Showing posts with label Black December. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black December. Show all posts

Friday 14 December 2018

Black December: A killer Bullet: White December: I Am Alive: The Destiny

Again it is month of December; December overwhelms me. I am remembering that Black December, sitting in cosy winter sunshine of December, in my lawn.The dry leaves were rustling in the breeze.That killer bullet was shot at to snatch the bag filled with Government cash, lacs of Rupees.Destiny played its role, Rajoo was killed, and I am alive to share this real story.I am alive, hence I say it white December.
Rajoo entered in my life for a reason.It seems that he was a godsend angel in my life to sacrifice himself; to keep me alive.This happened in a Black December 28 years ago.It was destiny that brought us together.

That was a cold and bright day of December.The railway crossing, which most of the time would have been closed, strange it was open. This railway track has high railway traffic, from Calcutta to Jammu .The National highway leads to Nainital and far ahead to Punjab, Himachal Pradesh and Jammu Kashmir.
Surprisingly by the time we reached here, it was open. My office from this point was hardly 300 meters away.Suddenly a killer bullet bursted the silence. Rajoo was lying fell down on railway line.Two boys riding on motorcycle were running away after snatching government cash bag having lacs of Rupees.

We were carrying salary cash of field and office staff from Bank. Rajoo was sitting with cash bag, behind Mr “Z “on his Motorcycle. I was behind Mr “X” .Seeing wounded Rajoo lying on Railway line, I ran away crying and shouting on foot to Division office.
With the help of my Executive Engineer and other staff , unconscious  Rajoo was carried to district Hospital,where Doctors  advised to carry him  to King George Medical College Lucknow.In an ambulance,and one night journey we reached Lucknow ,where Doctors declared him dead.We came back with dead Rajoo.
Entry of Rjoo in my life
I was lying on my bed trying to sleep; mind was blown out to decades back when I was a young bachelor Engineer.

After completing my Engineering degree, I got a job in Steel Authority of India (SAIL) ,posted in Rourkela (Orissa).From there my officers shifted me to a coal field mines area to look after construction work of a conveyor belt, for carrying coal from mines .That was a tribal area , surrounded by thick forest.
I was a homesick boy and unfamiliar to that life. I was not comfortable there at a distance of about 1500 Km.I remembered the day, in one trip to home, when first; my father introduced me to Rajoo. I was in need of a boy for my domestic and kitchen work.

I liked him. His education was upto class 10th, a soft spoken boy.Before joining SAIL, in Rourkela, I appeared in State Engineering Services .By the grace of Almighty, my name was in successful candidates.Without any hesitation, and I joined state Engineering services.Needles to mention that Rajoo came with me.
The loot of govt money and murder of a govt employee was taken seriously by the state and district administration. An F.I.R was already lodged .Now it became a normal system to interrogate me by police, and press reporters. In any such statement, it may be that I told “They were looking young people by their bodily physique of normal height”.

Next day this was main headline of all local and state level news papers, adding more salt and pepper .It fuelled and fanned to me and my family’s tension and greife.The climax to it, that within few days, I received a  threatening letter stating....

“Tumne bahut badi galti ki hai, mujhe pehchan kar, ab tumhare aur tumhare bachchon ki khariat nahi hai”(You have done a gt.mistake by recognising us, now we will not leave you and yr family). 
I am thankful to my higher officers, District Magistrate, Senior Superintendent of Police, to provide police protection. A sub inspector ranked police officer was my shadow.From that day, to my great pain and tension; it was a normal routine of police to call me in police station at any time to sit me idle. By the grace of Allah that days passed away.After few weeks shadow was removed.

One fine day I was checking my official letter Dak pad.The same threatening letter was in my dak pad.Again, I was under police security, a police shadow for me.I requested my senior officers to transfer me, other district far away from this city.
One day, I was asked by police to come in district jail for shanakht parade of culprits in jal. I was unable to recognize any one of them. “Dhanyawad, Namaste”, some one among them shouted happily.

In the meantime, I got my transfer orders to a remote Eastern district. I with my family shifted to that place .This ended my fearful days.
Destiny of Rjoo’s Family
Raju’s wife got a Govt. job as a peon on humanitarian ground. They hired a room and lived.
After many years, I got a horrifying story of Raju’s wife. She married her brother in law (Rajoo’s younger brother).During some illness she died.His husband (Rajoo’s brother) an educated man, Economics, got a govt job in place of her wife (Raju’s wife). This happened decades before. I don’t know where is Rajoo’s brother, and his children .I pray for their happy life.Ameen

Moral of Story
“Nothing shall ever happen to us except what Allah has ordained for us. He is our “protector.” And in Allah let the believers put their trust.Thank Life for Happening, Thank Every Twist and Turn. There Is A Reason For Every Single Thing; There Is A Reason For Every Worry And Concern.”
Yes: it is true that everything in life happens for a purpose, and always for our own good. If we think about it, all our past experiences actually happened to bring us to where we are today and it is always for the good. All the past experiences make us a better person.
What to say about the tragedy happened with Rajoo, it was his fate, his destiny.That was the month of December, when Rajoo was killed by killer bullet, that is why I remember this month as  Black December.It was my destiny that I am alive ,so that was a white December for me.
Hamlog khilona hai, ek aise khiladi ke

Jisko abhi sadiyon tak ye khel rachana hai.

Written and posted by Engr Maqbool Akram.Photos used are symbolic, taken from net with thanks.