted off to sleep.


The memory unfolded in front of me. I realized I was standing in the middle of a pile of rubble. Screaming mothers and weeping wives. People of all religion bathed in the same color devoid of all differences..

Least did I know what Shankar Iyer, Muhammed Haneef and Johnson would be thinking after watching this on tv the following afternoon.


Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai

Aye watan, Karta nahin kyun doosree kuch baat-cheet

Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai

Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar

Ab teri himmat ka charcha gair ki mehfil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

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  1. A nice story this is! It exists not only in India but I guess, it also exists anywhere in the world!

    Hmmm...last part I could only smile...not a word or two I could understand...i surmise that's a poem written in your language!

    All the best for BAT 15! :)

  2. Hmm! You have touched all the problems of India...
    The ending poem is super...


  3. Amity,Thanks so much for visiting.. and thats an indian patriotic verse All the best to you too:)

    Lost in thoughts,Thanks so much for visiting :) ATB

  4. I lovely story.. Wonderful written..and I too didn't understand the last part..

    With lots of luv wishing you good luck for BAT..

    Someone Is Special - My Country - My Love - My Promise

    --Someone Is Special--

  5. Awesome one... And btw nice template... touchwood :)

  6. Someone Is Special,Thanks so much for visiting :) all the best to you too

    Sti,:) touch'wood' literally :D

  7. Superb!!
    you have a writing style of your own and I simply love it :)
    keep writing and keep blogging.
    Good luck with the contest

  8. Thanks a million.. really means so much to me :)

  9. Interesting, man - nice and simple.

  10. Hey! I couldn understand that poem! Though i loved the story :)

  11. Thanks so much for visiting :) All the best to you too :)

  12. awesome as usual.....:) hats off.....:)

  13. Pretty Strong awords...well written..keep up the good work..

  14. Unfolding of the hideous issues of today in tiny discourses from the passengers is quite an impressive style of conveying messages.As a writer, this part is skilfully and flawlessly handled. A very realistic approach. All the best.

  15. Thanks so much cherry blossom,made my day :)

  16. Hi Vignesh, nice story and wonderful touch with the poetry used by Ram Prasad Bismil during our Freedom struggle. ATB.

    Vikas Khair - Station of my Dreams and Love

  17. Thanks so much Vikas,All the best to you too :)

  18. nice one.. the inter-relation was cool.. all d best

  19. gr8 story bro....keep goin...ATB!!!

  20. The manner in which you have rendered into words the most basic yet profound of human emotions and dalliances is surreal.
    And the verses at the end just provide a poetic tinge to the many unsaid yet heartily felt emotions.
    Great job !!

  21. Jayanta and Anonymous(whoever you are0 thanks so much for dropping by :)

  22. Brijender,Thanks so much for visiting.Happy that you have been regularly commenting for my BAT posts.Its people like you who make me write.Thanks once again :)

  23. For me the post was short and yet very descriptive, it's often hard to balance the two. You've done a fine job. The poem is one of my favorites so I enjoyed its apt inclusion.

  24. Hello Vignesh,

    Its nice to see someone attempting a post that is not just a mere fictional piece but a story that has a message therein. If reflects your sentiments towards the Country and the issues that cripple out nation.

    Nice attempt :) Keep blogging and ATB with BAT! :)

    Raksha Raman - Alston Station - A Life Relived

  25. Thanks for dropping by Raksha,truly this is the situation in our country.Glad that i could bring it up in my post :) Really glad you dropped by :)

  26. Hey nice post man... liked especially you dint delve too much unnecessarily into the gory details... lack of details is often scarier... less is more...
    atb for bat
    Lolland - The past is a different country

  27. Thanks so much for visiting Lolland :) All the best :)

  28. You depicted the picture in very nice way... different.

    All the best for BAT