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SUB MAJ GURDYAL SINGH

 Some people come in this world with an Earthy Wisdom, Spirit and Sincerity which lets you know there is so much more to strive for in life. And to do it with happiness. You sit for thirty odd minutes and you think it over a few days.. Subedar Major Gurdyal Singh (Retd) 4 JAK Rifles, met me a few days ago. We are in the snap below., he Shared his stories about a UN Mission in Kampuchea and the fire fights and the regret that the Western Press ignored such achievements. We talked quietly. He is settled at a village near Beas., He knew my father, himself a soldier. As I have written earlier., And then he discussed the true spirit of social service and even soldiering and touched me with his interpretation of my father’s service and social service for over three decades plus. We were sitting at the Society for Care of The Blind. The systems in place which are just about institutionalised were his focus. I praised the staff for their genuine empathy and he said only a true leader could inculcate that spirit. A true yogi he said had come (that is my father) to set this in place here in the land of the Gurus. A "Sant Sipahi" and "Sant Fauji" were the words he used. I was left without words. From the Counter Insurgency in the North East to Bangladesh War to the Indian Military Academy to the world of empowering the disadvantaged he said was in the case of Dad the journey of a wise spiritual spirit in a soldier. A true trusted and ethical leader. And who evolved. And that the world needed someone who could just stand up and say let us just do it and with His / Her Blessings we will. He said he felt blessed that he could interact with him and sit with him, never was anyone made to feel the difference in age or rank. And so we talked and discussed his unit, Kampuchea and Kashmir and then the Society and Institute for the Blind. A lesson for me to carry through. And motivation. And inspiration. And some thinking.



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