AJAY The new prime minister. (Political thriller) Author- Jivan. Story line.This story is an imagination of my work. Any person living or dead is purely coincidence. Story is about a young man who was brought up with gandhiyan philosophy. Years later when he became youngest Prime Minister of India, at times he fond gandhiyan philosophy doesn't work in favor of his country. How he tackles such complex problems like cross boarder terrorism, terrorism and communism within India. How he track down his fathers killer in our neighboring country. He even recreates Kargil part -2 for his diabolic plans. Actions take places at Chennai, Delhi, Karachi, Across the LOC and a terrorist camps in Pakistan are some of the highlights. His ability to bring peace and harmony in his motherland also explained.
My father had dedicated his whole life for the service of the poor people .he was not interested in getting married. His aged parents and the local community he served forced him for marriage .at last he got married at the age of forty. I was the only result of their married life .we lived in village near by Chennai city .we had few acres of farmland .our small family was comfortable living out of our farmland. My father helped villagers with kind and his knowledge mostly about cultivating corps. Some time he helped in solving dispute with warring parties. In our village there were always problems with cast and religion .my father was down to earth person. Villagers gave him respect and valued his advises regardless of religion, cast or creed. He was a man of wisdom .he followed and preached two-ideology .one is Sree Narayarayan guru's way of life. One god. One religion for all mankind. He also believed in gandhiyan principles. Non violence and peace for all.
My parents were very affectionate towards me. At night my parents slept either side of me. My father told me bedtime stories form his memory. Ramayanam, Mahabharatham, Baghavath geetha, lord harish chandra, Lord Buddha. All the stories ended with Moral. At end of the story he would ask me about the moral of the story, so I had to listen carefully and answer him. If I did not get it right he would tell me the moral of story. When at times I fall asleep, .he will not disturb me, he will repeat me the same story next day. Later stage he told me about our freedom fighters like Rani laxmi bai, Bhagkth singh, Subbash chandra bose and Mahatma Gandhi. Later in my school days it helped me to score more marks in history. My father was also very much interested in science and technology. He used some of his knowledge to cultivate corps .it helped villages to save water and their corps.
Our villagers insist that my farther contest for the post of MLA but he was not interested in entering into politics. He only wants to help his villages with whatever way he can do within his limitations. Our villager wants proper electricity and better road conditions. They also want some of their problems to be solved through their representative. They found my father was the only qualified and ideal man for that .he was a graduate. At last my father agreed to contest .he was elected unopposed for the post of MLA. In those days there were no corruption (bribe system). Still some of the landlords tried to influence my father with money. Nothing can ever influence him He had always turned down such offers. To solve some of the problem he held meeting with warring parities and settled the dispute amicably. I think the result was his ability to negotiate successfully. That earned him good will of both warring parties. His judgements and anatical skill never went wrong.. He will always work on what is good for the villagers (public) and not for the individuals.
When I was a small boy I mixed freely with local boys .I had my share of fun with them. Like swimming in the pond or enjoyed paying football on a rainy day.
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some time we children goes to some one's farm to pluck mango or pomegranate, even though these fruits are available in our own garden. Just because my father was the head of the village committee most of the time I was let off. Other boys got sever thrashing from both sides. Later my father came to know about my misadventure and I was severely warned by him. He asked me to concentrate on studies and cut down on companies of bad boys. He told me he was keeping all hopes on me .he want me to became a good citizen and serve like him for our villagers, for that he wants me to study post graduation when I grow up.
Our house was like an open government office. Villagers came to our house almost round the clock with their problem .my father was always willing to help them. They always brought me parry's chocolates or some them brought fruits from their garden. They all pampered me a lot.
One of my cousin sisters came and stayed in our house .she studied near by school. . After she completed her fifth standard in her remote village there were no school for her to study further. My father spends money for her studies. She was five years elder to me, she helped me to do my home works. We were not great friends. After all she is a girl. I like the company of my friends. There is lot of fun and adventure with my age of boys.
One day I took her science textbook when I was studying in my seventh standard. She was doing her graduation course in botany as main subject at the time. For a seventh standard student botany was only a part of general science. . In her textbook there was too much in details when comparing to my textbook. She helped me in studying botany subject. I was able to score more marks. . My science teacher was very much impressed with my knowledge in botany. She allowed me to take botany class. One day I took my sister's textbook and went to school .I had drawn the figure of a leaf and want on to explain in minute details; more than what our text book had permitted. My teacher and classmate were very much impressed with my explanations. My sister complained it to my father that she missed her textbook. She went to her friends' house to study botany subject. At home my father was waiting for me. He asked me whether I had taken my cousin' textbook. I said "No. I had not taken ". He checked my school bag and found her textbook inside the bag. I told a simple lie. But he got very angry. I had never seen him get angry with me like that before. He always warned me .He took out his thick leather belt and started beating me severely, my mother tried to stop him but she also got some beatings. As my father went on beating me he asked me."Why did you tell lies to me "? I said a simple lie .no harm was done .I don't know why he went on beating me like that. Like any other boy at the age of thirteen I did not run away from the scene. Physical pain I can always bear it, if I am emotionally hurt it stays with me for a lifetime. After some time he finished beating me. As walked towards the kitchen he told me " you might forget the beating…" I looked down on my legs. Below the shorts there were thick red stripes all over my legs. It gave me burning sensation and the pain was unbearable. I did not cry .he came back from the kitchen with a big hot stainless steel spoon. He stretched out my right arm and paced it on my forearm. " for ever you will remember this." after that I found there was a swearing ceremony. I had to hold my parent's feet and promise that never in my life time I will tell lies…. I did just what I was asked to do and how I was asked to do … the burnt skin mark was there for very long years. Now it is no more visible.but it left a deep wound in my young heart .my mother cried for me…
I went and sat under the big mango tree and started thinking. …"What if I run away from home.".? Some time I ask my mother for money to eat at hotel. Some special sweets that we do not make it at home. Some times she gave me fifty paisa or one rupee. When I sit and eat at the hotel I had noticed small children working for hotel. About eight or ten years old working for twelve or sixteen hours just for food. They are supposed to be studying…. I was not sure whether they do all the hotel work like cleaning table, moping and washing of dishes all because of poverty or because they choose to just ran away form home. Such children have no other option left .I think either it is because of their fate (poverty) or because they chose their fate. (They decided to run away from their home).
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I imagined me in that poor boy…. My conscience told me that I will became one among them if I run away from home. Just for food working fourteen to sixteen hours per day. At home I have food .my father is spending money for my studies; all I had to do is to obey my father and study well to come up in the life…. I had decided not to run away from my home…
Even when I was studying seventh standard I used to sleep between my parents. That day I tried to sleep separately. My father asked me to sleep next to him. I thought not to antagonize him any more .I went and slept my same place .he then started preaching me…. He told me that lord Harish Chandra never told lies in his lifetime. He will even give his head for telling truth! Father continuded "even if you tell hundred lies; you can not make one wrong thing into right. You will end up telling more lies than truth. . When you tell truth. Your conscience is clear…. Tell the truth and face the World! …. He did not repent but he asked me whether it hurts me or not (may be he wants to make sure.) .I told him
" No; but I will remember it for the rest of my life ". He taught me one simple lesson in his own way .He might have been a content man. In the dark I could not see his face. (Later in my life I found it difficult; at times impossible to prove others that I am telling truth. When you can not prove that you are telling truth; people don't trust you any more. Now when some one tells you lie by swearing it you will think he/she is telling truth! . You do not suspect him / her. Only to find some other day he had lied to you. If the person happen to be known to you it hurts your feelings but not his feelings.times have changed. But I still do not tell lies.) I did not go to school for two days. With the stripes marks on my legs Children at school will make fun of me.
After my father became MLA there were visible development in our village .we had new street lights and better road conditions .my father had not change with his new post .he was still helping his villagers .a small government hospital was opened in our villages. Previously villages had to go all the way to Chennai City for treatment.
After completing my seventh standard my father got me admission in a prestigious school at Chennai. in those days It was a one long journey from our village. . I enjoyed going to the new school. Comparing to our village school, standard of education was very high. I had new friend at school. Some of the kids were from rich family. Even though I was good at sports and studies. I was influenced by those kids. Some of them took to L S D, ganja and other boys we having affair with boys! Homosexuality and some went to prostitutes! Hardly fourteen or fifteen years old boys. They want to prove that they are young studs! . Most of them started smoking in the after noon lunch time. At times they went to bathroom in class hours to have few puffs. I was not into any of these things. In those days it was fashionable for young boys to imitate our notional hero or villain form Hindi movies. I tried my best to avoid them but due to peer pressure I had tried few puffs. Only few puffs and I was longing for smoke. Carving for smocking was tooo much. I was worried that I will became addicted to cigarette smoking .I was scared. Most of the days somebody will bring foreign brand cigarettes. Rothmans, Dunhill or Marlboro Packets. They all shared it. I saved one cigarette for the next day. (Sunday). After lighting the cigarette from the kitchen I went to toilet to smoke. Toilet was away from our house, about twenty feet. That was how it was constructed in olden days .my cousin sister got the scent of the cigarette. When I came back she told me I smelled cigarette .she asked me to blow the air. Which I did."You are only studying eighth standard, now itself you started smoking…I will tell your father…" I begged her not to tell my father .I had promised her that I will never smoke. When my father came back she told my father that I had smoked cigerettee.he had meted out the same treatment .he treated me passionately. Treatment ended with same swearing ceremony. Only I had to change few words. This time it ended some thing like this." that I will never smoke in my life time…." I had realized my mistake .I should not have smoked at a young age. (Later in my life I was addicted to cigarette smoking but that incident had noting to do with me).
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Later at night when I was sleeping next to my father he told me some thing that would have made an impact on any budding smoker. My father's eldest brother was a farmer. They had their own land .he used to smoke Beedies. (Poor man's cigarettes) later stage he had troth cancer .his wife used to feed him liquid diet with funnel! Other wise food will come out through the hole in the troth. After seeing this, my grand dad had asked my father to promise not to smoke in his lifetime. My father had promised him and he kept his promise till his death. My father had no other bad habit .No drinks; no smoking; no womanizing; no pan; no beetle nut or gambling habits. The other two other things I admired about my father were; he never took bribe; he always fought for justice and he always told truth. May be not all the truth.
In later years my father became MP of the ruling party. He was an able do-good thing for his villagers. Even in Delhi his ruling party valued his ideology. Regardless of north or south they all respected him because of his age and the service he had rendered to the party and publics at large .his true gandhiyan sprit brought ' separatist' (dissidents) elements under his control. Because of his effort ruling party became on of the formidable force in the political India.
After completing my senior secondary high school education my father asked me what I want to become in the future. I told him…
I…."Dad you are my role model. I too want to serve the public. I will study political science."
Dad…" In the olden days people entered into politics to dedicate their life for serving country men.now it is power politics.it is not good for you my dear son. "He had advised me .he continued 'the day I had to compromise on my ideology and principles I will quit my post. Being an M P. I can do good things for our people; that is the only reason I am here…our young Prime Minister is doing good things for the country. He even consulted me on certain issue .he respect my opinions. We discussed about Kashmir issue, terrorism; Sri Lanka's ethnic strife…" I had interrupted my father.
I." Dad if it is power politics then I want to study Political science."
Dad…." Ajay .it has nothing to do with political science. It is money and power that runs the system."
I…" I thought political science will teach me how to run the country…" I was bit confused .I thought it will help me to learn how the political system works. Here it seems political science has nothing to do with political system. Dad .I want you to do more good things for the public with our portfolio. I want to protect you from terrorist. I want to become a commando and server for you."
Dad…." You better study C.A or something like that and settle down in your life. To me serving for the public is a way of life. You grand father too helped people in the villages. "
I…." Ok Dad. I will study Political science for my graduation certificate. I will try to join commando force. I feel it is my duty to protect you …days by day new terrorist groups are forming. Your security is my primary concern.'
Dad…." Don't worry about me. I have security cover for me."
At last my father agreed to me to join Political science for my graduation. A suicide bomber from Sri lankan separatist in chennai.suburb killed our young prim minister. The vedio clipping was repeatedly shown over the national net work. I was worried about my father's safety. Young prime minister's wife was asked to became prime minister of India but she was not interested to become prime minister .she was more concerned about the safety of her children. Since she turned down the Prime Minister's post who will became Prime Minister of India? this question was in every body 's mind. There was lot of horse-trading and pressure to succeed our late Prime Minister. After Madam had turned down Prime Minister's post, finding a future Prime Minister became a problem. Our late Prime Minister's wife (she was known as Madam in political circle) became executive chairman of national ruling party. She wields enormous amount of power in the ruling party. In fact she was known as remote control of the party. Every final decision was taken with her approval. Madam found Mr. Mahadevan was only person suitable for the post.
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Madam issued whip to all ministers to elect my father for the post of P.M. All of them fell on the line and my father was elected unopposed .my father was a true gandhiyan acceptable for all party works, even opposition parties could not find a single fault with him .I had watched him taking oath of secrecy with my aged mother.
After completing my graduation in political science, I had enrolled myself at Chennai officer training academy to become future commode. Training was very tough. My mother moved to official Prime Minister's residence at New Delhi. After my father became P.M he became very busy man. To talk to him i had to relay on Internet chat late at night .it was mostly about present political scenario and the threat of terrorist. Dad told me about opportunistic politic. Like having strange bedfellows and living with enemy. Regional parties and Allies for the survival of party.
After completing my officer-training course I was eagerly waiting to provide my service as commando man to my father. At last I got a chance to provide security for Madam but not for my father. I had asked my Dad to transfer me to his commando force. He sends me E- mail saying that he will not abuse his power to get me transferred. . He also told me that I am doing a great job for Madam. With out Madam my father would still be one among the M.P. .In the initial stage I was just one among her "Z " plus security man..
Sunday was my off day .my Dad asked me to have lunch with him .we had family lunch after a long time .at home elaborated lunch arrangements were going on in the kitchen .my mother was helping cook to prepare ethnic food. I thought Dad might have invited special guests for lunch. Father and myself were discussing about common problem faced by our country. Because of our ideological differences later turn out to be heated debate. In fact I was expressing some of my views on our past political mistakes and present day situations with my limited knowledge. There was a surprise visitor to our home. Madam! Dad had invited her for a casual lunch.
While we were talking Madam came to our visiting room. I was taken by surprise. I got up and wished Madam. My Dad introduced me to Madam .she knew me as her commando. But not as P M.'s son.
Madam…." I know him .he is an officer and a gentleman. You two were busy discussing something?"
I…" No. Ma'am. Nothing serious. We are discussing some political issues. Some Past and present political scenario."
Madam…" Interesting …I know your Dad .a true gandhiyan. You being too young, you must be having some radical views on our country…" Madam smiled at me and added." may be like every young person you too wanted to change the fate of our mother land."
Dad…" well Madam. We had just started. Why don't you join in our conversations…"
Madam…" well I would like to listen his views…. I would rather sit and listen instead of disturbing his thoughts. Well go on..."
I thought this is my chance to present my way of handling situating in India. Madam is interested in listening my views .Dad was talking to me Kashmir problems he continued where he had left off.
Dad…."We can not give autonomous region status for Kashmir. Majority people are in favor of annexing it to POK. Excessive force will bring U.N intervention. We need to avoid it at any cost. Once U.N is involved; election will be held. There is fear even in opposition parities that at a later stage Kashmir's will annex their state to POK. If Majority people's mandate is that then we Indian can not do nothing. Even though Pakistan had been trying to internationalize Kashmieri issue. We had been pussy footing it for so long. It is a vexed issue. All our previous Prime ministers failed to resolve the problem amicably…."
I…" yes .Dad. I agree.they had all committed blunders. After we became independent. We should have sent the army to recapture the Kashmir (POK). There our first Prime Minister failed to do his duty. Of course I know he had other problems after the partition of India. Subsequent communal riot took away his attention from Kashmir issue.
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What about those Prime Minister who did nothing for the country?. With the first war with war with Pakistan we should have laid down conditions for Pakistan to keep away from Kashmir problem. . We had lost two golden opportunities to claim POK. . Our history tells us that when Pakistan initiated war on 1971 for East Pakistan .our army surrounded their capital Ravelpendi. At least at that time we were in a strong position to bargain for POK. We talk about gandhiyan philosophy. Our country is going pieces….."
Dad…" we in India follows democratic system .not a dictator ship. You understand that first."
I…" when American want to war in Vietnam. Did they follow democratic values?"
Dad…" they have Presidential systems working for them. It is like one-man show. Not only their president rule their country but also other part of the world with his iron fist. That is not possible with our democratic setup. ."
I…." Dad then makes way for presidential system. Where one man can break or make the country."
Dad…" it is easier said than done. It is not possible to bring presidential rule in India.here politician will not allow it."
I find it difficult to argue with my Dad .I need to study more about Indian political system .I then changed topic.
I…." Why was that POTA system removed? Only to give free hand to terrorists and anti nationals to strike back again?"
Dad…."These POTA rules are misused in some states to settle the personnel political scores on opposition parties. They were dead against it .it was with drawn by our previous government. I am planning to replace it with another set of rules .i am also planing to implement a new anti terrorist and disruptive act. To prevent terrorist striking across our country. "
I…" we are very lenient when punishment is meted out to terrorists. Why terrorist can not be awarded with death sentences when it is proved beyond doubts in court?. All terrorist attacks are aimed at creating communal disturbance in sensitive areas across India .All the terrorist attacks are meticulously planned and executed. In my opinion death sentence will act like a deterrent against terrorism. "
Dad…" there is human right organization not just in India but all over the world. We are answerable to them…."
I…." We Indians get it all wrong .in India, human right organization supports terrorist .it always biased. Human life is more precious than a terrorist life. Dad, When it comes to the safety and security of our people and motherland every thing comes secondary. Terrorists are by product of a sick society. They kill innocent people and Instigating communal violence in sensitive area .At times it was felt across Indian states. Do you think terrorists deserve sympathy for their act? Do we need such people to reform and bring back to main stream? There is no place for terrorist in a civilized society. They don't deserve a second life."
Dad…." No. Ajay. Err is human. We should give a chance to reform them. We do not know what drove him to the extremes…."
I…." Dad. We have more than forty-three percent living below the poverty line. Even after fifty-eight years of independence not all these people chose violence a way of life for their survival. It is because we do not have a strong policy and political wills to boot out terrorists from our county. Terrorists are always striking at soft target. Except India all other democratic country takes stringent action against terrorists. Dad .do you think a foreign country will support terrorist regardless of religion or cast?"
Even in twenty first century only in India we have nexalites and terrorist of different religion…is this happing any where else in the world?. Can they try it under a dictator, king or even in a communist country?"
My father had no immediate answer for me. He smiles and approves me to continued .he want to know what was on my mind. May be I representing young generation. I did not wait for his answer…. I wanted to only ask him questions.so I changed the topic again.
I…" our foreign policy is no more a non-alignment policy. We had tilted towards U.S. that is not good for multi ethnic and multi culture country like India.
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Rapid progress in economic growth and industrialization is O.k., I am against people blindly aping western culture. We need roots to grow. We need our past to build strong future.this western culture brings more problems than it can solve. Like drinks; drugs, sex (promiscuity) and violence in younger generation. You know Dad it is estimated at any given time there are more than half a million people behind the bars in U.S alone. ? . Ask them they will have ready-made answer for that. Drinks, drugs or some thing that induce violence or may be even under impulse!. Do we need that kind of society? . Why should we pay hard-earned taxpayers money to feed people behind the bars? We better use it for a common cause.. ."
My dad seems making observation about me .I had never got a chance to talk to him after he became P.M. I want him to see what best he can do any of my questions .I had not given any suggestion yet. Keeping his silent made me ask more questions. Which I want him to find answer.
I…"Dad…" why is that Narmada agitation can not be solved "?
Dad." Well you have asked a good question. I would like to hear your suggestions for that problem."
I had asked my Dad a good question now he expect me to answer for that .I had to think doubly fast because Madam .she was sitting quietly and listing to our conversation with out making comment or judgements. May be she must be judging my views.
I…" our Government had committed a grave mistake without a proper rehabitaion planing for the effected people. . By further raising its height it was estimated more than one hundred twenty-five villages will be effected. Development is important but it is also equally important that the effected people are properly rehabilitated. My suggestion is that to identify the area where further raising the dam height will effect people. Get their details like ration card; votes I.D. their property worth, and their agriculture land details. Once every thing is documented no more further claim should be entertained .A suitable model village down the dam must be built to accommodate those people. With all basic infrastructures like electricity. Road etc. equal amount of land should be given for those who had cultivating farm land. For those who had property government should pay cash .in a remote village it doesn't cost much of money for property. Certain amount of the money from the central assistance and rest of the amount from state government. I think this is simple solution for that mighty problem. ". Madam smiled and approved me with her simple nod.
Dad…." For that a special committee needs to be foamed to take assessment of cost involved and relocating of villagers. I will think about it and study your proposal. ".
Like a common man I always wanted to ask certain questions. But we never get a right person to answer the some of out national issues. I think my father is the most suited person to answer me all my doubts with his new post.
I…" Dad. This reservation system for admission in professional collages needs to be changed. People had been telling to replace Religion and cast with economic criteria. I wonder why no body had taken action about it."
Dad…." This is the one I will be working to implement it." Dad looked at Madam for approval.
Madam…"Yes. Mr.. P.M. it is a long pending issue.we need to sort out this issue."
My mother came and invited us for lunch. It was just four of us at the table. Madam asked me few questions.
Madam…" tell me Ajay some thing about you…'"
I…" After I finished my graduation in political science .I had competed my officer training course. Then I joined as a commando to protect VVIP".
Madam…" you chose two entirely different subjects. Why is that "?
Dad…" He became commando only to protect me from terrorist attack! I told him Madam deserves the best protection because with out Madam there is not National party in India. You are the one who keeps warring factions and dissidents under one umbrella."
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Madam…." So. Ajay you are interested in politics."
I…" Not relay Madam. Like any other concerned citizen of India I too have my own opinion on each and every issue. That's all."
Madam…" Mr.P.M. I think your son deserve a better posting. …" Madam did not complete her sentences. We all looked at her. she continuded. " I want your son. Ajay to be my personnel body guard."
Dad…" that is fine. Infect you can count on him. That is the way I had brought him up."
I felt great. I will get a chance to interact with Madam in near future. She is the only one person to issue whip in the national party. May be that will come handy some other day. We had our lunch with Madam .she thanked my mother for making ethnic food especially for her. Which she relished eating.
In three days time I was appointed as Madam's personnel bodyguard. Other then going to party office she hardy moved around. Unless to visit people effected by natural calamity or to campaign in other state for her party in election time. I think she was a bit media shy person. The only open secret about her is that she is the remote control of National party.
My father first term, as prime Minster was a moderate success. If I were the prime minister .I would have made a sea of changes. When our country made rapid progress in technology and industrial developments why the benefit is not reached to a common man? . Only millionaires became billionaires. Common man is still struggling to meet both ends. I think I should have studied economic to understand why not the country's progress and growth tricked down to common man?
Second term for my father was around the corner. National party was working hard to retain their hold over the country. My father, Madam and their party workers were working over time to boost their achievement over the past years. Party campaign schedule was hetric .I had to move around with Madam in and around north India. In south India my father was concentrating his election Campaign fir the ruling party. I felt safety for my father. It was like his hometown. Comparing to the last time the
Threat of terrorist attack was very high. Security was beefed up. Most of the day we received death threats. Madam and my father came under Z category .it is not easy to penetrate through the high security net. Suicide squad of terrorist gang is the most dreaded by all security personnel.
We covered most of the north Indian sates with out much security problems. Five more day to wind up election campaign. Madam was campaigning near the suburban area of north Delhi. Front of the row was filled with Camera, press photographers and an array of TV crews. Meeting went beyond the schedule time. Party workers kept us busy .it was getting late. At about 7.pm..After addressing public meeting madam started receiving garlands from the public. Madam tried to get down from the dais. I had told Madam by receiving people on the dais would slow down stampede and security personnel will not be put to hard ship. My idea was to keep better surveillance. With too many people milling around her make it impossible to react immediately. Madam after a thought agreed to receive peoples on the stage. Queue was formed. People stood in the Queue to get closer to her. I was standing right behind her and watching reaction of people. Most of them were over excited. In front of madam two black commodes and behind me two more of them. Public had at climb five steps to come onto the dais to meet her.
Most of them carrying garland some with written document. May be those letters containing their personal grievances.. I had noticed a woman with some flower and a letter in her hand .she was waiting in the Que and was wearing burka dress. But her face was not covered with her veil. She must be around twenty-four or so .At the bottom of the dais she stood in the Que along with others.. Weather was fine. But she looks bit nerve. In this cool weather she was sweating .she wiped her face with handkerchief. I kept watching her .she avoided my eye contact.
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My intuition told me that there was something wrong with her. She was eleventh person from Madam. I want to check her again. But I was not allowed to check a woman. Even after wiping her face with hand kerchief sweating was sweeping behind her ear lob . I yelled at lady security officer." move that burka clad woman out of the Que." security woman move closer to her to Wisk her way.she (suicide bomber) reached her hand for abdomen… from behind I pulled hard Madam over me…. Security woman took the full blast…. She was blowup into pieces. We both hit the dais …dais collapsed due to the impact of the bomb. I held Madam tightly by her waist. ."Madam, don't get up…"I pulled our my service revolver.we heard two more suicide bomber went up in smoke in different part of the crowed. Burnt smell of flesh and RDX.lingered in the air. We were not hurt because of security women and the dais. After waiting for few more minutes I had accompnied madam to her car and we reached her residence.
******************Rest of the story explains how AJAY became youngest Prime Minister of India .How he Handles some of the most complex problems like terrorism in Indian and also from cross border terrorism. how he track down his fathers killer in our neighboring country. He even recreates Kargil part -2 for his diabolic plans. Actions take places at Chennai, Delhi, Karachi, Across the LOC and a terrorist camps in Pakistan are some of the high lights.*********************************
http://www.lulu.com/browse/search.php?_shopSearch=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lulu.com%2Fbrowse%2Fsearch.php&_helpSearch=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lulu.com%2Fhelp%2Fsearch.php&_forumSearch=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lulu.com%2Fforums%2Fsearch.php%3Fmode%3Dresults&search_forum=-1&search_cat=2&show_results=topics&return_chars=200&search_keywords=&keys=&fSearch=jivan+lal&fSearchFamily=0&fSubmitSearch.x=0&fSubmitSearch.y=0 In fact it was already over. Only few other place small skirmishes were taking place all along the LOC… We had surrendered tiger hill and captured every body involved in the misadventure … only hand full of army men rest of them jihads and different group of terrorist organizations…my expectation went wrong. Major did not bit the dust. He turned out to be a smart Major …now he will claim they (those army men captured by us) men are disgruntled army men! He never acknowledged terrorists Publicly. So he will wash off his hand. U.S.envoy went to Pakistan to pacify Major …I had competed my task.still I could not expose Major's double-dealings in front of international community.
I am still willing to shake hand with him provided he close all terrorist camps along the LOC. And sign extradition treaty.opening boarders with India for business and people to people interaction. This will help to remove suspicion and bring people from both countries together. I confident that the day Pakistani government give up supporting Kashmir terrorist will bring peace in our region….
(Terrorists are supported in the name of Kashmieri freedom fighters). Gradually people from both countries will isolate terrorists and terrorism will have a natural death…
. (THE END)
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