Picket 43

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'I'm Lieutenant colonel Mohanlal,

on seeing these visuals'

'Even the young minds

will say immediately'

"Wag ha Border"

Yes, these gates are known to us.

Without fail daily the infantry

army's parade is held over there.

Every day opens and later closes,

beyond this huge gate lies Pakistan.

Citizen's who has gained the

independence, when they raised...

...the hands joyfully towards the sky,

at that time, they knew that truth.

A deformity is caused, from

us something is torn apart!

Yes, partition, from the un healed

wound, still now blood oozes out!

As a ritual with no gates

to open and close.

With the marking on snow,

with no border lines. Kashmir!

Over there, in the rain and in

the snow, on the freezing cold.

With no distinction

on religion or caste.

These people, who have

one and only feeling 'Baratham'...

...which is consecrated in the mind.

For us they are always alert.

Are you mad?

On the other side there is

a filthy Indian soldier. He'll shoot...

Do you know him? Othenivise

how do you know he is a filthy one?

Don't say like that...

For how many days are you here?

8 months.

So far you are not shot, is it so?

Line of control.

Both sides of the red un seen line.

Either it is faded or

it is not demarcated.

In an imaginary border, the

soldiers which stand as a guard.

In certain areas it is a strong army

camp with men and weapons.

In certain areas, there are only two.

On an iron fence, on both sides.

As a part of acclimation, those

men who are committed to call...

...an im poster, a foe!

This is their story. A story of another

soldier which we should know.

What man? Was there

cricket match yesterday also?

Hey man stop it!

Bacardi!

Just stop it...Are you mad?

Bacardi! Come inside fellow!

Tell something fellows!

Why is Pakistani shooting us?

Doesn't he know we are trespassing?

Fellow Bacardi, they are

shooting on his bunker also?

Something is wrong!

Are you all right?

Speak out!

God, protect!

Two days...if two days were

over...Could have gone from here.

At that time"

Show you, will show you.

Musharaf! Can't you hear?

It has been a week after the death.

Yesterday those men who went to

drop ration. On seeing last week's...

...bag was not picked up.

On sensing the doubt,

when they went and checked.

Came to know about the

matter. Since last 1.5 years.

Its the 3rd person

dying at 'Picket 43'.

This is for sure man, at the opposite

bunker, its done by Pakistan...

mrangers. Who keeps

on changing the post.

Hey man, don't talk foolishness.

A Pak Ranger who is sitting

alone in a bunker. Can he do this?

That too towards Saravanan. He

won't allow to touch the ground.

On the firing range, even the Senior

Sahib accepted the defeat before him.

This is done by militants only.

As far as what is heard.

They might be 5 to 6 men.

Along with the team who had

gone to recover the body.

Our JCO Sharma sir was also there.

On the hands and legs, it is heard

on none of the fingers there were nails!

After his death only they chopped

off his head and kept on flag host.

Hey man, after all this happening.

What was that stupid doing...?

...who was sitting at the Pak bunker.

What can he do?

Might have slept by

closing the ears!

What he could have

done is just a call to base camp.

May be Saravanan

could have survived!

Abajith Singh, Shaarvan

Jaiswal, Saravanan.

The next posting to picket 43?

Hari Ettan you tell the matter to

Senior Sahib, next week...

meverything at registrar

office is arranged, is it not?

If this journey is canceled.

Then they will surly conduct

Lakshmi Edathy's marriage.

Since Hari Ettan (brother) is not

present there, chechi (sister)...

...can't do anything.

Hari Etta, if the posting

to picket 43 is done.

Don't expect leave

for at least 6 months.

Not only that, when the situation at

the native place is in such a condition.

Hari Etta, based

on what boldness...?

Hey Hari, where and

all I searched for you?

Senior Sahib wants to

meet you. Told to go fast.

Hari Etta, you may go and

tell the matter to Senior Sahib.

After all he is a Malayalee, no?

He'll understand.

No, I can't understand.

While getting posting to picket 43,

all have the same sickness.

Marriage, death, rituals after

death. No Hari nothing doing!

All though there is a rumor that I'm

bit partial to Malayalee's in this company.

Again if I sanction

this leave to you.

On that I'll be answerable

to many people.

Sir, this leave

was sanctioned earlier.

The situation at the native

place is somewhat in a problem.

By next Monday if I don't reach at

the registrar office at Pattambi.

May be this marriage may

not take place at all.

Hey man,for a soldier

due to his duty call.

Not only his marriage which is

canceled. Whatever it may be...

Hari, I don't have any other

options, I'm canceling the leave.

Sir!

Hey man, for4 days in a week

at Brigade commander's house...

...on watering the garden. Nor when

commanding officer's family...

...when they come to

Srinagar for vacation.

On going on a protection party.

You will never become a good Jawan.

Even othenlvise there is a talk

over here, that you are a coward.

This time along with you,

there will be 'Bacardi.

My goodness sir! I don't take liquor!

Ha! Not that man, in your company

the smartest sniffer dog Bacardi!

Hari!

On a regular basis

there is cease fire...

...violation on outpost picket 43.

Okay, if there is head, will meet.

What?

Go man...

Okay friend!

Hey man, give my sleeping bag.

Here catch.

Shall we go?

Come. From now on

you and me all alone.

"The memories in snow

became silent as in waters"

"Without out showering,

it is departed away"

"To water whom, does

the holy Ganges flow swiftly?'

"On these junctions,

does the snow falls"

"Hey lute of the woods,

kindly play the tune"

"Chilling sky, aren't you there

with me with a throbbing song?"

"The memories in snow

became silent as in waters"

"Without out showering,

it is departed away"

"Lonely, as these shadow paths

laments thinking of fate"

"Swiftly fades the clouds

when loves is given ceaselessly"

"I was fully drenched in the

tear drop of the whole night"

"The memories in snow

became silent as in waters"

"Without out showering,

it is departed away"

"As sorrowful snow drops

narrates the tale and falls"

"Someone listens to the flower

as the hymns of dusk are sung"

"I sang the tender

song of the soul"

"The memories in snow

became silent as in waters"

"Without out showering,

it is departed away"

After his death they kept

his head on the flag host

My mother!

Bacardi, go inside.

Go man.

Bacardi, bring the waki, man.

Good boy, go inside.

Mother!

Bacardi, bring that

torn piece of cloth.

Give.

Good boy, good boy.

I'm sorry sir, to tell an excuse,

there will be many reasons.

I don't want to hear anything.

Nothing should happen to him.

Musharaf! I'm fighting

alone, do something!

Mush araf!

(Greets in the name of Allah)

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