Kargil Vijay Diwas. 25 years, man.
Sitting here, staring at my laptop, trying to give a shit about this quarter's numbers. But my mind's somewhere else today.
You know that guy in HR who's always on your case? Or that teammate who stole your idea in the last meeting? Feels like the end of the world sometimes, right?
Then I think about those soldiers in Kargil and every other frontier. Guys our age, probably dreaming about normal stuff - girlfriends, bikes, maybe a cool job. Instead, they're dodging bullets, watching their buddies fall, all for what? So we can sit here and argue over who gets the window seat in the office.
Makes our "problems" look like a joke, doesn't it?
Remember that time you lost sleep over your annual review? Those soldiers lost sleep wondering if they'd see another sunrise.
We stress about meeting targets. They had actual targets on their backs.
Not saying our issues aren't real. They are. But maybe, just maybe, we could cut each other some slack sometimes? That colleague who messed up your presentation - maybe they're dealing with shit we know nothing about.
To those brave souls who never made it back - I don't have the right words. "Thank you" feels hollow, but it's all I've got. Your sacrifice is the reason I can sit here, complain about my boss, and plan my next vacation.
To the families left behind - I can't even begin to imagine your pain. Hope you know that your loved ones' courage hasn't been forgotten.
And to those still bearing the scars, visible and invisible - you deserve way more than just one day of remembrance.
So yeah, next time I'm about to lose it over some office drama or a messed up Excel sheet, I'll try to remember this feeling. Try to be a bit kinder, a bit more patient.
Because at the end of the day, we're the lucky ones. We get to be here, doing our 9-to-5, planning our weekends. All thanks to those who put everything on the line.
Jai Hind. ๐ฎ๐ณ
Let's talk about this. What are you guys thinking today?