Saturday, May 27, 2006

8 days in the life of an editor--2

After meeting the chairman—it was the evening of the 12th May—we found that the escort party for the following day’s return journey was already there waiting for us. I struck a conversation with a sergeant major of the escort party—‘Your senior (leaders) tell us that the route for the return journey is comparatively better. Do you know something about it?’

Pat came the reply—‘Better indeed! It will be a survival test! Tomorrow’s route will sure break the back of even Tarzan, the lord of jungle!!’

One among us asked him again—‘What about the leeches in the particular route?’

Quickly came forth the fitting reply—‘No problem. There will be no problem about the availability of leeches—we’ll be literally swarmed by them!’

His good repartee charmed us all and made us laugh a lot.

What heir senior leaders termed as the better and less exhaustive route happened to be just that—survival test. You stopped walking just for a moment then the leeches swarmed you. These we found out early in the morning of the return journey. Most of the time there was no road at all—we were traveling inside deep into gorges after gorges.

I still remembered—that’s when first came into contact with on our onward journey—one cadre speaking into his walky talky. He said—‘Sir, 13 bags of rice just arrived. It’s late now. Readying for drive up tomorrow’.

Instant later, we came to know that 13 bags 13 media men—we were code-worded as 13 bags of rice!’

For Rohit Khanna, who is 113 kgs of bulk, their code word was 2 quintals.

Still another cadre talking into his walky talky apparently to their senior officers—‘Sir, there is one 2-qtl bag. Being driven by 4 units’.

2 qtl bag meant Mr Rohit Khanna and 4 units, their 4 cadres attending him.

The cadres are all youngsters—they are undergoing the very hard life of the jungle leaving behind their sweet and comfortable homes—they are undergoing that hardship voluntarily for fighting the Indian Army. Why?—the question makes my head spin. But the answer seems to be so simple—it’s the motivation.

When on the road, just talking casually with them, another sergeant major said—‘We are undergoing all these hardships not monetary gains nor for the betterment of own families. It is for the supreme cause; we are constantly, incessantly moving towards achieving that cause’.

You cannot just enroll as a cadre of the MPA. First, he is to be tested for his good moral character and for the depth of his ideological moorings. If he passes that test, then he will be recruited—the sergeant major told us. But they are in no way involved in recruiting cadres—recruitment is the job of UNLF—they are serving as the army—he further said.

If a young man can pass that formidable initial test, he is given 12 to 18 months military training. He is to be trained in the use of all the modern and sophisticated arms, including artillery and he is to be hardened for the rough jungle life. If he comes out of the training successful, he can now become a private of the MPA.

What about the undisciplined acts committed by the cadres? A cadre told us like this—for some undisciplined acts committed by him, he was ranked down and finally disarmed. He could more or less tolerate the ranking down punishment but when his weapons were taken away from him, an active army, he felt like that was the end of the world. From day onwards, it had been his supreme effort not to get involved in any undisciplined act.

They had reached the place where they thought we were no longer in need of an escort—they were about to turn back into the jungles. At that moment, I felt that I was departing from something intangible—I was so saddened by those mellow feelings of departing something. I had to fight back my tears. I could not find words. I could not find words which measured up to the hardships they had endured when escorting us to and fro and my words—would they ever be able to bond with vibes of those fighting men? I could only managed to awkwardly hug two of them and mutter under my breath—

“ Be careful”.

When backed at home, one particular thought keeps totally engaging me. Why don’t our political leaders yet come to the term with the fact that they are readying for a fight in the jungle NOT because they are unable to find jobs or, the victims of unemployment. NOT because they belong to a disadvantageous section of the society or the victims of the proverbial third world poverty. The cadres we have met have such dedications to a cause and are so suffused with so a high morale but in total denial of these realities, they are being labeled as ‘misguided youths’ or ‘dissatisfied brothers or youths’ by our political leaders. Such labeling or caricaturing leads inevitably to empty slogans—‘come over ground/ come to the table for pursuing dialogues for peace and prosperity of the society’. Why don’t our political leaders come out of the traps of such slogans and instead initiate the formulation of a political approach for moving towards a settlement?

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