Rudyard Kipling"
āWhen you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldierā
General Douglas MacArthur"
āWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā
āIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā āOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
āThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā
āMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā āThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
āNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
āIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
COMMENT - From hunger to hope: Your turn to rise, Malaysians By R Nadeswaran
Wednesday, May 13, 2026
Malaysiakini : Soon after arriving, his father returned home, leaving Yashasvi with
an uncle. Within days, the boy struck out on his own. He worked at a
hawkerās stall before finding shelter in a groundsmanās tent at Azad
Maidan, the famous cricket ground.
His diet was glucose biscuits
and the occasional free meal; his sustenance was cricket. From dawn to
dusk, he batted, practised, and played, honing his skills with
relentless focus.
Two
years later, coach Jwala Singh spotted and took Jaiswal in, became his
legal guardian, and together they pursued the dream. Today, Yashasvi
represents India in all formats of the game - a testament to resilience
born of solitude and struggle.
Yashasvi Jaiswal
Vaibhav
Suryavanshiās journey could not be more different. From a small town in
Bihar, it is an experience that is less about solitude and more about
sacrifice. His parents believed in his passion when many families would
have steered their children toward studies and safe careers.
His
father, Sanjeev, made immense sacrifices, ferrying him to training 100km
on a scooter three times a week. His mother woke at 4am daily to
prepare meals so her son could devote himself fully to cricket.
At
five, Vaibhav practised at the doorstep; at seven, he joined Samastipur
Sports Academy under coach Brijesh Jha. Later, his fatherās long rides
to Patna ensured he received advanced training.
The family faced
financial crises, but they never gave up. Their belief carried Vaibhav
forward. Turning 13 two years ago, he made history as the youngest
player ever picked in an Indian Premier League auction, snapped up by
the Rajasthan Royals for RM420,000 after a bidding war.
These days, he is worth much more. Sponsors are standing in line; his rewards have escalated, and rightly so.
Now
15, having already made headlines in the Under-19 World Cup (scoring
175 in the final against England), he is on the cusp of making the
senior team and history.
Grit and faith
Together,
these stories teach us that there is no single formula for success.
Yashasviās rise was carved out of hunger, hardship, and self-belief.
Vaibhavās
ascent was nurtured by parental sacrifice and unwavering support. One
story is about resilience in solitude; the other is about the power of
family.
Stories like those of Yashasvi and Vaibhav (who are now
millionaires) show young athletes that success is not reserved for the
privileged few. Yashasviās hunger and resilience prove that even without
resources, discipline and obsession can carve a path forward.
Vaibhav Suryavanshi
Vaibhavās
journey highlights how parental belief and sacrifice can transform raw
talent into opportunity. For local players, these examples are more than
cricket tales - they are blueprints for perseverance and support
systems that can make dreams possible.
For our communities, the lesson is clear: nurturing local talent requires both individual grit and faith from those around them.
Coaches, parents, and mentors can play the same role Jwala did for Yashasvi, or Vaibhavās parents did for him.
By
investing time, encouragement, and resources - even in small ways -
local athletes can be lifted from obscurity to recognition. These
episodes remind us that talent exists everywhere; what matters is
creating the conditions where belief and hard work can meet, and winners
can emerge.
But the conclusion is the same: when hard work meets
belief - whether self-belief or parental belief - there is always a
winner. Cricket may be the backdrop, but the lesson stretches far beyond
the boundary ropes.
Local talents
In every
field, every art, every pursuit, success is not about replicating
someone elseās path. It is about finding the fuel - whether hardship or
support - that powers your own.
And that is why these tales bear
repeating. They remind us that greatness is never accidental. It is
forged in tents and on scooters, in hunger and in hope. It is built on
sacrifice, discipline, and belief. And when those forces collide, the
scoreboard eventually lights up with victory.
For young
Malaysians, the challenge is whether they are ready to embrace the same
hunger and discipline. Yashasviās solitude and Vaibhavās family
sacrifice show two paths to the same destination - proof that talent
alone is never enough.
Local
players must ask themselves: are they willing to endure the grind, the
early mornings, the sacrifices, and the setbacks? Are parents, coaches,
and communities prepared to back them with the same faith and support?
Malaysia
has no shortage of raw talent. What it often lacks is the
infrastructure of belief - mentors who spot promise in the shadows,
families who dare to invest in passion, and institutions that nurture
rather than neglect.
If Malaysians can combine grit with support,
hunger with hope, then the next great story need not come from Mumbai or
Bihar. It can be written right here, on Malaysian soil.