Category: Bob Dylan

Yes, that’s right I am talking about India’s crack commando unit – the National Security  Guards. For almost an year now I have got to interact with the men, their life at work & of course, their weapons!!

The government leaves no stone unturned in trying to project them as one of the best in the world, well on that front there’s no doubt that they indeed are. One look at their training facilities in Manesar & the rigour that each of the men have to go through to make the cut do make them ready for any eventuality. A closer look & things are not really so very rosy. A few very disturbing observations:

1)    It took years for the bureaucrats to actually think of & then reject the sanction of air-conditioned buses for the minimum comfort of travel for members of the elite sky marshal force (52 SAG) in the searing Delhi summer. The sky marshals are probably the best in the world when it comes to shooting at close quarters especially within an aircraft.

2)    Before the 26/11 attacks took place the NSG was actually denied the right to purchase sophisticated weaponry, an absolute necessity when it comes to a firefight in closed environs. The reasons cited were overshooting of the budget.

The 26/11 attacks on Mumbai were an eye-opener & a blessing in disguise for the NSG & the national security apparatus. Hope we really learn from these blunders…reminded me of Bob Dylan’s iconic song “……Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows, That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind!!



Bob Dylan has always captivated me with his insightful lyrics….I think he has them for each & every occassion of life!

    Came across this from the song “Sweetheart Like You” …..something which Indian politics & politicians can identify with, I guess! Here it goes,

          They say that Patriotism is the last refuge

          To which a scoundrel clings.

          Steal a little & they throw you in jail,

         Steal a lot & they make you king.

         There’s only one step down from here, baby,

         It’s called the land of permanent bliss.

         What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

Adios, folks!!