I don’t know how to start. As I got these pictures of Captain Amit Bharadwaj’s journey towards immortality, I just became blank. I felt 17 is just a number. 17 X 365 X 24 is also just a number. There can never be a number too big. It will always remain so fresh – the loss, the pain, the wait.

17 years ago, this day he came home wrapped in the tri-colour. He came home after 56 days of attaining martyrdom for his dear motherland. He was 27 years old then – not too old but very brave. In that age, we spend our days in luxury and comfort. We hardly dare to come out of our safe zone. And he at that age risked his life, didn’t think of his family, his own comfort but thought only about his nation and us – his countrymen. I can’t even think where from all these courage and determination comes. He didn’t think of what will happen after his martyrdom. He knew his country needed him at that time. India has always been a land of true warriors or kshatriyas and he was a perfect warrior son of his motherland.

Today, whether you cry for a terrorist or pelt stones to his fellow brother soldiers just don’t matter to him. He did his duty and he knows his brother soldiers will also do the same and even give their life without a second thought for the nation – however ungrateful it may be. As they believe –

“I will always do my duty, no matter what the price.
I’ve counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice.
Oh, and I don’t want to die for you,
But if dying is asked of me,
I’ll bear that cross with honor,
‘Cause freedom don’t come free.

Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand,
When liberty’s in jeopardy I will always do what’s right,
I’m out here on the front lines. Sleep in peace tonight.”

But we, by not thinking about the family he left behind¬ instead thinking of the father or son of a terrorist, we are showing how misfit we are for such great sacrifices of greater men in uniform.

Dear Captain Amit Bharadwaj, our beloved Amit bhaiya, bless us that one day, some day we may become more deserving of your sacrifice.

Desh bows down her head before your bravery and selfless sacrifice. We are ever grateful to you. Thank you for protecting us and ensuring our safety by risking your own.

I guess Heaven was needing a hero
Somebody just like you
Brave enough to stand up
For what you believe
And follow it through
When I try to make it make sense in my mind
The only conclusion I come to
Is Heaven was needing a hero like you

Picture Courtsey – Sunita Dhonkaria (elder sister of Captain Amit Bharadwaj)


Journey through the memories of Kargil War

We came across a wonderful series “Meri Jaan Hindustaan” by Focus News Channel.

In this post, we have accumulated all the links of all the episodes of this amazing series for those, who have not seen it yet and for those, who want to see it again and again.

We also declare that the entire credit goes to Focus News channel and we don’t own them. We are just sharing these videos.


1. Episode 1 on an incident –

2. Episode 1 on a hero (Captain Saurabh Kalia) –

3. Episode 2  on an incident-

4. Episode 2 on a hero (Lt. Triveni Singh) –

5. Episode 3 on an incident –

6. Episode 3 on a hero ( Captain Vikram Batra ) –

7. Episode 4 on an incident-

8. Episode 4 on a hero ( Lt Amit Bharadwaj ) –

9. Episode 5 on a hero (Captain Vijayant Thapar) –





AMIT BHARADWAJ ‘Annu’, the real son of mother India, was born on 4th March, 1972. At the birth of their only son, Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s Mother, Shrimati Sushila Sharma, and Father Shri O.P. Sharma’s happiness knew no bounds. Grandmother, Mrs. Rampyari Sharma, and grandfather, Mr. Jaidev Prasad Sharma, seemed to burst with happiness at the glimpse of the bright face of their grandson. They rejoiced Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s birth.

Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s ambitions, right from childhood were unprecedented. He always dreamt of unusual excellence. He was not untouched with the Charismatic powers of the then leaders. He was an outgoing student of St. Xaviers School, Jaipur. Even at the age of 7, he had pulsating sympathy for poor people. He used to donate some part of his pocket money, at such an age, when children are quite reluctant to share their possessions. He always made his mark from the initial stages of life. He was a remarkable table tennis and football player. His politeness which was an added virtue that had won the hearts of his teachers and schoolmates. Not only when he was in School, even after passing out, he did a commendable job as a member of St. Xaviers Old Boys Association.

He took his bachelor’s degree from Rajasthan University. His aptitude was a blend of kindness and courage. He wanted to soar high in the sky like a bird. He was recruited in the year 1997 and duty bound, executed his first posting at Pithorgarh .He was in 4 Jat Regiment. From June 1998, he got his new posting at Kaksar area of Kargil. He executed his duty sincerely, and devotedly till the very end. He ventured to go and search Saurabh kalia on 17th May 1999, the new officer, for whom he had quoted to his sister,”Now I have a bachcha (kid) who will do all the work for me, and I will have someone who calls me Sir.” Being the senior Subaltern, Lt. Bharadwaj felt “Immensely Responsible” for the junior officer and taught him all the traditions and history of the Paltan. Little did he know, that he will lay down his life for that “Little Kid in the Paltan”. Amit who was always ready to take the lead, took the initiative .He led a search party of around 35 soldiers. On reaching the Bajrang post, he realized that the number of enemies were much more than they had anticipated. Taking a quick decision, he ordered his men to retrieve back and report to the base camp for help. He himself undertook the task of providing them cover-fire. He was fighting like a true, brave soldier. Lt. Bharadwaj saved nearly 30 of his men and killed more than 10 infiltrators, though he himself was hit by a number of bullets fighting till the last breath. But, this brave son could not save his own life, and his body lay, till it was retrieved on July 13, 1999 – 56 days later. He had fought till his last breath. His weapon was found in his hand when his body was recovered.

Lt. Bharadwaj’s parents in Jaipur did not lose hope till the end, and refused to believe that their son had attained martyrdom. “I believe he is still fighting the enemy out there.” were his Father’s words to the endless stream of the ‘well-wishers’ who came to offer their condolences. In all these days, the phone did not stop ringing and the family spent each day waiting for news from their son, till their worst fear was confirmed. Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s parents were not ready to confirm their fears

He was always fascinated by the charm of martyrdom, as revealed by his words to his friend, while reading the name of Martyrs at India Gate, “One fine day, you will read my name here.”

Captain Amit Bharadwaj
Captain Amit Bharadwaj