Big Problems.. is it??

At times the same compelling sense jurks up the body. I received a mail today. Something forwarded by someone I do not know. It talks about that one minute that he faced in front of the gun. It talks about the decision he made to go in front of the gun for the cause of his Motherland notwithstanding the fact that he too had a family.. a 18 month old daughter.. At times I happen to see and get to know what went in the mind of that one soldier who was fighting on a moonlight night to re-capture the three pimples.. At times I really start questioning the size of the problems that I consider big.. No, I cannot be there at the border. I am not there with the guns. But does that mean that the spark in me has no place to take shape of the same fire..? People give away their lives.. For a "cause" and on some evenings in front of the comp I wonder what do I do? People give their lives and there is no news.. How do I go and ask for publicity.. I am a ridiculous fools to assume that I am anything more than the dust in the temple of Mother India.... She has sons.. who truly feel..