When he was 8 he heard the stories about Lala Lajpat Rai and Bhagat Singh, read about Tanaji Malusare who gave his life to win a fort for his king, for his state. The lion sacrificed himself, he wanted to do the same. Wanted to die on his feet rather than living on his knees.
Was an average student from local school, pursued some form of sport activities never was able to tell his feelings to the girl he liked and convinced himself that you love only once and he already had the love of his country, his country.
Thinks he is not old enough to buy a beer but is old enough to die for his country. Likes listening to rock music and prefers the laugh of his friend and countrymen but weeps in private when he hears their cries.
Has trouble spelling thus finds writing a blog a difficult task but can field strip a rifle in 160 sec and reassemble it in less time. Does not know what Chomsky Walter Benjamin or Stuart hall said but is very sure of the ideologies of Chandrashekhar Azad or Tilak. Can’t communicate in the best possible manner but never does he fumble while explaining the nomenclature of a gun.
He can save, take or protect many lives because he was born to do that. Feels every note of Jana Gana Mana vibrate through his body while at rigid attention and a 45 degree angle between his feet while tempering the burning desire to smack those around him who haven’t bothered to stand, remove their hands from their pocket or even stop talking.
He is a kshtriya and feels that paying his debt by giving up his life for his motherland was in his blood and is the least he can do.