The Journey of DESH

I moved to Calcutta in 2017. My PhD studies brought me here.  I started calling it home since then. In fact, it is. Apart from my academic pursuits, the city has become dearer to me because of the families whom I got to know about through DESH. Scrolling through Facebook the same year one day made me come across a public group called DESH. It was a small group then created on this social media platform on 26 February 2014. 

DESH is the firstborn of two selfless ladies - Mrs. Anasuya Mitra and Mrs. Adrija Sen. DESH is a group of committed individuals that gives moral, psychological, emotional, and social support to the martyrs’ families in India irrespective of the ranks since 2014. It thrives on the motto –“Janani Janma Bhoomischa Swargaadapi Gariyasi”. The aim of the founders of DESH is to make the people of our nation aware of the sacrifices of the soldiers in protecting the democracy of the nation. DESH is a community contributor. DESH promotes patriotic storytelling sessions of the real heroes of the nation amongst the school children. Every year team DESH sends around 8000 Rakhis to the forces serving across the far-flung borders. It reaches out to hundreds of martyrs’ families on their birthdays and martyrdom days with Flowers for the Heroes and every happy and significant occasion across India every year. DESH plays a pivotal role in reshaping the identities of martyrs in the present myopic society. It aims to bring the legacy of the fallen heroes and war veterans to the common mass and millennials, specifically, through observation and remembrance of the important days. DESH celebrates Diwali by Diye Shaheedon Ke Liye each year remembering Ek Saathi Aur Bhi Tha. Interestingly DESH has chosen to be neither a non-profit nor an organisation for the best-known reasons. Instead, DESH believes in personal touch with the martyrs’ families in their pain as well as pride. The founders of  DESH solely believe in Karma. They have imbibed the words of their mothers. Indeed DESH is family. 

                        

   Mrs. Anasuya Mitra - Founder of DESH along with her little Gunja 

My meeting with Mrs. Adrija Sen goes back to a summer 2018 afternoon over a cup of cold coffee at CCD Kankurgachi prior to her birthday. We knew each other even before we met. A former software engineer by profession, Mrs. Sen’s parenting goals for her kids –Pupe and Rishi leave me in awe every time. She traveled far across Kargil along with a few volunteers from DESH on a pilgrimage to commemorate the twenty years of Kargil Vijay Diwas in 2019 in her own capacity. Having tried for the defence forces in her formative years appeals to her to work for the cause with head, heart, and soul. The same year I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Mrs. Anasuya Mitra while volunteering on one of the few occasions in Calcutta for DESH. Leaving behind the post of a project scientist in Remote Sensing applications at the Ministry of Earth Sciences, the life of the frenzied animal lover and a Bethune Collegiate school alumna Mrs. Mitra revolves around the little Gunja, Ghonty (her cat) and DESH. Their common love for Swami Vivekananda, Swami Ramakrishna Paramahansa, Netaji, the forgotten Indian National Army, and the unsung freedom fighters is limitless. My profound respect for the two lionesses from the common educated Bengali households of Calcutta is immense, understanding that both are deeply involved in the cause of the fallen soldiers and their families with no expectations and returns. Over time I have bonded with the two supremely ‘No-nonsense’ taking attitude ladies for their immense love for my home state – be it Puri, Lord Jagannath, Dalma, or Naveen Babu. I admire the fearless spirits of the two school childhood friends with such clear vision and powerful conviction. Meeting martyr families across various cities in India through DESH has been life-altering for me on a personal level. DESH is an inevitable part of my life now.  

 

                                        

                                     Mrs. Adrija Sen - Founder of DESH 

DESH’s platform for launching the first book on military literature in Bengali - ‘Kargil Er Akashe’ of a veteran by India’s youngest Param Veer Chakra (Bravest of the Brave) recipient Subedar Major Yogendra Singh Yadav in the humble presence of Netaji’s grandnephew Sri Abhijit Roy needs special mention.  DESH’s efforts to reach out to appreciate the defence forces who put back the Amphan hit Calcutta amidst COVID-19 in their own small way call for huge applause. With the responsibility to not send flowers to the martyrs on their important days while seeking precautions at the receiver’s end in this pandemic, their active presence in others' lives has not been diluted. The wonderful initiative of ‘Vartaalap – Know your Hero’ sessions with the families of the martyrs online by Mrs. Sen and Mrs. Mitra is noteworthy. Currently, team DESH is a huge family of a few active and strong volunteers of different age groups spread across different cities in India and 9,200 supporters both in India and abroad. With ‘Rashtra Seva Sarvopari’, DESH serves the honour of the men who served our nation. It celebrates martyrs and their families, war veterans, Veer Naris, and every unsung hero. This acknowledgment is rare and one of its kind. Though largely appreciated by the veterans of the forces and recognized by actor Bikram Saluja, DESH does not compete with the likes of the society but for the families who have been broken, deserted, and forgotten. 

“A soldier dies only when his country forgets him and his supreme sacrifices.

Our motherland is a land of brave warriors.

There are many brave hearts who gave their lives for our country and us.
                     But no one knows about them, their stories, and their bravery.
            DESH sings the amazing songs of those unsung heroes of ours.

Come, know them, and join them in singing their eternal songs." 

Long live India!! Jai Hind!!

                 The author is an active volunteer at DESH.           

           The article has been published in   

    https://myvoice.opindia.com/2020/07/the-journey-of-desh/ 

and

https://www.womensweb.in/2020/08/the-journey-of-desh-a-platform-to-celebrate-martyrs-families-in-india/                                                  

The Valiance of the Mother of a Martyr

 A visible effect on urban media and flushed up posts on the Day, celebrating the altruistic love between the daughters, sons and their mothers. Indeed it is Mother’s Day! A man-in-uniform, too must have written a post on his timeline with a picture of his Mamma, in similar words. 

“Though I am at a point of distance farther from you, though you think I am in a castle of  war and death, I want to tell you Mamma that I miss you. Your blessings are a bonus to my physical strength and span of life. You are the hope and belief of mine because you are the point of my creation for which I am on the land to fulfill my duties assigned by the Real Creator. I wish you carry on the same strength Mamma, which you bore when you brought me up into the beautiful world of your lap. I’ll be home soon. I just want to let you know that I love you Mamma and I wish you a Happy Mother’s Day”.  

No matter if she is a literate modern lady or a rural home-maker, what must have she thought inside her heart when she must have gone through the post or what must have gone through the heart of his sister when she must have read it to the mother on his behalf? All of a sudden, did she gather a state of calmness in her mind or a moment of pride wrapped with the smile on her face?

Otherwise a nostalgic thought must have crossed her that stance of the good old days, each time when he must have come home with a bleeding elbow from the cricket ground during his teens and how she must have gone mad on him of not being careful, just because it hurt her heart to see his blood but the anger acted a shield of strength on her face.

Again each time when he must have been slapped by his teacher in the school, what would she have done to the teacher, or how would she have reacted on seeing her little son upset. Indeed, a little more strength, she must have carried.

And wonder!! What that same selfless, fierce yet a pious woman must have thought when she had decided to send her boy for the service of Folks of her Nation.

It remains an un-descriptive thought for every clueless human, a tough thing to be thought and the hardest to believe about the state of mind, of the woman, called Mother. For the first time when she must have looked upon him with the uniform on his body and the day she sent off her son to serve.

What must she have said to the boy, when he warmly touched her feet and bid goodbye for the time being, because the borders gave him a call of duty.

Mother!!!  If someone would want to talk to you about your cognition when he spoke to you before he finally must have stepped up on the bogie, and when Mamma’s boy must have smiled and hugged you tight, with a word to return home soon.

With a vigour, could you have believed on the day when you, while dining with family instantly come across certain videos on TV where your uniform laden son was being abused and maltreated by a number of strangers on the street. It makes sense that a corner of your heart must have cried and screamed out with an unseen injury, to which you would have wrapped up with a pride filled girth of your chest. Each day within your morning and evening prayers you would have sought for your son’s victorious long life.

But then again another day during same dining the moment when a news telecasts a fellow boy of your son being buried underneath the snow over the altitudes, your heart again must have thumped loud, asking the Mother Earth for why she got rude being another mother? The incidence of a broken out gun battle at the nearest area of his posting where you must have heard that a few of his fellow mates being martyred. How have you held yourself until you heard about your son being safe? 

When the whole country must have mourned on their martyrdom, what was the thing you held inside, mother? For her when we talk about, a glimpse of her son smiling makes her day or a beautiful talk of her girl makes her feel complete. 

There is another side of her being firm like a rock when her eyes bleed out of ache, when the same son of hers returns back home with a wrapped Tricolor around his blood pooled body, to see the young boy of hers inside a coffin. Who could define the state of her heart at that juncture, the same fierce and a proud woman when calls for death, so as to make it possible to talk to her boy again, just once again. 

Undoubtedly the easiest job for anyone is to pay a heed after the later consequences of the war and the martyred boy of the same mother, had it been much proudly given a deserved esteem, admiration and reverence to the one, prior.

To the Woman, selfless, pious, a chosen up creature of His behalf, bringing up humanity, serving humanity, who donates her womb to the service for all of us. Regards, Honour and the warmest of the wishes on Mother’s Day.

  

                     

Guest contributor Dr. Radhika J. Sharma, a proud Dogra from the beautiful mountains of Kathua in Jammu & Kashmir is a veterinarian and poetess.