"Cover Me" said Gopal to a sub-inspector. He started running towards the giant gate of the residential complex.
Didn't get it? I'll explain.
This is a scene of an encounter of a dreadful gangster named Feroz.
Gopal reached the residential complex and started shouting-"Surrender Feroz a friend…
I interrupted and shouted back-"Go back."
I told my right hand man Javed to kill Gopal. Javed started to fire on Gopal. Then Gopal started to run to save his life. As he was running he shouted a date and a word which was audible to me.
He said-"21st October 1986.Tiffin Drama."
I went inside the room and asked Javed and Amar (my left hand) to look after the police.
21st October 1986 the day of the longest assembly in school. I and Gopal told our teacher about our stomach and headache and our teacher permitted us to stay in the class. As all the student of our class went I and Gopal started to laugh. Gopal said while he was laughing-"See how easy it was." I answered him-"Yes it was very easy now let’s start our mission Tiffin Drama." Gopal started to fold his sleeves and I was busy searching for tasty food in tiffin. I and Gopal both had forgot to bring our tiffin. Gopal finished his folding and he too started to search for the tiffin in which tasty food was ready to eat. I found tiffin which was full of tasty snacks such as chowmein, chocolate cake. Gopal came running and started to eat. I hesitated for a while. Gopal said with his mouth full of food-"Come yaar eat." After a while with little courage I too started to eat the tiffin. When the tiffin was fully cleaned I noticed a tag on the tiffin. The tag had a name Rakesh Tyagi. We shouted in surprise like girls. Rakesh Tyagi was the son of the strictest teacher of our school, Anita Tyagi. Gopal closed the tiffin as fast as he could and zipped the bag. I with my mouth full of chocolate cake ran to my seat and seated there as nothing happened. Gopal too did the same thing. We both were little frightened.
Suddenly I heard the sound of explosive. I ran towards Javed and Amar and stopped them not to waste the explosives right now. Javed nodded while tucking his shirt inside. Amar then started to fill a box with explosive. Javed signaled the man near the door to be alert. I again went into the room and heard Gopal shouting-" Parents teacher meeting day. Doorie!" I said Amar to fire on Gopal. He fired two to three bullets on him.
When the class came back from the assembly I and Gopal where acting as if nothing happened. Rakesh seated in his seat and he noticed drops of oil on the table. The oil drops where of the chowmein we ate. He started cleaning it with a paper. Then he suddenly opened his tiffin box. I and Gopal were left blank faced. He finally complained the teacher. The teacher without any doubt scolded us as only I and Gopal were in the class. The news of we eating the tiffin of Rakesh was spread as fast as a fire in the forest. Mrs. Anita too got this news!
The next day Mrs. Anita called us. She was sitting in her cabin. She firstly asked us politely-" Did you both eat Rakesh’s tiffin?"
We did not answer and shook our head. Then she raised her tone-" Did you" before she could complete Gopal answered hesitatingly –“Ye...Yess Ma’am”
Two slap at Gopal’s face.
“Are these things that you learn from school? Stealing eh.” Said Mrs. Anita.
“Sorry Ma’am” I said.
She slapped me.
“Give the answer to my question” Mrs. Anita said.
No ma’am we are not learning these “Gopal was saying when a call interrupted and she signaled us to go outside. In the sixth period we again had a call from Mrs. Anita. We went and she told us to give our parents number to her. We both started to cry saying-“Sorry Ma’am. We will not do this again.”She said-“Bring your parents on the parents teacher meeting day to me.”
We both went back to our class. I was thinking what Abba would do when he will get this news.
Suddenly I heard a massive firing from both ends. As I went outside I saw two dead bodies of the inspector. I signaled all 120 men, Javed and Amar to kill them all. Then I called Gunni Bhai and asked him to gift me more men. He promised he will before 5 p.m.Then I again went into that school days thought.
Two days later was the parents teacher meeting day. I went to home and ammi noticed some tension on my face. I sweared to her that nothing happened. Soon after that I told her about the incident. She also gave a tight slap on my face.
After that she told all the things to abba. Abba scolded me a lot. Then I couldn’t control and started crying.
On the Parents Teacher meeting day my Abba firsts went to Mrs. Anita. Mrs. Anita told all things to him. My Abba said-“I also couldn’t believe that he could do this. I am saying sorry on his behalf.”
Mrs. Anita said-“Oh no sir no. Don’t say sorry.”
The next day our class teacher changed our seats. (This day was known as “Doorie” in our hearts.)
We had left no choice but to change our seats. The next few weeks we only talked in free periods and breaks.
2 Year Later…
We both after a year where in the same section X-B. Board exams were near. Gopal studied very hard for the exams. I didn’t as I was practicing bad habits and passing the exams. I was cheating. I brought chits in the exams and copied answers. This was the first step to bad paths I took.
On the day of the exam Gopal had got to know that I had bought chits. I requested him not to tell. But he told the teacher and I was not given to attend the exam. From that day I wanted to take revenge on him. I thought that he was the main problem of my life.
Two weeks later I and Gopal had a tight fight. The dean suspended me! I was shocked as he had suspended only me not Gopal.
As I was moving out I gave a tight slap on Gopal’s face and ran as fast as I could. Abba had already thrown me out of my house which was not mine actually.
Then came Gunni Bhai in my life. He offered me 10 lakh and told me to become his man. I agreed but with some conditions the conditions were.
1) I would complete my studies.
2) I should be given an honor as his right hand man, a home and bodyguards.
He agreed all these things.
After 8 years I had finally completed my studies. I now helped him in his works and I was known as “Feroz the Gunda.” I killed or you can say murdered many innocent people. I felt very sorry to them but it was my work what to do.
6 Months Later…
Gunni Bhai had given me charge of India as he had to go to Dubai for 3-5 years. In these years I kidnapped many, murdered many and gained money. But I was not happy with all of these. I too had a little humanity left.
Then two days later I kidnapped commissioner’s daughter. The commissioner ordered to encounter me but they couldn’t as I murdered the encounter specialist. Then commissioner gave the amount and I released her daughter. Then came news that a new encounter specialist was made named Gopal. I had a great chance to take revenge.
Commissioner again ordered to encounter me. Gopal immediately bought the vans and started firing. I with great courage injured him. This was the first encounter between Gopal and me. (The encounter Going On is the second one.)
I again heard Gopal shout “surrender”. I couldn’t control and shouted back-“Shut up Mr. Specialist and do your own work.” Then I saw the time was 3:50 p.m. Gopal couldn’t control his patience and ordered to fire.
After 2 minutes I saw that Javed had a bullet injury, he was taking his last breath. I felt very restlessness, I prayed and wished Allah to save him. But Allah had no ears to hear my voice, I realized the value of precious life, which I was playing with others life. I now felt like my body part was being taken away from me, the same emotions which I had felt when the teacher took Gopal away from me to other seat in class VIII.
Realization can happen any time, any place and from any body. I realized the words of Gopal I wanted to get out of this ‘blood’y world.
I SURRENDERED …
Court ordered 14 years jail to me. I was not interested in taking bail. I thought 14 years was not enough for me so I personally told the court to “hang me till death”.
The court denied. I started to write this book or you can say my diary. I started to do good things. I started to teach my jail mates good things. I teached them how to write and study. I tell all the children of this world not to look at this bad path where I had stepped . The jail workers were happy with my behavior in jail and reduced my 14 term jail to 13 years with court’s permission. The years in jail, I did good things and sweared myself that now onwards I will do only good jobs. I again tell all of you not to even look at bad path because if you keep looking you will have a wish to go there and if you go there you will not be able to come back.
13 Years Later…
I am now independent and I started teaching poor ones. I also helped the “Janta” (Public). Now I live a very peaceful life though with less money but with some respect given by the people to me.