The Gate to a different land...


I recently read an article titled "Bangladesh not a different country" in a magazine. While reading the article I recalled an incident. Around eight years back, I had got a chance of visiting Indo-Bangladesh border. My uncle was DIG in BSF and was posted in Siliguri, West Bengal at that time. Thanks to him that we got this lifetime opportunity. That day we had our lunch in an army base and we travelled in an army bus. I was quite excited about seeing a border for the first time. When we reached there, I saw the huge gate that separated India and Bangladesh. There was a Bangladeshi soldier on the other side of the gate with a big gun in his hand. Among children, there were four people: me, my brother and two of our cousins. As we saw the Bangladeshi soldier, we all got a bit scared of the big gun that he was holding. He looked at us and smiled. Its so true that human emotions transcend national boundaries. Our uncle asked us to go and shake hands with him. So we crossed the gate and entered Bangladesh. I can't really explain how it felt as we walked a few steps to find ourselves in a different country!!! We shook hands with him. It was a firm shakehand or an "armyman shakehand" as i call it. He also allowed us to pluck some grass from there as a souvenir of our visit(children can be so ridiculously stupid at times)!!! Now when i think of it, i feel that had it not been his uniform and the big gun in his hand, we would probably have thought of him as one of us. When we had crossed the gate, the land was no different, the air was no different, and the man was no different. Still, it was not India but Bangladesh....




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