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SHAHEED Rifleman Yogendra Singh |
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"I'm going home soon" He
did. But in a coffin, escorted by mate Joginder to his
village in Johragaon, near Aligarh. He died while
stalking militants in Kupwara forests. Yogendra was to get married this June 30. All his mother
could say as she clutched her son's coffin was: "Tu
to baraat la raha tha. Yeh teri baraat hai?" (You
were going to bring a baraat. Is this it). An aggrieved
grandfather stroked his hair fondly, saying: "Arre,
mera bahadur bachcha." Father Niranjan Singh is
heartbroken, as are his three sisters and a brother.
Yogendra was their lifeline. But he was also the brave
son of a brave mother, who'd written to his mentor
saying: "Tell mother, I'm going to observe the
dharma of a kshatriya." Rifleman Yogendra Singh, 23, of Rajputana
Rifles was looking forward to coming home. It had been a
long journey. From grinding poverty, from that kutcha
brick house in Johragaon near Aligarh in Uttar Pradesh to
the proud certitude of this uniformed self- assuredness
in Kargil. Now there was much to look forward to: a
future, a bride this June 30 when he would return home to
the admiring gaze of his peers. To marry in style, build
that pucca house... That June 7 morning at Kupwara he
walked up to fellow rifleman and village neighbour
Joginder Singh-"Tell me if you want to send anything
home. I'm going soon." Next day, at 3.30 am,
Joginder and he were part of a patrol stalking militants
in the Kupwara forests. The early morning calm was
shattered by a hail of machine-gun fire. Joginder saw
Yogendra eerily lit up by the muzzle flashes, spin and
fall. He took seven bullets in his chest and side even as
he fired back at the flash. By the time they brought him
down the mountain, he was dead. So was his future. And
the hopes of a desperately poor family whose sole moral
and financial anchor he'd been over the last two years.
June 10. En route to Aligarh, Joginder, escorting
Yogendra on his last journey home, is numb, dazed.
"He wanted to carry something for me. Now I'm
carrying him home...," he trails off. |
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