( WELL YOU ALL MIGHT HAVE HEARD A MARCOS DIED IN AN ENCOUNTER IN J&K . SO I JUST WANTED TO PUT LIGHT UPON THESE TRUE HEROES WHO LIVE AN DISGUISE LIFE FOR OUR SAFETY.)
MARCOS well a name unfamiliar to some masses and for some it strikes as marine commandos. Well there history is dated back to 1987, they were formulated as elite team to carry out maritime operations.
First they came into being when three navy officers were sent to train with navy seals and later british special forces and these three became the nucleus of Indian Marine Special Force(IMSF) and later it was changed into Marine Commando Force in 19991
I want to call them silent killer machines because their strength is closely guarded secret,however the sources say that their strength will be nearly 2000 ,which is divided into
10 groups of 200 people.which is divided into 3 ranges/region like mumbai, vizag and cochin. As far as training is concerned its more rigorous and best than the western counterparts and their weapons starts from 7.62mm assault rifle and the Sterling Mk.4 sub-machine gun, the QRS use AK-47 assault rifles and MP-5 sub-machine guns which are more suited to close-quarter engagements. Silenced pistols or crossbows with cyanide tipped, fibreglass arrows are used extensively for silent killing.
And in a short span itself their hardwork started to show the effect,the unit has gained a fearsome reputation among nervous terrorists and are variously referred to as the Dadiwali Fauj (Bearded Army) since MARCOS are the only non-Sikh personnel allowed to grow them, Jal Murgi (Water Hens) for the speed in which they assault from the water and Magarmach (Crocodiles) for their amphibious capability.
And some of their operations are
• October 1988, Operation Pawan: The IMSF saw action in SriLanka as part of the Indian Peace Keeping Force (IPKF) during Operation Pawan in 1987. The unit was attached to the 340th Independent Brigade whose task was amphibious missions. The IMSF provided beach reconnaissance for the amphibious landing. It also provided security patrols along the costal road west of Jaffna. On 21 October 1988, the IMSF conducted a successful raid against a coastal LTTE base. The IMSF also helped capture the Jaffna and Trincomalee harbors from the LTTE.
• November 1988, Operation Cactus: The IMSF took part in Operation Cactus in which Indian troops thwarted a coup attempt in the islands of Maldives. When the islands were liberated, a ship containing 46 mercenaries and 27 hostages (including the Maldivian Education Minister) escaped. The next day the ship was spotted by Indian maritime reconnaissance aircraft. IMSF operators fast-roped on the ship from helicopters and took control without any resistance.
• Ongoing: The MCF has also been very active in Kashmir as part of Counter-Terrorist efforts. Their main task is to control the infiltration of terrorists from Pakistan to Kashmir through Jhelum River and Wullar, a 65 sq. km freshwater lake. Clad in wet suits or BDUs and riding on inflatable raiding craft, they interdict arms supplies and fresh militants who are crossing over. Some MCF personnel have been seconded to army special forces units conducting CT operations in the area. MCF operators also operate similar to Israeli Mistaravim units by sporting beards and local dress, making them indistinguishable from the locals.
Because of these guys are only we feel secured but its really embarassing that we dont remember these great heroes until terror hits us .I am sure among those people who take the pain of reading it wont be even aware about operation pawan and cactus still we brag around saying we are patriots and all that( i am not saying you are not patriot but if you dont know about those thing upon which you should take pride what the hell man...)
I NEVER MEANT TO HURT ANYONES FEELING , I JUST TRIED TO GATHER YOUR THOUGHTS TOWARDS SOMETHING,WHICH IS OLD BUT STILL NEW TO SOME PEOPLE AS THEY WOULD FEEL.
JAIHIND
G W W
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
WHAT IS 'FAKE ENCOUNTER'?
Well nowadays we are hearing something called "FAKE ENCOUNTERS" .Actually can you tell me what is called an fake encounter?
An encounter is called fake just because only bad people are getting killed or is it because only cases and petitions are given when these bad people are killed.
Well i am not supporting those muderers who very often carry out the drama of encounter.Instead i am talking about those people like Mohan Chand Sharma, Vijay Salaskar ,Hemant karkarewho sacrificed their life for safety of the men
and nation and yet they are forgotten easily.
Well here there is no govt to blame ok.Here we should blame ourselves for showing the cheap side of us like in the jamia nagar
when people came out chanting anti police slogan instead praising those brave police officers
And even after the whole city paid tribute to MOHAN CHAND SHARMA(ACE SHOOTER DELHI POLICE LOST HIS LIFE ) there was case against the police saying that they didnt follow NHRC rules all that crap andatlast even court said nobody do a fake encounter to get killed,but still there is uneasiness in certain corners.
Guys wake up just because ONLY bad guys got killed doesn't mean that its an fake encounter.
i agree there are tainted cops but they are getting what they deserve one way or the other and my concern is not about calling an encounter fake or not , but its that there are people
to raise voice for those bad guys (accused or whatsoever) and even to protest ,but why isn't happening when an common man dies or even some small children are killed by these terrorist .
Just think about it, every coin has two sides and i am not saying to look into both side at least try to be on the right side..
jai hind
An encounter is called fake just because only bad people are getting killed or is it because only cases and petitions are given when these bad people are killed.
Well i am not supporting those muderers who very often carry out the drama of encounter.Instead i am talking about those people like Mohan Chand Sharma, Vijay Salaskar ,Hemant karkarewho sacrificed their life for safety of the men
and nation and yet they are forgotten easily.
Well here there is no govt to blame ok.Here we should blame ourselves for showing the cheap side of us like in the jamia nagar
when people came out chanting anti police slogan instead praising those brave police officers
And even after the whole city paid tribute to MOHAN CHAND SHARMA(ACE SHOOTER DELHI POLICE LOST HIS LIFE ) there was case against the police saying that they didnt follow NHRC rules all that crap andatlast even court said nobody do a fake encounter to get killed,but still there is uneasiness in certain corners.
Guys wake up just because ONLY bad guys got killed doesn't mean that its an fake encounter.
i agree there are tainted cops but they are getting what they deserve one way or the other and my concern is not about calling an encounter fake or not , but its that there are people
to raise voice for those bad guys (accused or whatsoever) and even to protest ,but why isn't happening when an common man dies or even some small children are killed by these terrorist .
Just think about it, every coin has two sides and i am not saying to look into both side at least try to be on the right side..
jai hind
Sunday, September 13, 2009
LINE OF FIRE
In my last post , i said i am going to share my experience with you guys, but now i feel there are better. things in life
Like spreading messages or even going deep down into the life of those people who sacrificed their life and family for something which we take for granted , OUR INDEPENDENCE AND FREEDOM .They are the true heroes lets not forget them.
This is a piece of message which i got from my Brother ,read it and please open your mind to
learn that there are great people living around you
A real story ...A conversation between a Soldier and Software Enggr in Shatabdi Train .... .....
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
centres 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 SubedarSushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 inKargil. 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...
....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 Subedar 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 the Param Vir Chakra,
the nation's highest military award.
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 "
JAIHIND
G.W.W
Like spreading messages or even going deep down into the life of those people who sacrificed their life and family for something which we take for granted , OUR INDEPENDENCE AND FREEDOM .They are the true heroes lets not forget them.
This is a piece of message which i got from my Brother ,read it and please open your mind to
learn that there are great people living around you
A real story ...A conversation between a Soldier and Software Enggr in Shatabdi Train .... .....
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
centres 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 SubedarSushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 inKargil. 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...
....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 Subedar 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 the Param Vir Chakra,
the nation's highest military award.
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 "
JAIHIND
G.W.W
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