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CLICK HERE to read an interesting article from THE HINDU, dated 04 Oct. 2012.

I do not know much of the incidents in and around Operation Blue Star but one thing I am sure that Jarnail Singh Brar/Bhindranwale was allotted 10 arms licenses at a stretch on the recommendations of PMO, which was then headed by Mrs Indira Gandhi. Jarnail had earlier campaigned a lot for the Congress party in assembly elections and even fielded his candidates for SGPC elections. After being unsuccessful in democratic methods, he was frustrated and wanted to try other means to get in power. It was this power-hunger of Jarnail which made him fall in the trap of the ex Chief Minister of Punjab Giani Zail Singh and Mrs Gandhi. Both of them used Jarnail to destabilise the Akali Dal government of Prakash Singh Badal in Punjab. And they were even successful to some extent. Jarnail carried out widespread killings of Nirankaris and Hindus including Lala Jagat Narain. But soon Mrs Gandhi’s pet turned against her and pointed the barrel at her own godmother. He called her bitch and all other sorts of name. But even then Mrs Gandhi was assured that Jarnail would return to her with swinging tails and so she even asked the then Haryana Chief Minister Bhajan Lal to go slow on Jarnail.

Jarnail never actually demanded Khalistan in the first place but warned his sikh brothers of insecurity they are facing in the ocean of Hindus. Although later he said on one occasion that if he is granted a separate country, he would not refuse. Obviously this statement came under the influence of ISI who provided him arms and money. Mrs Gandhi kept on ignoring Jarnail and considered him as a minor threat. She was more occupied with the Red Terrorists emerging in the eastern part of the country then. But when she actually thought of teaching Jarnail a lesson, he had went inside the temple with arms and ammunition and had strongly fortified it. He was infact warned by his ISI friends of a military crackdown, today or tomorrow.

Many top army brass refused to carry out the operation and had to face the wrath of Mrs Gandhi. Finally it was Gen Vaidya who took up the job of leading his men into the most controversial military operation of the world. He was supported by Mr Brar. It was Brar’s decision to call in the tanks to make a final assault. Within minutes of the involvement of the tanks, Bhagwan Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale a.k.a. Bhindru was dead.

But still some questions haunt the Sikh community people and the personnel of Indian Amry:

QUE 1) Was Indian Army and its personnel who carried out Operation Blue Star did anything wrong?

QUE 2.) Was Bhindranwale a freedom fighter and thus a martyr or simply a terrorist?

QUE 3.) Is the assassination of Gen Vaidya and attempted assassination on Lt. Gen Brar justified?

QUE 4.) Why was Bhindranwale allowed in the first place to have weapons and also allowed to fortify the Golden Temple premises?

Questions may be lot more, but the answer lies in an another incident which took place in Akshardham temple of Gujarat where around 200-250 devotees were taken hostage by two terrorists. NSG commandos were deputed to flush out the terrorists and they did the job as usual. However they even lost one of their companion in the gunfight. Around 40-50 civilians also died in the crossfire. But no hindu came up and said  that the NSG operation was not justified or those who entered the Akshardham temple to kill the terrorists must be assassinated, etc etc. Even the muslims of India and most of the other nations of the world do not call those terrorists as martyrs as terrorists do not have any religion or ideology. They are simply psychopaths suffering from some sort of serious neuron disorder. So why are these sikhs making so much brouhaha. Bhindru was a terrorist and so was gunned down. Sikh should in fact be thankful to people like Mr Brar who freed the community of its stain.


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Posted by on October 6, 2012 in THE REBELS


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It started from the second year of my college life. Everything was going fine, good friends, books, marks and teachers, until i fell in love with a cute, charming, sweet, and attractive deep eyed girl named “xyz”. It took me few weeks to finally drew up all the courage in the world to propose her. And guess what she accepted. Life had never been so beautiful. From cafe to class, from computer lab to library, from movies to dinners, from studies to bunks, from cell phones to chats, she was always there with me. But one black Wednesday i found out she was cheating on me, and not only me she was cheating one other guy also. I was broken, torn, cheated, humiliated and cast off. I decided to take revenge. I took a pistol and fired at her. She died instantaneously. My revenge didn’t end here. I vowed to kill each and every girl named “xyz”. Why only “xyz”, I swear to kill every women in this world. I became a NAXALITE. Yes this is what naxalism says and this is what in true sense is naxal ideology.

Nowadays from morning to evening, all I could see and think of is books. From history to geography, from Pratiyogita Darpan to Chronicle, from Economics to International Affairs, from Lokpal to Sri Lankan Human Rights sanction; my dad could very well sense my condition and so he planned a trip for my refreshment, and guess what next day I was in Saranda, the forest of 700 hills, that’s where it got its name from – a forest that is said to be the largest in Asia. Now this is the way to lessen the mental strain of your son – bring him to place with physical strains. What else can you expect from your policeman father – a trip to Mcleodganj. (I remember accompanying my dad to City Park for evening walks only to find him shouting at the love birds hiding themselves behind the bushes – policemen can never understand testosterones and estrogens ).

The Saranda Forest

Saranda is perhaps the most beautiful forest I have ever seen, (however I have seen only couple of National Parks), but this one for sure is the place to remember. There are hills, hills and hills, with dense forest cover. Sometimes you are at the height to 13000 ft, other minute you are down hundred feet below the sea level (iron mines). There are several civilizations residing in these dense forests, some of them are educated and speak hindi too. Even tourism has started its wings here. A very good sign indeed.  A year before one cannot even think of wandering around this place. There were no roads, no transport, no electricity, no schools and no hospital. Perhaps the blame can be put on the government of the state from 1947-1960. However after 1960’s the blame is only on the Mukherjees, Banerjees, Sanyals, Basus, Majumdars etc. These people with their so called revolutionary ideas never let the government do development works in these areas so that they can fool the local poor and uneducated people about the indifferent attitude of the government towards their welfare. Whenever a contractor took up a contract to build roads, they killed him, only to show the poor tribals that government is not interested in building roads in their village, whenever government tried to set up schools and hospitals, they blew up the building only to isolate the local inhabitants from the government’s welfare plans. From past 50 years these propagators of Mao Tse Tung have never let government develop railways and electricity in these areas. They haven’t even let these local inhabitants to study science, history and geography, instead at the age they should be studying mathematical tables, they were made to study Karl Marx, Communism, romances of bloody revolution, overthrow of democratic government and establishment of communist (so called people’s) government. At the time they should be taught to look forward to modern scientific era, they were taught of atrocities committed by security forces during British era. And guess they succeeded in making these tribals believe their side of story. They now believe that government is their enemy which does nothing for their benefit and these people wearing khaki kurtas, western educated, with huge bank balances, going for leave only during navratris are their true friends.

On our way to Saranda

Saranda Forest shares the area with Odisha and Chhattisgarh, so one moment we were in Jharkhand and the other moment we were having our tea in an Odisha government guest house. In the evening we went to see the Sunset point just behind our guest house in Kiru Buru (Chaibasa, Jharkhand) and the next day in Odisha to see Sunrise point. However this was not the real reason (don’t tell my dad) why I was here. A year before this was the place feared most by the security forces. Conquering Saranda had remained a dream for British, a failed mission for Indira Gandhi’s army and unsuccessful operation for CRPF. But this time they have decided to not let it go. Somewhere in Ranchi, inside an air-conditioned hall, the honchos of Jharkhand, Odisha and Chhattisgarh Police were busy scratching their heads to make a fool proof plan. The BSF, CRPF and ITBP officers were busy appropriating the arsenal. Supporting them were some of the unnamed Indian army Infantry officers (expert in jungle warfare). So the plan ready – surround the Forest from Odisha and Jharkhand side and push the naxalites deep inside Chhattisgarh where thousands of security forces would be already waiting for them. The BSF brought its artillery, Indian Air Force its Dhruva. After ten days of continuous fighting, the security forces now claim to have broken the spine of the naxals. And indeed, visit saranda and you can see their claim to be justified. The roads say the half of story, we have a guest house deep inside the forest, and yo the electricity too. Nothing was there last year. The ideal villages have been developed for the inhabitants where no one is allowed to go without permission (tribals prefer to remain aloof). There they have continuous water supply through a nearby river, which has been made to flow in a reservoir by the security forces. The state transport buses can be seen running around and a first class metalled road.

Near the Guest House

But the question still remains in my mind, how have the security forces been able to complete the saranda operation and how effectively are they holding the regained territories? The Police and the paramilitary forces have no doubt done a commendable job and they are still having high morals. Speaking to Asst Sub Inspector, Kiru Buru, Mr Paswan, about the difficulties faced by the police and paramilitaries, he said laughingly, “chhup ke bomb laga ke bhaag jaate hain, aamne saamne lade to hum 20 bhi 200 ko sambhal lenge” (they secretly install the land mines and run away, if they dare to fight face to face, only 20 of us will be enough for their 200). According to a report published by Ministry of Home affairs, around 200 -250 Indian Army personnel are involved in training the naxals. Many of them are retired officers. They train the naxals in warfare, whereas we train our policemen in criminal laws and forensics. They train the naxals in planting IEDs whereas we train the policemen for bandobast duties. And then their arsenals. They have weapons from China procured through NISCM (Naga Group) and we have the famous .303 rifles of World War II left by British army. However it is good to see that our police top brass have of late realized the need to train and equip our forces to fight these red terrorists neck to neck. With police and CRPF camps being set up deep inside the jungles, the hold of the naxalites are getting lose day by day. The places where naxals used to roam freely are now dared by CRPF’s LRPs (Long Range Penetration Patrols). The CISF units have been placed in control of the mining areas where naxals used to supervise mining through their own trusted men. Now we have SAIL and TATAs doing the job. There is a TATA hospital and a Kendriya Vidyalaya (Government school) as deep as in Kiru Biru, and trust me you can see children with school bags – the tribal children. Government is also helping the tribal youths take up employment. Recently Indian Air Force released 5000 vacancies through open recruitment especially for the naxalites affected districts of Jharkhand and Odisha.

The success of police force and the fear that they have created in the hearts of naxalites is evident from the fact that almost all the naxal sympathizers and journalists are in single voice demanding the stoppage of Operation Green Hunt. No other single operation has created so much fear as this one. Under this operation, police forces use the technique of Long Range Penetration Patrols and Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols which is no doubt vulnerable to skirmishes. And this is exactly what they look for. LRP – Reconnaissance are a group of 3-4 men who function deep behind the enemy lines. They act as pathfinders and generally do not engage with the enemy. Next comes the LRP – Penetration which consists of 30-40 men including sniper, RPG, medic, etc. They are able to remain and determined to move as much inside the enemy lines as possible and willing enough to get into encounters. Now at this point the world becomes the chessboard where every move is preceded with a move to counter the opponent’s third move. The offices are loaded with contour maps and toposheets with experts splitting their midnight coffees over them. The open space inside the forest is located where an outpost can be established. And the outposts are never established before a network of few other outposts are set up to make up a spider web. There have been many instances where naxalites were fooled by the presence of single CRPF outpost with 4-6 men and they thought it as their Sunday. But as soon as they opened fire on the post, they received fire from various directions. Yes the WAR IS POLITICS WITH BLOOD.

The most important drawback of the anti-naxal operations is the lack of intelligence. However the District Superintendents have been provided with sufficient funds to maintain an effective espionage system, but no one is ready to volunteer to spy for police, even for a big price. The reason, if they are caught, their whole family is brutally given death sentence by Naxalites’ Kangaroo courts. On the other hand, Naxals have an effective spy system. Every tea-stall walla, every rickshaw wallah, every auto driver, and every dhaba walla (motel owner) are naxal’s spy. They keep an eye on every CRPF camp, every Police stations and report any movement of the forces. Whenever the forces move out in numbers, they sound an alarm to their masters. The police force has not only to develop an effective intelligence network but also a counter intelligence network. They have not only to collect the data about naxals next step but also about their intelligence agency’s payrolls. Speaking to Superintendent of Police, Chaibasa, Mr Srinivas Arun Kumar regarding spy network, said, “In recent months we have been able to develop a better spy network but the biggest problem is that many of them work for both the sides… now we have decided to camouflage our own men into their ranks. This is the riskiest job in the world but we do not have alternatives. We already have many state police jawans in their ranks. This is risky, very risky. But also it is a time tested historical idea tried by almost all the rulers of all the ages. THE NATURE OF POLITICS NEVER CHANGES”.

Gone are the days when you used to fight the wars with full principles and ideologies, when you used to put down your arms as soon as sun settles down. Here you have to play dirty. Now this is what the Special Forces of the State Police do. This is what “Greyhounds” did for the Andhra Police and this is what “Jaguars” are inclined to do for Jharkhand. Their training camps are not situated at any peace place but deep inside the maoists’ dens. They are trained inside the jungles in jungle warfare. You have to raise a force which is very much ANGRY, DETERMINED, MANIPULATIVE, AMORAL, INTELLIGENT, OBSESSED, PATRIOTIC AND RUTHLESS. ‘They kill one you kill four’ is the principle here. ‘Never look back you’re definitely being followed’ is the rule here. Remember ‘Anti Land Mine Vehicle is the most unsafe against the Land Mines’. ‘Do not drink water from fresh water sources, they are poisoned’. ‘Do not enjoy the singing birds, they are not birds’. And the most important ‘DO NOT USE THE SAME ROUTE TWICE’.

Not only the forces but even the officers have to be cunning, clever, calculating and crooked. Say bye to the days when rulers were known by their virtues and rule of laws. This is the day of arousing myth and mysteries in your favour. The myth – ‘Greyhounds are cannibals’, the mystery – ‘from where are these human bones coming from, what happened to their flesh’, the command – ‘gaurding an outpost deep inside the forest surrounded by naxals’, respect – ‘bringing back home your injured friend’ and fear – ‘policemen are bad people’. Yes Indeed they are. In these conditions you cannot expect them to be Gandhi.


Note: Photos are original.


Posted by on March 24, 2012 in THE REBELS


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They ambush and kill security forces They ambush and kill security forces
They (generally) do not kill civilians They (generally) do not kill civilians
They are fighting for the rights of local tribals They are fighting for the rights of local people
They receive money and other benefits from foreign lands They receive money and other benefits from foreign lands
They say that government has ignored development in their areas They say that government has ignored development in their state
They say they have no job, no food, no house, no drinking water, and no education. They say they have no job, no food, no drinking water, and no education.
They say the deaf government will not listen through democratic non-violent methods so violent means are justifiable They say the deaf government has ignored their democratic non-violent protests and demands so now violent means are justifiable



We do not call them terrorists But we call them terrorists
We accuse Government of India for their taking up arms But we accuse Government of PAKISTAN for their taking up arms
We accuse security force’s brutalities for their taking up arms We applaud security force’s for their work in Kashmir
We have evidence to prove that they provide military training to children (6-16 yrs) and employ them in their operation We do not have any substantial evidence regarding involvement of small kids in the operation – at least none of them have been killed in operation with security forces
We support their fight against injustice done to their community – and call them TRIBAL RIGHTS ACTIVISTS We condemn their fight against injustice done to their people – and call them TERRORISTS
The journalists, reporters, writers, and other people who support their cause and fight are called as SOCIAL ACTIVISTS The journalists, reporters, writers and other people who support their cause and fight are called as SEDITIOUS & TRAITORS

The question here is WHY?

If we are not willing to call the Naxalites as HINDU TERRORISTS, why do we call the Kashmiri youths as ISLAMIC TERRORISTS? For me there is no difference between a Naxalite (Hindu) and a Kashmiri youth (Muslim). If we cannot call the Naxals as Hindu Terrorists, PLEASE DON’T CALL THE KASHMIRI YOUTHS AS MUSLIM TERRORISTS.

India is one.

All Indians are equal .

All Indians, irrespective of caste, creed, religion, sex and place of birth have equal fundamental rights.

Then why this double stranded approach between Chhattisgarh and J&K. Why do we have draconian laws like Armed Forces Special Power Act (AFSPA) in Kashmir and no such law in Chhattisgarh? (Don’t take this to mean that I support the implementation of AFSPA in Chhattisgarh – NO, NEVER).

Why do we have 700,000 security personnel for counter insurgency operations in Kashmir (c. 100,000 sq km) and not even 1% of it in Dantewada, (Bastar district – 40,000 sq km) – forget the size of whole Chhattisgarh.

Why do we appreciate the efforts of the people like Swami Agnivesh, Binayak Sen, Arundhati Roy and call them as sympathizers, on the other hand criticizing the similar ideology people from Kashmir – calling them Seditious.

Why is this double stranded approach towards Kashmiri people? Simply because we are Hindus and they are Muslims. India is a secular country and at least for me there is no difference between Chhattisgarh and Kashmir – a Naxalite and a Kashmiri Youth – a Muslim and a Hindu.



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Posted by on April 26, 2011 in THE REBELS


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the teenage boys as naxalites

This is exactly what I call courage journalism. The HEADLINES TODAY – an English new channel today documented an hour long episode on RED CHILD TERROR. The female journalist Ms Neha Dixit went inside the ‘Saranda jungle’ which even our security forces fear to move in. Although she was asked by the naxals to put down her camera, she managed to take the footage through a hidden camera. One need to have as much courage as Alexander the Great to perform such kind of job – because inside the jungle if you are  caught with the camera you will for sure be vapourised – no one is going to see you again.

According to Dixit’s report, there are around 400-500 child naxalites in Saranda forests. Dixit managed to speak to few child naxalites who openly spoke of their journey to dalam. The child naxalites are inducted at the age of six and given permanent commission in the organisation at sixteen. During this 10 yr of training period, they spend first few years as courier boys and spotters. Their duty is to keep vigil on the border areas of forests and report any outsiders in the forest. They seat themselves on machans atop high trees to keep track of any security force’s movements. They carry with them night vision binos. At the age when they should be taught about India’s Freedom Struggle, History, Culture, Geography and Scientific wonders, they are taught about Police brutalities, Maoist ideologies, Capitalists coming to forests and snatching away their lands, the romances of revenge and overthrowing the corrupt government by use of bullet.

After completing their preliminary course in the above syllabus they are provided military training which include rifle drill, planting IEDs, using RDX, rope climbing, building trenches and fox holes, ambushing, etc. At the age of sixteen they are posted with one of the department of dalam – Intelligence, Infantry, Police or even Judiciary.

One of the girl child naxalite confessed to Dixit that in their village every family has to send one member to the organisation otherwise everyone would be killed. Recalling her story she said one day when she returned to home after working in fields, she saw ashes of her burnt house. The members of dalam were present there – they said that Policemen set fire to her home and carried away her father. She is still not sure whether it was Police or someone else who set fire to her house.

Dixit also speaks about the modus operandi of Naxalites in combating security forces. Child Naxalites are put up as shields by the Naxals in the cross firing, often resulting in number of casualties among child naxalites. They are used as buffer zones and even if they are not very skilled with rifles they are made to fight on front lines because they are sure security forces would be reluctant to kill a child – and this is exactly – the Trap.

An exactly similar incident occurred in Bokaro, a district of Jharkhand, somewhere back in 2005-06. The CISF post was approached by some 30-40 children demanding water to quench their thirst. But as soon as CISF personnel ordered them to go away, the children opened fire. For few seconds CISF men were taken by surprise – and this was exactly the trap. Behind the children there were around 300-400 naxalites hiding and when they found CISF men engaged with children, they attacked the post with full might. The night long of cross firing resulted in multiple child naxalite’s death – or martyrdom as they call.

In J&K, on an average 600-650 Indian Army personnel get killed in terrorist activities every year –  that means in past 5 yrs around 3000 army personnel have died due to Muslim terrorism. The deaths due to bomb blasts in different cities of India during past 5 yrs cannot be in any case more than 1000. So adding up all these, the total deaths due to Muslim Terrorism in India in past 5 yrs stands at around 4000. On the other hand, if we can trust the report of The Economic Times, more than 10,500 people have died in seven states in past five yrs due to RED TERRORISM  – the one I prefer to call HINDU TERRORISM. If we further add up other Hindu Terrorist organisations like ULFA, BODO, NAGA, etc. the death tolls would be much higher.



Posted by on April 21, 2011 in THE REBELS


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About 10 Police men are forced to lock themselves inside the Police Station at Lalgarh for more than 3 days. The City of Lalgarh has been completely lost by Indian government to the Rebels. The leaders of Lalgarh have been victorious in liberating the city from corrupt bureaucrats, the Minions, the Zamindars, the capitalists (remember Singur and Nandigram) and the most important – Atrocities of the Upper Castes.

This condition reminds me of 1962 Indo-China war when many Regiments of the Indian Army surrendered without even firing a bullet in Assam, which was captured within 36 hrs. by Chinese troops.

Out of 7 Police Stations in Lalgarh, 6 of them have been destroyed by the Rebels (without much resistance, of course).

Has India repeated the HIMALAYAN BLUNDER once again?


Reclaiming Lalgarh is the most important issue now. Will there be a ceasefire as being demanded by many Human Rights organizations and maintenance of status quo? Will there be one more Line of Control?

Government of India has declined any speculations of the involvement of Indian Army and Air Force in combating the Rebels at Lalgarh. “We cannot kill the Naxalites. We cannot order Air Force to drop bombs or Army Tanks to fire shells on people of our own country. They are citizens of India. Army and Air Force is used against the Terrorists or Aliens who are enemies of the Nation, not against Criminals of Society. To protect the society from criminals we have Police Force. They will do the needful. And moreover Army operations are so expensive, gosh, and then who will take the responsibility of the destruction of forests, fauna and flora due to shells and bombs, and that too when we have to attend COP15 in December.” said an IAS mandarin from RAISINA HILLS.

Ha. Seceding a complete city from the nation is not an anti national activity. Are they simple criminals? I doubt. Well, the State Police and Paramilitary forces have now to fight the war on their own.


In the month of June, when colleges have vacations, there is nothing much to do at home. Operation Lalgarh is God sent (at least for me).

“So what is the strategy”? I asked my Dad over Breakfast table who gave me indignation look as if I asked him for all his fortunes.

“How are your preparations going on, are you satisfied with your coaching people? I told you to read “Statesman” daily. There are lot many things for you to do, concentrate there.”

“Aa, this is for my Interview, Dad”. I beseeched.

“Nothing much, we are planning to do something. Be fast, you have to meet Arun Uncle at 10 o’clock.”

Mr. Arun is my cell phone coaching lecturer. He provides me coaching over phone when I am in College. He appeared for Civil Services Mains twice. Once he even made up to interview, but failed. However, he somehow managed to qualify State services, which is his full time job; Bragging about his Civil Services achievements is his part time job. This would sound bellicose, but there are many walking encyclopedias that are living failures.

“I am practicing Essays these days. They are important Dad, they carry 200 marks. And I need some new topics. Please.” You sometimes need to relate the things that you are asking for with your studies and career to make your parents accept it.

“Jharkhand and Chhattisgarh police headquarters have engaged three senior IPS officers to lead a police contingent to counter. There are about 700 – 900 Maoists inside Lalgarh.”

“And then. Are you guys going to surround and kill them? This is undemocratic. You cannot kill the Adivasis. They have no idea what crime they are doing. They have been indoctrinated by the Bengalese”. You should in fact gun down those Bengalese who are the masterminds.” Yes, this was the catalyst. Let’s see what effect it makes on the chemical reaction.

“The State Police and State paramilitaries will provide outer support, secure the perimeter and block the exits because whenever there is pressure from the police on the Maoists in any of the states, they cross over to the bordering states till the dust settles. These forces will then clear the human shields, consisting of women and children, mostly your favourite Adivasis, put up by ultras on the way leading to Lalgarh. We cannot kill them. They are “Adivasis”.   We will have to resort to baton charging and tear gas shell to chase away the mob.

This time we take extreme caution – in stark contrast to Nandigram, where police firing resulted in multiple deaths. The actual fighting will then follow with the Maoists who are hiding behind these innocent peoples, for which we have 5 battalions (5000 men) of CRPF and 2 battalions (2000 men) of BSF.” My dad sounded pretty confident due to the numbers.

“But Dad Even the Maoists would be sure of the operations; they would be waiting for you guys”.

“Hmmm… Money from Jharkhand, weapons from Orissa, cadres from Chhattisgarh and leadership from Andhra. But nothing to worry; Even we want a head on this time. And then we have COBRAS.”

“What would they do, Are they Gods, they do not die”?

“Hmm… but Cobras are perhaps the best-equipped paramilitary unit in the country. Since we cannot use Army, Cobras are the best substitute. They have an enviable arsenal matching that of an infantry. They have machine guns, rocket launchers and many more Hi-tech types of equipment. They even have a well trained sniper team, which will be the backbone of the operation.

“Can I meet them”?

“Hmm…thik hai.”


“Taking on Maoists is not a big deal for us. What bother us are the local civilians. They can create chaos and disarray. We are not interested in creating some more Nandigrams and even the RAISINA HILLS would not want to see ‘RED’ newspaper the other day….

….We have strict orders to avoid firings to the maximum possible. So we will use reasonable force to threaten and disperse the mob, but what amounts to reasonable force has not been defined anywhere in any Act.” said Mr. S.K. Verma DIG, (COBRA), CRPF while sipping a cup of tea.

“So there would be beatings, baton charge, water canons, tear gases and humiliations (sort of molestations for women) in the name of reasonable force.” I Said.

“Few things should not be spoken beta, should be implied. We will not beat them to death. Don’t worry. But we will not go and beg them to remove the blockades. They are not as fool as they seem to be or law assumes them to be. They know how to gain public opinion in their favour especially the human rights and private news channels…

…They throw hand made petrol bombs at us, burn public properties, block the national highways and roads by cutting down trees. But we cannot kill them for these petty crimes. You must have read Indian Penal Code. Media persons are already there to take and publicize the snaps of Police atrocities. I fear media peoples (laughs). They are Gods these days (laughs lauder). They can even throw me out of my job if I am caught slapping any Adivasi even if that Adivasi had few minutes earlier tried to stab me with his bow and arrow.” He sips the tea to bottom.

“So when are you guys leaving”?

“We plan to cross Jharkhand tonight itself. We will leave around 5:00 pm so that we can reach there early morning. It is difficult to travel after sunset in Bengal. They may have planted land mines on highways, so we can not take to roads. Moving through jungles is also difficult. They are also using sharpened iron nails. They have dug ditches in jungles and covered it with normal grass after hiding nails inside. Though these nails do not kill us, it affects swift movement.”

“Can I accompany you”? I asked my Dad.

(smiles) Yeah, you can, there are many reporters travelling with us. But I suggest you stay out of it.”

But who can resist. I was dying to go there.


By the evening I almost knew the plan. After dealing with the Localites, Cobras will infiltrate Maoist territory in small groups of four to six men. First in would be surveillance teams, who will avoid engaging the enemy even if they spot them. Each team would have a communications expert, a combat medic (one adept both with the syringe and the rifle), and two to three spotters’. Their first task would be to relay information on the movement of the guerrilla forces, deployment of action squads, the kind of weapons they carry and assess the fighting capability of the locally trained cadres.

And then Assault.

“Well if the Maoists do stand and fight, which would go against the guerrilla manual of retreating when outgunned and outnumbered, COBRAS will  be a potent strike force. Sniper teams can stay hidden in the jungle and gun down Maoist squad leaders to spread panic and confusion in their ranks. Remember, commandos fight dirty.” Explained Mr. Verma.

So all geared up. We came closer to Jharkhand-Bengal border. Purulia-Bankura-Chakulia to downhill Pabra and Jamshedpur are the entry points. The entire force divided itself into two parts. One of the parts took Jamshedpur (district of Jharkhand) side entry into Bengal whereas the other part entered through Dhanbad (district of Jharkhand). From here there is no cake walk.


The Lalgarh village is connected with Jhargram and Medinipur towns by roads which are bordered on both sides by sparse to moderate forests. The roads have been dug up or blocked by trees at least in 25 places. We had to struggle removing the blockades so movement was slow.

Till 11 0’clock we didn’t see any Adivasis’ mob or any gatherings. The journey was although boring but I knew it would be exciting very soon. At around 11:20 am, we reached the outskirts of Pirakata (district of West Bengal). We had the information of local resistance from this place, but still all seemed quite. It was decided to take rest for few hours before proceeding to the RED ZONE.

We started out for the operations at around 3:00 pm from Pirakata. We faced the first resistance from the villagers at Malida village which is around two kilometers from Pirakata, where around 2000 villagers had gathered acting as “human shields”. After warning by the Additional Superintendent of Police to leave the place, tear gas shells were fired and subsequent lathi charge was made to disperse the mob.  The police raided some houses and detained some villagers in search of Maoists. The police were also successful to disperse and remove three more blockades during the day including one at Tirlakhali, and proceeded further 2 kilometers to Bhimpur village at 6:30 pm.

At around 7:00 pm, it was growing dark, so we decided to push back 2 km and halt for the night by the roadside at Koima. Some of them retreated another 1 km to Tirlakhali. During setting up of the camp, some gun shots were fired at us from the paddy fields at short intervals and the our forces return fired in the direction without any causalities. WOW! This was the first time I was being fired at. It was an awesome experience, especially when you know you are safe with so many peoples around you to guard. Few CRPF men who took part in the action to assist the State Police and State paramilitaries were replaced at night by those kept in reserve at the Pirakata camp. At night the IPS and CRPF honchos were busy boasting and bragging for being able to surround Lalgarh without resorting to bullets (they were actually thanking god b’coz one Adivasi dead – they lose their job). There were phone calls of some IAS babus from RAISINA HILLS patting the backs; even they were happy and now have an opportunity to flatter themselves of having saved the ruling government from being overthrown by the opposition on the ground of police atrocities and tyrannical behaviour in Lalgarh.


“Enjoying?” my Dad asked me.

“Yeah, it’s exciting but little scary for me. Seeing people being beaten up mercilessly by the policemen are gruesome scenes. For you guys, however, it was an easy job. I mean you are 50% done without much effort.”

C’mon, who told you 50%? There are policemen still locked inside the Lalgarh police station, The SP and DM have fled the city to take shelter at Kolkata Police Headquarter. Not a single government official is present inside the city, they have burned down the civil hospital, doctors and nurses have fled after being beaten, Government Banks have been looted and shut down, the lady manager of a State Grameen Bank was made to run naked for about half kilometer after being gang raped, and many more similar incidents.

“This is wrong, this is undemocratic. This is India, this is no Afghanistan, and they are not Taliban. On one side Indian government boasts of its defense capabilities and on the other we have this. Government should have quickly responded through Army, Air Force, see still there is no Army or Air Force”.

“(Laughs)… I can understand the reason you are getting angry. During my college days even I used to curse the Government for everything, but beta our government is not as corrupt as we think it is. The IAS officers at RAISINA HILLS have many jobs to handle”.

“But fighting terrorism should be the priority, saving a women being raped and made to parade naked should be on top of the list, after all this is why we chose the government. This is why the state is for.”

“NO, who told you this is why the state is for. Nahin. This is one of the functions of State, but not the priority”.

“C’mon. I vote for my security.”

“Yeah, that’s the point. You vote for yourself but the government has to look after 120 crore peoples.

“So what?”

“See for a state to exist, it has to have money. An Economy. Economy decides the level of Army you can afford, the kind of roads, houses you can have, the quality of food and shelter you can provide, the industries, banks, commerce; etc. For a successful economy – mainly to sell your products – you need to keep up good diplomatic and trade relations with other countries. Sometimes you need to take loans.”

“So what effect do all these things have on a women being paraded naked here in Lalgarh.”

“It has. India is a poor country. We are able to eat because of World Bank. If World Bank refuses loans to us, we shall die of hunger. Our economy will be ruined. But even after taking loans, we are not in a better position. The loans need to be repaid. The interests are high. Have you seen  Africans on Nat Geo. Thanks to our government, we are li’l better? To save women from being raped, you need to maintain good police force, for that you need money. And we do not have money. 25% of our populations live below poverty line. 60% of Indians survive on less than $2 per day. Even our metros are no better. A single day of heavy rain in Mumbai blocks the traffic. We need huge money to repair the sewage system. Again we do not have that so we go to World Bank – again heavy interest – vicious cycle – and poor remains poor – police force remains backward. We cannot spend thousands of crores on Police modernization plans. That money we need for MID DAY MEAL SCHEMES to persuade people to send their children to schools so that we can have literacy. We need money for LAADLI scheme so that people do not infanticide their daughters. We need money for our Army, Navy and Air Force. That is important. Still we do not have much advanced defense forces in comparison to other countries. Because we are poor. This is poverty that has led these people of Lalgarh to revolt. This type of revolts is common in African countries. We are not at much better position.”



“But Dad you will have to agree with corruption”.

“Of course, I do agree with the corruption. But every developed country in its developing times had to face this. We are no new. Buying and Selling of MPs to form government were common among British and we have learnt this from them. Police of almost all the country is corrupt. Crime is present everywhere – in poor as well as advanced economies. The people of backward states commit crime related to stomach – theft, robbery, dacoity, murder for money, open fight, looting, etc. whereas people of relatively advanced states commit different crimes like drugs at parties, murders for land disputes, college sex workers, drinking menace, rash and negligent driving, etc. In US every 3 min a women is raped, with 1.3 women being raped every minute all over the world;  comparatively women are safer in India, where it happens every 27 min. In pre Independence era, it was even low. People were poor and used to live in villages. They knew each and every other family in the village. But as our country is progressing, we are imitating Western countries – You cannot stop this. When US police have failed, where do Indians stand? This is human behaviour.”


“You sleep, no need to think over it, speak to your Mamma, she was worried. Good Night.”


Next morning several leaflets in Bengaliand Ol Chikiwere distributed from the helicopters by the government to stay away from the Maoists and refrain from becoming human shields. We started early in the morning around 5:00 am.  The security forces tried to advance towards Lalgarh from four different ways; from Sarenga in Bankura district in the north, from Goaltore in the east, from Jhargram – Dahijuriroute in the west and the mainly through Midnapur- Pirakata route in the south of Lalgarh.

Within half hour we were in front of the most infamous place known as Jhitkha Jungle, which is considered the Maoist’s den. Behind this forest lies LALGARH.

So COBRAs have been called in. Divided in two different groups of about 200 soldiers each, the sanitization operation to flush out the Maoists in Jhitkha Jungle started at 6:00 am. The plan was to attack from two ends of the jungle and proceed in shape of an equilateral triangle so as to avoid any Maoists attempt to break in through the lines and gradually whitewashing about 75% of the jungle. The first bullet was fired at about 6:06 am. A BSF battalion proceeded inside the jungle behind the COBRAs in order to comb the ground after COBRAs have sanitized it from the Maoists. It was decided to send in BSF because they are more trained at jungle warfare than CRPFs, which however sent a wave of anger among CRPFs. They felt downplayed.

There was heavy machine gun firing from the Maoists side. The Maoists have dig trenches. They took positions on the branches of trees (our snipers took care of them) and even in the shrubs. However within an hour, the intensity of fire from their side decreased. So it was clear that these Bengali rats can not fight as a civilized army. The most they can do is launch a surprise attack by night on any police patrol (500 vs. 8), loot a bank during wee hours (again 100 vs. 1 or 2 bank guards) or make a woman parade naked when no military is around, or put a land mine to blow up a police patrol, or gherao a police station by severing the communication line and blocking the reinforcement passage (again 1000 vs. 20).

Or the most – murder a British Police Officer when he is unarmed (in the name of Freedom Struggle).

After about one and half hour of fighting, the sanitization operation turned into an Inspection Operation along 2km stretch of the jungle. At about 12 noon, the forces were able to completely flush out the Maoists form the jungle. Actual number of the Maoists killed could not be ascertained as the Maoists carried away with them the dead bodies while retreating. COBRAs claim to have shot not less than 30.

So by noon we were in front of Lalgarh, the historical place where Indian Freedom revolutionaries shot down 3 district magistrates consecutively; where Santhal, Munda and various other uprisings against the British took place. This is the place which even British feared. The people here find no difference between the situation during the English days and now. Only the colour of skin has changed. Long Live Nationalism (Fundamentalism).


more soon…

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The long November twilight faded into night. Mumbai lay enveloped in darkness but for the flames from one of the storey of Hotel Taj that shone through the clouds. Around the beleaguered Hotel Taj and Trident – Oberoi, the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like the dogs barking on lone farms.  The city was under siege. Terrorists and Indian Troops were fighting a fierce gun battle.

All over the country people were watching the live action in their T.V. rooms. One of the honchos was addressing the nation asking people not to panic. ‘Bade Bade Shaheron main aesi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain’. ‘Spirit of Mumbai’, ‘Long live Mumbai’, ‘Can’t kill Mumbaikars Spirit’ were the few words that were repeated almost 21 times in 15 minutes speech. Bollywood biggies made VVIP presence on all news channels. Same words to repeat. Politicians were sincerely doing their jobs – playing the blame games.


On a rooftop near ‘Gateway of India’, a National Security Guard sniper lay watching. His hand holding his rifle briskly with finger on the trigger. Over his shoulders was his backpack. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had a cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.

He was eating the sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whisky from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching from the windows of Taj. He decided to take the risk.

Placing the cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke and hurriedly put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of roof. Terrorists are not untrained dogs. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left.

Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the top storey of the hotel.

He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen—just the dim outline of the window frame under the flames arising. His enemy was under cover.

sniper-2Just then a police van came across the bridge and advanced slowly up to the street. The van spat bullets at the crowd, mostly media persons, standing in front of the hotel. It was hijacked by terrorists. The sniper wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. He was not able to look inside the filmed glasses.

The van stopped for a moment. Round the corner of a street came a man, his head covered by a tattered shawl. He opened the door of the van and tried to get inside it. He was pointing towards the roof where the sniper lay. An Informer. The Traitor.

A head and shoulders appeared from inside the van. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the other window of the van. The man darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The man whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.

Suddenly from the hotel window a shot rang out and sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. He stopped to pick up the rifle. He couldn’t lift it. His forearm was dead. “Madarchod,” he muttered.

Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain—just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off.

Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. The arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain.

Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth.

Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain.


Over satellite phones… somewhere inside the Hotel.20081224-173835-pic-2552886701

“Janab Turkish or Indonesians bhi hai firango ke saath”

“Unko alag kardo or jaane do, hamari majhab ke jo bhi hain unko mat maarna, haan par yaad rakhna koi kaafir apne aap ko islami kah ke bach na jaaye, passport dekh lena. ”

“Ji janab, hamne passport dekh ke Amrika or Ingland ke logon ko bandhi bana liya hai… kya kare unka”

“Uda do”

A series of gunshots followed by cry of men and women. Panic struck faces of the hostages. A scene very similar among cocks inside the cage in a butcher’s shop soon after one of them had been cut into pieces and sold to the customer; the others thanking god they are lucky to be alive this time, … but how long?

“Hamne aage baat kari hai, hindustaniyon ki tum logo ne faad di hai, Hindustani news channelo ne tumhe hero bana diya hai, teen bade police walon ko bhi maar diya hai tumne… tumhare ghar walon ko isi khusi main or paise dene ki baat kahi unse. Wo raazi hain.

“Shukriya Janab, aage ke liye kya hukm.”

“Maarte raho, Hindustani commandos ander jaane ki tayari main hain, toda sambhal ke… Hindustani sarkar se baat karne wale hain hum… hame pura bharosa hai wo hamari mango pe amal karegi. Jeet nischit hai”

“Aap befikr rahe janab, commandos kya unki maa bhi bahenchod yahan tak nahi pahunch payegi.”

“Sahi hai, Lashkar ke har sibbesalar se yahi ummeed hai. Jeeto aur apne lashkar ka naam roshan karo. Apne saathiyon ko ek baar phir se Lashkar-e-Taiba ka matlab samjhao. Unhe kaho ki hamari fauj ka matlab hai Shudh. Army of the Good – Righteous. The Army of Pure. Aur ek baat. Hindustani aapas me lad gaye hain. Kai hukumaran kah rahe hain ki ye sab hinduo ne karwaya hai. Hamare liye achcha hai. Saale kaafir, apas main hi lad ke mar jayenge.

“Bahot khub janab” ……..


17yrvenu3In the street beneath all was still. The police van had retired hurriedly towards the bridge. Some other police vans ran after it, firing continuously. The informer’s corpse lay still in the gutter.

The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite window covered his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.

Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him.

Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His plan had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing over the window, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky.

The NSG sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty meters —a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil.

Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the window in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the window, fell over, bounced off the street light pole and then clattered on the     pavement.

Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still.


The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his forehead. Weakened by his wound and the long day of fasting and watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his dead enemy. His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.

Why is he here? Why is he into all these bloodsheds? Only because Government pays him for doing this. Or for his countrymen. Which country, which countrymen? The face of his dead father came in front of his eyes who along with his brother and friends were beaten down to death in Mumbai Local Train for being a Bihari… a Bhayya.

Soon his heart filled with repentance. Why am I here to help these Marathis. These are not my people. They are not from my state. They killed my father, my uncle. I shouldn’t be here for these Marathis. This is their land. Let them save it themselves. Where are Raj Thackeray’s warriors? The messiahs of Marathis. I don’t love this country. I don’t love these countrymen. I should go back to my own country, my own people, where I get love and respect.


He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with a concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper’s head. He was frightened back to his senses by the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed. He has to do this for the sake of his and his family’s stomach.

Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it a drought. He felt reckless under the influence of the spirit. He decided to leave the roof now and look for his company commander to report. Everywhere around was quiet. There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the skylight to the house underneath.

When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He thought that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He decided  going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet.

Police Personnels had already tied rope to the dead Terrorist’s leg. Corpse van had arrived. Media persons were busy taking snaps. He had to struggle to make his way up to the body.

The sniper turned over to the dead body and looked into his brother’s face.


HINDU TERRORISTS, ISLAM TERRORISTS…. More reproachful are these words.


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