Story Untold

Gujjar Singh. All your accomplices are either dead or captured. You are left with no choice, but to surrender.. Or else be prepared to be shot down. In the vast stretches of desert, the loud-speaker was making the voice to resonate across the atmosphere. The echo followed…Prepared to be shot down by Police …

Dadda, remember the promise that we made to ourselves, when we joined Durjan Singh gang.

What promise ??

We will never allow ourselves to be shot dead by police. If at all, it came to that, we will kill ourselves instead of being killed by Police.

Yes, I remember that promise made in front of Goddess Kali, before we set out for our first robbery.

The day has come, when we fulfill that promise.

What are you talking about ??

How many bullets, we are left with, Dadda ??

None.

How can we be left with no bullet so soon into the battle.

Remember, Dukhiya, our informer. He switched allegiance and is now a Police informer. He siphoned off most of our weapons, while we were sleeping.

Dukhiya….You cheat. Gujjar Singh screamed. I saved you from the clutches of police and you did this to your brothers.

No point blaming Dukhiya. It was our fault, we should have done a recce of this village, before deciding to spend a night here.

If we don’t have any bullet left, we have no choice but to surrender.

Surrender…I thought that day would never come. But looks like, we don’t have any choice, we will have to surrender.

No, it is not WE, it is YOU, who will surrender, Dadda.

Only me, how about you ??

I have saved a bullet for this very day.

What ?? Dadda almost screamed in disbelief.

See this, Gujjar Singh searched through a secret pocket tied to his undergarments’ pocket and the bullet was there.

Sorry Dadda, I have to leave you.

Why cannot you also surrender ??

Even if I do, I will not be spared by Police. Remember, the 50 Thousand bounty on my head ??

If that is the case, why do you want me to live ?? I am worthless.

No you are not.

Why ??

If you die, how will people know what made Gujju, the dumb-headed gold-medallist, into Gujjar Singh, the dreaded gangster. There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

The naked Goddess Kali was still sticking her tongue out, perhaps in awe of Gujjar’s great sacrifice. It was a story worth being told.