Avalanche in Gayari : 135 Pakistan army men buried alive

  • More than 100 soldiers, including a colonel, were buried under 21m of snow after an avalanche smashed into the Pakistani army's highest battalion headquarters at an altitude of around 4,572m in the mountainous Gayari region near the world's highest battlefield of Siachen on Saturday.

    Do we need this battle ?

    Who wants this battleground to continue?

    Did these poor souls die in vain while incompetent leadership is busy looting the very nation these soldiers are trying to protect ?

    And then we say army took over the country AGAIN ?


  • Very sad.

  • Very sad news and my heart goes to the family of dead soldiers.

    We certainly do not need this battleground at 20,000 feet; indeed we DO NOT need any battle with any neighbours. India is racing fast towards economical development and we are still using/funding Jihadis like Hafiz Saeed as our strategic asset.

    Nearly six years ago, one of my Candian friends compared India and Pakistan and I repeat his words unedited "Jihadi elements like talibans are strategic asset of Pakistan while fast growing Indian IT industry is their economic asset."

  • We need this and other battlefields to build DHA's and Askari's .

  • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_ESk-MWXGE



    A letter from Siachen


    Dear A,

    “We, the willing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing.”

    This quotation was written diagonally on the first page of his diary as he showed me his poems. My host is a young man, whose spirits are still volatile despite the sub-zero temperature of this place. It is our first meeting. He does not know that the quotation is by mother Teresa, he does not know mother Teresa at all. He thinks it was said for him, dismissing any reason for researching its origins. The young man got engaged recently, the reason for an occasional blush whenever the subject of his future comes up. I only reached here the night before, but we are close friends now. There is something in the wind, with flakes, that urge people to speak in never-ending monologues. Discuss emotions, exchange secrets, talk about themselves – things they do not talk about ‘normally,’ not the least when they are engrossed in the workings of the ‘civilised world.’ I asked him about the quotation on the wall and he said let’s call it a day.

    My room, call it my studio apartment, is a typical bunker, built on self-help basis, thanks to our meagre resources. Carved out from a hillock, it is a classical one-window room of fourteen-by-ten feet. The ten-foot high ceiling had 70 girders. Trivial information, you say? I count them every night before I can sleep. No, I have not grown insomniac, but I dare not venture out to count stars in this part of the world.

    On one side, the empty cartons have been arranged, covered by gunny bags, only to be topped by the prayer mat. I have a lot of time to pray and reflect, probably since I am the closest I could get to Him. The other wall supports the bed (an arrangement of empty cartons) upon which lies air mattress, along with our sleeping bags. Tastefully, the big-flower-print bed sheet does not permit the attention to drift to the poor structure of the bed. The dark toilet is an extension of the same room. An old cough syrup bottle has been modified with kerosene oil to serve the purpose of the lamp which practically lights up nothing. The empty ghee cans are our makeshift geysers. Basic instinct is the best aide when it comes to anatomy in the dark bathroom. The room décor is an artistic arrangement of the empty containers of food, fuel and fire. Food cartons serve as tables, fuel cans as stools and empty (fired) cartridges as bedside teapoy items. The most decorated table has boxes of chicken cubes, noodles, egg biscuits, brick-game and yes, our window to the world, the radio. Other inhabitants include a Fujika (a kerosene-lit heater), petromax, the books that you have sent and the military phone – this masterpiece of technology which connects me to you, remains silent. The weather, the snow, the wind, the electric power everything conspires against our probable communication. Reminds me how Shah Latif narrates the plight of Sassi after she had been robbed of Pannu:


    “The camel (which carries Punno) is my enemy, the wind (which is erasing the foot prints of caravan) is my enemy, the sand is my enemy and so are the brothers of Punnu,


    And most of all the sun is my enemy, for having risen so late and not waking me up”

    Our high point of the day arrives when we sit down for dinner. Fresh vegetables are a luxury. We have to live on roasted onions and tomato puree, which is canned. The weather denies us the luxury of fresh vegetables, and much more. After getting over with dinner, we gather around the radio and switch it on. This really is the world on our finger tips. There is no FM here, only the BBC and loads of incomprehensible regional channels. The alternative to BBC is Radio Pakistan, which runs the night-time transmission. About the night-time transmission, it is the radio’s revenge from the television for morning shows.

    Another day has gone. The vigilant sentries change over their duties. Far from home, away from gatherings, phone calls, SMS-es, these men, I think, are doing something which can never be monetised. Purposelessly, looking against the ravishing snowstorms, their biggest foe is the weather. You can never predict its move. It sulks within and you only realise how loosely you hang between a life and death when it hits you. A minor headache turns into cerebral edema and a man full of stories, intentions, commitments and emotions becomes, what they call, a ‘causality.’

    The radio is tuned up and we start receiving our dose of military bashing. A whole lot of qualified individuals start describing us as a merry-making mob, with no clue about how one can party at 20,000 ft above the mean sea level. My mind races. Huge chunks of budget for tomato puree and canned vegetables. Power hungry for morally supporting everyone that we have, people who love us and people who are the reason we live to guard this piece of land. Luxurious lives in a make-shift room with empty cartons. I think the quotation on the wall is not so over-rated.

    Hope to hear from you soon…

    Yours faithfully,


    The author, who wishes to remain anonymous, served his tenure at Siachen with the men who were trapped under an avalanche on Saturday. This letter is one of the several that he wrote to his wife during his time at the glacier.


  • jazbati balckmailing start.

  • @SA

    I am all for peace, but until we have secured peace with India, we have to secure our positions. It takes two to tango for peace and that too for peace with dignity.

    At the same time, we need to give respect to our brave souls who are protecting our borders, specially water source.

    Siachin Glacier is very critical for life in Pakistan being major source of water for Pakistan, i.e. Indus. Based on facts on ground, it is highest priority for Pakistan to secure this source of water. Without water, the life in Pakistan will become even worse.

    "The glacier's melting waters are the main source of the Nubra River in India Ladakh, which drains into the Shyok River. The Shyok in turn joins the Indus River; thus, the glacier is a major source of the Indus."


  • Siphai,

    Ex-COAS (Sipha-slaar Azam of Bahdur Fauj) , "Shaheed" Zia ul Haq has told us that "Siachen par tu ghaas bhi nahi ugtti".

    Should i believe u or "Shaheed" ????:)

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  • @SA

    I gave you the URL of Siachen Glacier and it being major source of water Indus.

    This year because of changes in weather pattern, Siachin Glacier did not melt in a normal fashion resulting in absence of Water for Hydro-Power generation at Tarbela Dam. Now, with sudden weather change the avalanche happened.

    Ofcourse, Pak Army should have monitored that.

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  • sipahi jee

    Wikipedia tu 'hunood or yahood' kii saazish haai. Why should i trust 'yahood or hunood' and not trust the "Sipah Salar Azam" of "World Largest BAHDUR Islami ARMY" ??????

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  • Sharif Aadmi

    For Gao's Mata Sake please cool down


  • Oblivion

    I respect your Gao's Mata . Wont' be better you ask JT who is going red & blue & yellow because i exposed BAHDUR FAUJ ???

  • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e05llo47tEY&feature=player_embedded

    جبل ال طارق صاحب

    اپ سے مرے کچھ سوال ہیں .. ویڈیو کے بارے میں -- ویڈیو میں ایک مجر ، کرنل ، اور کپتان کا بتایا گیا ہے ... کسی سپاہی ... کا نہیں بتایا گیا... کیا مجر ، کرنل اور کپتان کی جان زیادہ قیمتی ہے.... یہ زیادتی ہمیشہ فوج میں ہمیشہ سے ہوتی آیی ہے ... مجر عزیز بھٹی کو جو نشان حیدر دیا گیا تھا ... اس میں کیں جوان تھے جننوں نے بھٹی صاحب سے زیادہ بہادری کا مظاہرہ کیا تھا ... ہمارا منافق میڈیا بھی اسی طرح کا ہے ... کسی بھی سپاہی کا نام نہیں دکھایا گیا-- کسی بھی سپاہی کی فملی کے پاس نہیں گے ... لعنت ہے اسی ٹیلیکاسٹ پہ -- ان کا قصور صرف یہ تھا کے وہ غریب تھے ...

  • ہمارے منافق میڈیا کی منافقت کی انتہا دیکھو ... کرنل ، مجر ، اور کپتان کے گھر والو ن سے انٹرویو لے لیا ... اور بیچارے سپاہی جو غریب تھے ان کے گھر میں نہیں گے ... کرنل کے گر سے ان کو ہڈی مل گئی .... یہ معصوم زہنون کو گندا کر رہے ہیں ... ان کے ڈراموں میں خباثت ہے ... یہ جو ڈرامے دکھاتے ہیں وہ گھٹیا ہوتے ہیں ...


    لعنتیوں کی طرح جیو