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The Silent Guardian


Eyes as sharp as a Hawk
Claws built to rip flesh from stock
These grey hulled predators stalk
The realms where few dare to knock

What meets the eye is but a light
But lurking, in prowl, is the fight
Even the Gods descend, for it is a sight
And a only a few can stand its might

As they saunter the uncharted depths
Striking terror unto foes aplenty
The mean machines have but on purpose
To guard the walls that can never be built

(c) The First Born (FB 😀 )
(February, 2014)

Arjun is the first born. My Sun Child 🙂 The younger one is the Lion 😀

I’ve gone on and on incessantly about them, so much so they’re part of the Blog Tradition here. 🙂

For those who do not know, Arjun is in the Indian Navy (ok, you probably guessed it from the verse I’ve shared ), a third generation Naval Officer in the family. I’m not sure how, but he simply had to join it. Like his uncles before him, and his grandfather who too had to. The fascination I guess.

And, all said and done, more said and less done, the beating that the Services, particularly the Navy is being given these days, it is particularly heart-rending, for me personally, this verse he has shared. There are those cynical and indifferent personnel both within and without The Armed Forces who speak of sycophants, of corruption, of the ‘system’ that is flawed. And there are still youngsters, who, with eyes wide open, knowing the grim underbelly is not a pretty picture, still find their hearts and destinies entwined with just doing what they do.

This one here, Arjun’s, I like to think is dedicated to the Submarines. The ones that have taken the hardest knock of late. And what I know, is just as much, or as little as you do. Confidentiality and all. Fact. I’m not sure wanting to, or knowing more would help all those brave souls who gave it all. They know. They knew. All along.

I still find inspiration. A surge of pride. A slight missing of a heartbeat, when my heart can’t quite take the weight of that pride when the services are spoken of. No matter what. That’s why I had to write in, knowing my voice was just one among thousands, to The Hindu, on 28 Feb, 2014. That they published the letter the next day was a pleasant surprise, though the reason for having written in was a sad one.


And, no matter what, though he may know a whole lot of things, I’d like to think Arjun does too. 🙂

I had to come out of my self-imposed exile from this space, due to reasons of health, to post this. Couldn’t not, when I read this,  just this evening.

Sham No Varunah.

May Varunah be auspicious.

Godspeed, you brave mariners.

18 March, 2014

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

12 thoughts on “The Silent Guardian

  1. I humbly salute each and every member of our armed forces for their patriotism, their courage and their selflessness. They consciously risk their lives for the rest of their countrymen.

    Believe me, on Feb 28, after I read the first 3 lines of this Letter to the Editor, I said to myself, “This letter must have been written by Usha Pisharody.” I looked down and was proved correct! Your voice may be “just one among thousands”, but it’s good that you made it heard. To quote JFK: “One person can make a difference, and everyone should try.”


    • Thank you PI; I do too – salute these men and women who show such selflessness and dedication!
      Thank you too, for your kind words, and the way you seem to have recognized the writing!


  2. Am glad you wrote 🙂 both to the Editor and here… and hope you are feeling better now!

    Joining the Proactive Indian and everyone else to these silent guardians. Not everyone can get there or comprehend what it is to be a silent guardian and be so with fire in the belly – especially with li’l troubles brewing here and there… May the force be with them and with us 🙂


  3. The verse sounds so much like ‘The Second Coming’.


  4. Each voice counts. Specially when that voice is as passionate as yours. I know of that pride Ushus. And the heartbreak that comes with each word of scorn poured upon that pride.


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  6. I am very happy for having you as my friend, Usha! We are ordinary people…we can just appreciate.

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