From a Forwarded message
Mr. Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. He was the project manager and still not
entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had
tried to reason
with the admin person, it was the savings in time. 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.
'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.' '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.
'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 accessing a single database, at a time concurrently;
data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in
designing and coding such a system?'
The man was awestuck; quite like a child at a planetarium. '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. 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.' '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 Tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive.' 'You are a...?'
'I am Subhedar 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 and 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 valour and duty was a daily part of
life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical
heroes. The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and
Subhedar 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 tricolour. 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 Param Vir Chakra, the nation's
highest military award, and after that as is known about this nation, all such
sacrifices of our soldiers are conveniently forgotten and that's the saddest
part.
Please live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn, winners
are .....
• too busy to be sad,
• too positive to be doubtful,
• too optimistic to be fearful
• and too determined to be defeated
• Self-trust is the first secret of success.
Mr. Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. He was the project manager and still not
entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had
tried to reason
with the admin person, it was the savings in time. 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.
'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.' '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.
'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 accessing a single database, at a time concurrently;
data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in
designing and coding such a system?'
The man was awestuck; quite like a child at a planetarium. '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. 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.' '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 Tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive.' 'You are a...?'
'I am Subhedar 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 and 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 valour and duty was a daily part of
life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical
heroes. The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and
Subhedar 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 tricolour. 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 Param Vir Chakra, the nation's
highest military award, and after that as is known about this nation, all such
sacrifices of our soldiers are conveniently forgotten and that's the saddest
part.
Please live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn, winners
are .....
• too busy to be sad,
• too positive to be doubtful,
• too optimistic to be fearful
• and too determined to be defeated
• Self-trust is the first secret of success.
JAI HIND!!
