Sitting on a hard
wooden bench, sipping hot sweet tea with the Maratha Regiment, in the back of
beyond remote area of Arunachal Pradesh, we exchange stories of our lives. One
a soldier, another a com patriot. Listening to the heartbreak of their stories of
losing their brethren to terrorism. The fear of their families when they don't
hear from them in a week's time. Anything can happen. It's just the question of
a bullet. 
Today when the
world bereaves the death of these innocent children, I cannot help but wonder
about the phrase, you reap what you sow. 
The fathers of
these children have stood by and let their fellowmen cross their borders and
enter into our country to kill our brothers, our children, our soldiers. Would
an Indian army soldier ever open its borders to send terrorists to enter into
any of our neighbouring countries to create death and destruction.
These Pakistan army
officers now know what it feels to see a coffin wrapped in the national
flag.... Just like our brave mothers and wives, who have seen their sons,
brothers, husbands leave home, only to return as a body.
In Uri, we lost our
family, our soldiers for our democracy. Like we do everyday, be it a attack on
our parliament or our Taj hotel or our gallis in Lucknow, Badlapur or Guwahati.
For the sake of
humanity, for the sake of our future, give up the bullet. It only hurts one and
all, someday or the other.
