Friday, January 07, 2005

Solar Strike - III

03 May

I've spent endless hours pondering over this issue. Where do I go from here? Its not as if Mr Bilal Ahmed Wani is a run of the mill Kilo you can pick up and get the truth out of. And what if I'm wrong? What if Wani or his family are not involved? What if it's someone from the household staff that hid the box in the shed? What if it was someone who jumped the wall and used the isolated shed as a hiding place?

Damn !! Too many greys here. Its not good for a dumb soldier to be thinking so much.

But then, as a soldier, I've developed a fine sense of intuition and perception, and both those fellows are screeching in my head that the Wani's are involved.

But what do I do?

I decide to follow an old Israeli Army dictum - when in doubt, hit out.

I spend the next few days covertly tailing young Wani, the nephew and 'lift' him one afternoon as he's walking home from college.

He's a young but soft lad and it isn't long before he's talking. The story emerges clear as spring water.

The op was planned by the Srinagar HM. Not one single active HM militant was involved.

The rockets came in from Srinagar. Transported by Liaquat, a truck owner cum driver from this very area. They came hidden with a consignment of fertiliser meant for the Wani farm. They were stored in the shed by the nephew. They were assembled and checked by Omar, an Ikhwan. They were placed on the shop's roof by Hassan,a shop keeper of that area.

It emerges that the decision to not use any of the local baddies was taken to avoid getting compromised.

And these luminaries?

Liaquat is a hard core HM OGW, using his truck on a regular basis for HM tasks all over the Valley.

Omar has turned. And this was his 'test of loyalty'.

Hassan did it for hard cash.

And Wani Junior? How and why did he get involved?

It appears that he got his girl friend pregnant and then followed it up by getting an abortion done in Srinagar. The HM found out and coerced him into helping, under the threat of exposing him and thereby embarrassing his uncle.

It's a crazy story. A bunch of amateurs assigned what was supposedly an important mission.

But considering the 'special' circumstances under which young Wani is conversing with me, I know that however bizarre, it is the truth.

So that was that. The solar strikers were found out. As desired by the Brigadier. But no bodies were dragged and no heads were put up on the fence.

Liaquat's truck caught fire one night during a transit halt. Sadly, he was in it.

Some miscreant tossed a grenade outside Hassan's shop. The poor fellow lost an arm and the use of his left eye.

Omar was taken care of by the Ikhwans. RIP.

Young Wani was brought up before his uncle and after whatever transpired between Wani Senior and the Brig, was moved out of the Valley. I am told he went to Dubai.

The Brigadier's ruffled ego got unruffled.

I got an invite to lunch.


At 9:50 PM, March 13, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Awesum ... :)

been reading d blog all nite...


At 10:56 PM, March 20, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes. That was one heck of a good read.. Keep up Khalid


At 11:23 AM, April 08, 2005, Anonymous bits said...

The lunch had better have been befitting to the whole drama that led to it!

At 10:14 AM, April 19, 2005, Blogger Counter Insurgent said...

X_X n Alex : Thank u :+)

Bitsy : lolz ! u know what fauji rations are like, but then the way i lived during this particular tenure, anything that didn't come out of a can was like manna from heaven :+)


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