Through his eyes – 38

When Chandi, the bomb maker who had suffered a burn injury was recovering, a young man named Debi started coming to their house. Debi and Dulal Majumdar stayed beside Chandi all the time, providing all kinds of assistance he needed for the first few weeks when his condition was very severe. Debi’s house was about a kilometer from Proloy’s house, towards the town. He was a bright student. He had left his college education and joined the Naxal party to “change the rotten system”. He was very quiet in nature but whenever he spoke no one had any difficulty to understand that he was a man with much superior intelligence.

Few days after the failed attempt to kill Ashok, the student of standard ten, Dulal Majumdar visited Proloy’s house late at night, almost after ten. From the way he knocked their door and from the way he spoke it became obvious that he was extremely cautious. It was also realized that not only he was armed but there were at least two people who came with him and were standing outside were also armed. He spoke not more than five minutes. It was realized from what he had said that they were hiding for their safety but they would be back soon and there would be all out victory. There was enough confidence in his voice for anybody to believe him. He left as silently as he came. Just few days after that visit they got a news which was as much shocking as it was unexpected – Debi died in a police encounter. Debi had a younger brother, much younger than him. His father, who was in his early 50s, owned a bicycle store in the town. Almost a month after Debi’s death Proloy saw his father in the town; he suddenly looked very old, weak and pale – as if life force had been wrenched out from his inside. Proloy found a striking similarity between him and the coal merchant, whose son was killed by Naxals suspecting him to be a secret police.

Few days after the death of Debi, it was heard that Chandi, the young man who was injured while making bomb, left the party. The reason for his leaving was very intriguing. Chandi, before becoming a Naxal was a high school dropout who used to spend his days and evenings on the streets, used to visit his home only to have two meals and listening to humiliating words from his father for not doing anything for his own future or for the family.

While he was recuperating from his burn injury he was not only provided with the best possible medical care but also best possible nutrition. The care and attention made him feel someone special and he declined to join the party as a foot soldier and doing the same kind of work as he was doing before. He even had started calling the younger Naxals as “juniors” instead of “comrades”.  It was not sure if he had decided to leave the party or his party had expelled him. There was also unconfirmed news that he was murdered by the Naxals as they had suspected that he would join the opposition political party, CPI(M) and potentially became a high risk for them as he could divulge the secrets he knew like the information about the families which provided material support to the Naxals, places where fire arms were made and kept hidden &C. In few days’ time they received news that Suda, the young Naxal, who tried to kill Ashok, the tenth standard student was killed in a police encounter.

As days went by smoke and sound of explosions were perceived from large to larger distances at less to lesser frequencies as if soldiers were receding from the battle field. And then it stopped. Completely. And that was also the time when the families who had left the village at the onset of the Naxal movement started returning. Few months had passed without any exciting news and attendance of students in the school started becoming regular.  There was no trace of Naxals anywhere. None was seen on the streets during the day or even after dark. Only Dulal Majumdar visited the houses of selected few, late at night, in complete darkness walking like a cat on its paws just to inform that everything was alright, the revolution did not stop, he would return soon and explain in detail but he kept people waiting. Nevertheless his presence, even though very brief made people happy, as if some long lost friend had suddenly appeared, his assurance of “bringing a change” raised hope, for whatever short duration that could be. Few more months passed without any exciting news and after three to four visits Dulal Majumdar also stopped coming.


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2 thoughts on “Through his eyes – 38”

    1. It was a true incidence. The life of people almost came to a complete halt due to this movement. According to some political analysts it was a conspiracy by China, they created this movement. In this story I have changed only two things: name of the narrator and the place. it is not so bad now even though Naxal movement still exists in some parts of India even today. Thank you for your inspirational comment.

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