I was brought up in a Sardar household since my dad’s boss was a Sardar and his daughter was my classmate. I obviously fell in love with the food and the near constant good cheer in the house. I learnt about all the Gurus and went to the Gurudwara more often than the temple (confession, the kada prasad is irresistible). Then ofcourse, during several road trips with Appa, the only people who would stop anywhere and everywhere to help stranded folk would be a Sardar truck driver… Then everytime I looked at the Armed forces, the Sikhs would be out In huge numbers so I always thought they were strong, full of patriotism and courageous. As I became an adult, I realised I was right !!
Today morning my friend in the army, sent this note on Whatsapp. It’s so true.
Note – this story was brought to light by Kulveer Singh and the link to his blogpost is given below.
Lovely story of Sikhs…
February 24, 2015
“Pakistan can never defeat India”, the Italian remarked…..
That morning in May 1999, on an official trip to Italy, as I had switched on the BBC World News, I had heard the announcement that Indian Air Force had started an offensive on the Kargil peaks and there were fears of a full-fledged war with Pakistan. What had till now been known as a minor incursion by infiltrators was now threatening to engulf the two nations into a suicidal war. My friend Mukul and I had begun our usual tour of the Carrara stone fair; visiting booths of major companies, seeking trade and technology for Indian stone industry.
I vividly remember that stall. A company called FMeccanica, and the company owner sitting stylishly having a chat with his clients. These Italians sure are one stylish lot. Brown shoes and a red golf cap. I still have’nt got over my bias for brown shoes acquired during those yearly trips to Italy.
As we got on with our promotional lecture the conversation veered off to the Kargil news.
“Pakistan can never defeat India”, he suddenly remarked.
“Oh yes”, we said, “Of Course, we have a bigger army”, we said proudly.
“Oh No!, you got it wrong”, said the Italian
“Is that so? How?”
“You know about Sikhs?”, he asked.
“Of course”, I said, “I am a Sikh”
“Oh, are you?”, he remarked with a surprise, as he suddenly got up from his seat, took off his red cap, “Salute’”, he said in his strong Italian accent; even as he asked me as to why I was not wearing the Sikh turban. I grinned sheepishly in response.
“Hats off, my Sikh friend; you don’t know why Pakistan can never defeat India? It cannot defeat India as long as the Sikhs fight for India.”
We were surprised by his reaction. And we asked him as to how he knew about Sikhs and tried to find out the story behind his view.
And then he started speaking animatedly. “My Grandpapa was in Mussolini’s army in World War-II. And he used to tell me a story. He told me that they were winning the war as they moved into Eastern Africa. They won many battles against the British. And then the British brought a regiment of fierce looking warriors. Men that looked like ferocious animals when in battle, the Sikhs. Their war-cry was so frightening that the Italian army used to shiver when it sounded. They attacked with their artillery; when they finished their artillery fire they attacked with their guns; when they finished their bullets they fought with bayonets; and when their bayonets were snatched they fought with knives; and then even as they were bleeding they fought with bare hands.”
I could see the Italian getting more and more excited as he recited the story. He was moving his hands around in the air and acting the part. “My Grandpa used to say that it was the Sikhs that turned the war around. They routed their enemy wherever they went.
￼Italian POWs in East Africa during World War-II
“Finally, my Grandpa was captured by the Sikh regiment”, he said. “He was a Prisoner of War, with limited canteen. Even water was scarce. The Sikhs, the ferocious Sikhs that behaved like hungry lions on the field were like benevolent guardians in the camps. They slept hungry themselves but gave their food to the prisoners. They gave them so much respect and love that my Grandpapa used to say that he had never seen men like the Sikhs. So gallant in war and so gracious in victory.”
“As I grew up, my grandpapa inspired me with stories of Sikhs and asked me to meet some Sikhs if I wanted to be a man. So I went to meet Sikhs in India. I roamed in the Punjab, went to the temples and met many.”
“But, I wanted to see the Sikh Army in Action. So I went to your parade, that big parade in New Delhi, where all regiments of the Indian army march in glory. The parade was magnificient, the Indian army marching proudly, regiment after regiment.” he remarked as he took a book in his hand and moved it smoothly across the table in one straight line he said “this is how smoothly each regiment moved, like one unit”￼
“And then in the distance, I saw the Sikhs”, he said, as he started moving the book across the table. “Boom” he shouted as I saw the book go up an inch, “Boom”, as it went down, even as it moved across in one straight line and he did the entire stretch of the table. “This is how the Sikhs marched, boom, boom, moving like a storm across the road, so disciplined moving like one unit, yet looking so gallant and brave. I have seen the Germans marching, I have seen the march-past of the Russians, but I have never seen an army marching the way the Sikhs do.” He continued for a few more minutes with anecdotes of his grandpa’s and his interaction with Sikhs, as he hammered in the fact that Sikhs were the best fighting force in the world.
“So, my friend, you see. Pakistan can never defeat India, as long as the Sikhs fight for India.”
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The Post gave me Goose Bumps.
No words can make up for what a Italian Man Believed From The First Hand Stories Of His Grand Pa.
We Can Only Join In Saluting Our Gallant Warriors.
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I am glad to see my blog circulating on WhatsApp. And for your appreciation. Would have been happier if my blog of my personal experience would have been copied with credits to my Blogpage
I apologise Kulveer. I didn’t get the details of your page on whatsapp. Will rectify it right away. Thanks for letting me know. I haven’t changed a word.
Thanks Kulveer. Have updated the post with the link to your blogpost along with a note. Thanks for sharing this awesome story.
Thanks Bindu, honoured 🙂
hi Bindu and Kulveer- my husband commands a Sikh Regiment and I have seen the Sikhs in Action countless times, and each time thier war cry of “jo bole so nihaal” brings out the goosebumps.
long live the Sikh Paltans of the Indian Army!
It does bring out the goosebumps, just reading it !! Thanks for sharing.
OMG Bindu never knew you have a blog. A friend pointed me to this post and was so surprised to find that its written by you!
🙂 … Hope you liked the blog. Have been blogging since 2012.