Champca with Aanchal

At the end, we all are stories

Amidst the fast pace life, I don’t know when I got lost in the crowd. I started to live a monotonous routine and accepted a retirement plan. As I got occupied with work on weekdays, I dedicated my weekends to Netflix. Recently, I went to the Champca bookstore for an event. The event changed my perspective on life. There were readers of all ages, and occupations, joined by a common interest and love for books. It was a book post-launch event where Champca’s book curator Thejaswi Shivanandindulged in conversation with the famous author Aanchal Malhotra. While everyone waited eagerly for the event to start, Aanchal kept her eyes on the pouring crowd. She was trying to engage with the crowd with her eyes. There was a moment when my eyes met her eyes, as I tried to catch a glimpse of her from the backbench. Our eyes met and she smiled at me. I lost my heart there. I was in complete awe that being a sensation in the literary community, she was an epitome of humility. Aanchal has authored two books straight from the country’s border lines and neighbouring countries such as Pakistan and Bangladesh. She continued talking about the book and her experiences drafting the stories for her second book. I was mesmerized while she continued reading paragraphs from her book. It was an hour-long event and we never realized how the time passed with Aanchal reading and discussing about the partition stories.

Being at the event, I felt connected to my soul. You encounter readers with similar reading habits and struggles. I think I felt more alive being there at Champca surrounded by strangers holding books and tote bags.

Gateway to Heaven
Champca’s book curator Thejaswi Shivanand in conversation with the author Aanchal Malhotra
Author-signed copy

Being a judge at CMRIT felt like

Life has been busy and overwhelming with the passing-by six months of the year. I cannot believe it’s the 7th month, and I am still processing magic moments from February. I hope to attain new heights and cherish every moment. At the end of this year, I want to be a wise person.
Last month, I was invited to a college to be a judge for their literature club event. I doubted my literature skills, and then my brother boosted my confidence. I interacted with a couple of coordinators a week before the event. The morning I had to be there at the event was nerve-wracking. I was sweating profusely; after all, I was returning to college after ages. Being at a college fest among faculty members and hundreds of students made me nervous. The coordinators kept guiding me through the competition. Though when I asked to be on the stage, I took a step back and swallowed a lump in my throat. I was at the podium, where one of the teachers facilitated me with a token of gratitude. In my introduction, I mentioned that I was a full-time consultant with a co-authored book as a badge of honor. I could see the students and faculty members clapping hard. I had a tear in my eyes as unknown faces cheered and applauded my achievement. I interacted with many students and enjoyed being part of the event. When the event was over, many students turned to me and questioned me about being an author. I have never felt like a celebrity, and this was my chance to feel like one. I smiled ear to ear that day. All I had was gratitude in my heart. There are experiences in life that shape you as an individual. I will cherish this event closer to my heart.

Day 189 of 365

My co-passenger reminded me of my two adorable honeybuns living miles apart

Recently, I was traveling from Bengaluru to New Delhi and I couldn’t ignore the rush of emotions I felt during my journey on a 2.5-hour flight. I usually take an aisle or window seat when traveling alone for the comfort of my sleep. I saw a cute little kid sitting on my window seat. His mom quickly pulled him away from my seat. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to doze off to sleep with a kid besides. While the airplane taxied on the runway, the curiosity of my co-passenger rose. I took the kid on my lap and continued being a kid. Our cute conversation about the sky and airplanes was interrupted by the air hostess. I have never had a cute co-passenger in all the 100 flights I have boarded in a lifetime. He reminded me of my nephews who live miles away on another continent. We flew and the kid dozed off to sleep and so did I. I haven’t seen a parent so patient with a kid on a journey. I continued my sleepy conversation with his mother and she was the most soft-spoken lady I had ever met. Our aircraft took ages to reach the standpoint at the Delhi Airport. I spent another 15-20 minutes with the kid. While deboarding the plane, the kid offered me to join him in attending his mama’s wedding. Well, I laughed at this cuteness. We waited for our luggage to arrive at the belt and the kid spotted me again. He continued waving at me. My eyes wailed up a little.

People have judged me for being straightforward. My friends have poured that I am a problematic person, in their terminology goes ‘I am an ass.’ The journey of 2.5 hours impressed a kid and that was my achievement for this week. I haven’t been able to turn into a fun aunt yet, all thanks to the pandemic. But, the incident made me believe that my nephews living in the estates would love me. I can be a loveable person and I must not self-doubt on my ability to be a mother or even to show motherly love to kids around. I felt accomplished with an extraordinary experience. I smiled ear-to-ear when I made my way to the exit gate of the Delhi Airport. Hey Delhi! Be good to me!

The Tiger of Drass: Anuj Nayyar, 23, Kargil Hero

“A soldier is a soldier even when he sleeps”

Blurb: In May 1999, the Kargil insurgency was still being viewed as a routine affair. No one quite understood the magnitude of the situation. However, it soon emerged that infiltrators had captured high-altitude posts vacated by Indian soldiers during the winter months and thus had a tactical upper hand, while the Indian Army struggled with intelligence.

For the next month or so, Capt. Anuj Nayyar and the men of 17 Jat went on various reconnaissance missions in the boulder-strewn Drass sector where enemy troops had set up base. They fought relentlessly in a gruesome battle for two nights in July, before securing the peak that was critical to the success of Operation Vijay and India’s victory in Kargil. Amid heavy artillery and mortar fire, they destroyed four enemy bunkers and neutralized tens of infiltrators in close combat. During the attack on the fourth bunker, the twenty-three-year-old captain was hit by an enemy rocket-propelled grenade, dying instantly but saving the lives of fifteen men in the process, who eventually finished the mission and hoisted the Indian flag on the peak.

For motivating his command by personal example and going beyond the call of duty, Capt. Anuj Nayyar was awarded India’s second-highest gallantry award, the Maha Vir Chakra, in 2000.

Review: There are many books written on the Kargil War and Kargil War Heroes. But a book brought together by a Kargil War Hero’s mother is rare. Many of us were kids when the Kargil War happened, and we don’t hold a memory of the situation in the country. Being an avid reader, I read books on the war and learned about Armed Forces. I haven’t had anyone from my family who has been on the borders. Reading a book about Captain Anuj Nayyar brings back the war scenario live. I believe that books written on legends don’t need a reviewer. These books on ‘Kargil War’ are masterpieces for generations to come. This book would bring smiles, tears, and sorrow together to every reader. No one can imagine the plight of a Martyr’s family.

‘The Beginning’ describes the Nayyar household, which is cute – ‘Ghar Meena ka’. ‘Mani is always right’ All three male members of this Janakpuri household followed this like gospel.

As the chapters run by, there is an aspiring young man turning into a soldier. The book has letters, excerpts, and real-time reactions inked. I have read a couple of books on the Kargil War, yet I feel angry about how the soldiers were treated. I couldn’t hold my tears while I read about Capt. Anuj Nayyar’s last journey. A loss that felt so personal. A 23-year-old Captain was martyred to protect the pride and honor of the country. A family lost their son and a woman lost her partner for us, for our future. The letters and testimonials left me numb. In these pages, you would see soldiers teary-eyed for their comrades fighting an unconventional war. The next war was of course fighting within for their loss. ‘The Second War’ brought the struggle of Nayyar’s family fighting the memories, mourning their loss, and troubles the government brought. I believe that no one ever stops grieving the loss of their loved one, we learn to live with it buried in the corner of our hearts. It’s a matter of coincidence that I finished reading this book, a day prior when Capt. Anuj Nayyar attained martyrdom. I would like to recommend this book to every Indian and not just the reading community. ‘Know your Heroes’

“I told him to go deep into their hearts and minds so that no other Indian soldier dies for their cowardly attacks from hidden positions.” ~Brig. Bawa

“I’m not that irresponsible to come home without a fight. I am not that person who would come back without winning this war, it’s not what you’ve taught me” ~ Capt. Anuj Nayyar (MVC)

Lines from the book that stayed with me:

“It’s rare for a soldier to show emotions. But when he does it, it adds to his character”

“A strong mind was more important than physical endurance”

“A soldier is a soldier even when he sleeps”

“A soldier wears many caps”