Sunday, May 31, 2020

The story of Birba...

The man who was awarded twice, on Republic Day, including the highest gallantry award but is still unknown.

Bir Bahadur Gurung was a young well built lad not yet into his teens. He lived with his family on the banks of the Brahmaputra in Upper Assam, in a thatched roof hut. He was fondly called Birba by his family and friends. Needless to say, Birba was a strong swimmer. He also climbed nearby hills with the agility and sure footedness of a mountain goat.

One day Birba and his friends were lounging on the banks of the river. Birba saw a passenger ferry sail down stream which in Birba's own words seemed to be "walking like a drunken man".

Birba barked a few instructions to his friends to get ropes and jumped into the water. For the next hour or so Birba was in water, saving as many as he could from the ferry, that had now capsized. He came out of the water only after after the Army rescue teams arrived.

For his act of exceptional bravery, Birba received the President's Bravery Award given to children on Republic Day.....On R-Day, he rode the back of an elephant down Rajpath, waving excitedly to the cheering crowds.

Fourteen years later, Lance Naik Bir Bahadur Gurung and his team of crack commandos scaled a vertical cliff all through the night to catch the enemy by surprise at dawn. During the firefight Birba was mortally injured, but he continued to fight on and breathed his last only after the enemy had been eliminated and the Tricolour fluttered atop the peak. The detailed planning and flawless execution of the capture of "Peak Tololing" during the Kargil war is the stuff that legends are made of.

Cadets in military academies around the world study this military operation in great detail. Many cadets have submitted dissertations on Birba as a part of their study program. "The Life and Times Of Birba" is a lesson that eighth grade children learn in schools across Canada - as a part of their English Language curriculum.

Once again Birba's name was called on Republic Day. His widow walked up to the President to receive the Param Vir Chakra.

Back home in Upper Assam, an approximately forty year old woman blows through a pipe to revive the dying embers of the fire in the "chullah". She lives in a thatched roof hut along with her aged in laws and an old aunt. The arresting feature of the hut is a framed colour photograph of Birba with two medals garlanding it. The woman keeps her body and soul together by working as a domestic help in a few houses in the nearby Oil town. All this whilst pot bellied men with oily smiles zoom around town in their latest SUVs.

Fortunately, Birba's only son now a teenager has been picked up by Birba's old regiment, the Assam Regiment, where he is now a recruit.

My friends, this is the story of a genuinely great Indian. Unfortunately, he will never be even a footnote in our history books though many other "genuinely great Indians" like numerous scam tainted will be talked of for years to come. There will never be a Birba Road or a Birba statue in the middle of a "Chow rasta". Such privileges are for people who sell their souls and our motherland to the highest bidder.



Tailpiece.

Had got up at 6, even though it was a Sunday, the chores and was ready by a half past 9. It was Lekha's birthday as per the English calendar and I presented her with a couple of miniature Ganesh statuettes. It was a quiet day with us quietly getting ready for an early morning exit. There's gonna be rain as the south west monsoon has set in. Hope the water doesn't bother our smooth drive. 

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