The
camaraderie is always the most evident in Defence Forces. So has been the case
with our Army Course SS 34, passed out from the portals of the training academy
on 26 Aug 1982. We all trained together, ate together, crawled out the OG rut
together, suffered together and then cursed the training staff together while
at the same time taking liberties with one another to the extent unimaginable
in any other organization. That, then, is the beauty of Army. We were all equal,
though all had come from different locations all across the country and were
drawn from much varied backgrounds. Nothing mattered but. All that mattered was
that we were together, just one, through thick and thin. It is no wonder that
the bonding under such circumstances is the strongest. As Napoleon once said, “There are only two forces that unite men – fear and interest." We
had both the factors going for us – fear of our instructors and common interest
of wriggling out of the vice like grip of instructors and their training
doctrine. Instructors, all of them, seemed like stone faced guillotine
operators to us. And then after what seemed like an age, the day came when we
were unshackled, commissioned into different units and despatched to hundreds
of different locations to serve.
I wonder at times that even after over
31 years of leaving the training academy, what keeps us together like a well
knit team, a close knit family rather. Perhaps we would never know. I think
what sums up the reason for this unity is the punch line flashed across the advertisement
targetted at attracting youth to the profession of arms – “Do you have it in you?" Yes, to be a soldier you have to have it in you. Not everyone has that
substance and not everyone has the gumption to make a good soldier. Only a soldier,
whichever Army he might belong to, can understand what exactly is that "it". No one else does.
One of such tough, brilliant but
golden heart veteran was our very own Satinder Pal Singh Raheja. Commissioned
into the ASSAM Regiment, he literally lived and displayed his Regiment’s salutation
“Tagra Raho“. As a matter of fact he almost wore it on his sleeve. Always
cheerful, always happy to help and always a treat to meet and talk to. There
never was a time when Satinder was down. His infectious smile lifted morale of
his friends who were stressed out or feeling low. This is one quality almost
all of us wish to have but unfortunately very few actually have. He was blessed
in that sense. After our basic training, I had the opportunity to undergo Young
Officers‘ Course (Infantry) at Belgaum with him again. And then we both did a
stint together in the Northern Sector and met on some more occasions. Satinder
was always the same; level headed, cool and fully resolved.
We all plan to grow old together, well
connected and networked to the maximum extent possible. However, we were struck
with tragedy and Satinder was snatched away by destiny from amidst us on 08 Dec
2013. He died due to Pancreatic Cancer. We take solace in the fact that
whatever life Satinder lived, he lived like a real man. The tragedy of life is not death but
what we let die inside of us while we live. He did not allow that to happen to
him. He was a strong man. He still lives; in our hearts and in this world. To
make up for my failure to descibe the situation aptly, I will have to borrow
these beautiful verses:
“Do not stand at my grave
and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that
blow, I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of
rain, I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush, I
am in the graceful rush.
Of beautiful birds in
circling flight, I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that
bloom, I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and
cry, I am not there, I did not die.“
We, the very fortunate Course, have
the satisfaction of having known a good soldier and a wonderful human being in
Satinder. We pay our heartfelt tributes to him and pray the Power above to
grant him eternal peace and give strength to his graceful wife and two beautiful
children to accept the destiny and live as strongly as Satinder did.
“Gham-e-hasti (life/existence)
ka 'Asad' kis se ho juz (other than) marg (death) ilaaj,
Shama har rang mein jalti hai
sahar hone tak.“
Asadullah Khan Mirza Ghalib
(Life is all suffering, Asad. Its cure
is only death,
The candle burns in many colours till the morning comes.)