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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

They fought to the last man for India

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Date:- 18 November , 2008

India may have lost the 1962 war with China, but it was not completely a saga of defeat. Hamstrung by an indecisive leadership and poor military equipment, the Indian army put up a valiant resistance along the McMahon Line. It is another matter the political leadership of the day did not back them.

One such spot where our soldiers fought back, and repelled, the Chinese incursions was at Razang La near Chushul, in the Himalayan heights. On November 18, 1962, 114 soldiers of the 13th Kumaon fought till the last man, and last bullet, in sub-zero temperatures, to beat back the huge Chinese army. A grateful nation acknowledged their valour by posthumously conferring the Param Vir Chakra on Major Shaitan Singh.

Forty-six years later to the day, Tarun Vijay undertook an emotional journey to Chushul and Razang La, site of a memorial to commemorate the brave souls who died so we may live in peace and security, to file this audio report.

'Sir, a national crisis has been created as a result of the Chinese attack on the northern border. China has expansionist designs, it has set its eyes like a vulture on 48,000 square miles of land belonging to India.

'On August 25, 1959, while speaking on the Kerala debates the prime minister (Jawaharlal Nehru) had stated that India would not remain India if per chance it becomes Communist. The same thing applies to China as well. The defence minister (V K Krishna Menon) has a doubtful past and his present conduct is dubious. He has Communist leanings. In his message on the Territorial Army Day he said that India should not keep a large army because keeping a large army was not compatible with our morality.'
-- Atal Bihari Vajpayee in the Lok Sabha, December 22, 1959

The ironies of history take strange shapes. In 1962, Nehru didn't listen to the warnings of the erstwhile Jana Sangh, believed 'the Chinese can never attack us' and lost face and land both to his 'bhai'-like friends. Then the government arrested more than 400 top Communist leaders on charges of sedition and invited volunteers of the Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh to participate in the 1963 Republic Day Parade at Raj Path in New Delhi in full uniform, recognising its services during the war.

In 2008 the Communists have become the darlings of the Congress that still sources its legacy to Nehru, and the RSS is sought to be banned.

By 1962, China had taken Aksai Chin and invaded NEFA.

In 2008, China is still occupying Aksai Chin and has rebuffed our foreign minister with a renewed claim on Arunachal Pradesh (formerly known as NEFA).

But can the nation forget the 1962 war? Who were those who fought and died? For who? And to what avail?

One of the stories India can never forget is the battle we fought in the Indus valley, near Chushul village.

The battle of Rezang La, fought at an altitude of 17,000 feet, is one of the most incredible sagas of valour and courage that Indian soldiers have showed. That was November 18, 1962, exactly 46 years earlier. They fought and died for Indian soil.

In 2008, we are still waiting for a leader to show any will or resolute action to indicate we are serious to take back the land that China grabbed.

The Congress changed post-Nehru, so did the others. Politics and immediate interests have overpowered security concerns, and distinctions between the identities of the enemy and patriots are as blurred as they were in 1962.

Unanswered questions

Forty-six years later, the question remains still unanswered: why did we have to fight a war, and why was it that the brave 114 soldiers of the 13th Kumaon had to offer their supreme sacrifice fighting till the 'last man and last bullet' in sub-zero temperature (minus 15 degrees Celsius) at Rezang La on November 18, 1962? What were the causes of that war and what happened afterwards? Who remembers them except a few ex-soldiers and the patriotic crowd at Rewari (Haryana), hometown of most of the martyred Ahirs who had fought at Rezang La? Why does no politician think it a matter of honour to send his children to join the army? Why do we have an important road in Delhi named after Krishna Menon, the disgraced defence minister of the '62 war, and nothing significant to honour the men who gave their lives to save India in Chushul?

These were the thoughts on my mind when I set out for Chushul last fortnight to get a feel of 'November in Rezang La' and pay my homage to the bravehearts.

The 1962 war with China is a sad story of a completely incapable leadership, favouritism at the top echelons of the army, and a disregard of the nation's security needs by those who were hailed by the people as their saviours. Neville Maxwell, a British journalist, writes in his famous book India's China war: 'At the time of independence, [B M] Kaul appeared to be a failed officer, if not one disgraced. But his courtier wiles, irrelevant or damning until then, were to serve him brilliantly in the new order that independence brought, after he came to the notice of Nehru, a fellow Kashmiri Brahmin and, indeed, distant kinsman.'

Revisiting 1962's incredible saga of valour

Boosted by the prime minister's steady favouritism, Kaul rocketed through the Army structure to emerge in 1961 at the very summit of the Army HQ. Not only did he hold the key appointment of chief of general staff but the army commander, Thapar, was, in effect, his client. Kaul had, of course, by then acquired a significant following, disparaged by the other side as 'Kaul boys' ('call-girls' had just entered usage), and his appointment as CGS opened a putsch in HQ, an eviction of the old guard, with his rivals, until then his superiors, being not only pushed out but often hounded thereafter with charges of disloyalty. '
Those who didn't know their men, their land and the risks involved called the shots, yet our bravehearts stood firm for the honour of their motherland. The Rezang La battle saga is among the most inspiring stories of soldiers dying in the line of duty, yet our schools, which proudly prescribe the age-old narration of Romulus and Remus, find it unworthy to insert a lesson on how India was defended at Rezang La by Indian soldiers of the 13th Kumaon.

They fought till the last man, last bullet

They were ill-equipped, ill-prepared and heavily outnumbered by the Chinese. All the 114 jawans died in action, not a single soul retreated and neither did they let the Chinese intrude. For three months the government didn't know about them, about their extraordinary sacrifice, till in January-end in 1963, shepherds from Chushul found bodies of jawans scattered on the Rezang La, after the snow had melted. The dead bodies of the Chinese were far more in number, about eight hundred on our side, and it was estimated that more than a thousand might have fallen to the bullets of Indian soldiers. It was an unbelievable feat and the government decorated Major Shaitan Singh with a Param Vir Chakra, posthumously.

The PVC citation awarded to him reads: 'Major Shaitan Singh was commanding a company of an infantry battalion deployed at Rezang La in the Chushul sector at a height of about 17,000 feet. The locality was isolated from the main defended sector and consisted of five platoon-defended position. On 18 November 1962, the Chinese forces subjected the company position to heavy artillery, mortar and small arms fire and attacked it in overwhelming strength in several successive waves. Against heavy odds, our troops beat back successive waves of enemy attack. During the action, Major Shaitan Singh dominated the scene of operations and moved at great personal risk from one platoon post to another sustaining the morale of his hard-pressed platoon posts. While doing so he was seriously wounded but continued to encourage and lead his men, who, following his brave example fought gallantly and inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy. For every man lost to us, the enemy lost four or five. When Major Shaitan Singh fell disabled by wounds in his arms and abdomen, his men tried to evacuate him but they came under heavy machine-gun fire. Major Shaitan Singh then ordered his men to leave him to his fate in order to save their lives. Major Shaitan Singh's supreme courage, leadership and exemplary devotion to duty inspired his company to fight almost to the last man.'

The battle fired the imagination of young soldiers and Bollywood alike. A successful movie, Haqeeqat, based on the Chushul saga was made by Chetan Anand starring Dharmendra and Balraj Sahni. I was on my way to visit the same area, the village called Chushul and the Rezang La memorial, in the month November, 46 years after the battle had taken place.

Chushul, village of the bravehearts

The journey to Rezang La was the most scintillating pilgrimage for me, like the Kailas yatra. Interestingly, the best route to Kailas also goes through Chushul and connects Demchhok (on the Line of Actual Control, within Indian territory) to Nyari province of Tibet, running alongside the Indus river. There has been a longstanding demand from Ladakhis, supported by J&K leaders like Dr Farooq Abdullah, to have this route opened for the Kailas yatra.
The 80-minute flight from Delhi to Leh is itself a memorable one, and passes over Manali, Rohtang pass and snow-clad mountains before touching down at Kushok Bakula Rinpoche airport, Leh. The outside temperature was minus eight degrees and I straightway drove to a friend's house for a couple of hours of acclimatisation. At an altitude of 11,000 feet, it's mandatory to acclimatise before moving to another destination, and any violation may prove fatal. 'No Gama in the land of Lama', says the Border Roads Organisation's roadside advisory, meaning don't show undue haste and bravado in this land of high mountains and Buddhist lifestyle.

It would be seven hours to Chushul, said my guide Dorjey while putting my rucksack into the Innova. We left Leh early morning and passed through Stakna, the summer palace, Thikse Gompa, Sindhu Darshan, Upshi, Hemis Gompa, Karu and negotiated the tough Chang La Baba pass at 17,800 feet, saying hello at Chemday monastery. At Chang La jawans offer a cup of 'love tea' free to all travellers -- a kahva with cashew nuts and roasted almonds. It's really invigorating.

Next was Tsoltak, and Luking was a further 65 km and Chushul another 124 km away. Post Chang La, a continuous descent along the Tangtse took us to the breathtaking expanse of a mesmerising empire of salt water called Pangong Tso lake. It's a magic God created for the gods. Tourists are allowed only up to this point, and all non-resident Indians need an Inner Line Permit issued by the district magistrate, Leh, to enter this area. The lake is 134 km long and five km wide. Another 40 km, alongside this blue, turquoise green world of water, and we will be at Chushul.

The road is really a patchwork of scattered stones and pebbles, though a board announces that the Luking-Chushul road is under construction. A little before dusk we finally arrived at Chushul, which looked every bit a sleepy, dreamy-eyed village. It has a population of 993 persons to be exact, as informed by its 'numberdar'.

The wind was getting wilder by the minute. It was chillingly cold outside and it seemed almost impossible to push the shutters of the camera with bare fingers, frozen and numbed they were. At 4 pm the wind got ferocious and the waves it created in the lake were great fun to watch.

Chushul has hardly changed since 1962. There is no electricity, though solar power connection is given to the villagers with a dose of subsidies. "But we can't run colour TVs on that low voltage connection," complained the villagers. Lights are off early, usually there is only one bulb lit in each home, for cooking, evening gupshup and studies for the kids. So the usual schedule is to have a heavy peg of local rice brew, early supper and go to sleep. The dependable sources of news are transistors and B&W TVs, with Doordarshan's unchallenged monopoly. Though a few enterprising households have bought Dish TV receivers, and access other channels.

I had hardly taken the prescribed and mandatory rest at Leh, so the dreadful headache began at a deadly pace and soon the world turned colourless to me. The wintry chill coupled with a lack of oxygen, and horrific wind, made my task truly 'adventurous'. I cursed myself at leaving the comforts of electioneering in Delhi and other states to reach a place that no one even thinks about in winter.

Forgotten warriors

Suddenly 1962 flashed before my eyes. It's 2008, we have better woollen jackets, comfortable sleeping bags, well-connected communication system, a strong political opposition and an awakened and vocal leadership in the forces. But 1962 was different. Ill-equipped jawans, bad communication system hardly worth its name, poor clothing; the Chinese attacked in this very month, in this chilly winter, in the wee hours of the day.

In such sub-zero atmosphere I was unable to operate my camera, but they had to operate .303 guns, fire mortars and keep fighting! I was at a lower level in the village with comparatively warmer temperature. They were at the top of Rezang La, facing Trishul, at 17,000 feet. They defeated death and kept the flag high, but New Delhi forgot them and sang in praise of the defeatists.

Do the inhabitants of Chushul remember that story, I asked with excitement and waited for a reply. No one could say yes or recount what perhaps was told by his father or grandfather. There is hardly any remembrance of the battle the nation feels so proud of, in this village which once stood as the 'sword of the nation'. The Army's valour has hardly been passed on to the villagers, to the new generation. Like an unconcerned machine, some men in uniform come to the Rezang La memorial every year, perform rituals and go away. Without touching the lives of those locals who carry the burden of that great legacy.

'Give us upgraded school, bijli and SDM office'
Sir, you have come from Delhi, please tell the government to upgrade our school to the higher secondary level,'' said Sonam Paljor, ex-sarpanch, and Phunchuk Namgyal. ''Our children have to go to Leh for higher studies, we can't afford that, so no one has graduated from this village except one so far. '' I was surprised to hear that.Chushul is not as far as some would like us to believe. It's not an impossible country as politicians would like to offer as an excuse for not bestowing small mercies to this famously brave last frontier. No roads, no electricity, no upgraded school, no landline, no mobile, no hospital. This is how we honour the people and the village that fought our fiercest battle and is responsible for providing local infrastructural support to the armed forces, so vital and critical in times of crisis.

There is only one InmarSat telephone, with the local army post, and it's made available to 'civilians' only for two hours a day, in the afternoon. Suppose there is an emergency, someone is sick and has to be taken to Leh, I asked naively. ''Here no emergency, no one can do anything, the army post is closed after the evening and we can't reach them,'' said Phunchuk. There is a local, government-run public health clinic, but the doctor is hardly available, and even when he is there, few medicines, and no equipment. I saw some textbooks of the primary school; nothing is mentioned in it about the soldiers' lives. Or the Rezang La saga. How do we expect them to have respect for the armed forces unless they are introduced to them properly?

That night my roommate in the Buddhist guesthouse was Sonam Tsering, the man who has the glory of being the first post-graduate from Chushul, and the only one so far. He is an elected councillor in the Ladakh Autonomous Hill Development Council from Chushul on a Ladakh Union Territory Front ticket. His father ran a transport business, and hence could afford sending him to Leh and then Chandigarh for higher studies. But his two younger brothers and sister couldn't follow him and have remained confined to Chushul. The local high school is a gift from the army.

It's a hundred percent Buddhist village and there is a permanent complaint that no one visits them from Delhi -- no politician, no minister has ever spoken to them about their lives and demands. Sometimes a minister comes in an army helicopter, stays with the army officers and goes back immediately. ''They come here to take pictures,'' smiled Phunchuk. An old village monk told me in the morning that his grandpa used to tell him stories about how they had brought the dead bodies of the Rezang La warriors from the mountaintop That's it. Nothing more. Even the village doesn't celebrate November 18, Rezang La day.

Sonam said, ''Sir, before the Chinese attack in 1962 Chushul was the sub-divisional headquarters and the sub-divisional magistrate used to have his office here. He was shifted after the war, and it's causing great difficulty to the villagers. Why was the office of the SDM shifted?''

The village depends solely on the army for everything; still the cordial touch is missing. It's too mechanised.

I had to recharge my camera batteries and there was nothing to help. Solar power won't do it, giggled Sonam. ''Sir, it's no use here, we sometimes hire a generator whenever there is an election meeting or any government officer arrives from Leh.'' Somehow the sarpanch brought an inverter as a cherished treasure and that worked well.

The darkness settled in a bit too early and in the thick of night I felt almost dead. I had two thick blankets underneath and a 'Siachen quality' sleeping bag covered with another heavy quilt. Yet the chill pierced through my bones and the headache rose to newer heights. Besides, the toilet was old-fashioned Tibetan type, with a hole in the floor and freezing water to wash. Do our soldiers at the mountaintop observation posts have heated bunkers to keep better watch on Chinese activities, I asked Sonam and the sarpanch. No one could answer. Perhaps I had asked a foolish question.

But the villagers had a lot to say. The Chinese look at them with contempt, and in flag meetings with their Indian counterparts they complain about how the Chushul villagers and shepherds often 'violate' the Line of Actual Control.

Saluting the martyrs

A dose of Paracetamol helped and the morning was a little comfortable. We set out for the Rezang La memorial at 6 am, bidding adieu to a hallowed village. I was thrilled and felt I should have taken some flower to lay as a wreath at the memorial. But nothing was available. Having taken the turn from Chushul, at every second mile I saw a board put up by the army showing the direction and miles to the memorial. Dorjey indicated the beautiful Trishul mountains on my left, bathing in the first rays of a nascent sunrise. The fields are vast and grand, we were cruising in a sea of openness, roads are either invisible or it's a sporty challenge to you to create your own path! Yet the danger looms large as the heights on our left are under Chinese control and they monitor our activities comfortably.

The Rezang La memorial is a simple marble pillar with names of all the 114 martyrs etched on two sides, in Hindi and in English. The third side has these inspiring words:

How can a Man die better than facing Fearful Odds,
For the Ashes of His Fathers and the Temples of His Gods,
To the sacred memory of the Heroes of Rezang La,
114 Martyrs of 13 Kumaon who fought to the Last Man,
Last Round, Against Hordes of Chinese on 18 November 1962.
Built by All Ranks 13th Battalion, The Kumaon Regiment.

The pilgrimage to the village that once was the 'Sword of India' was coming to an end. I had to go further, on the road to Demchhok, the route that finally reaches Kailas Manasarovar alongside the majestic Indus river. That's another story, another time.


Suresh Chiplunkar said...

एक मित्र के द्वारा आपके ब्लॉग का पता मिला। मैं भी संघ का एक अदना सा स्वयंसेवक रहा हूँ, फ़िलहाल व्यस्तता के कारण अधिक समय नहीं दे पाता, लेकिन अपने ब्लॉग के जरिये जनजागरण का अभियान सतत चलाता रहता हूँ, सेकुलरों को बेनकाब करना और कांग्रेस की पोल खोलना मेरा मुख्य शौक है। 1991 से लेखन शुरु किया लेकिन मेरे हिन्दुत्ववादी लेखों के प्रकाशित न होने से अखबारों से मोहभंग हुआ और ब्लॉग शुरु किया ( आपके एक-दो अंग्रेजी लेखों को भी मैंने अनुवादित करके अपने ब्लॉग पर दिया है, तथा नेट से शोध करके भी सतत लेखन जारी है… आपका ब्लॉग पढ़कर बहुत खुशी हुई, मेरी शुभकामनायें आपके साथ हैं…

Drishta said...

Are we really interested in paying homage to our fallen soldiers ? The United Kingdom recently honoured its soldiers , who had laid down their lives almost 50 years back in the world wars , while we forget those who died for us only 10 years back in Kargil !!
It only proves , why Britain rose to be a world power and we became their slaves !! because we DO NOT respect those that die for us !! In fact we only pay lip service to them , since it helps sell cassettes of patriotic songs and increases TRP's of channels !! after all , in a nation of 1 Billion , what is the value of a few thousand deaths ? what say , Mr Tarun ? we still do not have a national war memorial !! Goes to show how much , we as a nation of Babus , repect our war dead !!

Hemanshu said...

Dear Sir

I read your story on the martyrs of Razang La. Thank you for writing about it and reminding many of us, living and enjoying the glory of materialistic world, about the sacrifics of our soldiers who selflessly fought for us. I wonder, if they didnt think of their family, their next vacation, their investments or their retirement plan while being hit by the enemy bullets. How rock solid their heart was? How selfless they were? How patriotic they were? I am tearful, as I think of those bravemen.

Keep writing and enlightening us.

With best regards

Hemanshu Joshi

Deepak K said...

I don't think so. The leaders at the center who are ruling the country don't seem to be from the same party that was once home to the great names like Gandhi and Nehru who not only lead us from the darkness of slavery to the light of self rule. They seem to be trying to give support to the theory of DIVIDE and RULE as used by the erstwhile British Raj.

They don't see what the common man asks for - security of the life of his and his brethren. They only see that there is a vote bank that they can't touch for the sake of the security of the whole nation, rather they are playing the blame game by highlighting and alleging false accusations on innocent people and harassing them in the hope that they will accept the falsehood of their claims as being correct. They sit on the decision of hanging the person responsible for attacking the highest temple of the democracy of the country for achieving and saving what many of our soldiers and freedom fighters laid their lives.

This government of falsehoods and pseudo-seculars must go now because it has been enough - as no part of the country remains secure after witnessing attacks in Delhi, Malegaon, Gujarat, Assam, Manipur and now the serial terror attacks in Mumbai.

Anonymous said...

So Tarun Vijay!!! After your emotional journey to Chashul where all Kumaonies died fighting, what have you done for the soldiers besides sogans. Have you done something to save them from the hands of the slimy Babus??? Have you motivated your sons to join the Kumaon Regiment so that when the time comes he too can lay down his life for the mother India??? No??? So this laying down of lives is for the lesser mortals -- not for the sons of the Netas and Babus??? Just lood around and see -- is there even one MP from your party whose son is in the army or in the Infantry ??? Stop giving us the moral lectures Sirrrr!!!

Da Eternal Rebel said...

Is the attack or rather say, massacre at Mumbai the most humiliating incidence in Indian history after the defeat of 1962 ? I was not born much till much after the China War but my parents recall how great was the feeling of humiliation in India at that time, a black stain on the conscience which was washed only after the war of 1965. What do we need to do to wash the blood stains this time?

Today as an Indian, I feel humiliated. When I see the charred remains of Taj, the blood at CST, the grief of the people and the atrocious guts of the terrorist, my head hangs in shame at the ineptitude with which we are securing the boundaries of our nation. I feel threatened more than I have been even after all those bomb blasts. Its like a big psychological jolt for me. My confidence in India as a strong nation seemed to have sagged a little.

Anonymous said...

I will tell you how to remove the stain of Mumbai blasts. Get to know the real brain behind these attack who is sitting somewhere in Pak. Get to know his team. Find out the home address of all the terrorist involved. Then deploy about 100 crore Rupees. Hire people in Pak: so many of them availabler. And get all these people and all their relations killed. Seems barbaric??? OK !!! Dont do it and keep getting killed and keep listening to sickening speechs of the home ministers and the NSA who have no clue about the security. Comments please??????

prakharhindutva said...

तरुण जी,

26 से 29 नवंबर तक मुंबई में जो देश ने देखा वो सच्चे इस्लाम का चेहरा था और उसके बाद जो भी कुछ हुआ उसने मार्क्सवाद को बेनक़ाब कर दिया। लोगों ने महसूस किया कि दोनों समुदाय राष्ट्र के प्रति कितनी दुर्भावना रखते हैं। पहले तो अल्लाह के नेक बन्दों ने हमारे 185 निर्दोष लोगों को नृशंसता से मार डाला और फिर उसके अगले ही दिन जब राजनैतिक दबाव में केरल की साम्यवादी सरकार के मुख्यमंत्री मेजर सन्दीप को श्रद्धांजलि देने पहुँचे तो उनके पिता उन्नीकृष्णन द्वारा बाहर खदेड़ दिए गए। इसके बाद खिसिया के उन्होंने जो बयान दिया वह उनकी तुच्छ मानसिकता और ओछी विचारधारा का परिचायक है। उनकी घृणित टिप्पणी मैं इसलिए यहाँ नहीं लिख रहा क्योंकि ये बात देश का हर इंसान जानता है और दूसरे.....


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saurjyesh said...

I come from a family of people who have or are serving in the Armed forces so i am naturally biased. My father served in the 62 war and i remember stories of how close they all came to die or become POWs.
But the Q I have for you is how different are the political parties at all ends. Kargil happened during NDA rule and then we were exposed to how the petrol pumps given to war heroes couldnt work because of the corruption and callousness of the Babus and the small minded countrymen.
Even today we have the spectacle of the Govt dragging its feet to the legit demands of the armed forces on the 6th pay comm. I dont see any political leader from any side coming out and supporting the armed forces.
And when it comes for photo ops for politicians being on the cremation of war heroes there is a race on.
They say beware the fury of a ptient man I think you should pass on the message to your poltical friends that beware the fury of a patient nation.

Anonymous said...

Tarun Ji,
It’s your one of the best article in your series. I can understand that some sick-ulars will think that you are criticizing the media but I personally believe that you are fighting for truth and trying to awake this hindu society. I am regular reader of your articles in Panchjanya/ Dainik Jagran but when I saw your articles in English media, I was really top of the world. Chalo, koi toh sher ka baccha aaya, inn so- called sick-ulars angrejo se takkar lene.
My name is Arvind. I am a Sawyamsevak from Ghaziabad and working in Noida. Tarun Ji, I personally want to meet you and sort out my some queries. Can you give me some precious time? Please mail me, my email i.d. is

Ghatotkacha said...

Please visit my blog for an English translation of Hindu Aikya Vedi Leader, Smt Sasikala Teacher's speech in which she rips apart the pseudo-secular communists.

ajitsingh said...

At Rezangla every men of the 13 Kumaon Regiment (which was a 100%AHIR battalion)remained true to the last but till date the gallant Ahirs have not got due respect inspite of the fact that they have spilled their blood in every war fought till date for honour of Bharat Mata from 1948 to Kargil.There exists Rajput, Jat,Sikkh,Dogra regiments but not AHIR regiment.What an insult to the gallantry of the patriot Ahir soldiers.Mr. Tarun Vijay remember AHIR DHAM on those Himalayan heights.

Anonymous said...

then why there is not any Ahir regiment
even NDA govt. not shown any interest

ajitsingh said...

The caste based Regiments were a tribute to a few sections of the Indians who were loyal to their British masters during British Raj. Ahirs rebelled in 1857 against Britishers. Ahirs never expected any justice from the Britishers but now in free India no justice has been done to the patriot Ahir warriors because White Angrej have left in 1947 but Black Angrej are still ruling.

Col Manoj said...


Deepak Yadav said...

हमने दिया देश को जीवन देश हमें क्या देगा ।।
अपनी आग तेज करने को क्या नाम हमारा लेगा।।।

114 martyrs AHIR fought to the last man last round .Agar aap logo ko jraa bhi sympathy h inn 14 Ahir's k sath ya innke family k sath toh please we ahir wants AHIR REGIMENT hume support kre rather than humare hosle todne k
thank you
Deepak Yadav

Deepak Yadav said...

हमने दिया देश को जीवन देश हमें क्या देगा ।।
अपनी आग तेज करने को क्या नाम हमारा लेगा।।।

114 martyrs AHIR fought to the last man last round .Agar aap logo ko jraa bhi sympathy h inn 14 Ahir's k sath ya innke family k sath toh please we ahir wants AHIR REGIMENT hume support kre rather than humare hosle todne k
thank you
Deepak Yadav