I Wish !!!

"Another day ends in dust", I thought as I handed over my charge of the day, signed the sheets and got back on a humpy ride on jeep back to lounge. Today marks my 2nd anniversary with Armed Forces, which made me retrospect the tenure, "WASTED" was all I could think off. As a child, I always stood out in matters of physical labor. Blame it on my non vehicle upbringing which made me walk miles with my father to get household items or a simple living, but walking, running, climbing or any amount of labor was my passion. I had always been a Man of Action, ready to do anything at any cost. I realized my full potential during my training months and that is when I was sure that my decision wasn't wrong. But now, after 2 years of serving the Nation with registers, sheets, routine calls, creating bunkers, just watching over border I question, "Where is the action" ? No this doesn't satiate me, I need more out of life.
As the jeep stopped to collect more officers, I stepped out and decided to walk, but awaited my dinner partner and only friend in this otherwise monotonous solitary life. Most of our dinner time talks were on war, politics and that how much potential we have to grill the enemies. As he came out from his duty, I watched him walk swiftly across the corridors. It was a pleasure watching his strong body walk swiftly, he was like me in more than one ways. We joined Forces on same day, part of same training batch, and as luck had it, we were posted at same location.


Our greeting was never more than a firm handshake, no words exchanged, it was like that we never start a conversation, but continued a conversation after a gap. But today he seemed different, happy being the closest word. "I'm going to be relocated !!", he exclaimed as he took my hand. "Wow !! where?". "The order still needs to be out, but I'm assured that in upcoming days I will be posted in the disturbed areas further East. Now that would be action".  "True", was wht I could answer, though I was happy for him but even I wanted to be part of action, my loneliness had just multiplied itself so I told him that I will walk my way back and meet him right on the dinner table.


I walked down the narrow lane and sat on a rock near by, speculating why was I not called for disturbed areas. Suddenly an enormous amount of light came from no where and everything around shuddered. I managed to get my hold and tried to see what happened, that was when I heard them scream. The jeep was hit by a bomb. I rushed towards the sound and witnessed the gruesome scene. There was blood everywhere and sound of people wailing in pain. It was tough to get them out but there were others too who heard the explosion and  had come for rescue. I couldn't find him anywhere in jeep, that was when I heard a faint sound near the bushes, I rushed and saw him lying in pool of blood, his left hand and leg was severely damaged. I took him by arms and rushed to a rescue jeep which had just arrived. It took us several more minutes to get everyone to the nearest base hospital. By the time last jeep left, it was late and tiring. I watched teh scene one last time and started to walk back to my room.


The walk back wasn't an easy one, all the horrific events of today started to play itself in front on my eyes. All my life I waited for some action to happen, that I wished that something wrong should happen so that I am called for rescue. I never thought my attempt to do something in life is actually a plea that something bad should happen to others. To be a saint, someone's knight in shining armor, I longed for sinner to come and harm others. Now that I got the action of my life, where my best buddy is badly injured, my colleagues wounded, I just say, "Look what you wish, it may become someone's nightmare"