Praise for Baramulla Bomber

Intelligent and comprehensive with enough narrative to support another instalment. Kirkus Review, International acclaimed book review agency

A genre on its own, with an inquisitive writing style. Mythology, history and politics take life within the parameters of science. A well needed dialogue and Clark Prasad is our pioneer. Rheea Mukherjee, writer, co-founder BWW, www.bangalorewriters.com

Have built up the element of suspense very well. Anuradha Goyal, author, blogger and book reviewer, www.anureviews.com
The book forces a person to think and connect the dots. His way of writing makes the reader feel as if they are witnessing the events as they happen. Its a must read for anyone who likes espionage stories.

Anupama Sensharma, Delhi

The head popping POV that the author has given to its characters made me love the book even more. For what I want to give Mr. Prasad a standing ovation is the brilliantly extensive and extensively brilliant research work which he has done for the book. It told me of the facts about Kashmir that I, even after being a Kashmiri, didnt know about my land. In the age when the authors do not even bother to look up a dictionary while writing a book, Mr. Prasad has proved that if you work harder youll have a piece of gold in your hands in the form of the book. Hats off!

Jassi Mir, Srinagar

Action packed and riveting! A smart, immersive piece of writing that just sucks you in. Cant wait to read the next book in the series!

Hemant Galagali, Mysore

The story will keep you engaged throughout. It is a thrilling read and my recommendation would be to go grab your copy. The book is worth it!!!

Shweta Sharma, Bangalore

Watch this space! A genre of writing not seen in India and the novel never overwhelms or bores.

Naveen Khurana, Bangalore

Svastik Trilogy-Eka

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Published by D-78, Okhla Industrial Area, Phase-I New Delhi-110 020, INDIA Tel: 91-11-26816301, 49327000 Fax: 91-11-26810483, 26813830 email: [email protected] website: www.niyogibooksindia.com Copyright Suraj Prasad 2013 Editor: Gita Rajan Cover Design: Damonza Layout: Nabanita Das/Niyogi Books ISBN: xxxxxxxxxx Publication: 2013 Suraj Prasad asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.Other than actual historical events, portrayed according to the authors interpretation, all characters appearing in this book are a work of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons is entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without prior written permission and consent of the Publisher. Printed at: Niyogi Offset Pvt. Ltd., New Delhi, India

For my parents, sisters, roomies, friends and her.

WARNING
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The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It should transcend personal God and avoid dogma and theology. Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things natural and spiritual as a meaningful unity. Buddhism answers this description. If there is any religion that could cope with modern scientific needs it would be Buddhism.

Albert Einstein

FACT

ndias Ironman and the first Home Minister of Independent India, Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel wrote a letter to Prime Minister Jawahar Lal Nehru, on 7 November 1950, warning him about Indias lack of foresightedness with respect to China. He apprised him of the danger China posed to the Union, and requested a meeting to discuss the steps that he had listed out, to tackle the situation. Sardar Patel died on 15 December 1950, and the situation with China continues to remain tense.

All the departments, associations and organisations in this novel exist or existed in somewhat similar structure. All the past reportage, news or events mentioned have occurred or are believed to have happened. All the presented science facts are true, and experiments have been conducted to test related hypotheses. All the locations and streets exist or existed, somewhat similar in description.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God John 1:1(50-100 AD)

Prajapati vai idam agre asit tasya vak dvitiya asit vak vai param brahma Rig Veda(3000 BC) In the beginning was Prajapati, the Brahman (one supreme) with whom was the Word/Vak (AUM) and the Word was verily the Supreme Brahman.

Si vis pacem, para bellum If you wish for peace, prepare for war

Prologue

T-MINUS 1 HOUR TO EVENT

Present Day Somewhere in Nordic Region Airspace December 11, 18:30 CET

ady, if you were a guy I would have said that you have some balls! yelled Adolf, raising his voice to be heard above the surrounding noise of the military jet and gusty wind, thousands of metres above the ground. Darling, we do have balls. The difference is that ours are a bit closer to our head, so they work better, shouted Aahana as she winked at him, putting on her oxygen mask, and jumped off the bomber plane, but not before chanting a sacred set of words Aum Mani Padme Hum in her mind. Adolf watched her rapidly drop out of sight, her skydiving form perfect. Mansur Haider is one lucky guy to have a girl like her. Next to exit the bomber jet was the Indian Home Minister, Agastya Rathore, strapped to a commando. Finally it would be Adolf s turn to jump, accompanied by a British commando who completed the team. Agastya took out his mobile phone and looked longingly at a photo of himself and his wife. He glanced back at his partner who was ready to take him down. Placing his mobile back in the zipper pocket, adjusting his gloves once again, and putting on the oxygen mask, he breathed in, feeling the pure air rushing into his lungs. Agastya prepared to make the jump as the bomber plane flew in a curve around the designated drop zone, his legs getting a tingling sensation.

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As they took the flight and jumped out, he could feel the instant rush of blood and the cold wind assaulting his face. His mind was a battlefield raging with questions: GOD! Here we are on the way down to destroy the Ancient Biblical-Vedic weapon tested at the Shaksgam Valley and here I am feeling that I am too old for this stuff. And to think of it, I would not be here if there had been no Partition or if the first war with Pakistan had not been stopped in 1948. If Lal Bahadur Shastri had not died in Tashkent or if Indira Gandhi had stuck to her decision and rolled into the western part of Pakistan during the 1971 war, WE would not have been in this grave situation. IF only there was a chance to roll back TIME and change the past. When could have we changed it? Could it be it back in 1947 on the 2nd of November or when Gods power was unleashed!

GodS POWER UNLEASHED

Jornadadel Muerto Desert, Los Alamos New Mexico, United States of America July 16,1945,05:35 MWT

t was a brilliant sight, as though the gods had unleashed their power in the burning of a thousand suns. God seemed to have been tamed, and power lay at mans fingertips. The rumblings of the loud blast ten miles away could be heard across the base camp. Men in dark glasses at the base camp, many miles away, watched as the first atomic explosion, aptly titled Trinity took over. Many of them cheered and laughed, others cried in excitement. For these men, this weapon signified the end of war. But a small group stood silent, the men who knew they had unleashed heavens wrath from the past. One of the silent men, watching the spectacle and the commotion around him, hung his head as he turned to walk away from the room. His shoulders drooped as if with the weight of the universe, a burden he would not die with, only carry in his soul, crying for what he had created. He was J.R. Oppenheimer, the leading theoretical physicist of the world. Oppenheimer recalled lines from the Bhagwad Gita wherein Vishnu in his avatar as Krishna, exhorts Arjuna to do his duty and not worry about the result. During this interaction, Vishnu, a part of the Holy Trinity of Hinduism, grew into his large, majestic multi-arm form and announced to the awed ArjunaNow I have become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

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What have we done? We have used the forbidden knowledge of our lost ancestors to bring wrath in our world. The knowledge died for a reason, we are not worthy enough to exploit it. Feeling despondent, he walked away from the group of cheering men. A stream of tears ran down his hollow cheeks but dried out by the time he entered a small makeshift office to pick up his documents. The area of Los Alamos was special to him as he had spent his early childhood in a boarding school here. Now it seemed that he would dread this place as he unleashed something on this planet which he hoped would never see the light of day. Pondering over his future, he got an insatiable urge to carry on investigating the hidden mysteries of the Vedas, the ancient knowledge books of India. According to him, Access to the Vedas is the greatest privilege this century may claim over all previous centuries, and he expressed his feeling openly, wanting to teach, but worried about its implication in the world. My life is finite, the universe infinite. To whom do I entrust my knowledge? Should I allow it to die with me? The notes of Kaul, on those tablets of Shaksgam Valley, seem impossible to believe. But Kashmir does hold secrets, secrets more ancient than Philistines or Israelite people, secrets which only a Kashmiri may know.

The year it began: 1947

15th 14th August: Pakistan is born August: India gains Independence WAR FOR KASHMIR BEGINS

We have declared that the fate of Kashmir is ultimately to be decided by the people. That pledge we have given, and the Maharaja has supported, is not only to the people of Kashmir but to the world. We will not, and cannot back out of it. We are prepared when peace and law and order have been established to have a referendum held under international auspices like the United Nations. We want it to be a fair and just reference to the people, and we shall accept their verdict. I can imagine no more fair and just offer. Pandit Nehru, Prime Minister of India, 2ndNovember, 1947, Broadcast to the nation over All India Radio.

mEETING OF THE Chos Skyong

Stone Cave Near Kintraw, Scotland, United Kingdom November 6,1947,23:10 GMT

James 4:14: Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

ist has many connotations from enchanting to sinister, as it creates an aura of imagination and mystery. It appears for a period, dimming the visibility around the area it envelopes, till it vanishes. But till that time the aura builds and stories are born sometimes taking the form of myths. Myths built upon legendary personalities, groups and folklore. Celtic land is not new to such folklore. Known for its ancient monoliths, Norse history and scenic beauty, the village had its own secretssecrets known to many and secrets known to few. Its forest protected such a mystery. Deep in this forest was a series of caves, majestic and murky, the meeting place of the Guardians, a secret few were aware of. The caves were a sanctum to the Guardians, a location where they assembled to discuss ways to control free-will in the world. The Guardians had the power and influence to do so; they belonged to ancient Royalties. The stage was set for a showdown inside the caves, remodelled more than a century ago during Queen Victorias rule by the Guardians who had at that time helped her gain control over the throne, ensuring

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that it was done independently enough. Thousands of years ago, this ancient Council of Royalties was established at a time when kings were considered the descendants of Gods. There were twelve families, twelve royalties tied together by their royal bloodline. Each family represented a constellation in the celestial sphere. After a few centuries each constellation got a zodiac name which each family took up as their identity. An identity which brought them together to this cave near this small Scottish village. Fresh wind from the countryside blew into the caves small opening and gushed out again into the open air through a network of underground channels. Eleven nobly dressed figures had already arrived inside the cave at the duly appointed time to meet their leader. As they assembled around the table, they could sense all was not well with their leader. They greeted each other with the sacred primordial sound Ogham in a similar deep baritone and looked at their leader to start the proceeding. DAMN the Indian Leadershipplausible deniabilitythat is exactly what they will hear from these Pakistanis for years to come, boomed a heavily accented Welsh voice as his fist sporting large rings banged on a round mahogany table. The towering dark-haired figure was breathing heavily, his body trembling, red nostrils dilating. His hands were spread out on the table, his head bowed. Slowly, he raised his head and swept his deep blue eyes around the table, glancing at eleven middle-aged figures looking at him. Sir Trimble, we tried to pass the message and make our moves, but it was of no avail, cried out a voice from one corner of the table. All eyes were on him, staring with displeasure. Sir Trimble looked at the elegantly designed ring which the Guardian, who replied, was wearing and noticed the green coloured stone. Emerald stonehe is from the Cancer constellation, one of my fathers challengers. Sir Trimble looked at his ring, and the greenish-yellow coloured Topaz stone. Each of the Guardians wore a ring with a stone representing their constellation. The ring was handed down to the descendants since its creation centuries ago. Each
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ring stone was tri-decagon-shaped or thirteen sided, and rested on gold and platinum based metal. The rim of the ring had twelve constellation signs engraved on it, with one constellation showcasing the wearers zodiac star, highlighted in gold and larger than others. The head Guardian moved his left index finger on top of the shiny stone of his ring. He raised his head, looking at the engraved Swastika inside a six sided star on the archaic wooden round table. He then shifted his gaze towards the group. Fellow Guardians, fifth of November is a date that Great Britain will never forget. Likewise second of November will be for India, a date filled with regret. Something they could have changed, if only they had realised its importance. A British royal family member and a veteran of many anti-Nazi operations, Sir Trimble was not new to stressful situations. He continued loudly, Standing down and not taking sides was not a favourable option but Sir Auchinleck was right in issuing the stand-down order to British officers, instructing them not to fight if war broke out between India and Pakistan. The guardians inside the cave were silent. It seemed they were heading towards another crisis which promised to spiral out of control. The tall aristocrat calmed down and regained his composure. He looked towards a wheatish skinned fellow guardian Vishvanath Rathore, code name Leolus, after the constellation Leo, and spoke sternly, We needed to ensure that the Pakistanis were pushed out of Kashmir. Why could we not stop the Indian Prime Minister from reaching All India Radio and announcing the statement four days back? The Home Ministry was clueless, and thats where things got murky, replied Guardian Leolus. Not to mention the pressure from Mr Baker, the Secretary of State, and his cronies in the Commonwealth Relations Office. He is the mouthpiece for Pakistanis during all Security Council meetings at the UN. Sir Trimble was still breathing heavily but it had a rhythm to it now, Nehru did not need to do it but we can do nothing about it. He folded his hands and watched as his peers nodded in agreement. Pakistans main objective will be to ensure that the Indian border is as far as possible, from Rawalpindi.
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He stood in silence now. The immense responsibility of leading this ancient council had been handed over to him five weeks earlier. His mind was struggling to comprehend the next steps. Nine years ago we made our biggest mistake. We could have stopped that young Jewish student in Paris, from killing the Nazi diplomat. Who knows then Kristallnacht, would not have happened and Hitler would not have established his stranglehold. Hitler was a mistake, and then the Jewish student and now Kashmir. Everything is going out of hand, and if Oppenheimer connects more dots like the power of God he unleashed, we will be doomed. Take control of yourself! We can still manipulate this planet. Sir Trimble was now calm. He spoke up, Remember our motto is always universal determinism and that there are no coincidences in life, only perceptions and illusions of coincidences. And, my fellow Guardians, we, members of Chos Skyong have failed in doing our sacred duty. We should not brood over what has happened. Everyone makes mistakes. We did what we thought then was in the best interest of the world. He looked around the table for some reaction, but got none. He continued, It does not matter now. It is a thing of the past, and we need to think about the future and get ready to take some level of control in Shaksgam Valley, for that will be their destination when they return. We will need to find a roadmap to take control of Shaksgam Valley which is now in Pakistans control. India still has Baramulla. How is the region now? Sir Trimble looked at Leolus. Well, fellow Guardians, the Baramulla region was totally ravaged and plundered by the Pakistani troopers and the Kabali tribal people. In fact He stopped for a moment, looked at the group, took a deep breath and continued, Hardly 1,000 inhabitants were left alive out of a total population of 14,000. The room reverberated with a collective gasp. They spared no one. They attacked the St Josephs Franciscan Convent compound and stormed the hospital and the small chapel inside it. They raped and killed the nuns, the patients, the doctors and even pregnant women were murdered in cold blood. And your cable mentioned that there is only one survivor from the Haider family. Sir Trimbles tone was heavy with concern.
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Yes, the Haider family baby was just born. The Mother Superior, the colonel and many others died saving him. Sir Trimble looked relieved. Standing up, he walked towards the other end of the room and addressed the group again, What plans do we have for him? Where is he now? He needs to be BOOM! A blast ripped from below the table. Sir Trimble, who was standing near the edge of the south side of the room, was flung up to the ceiling. As he came crashing down he saw the bodies of his compatriots splattered around the room. His chest was warm with blood. He tried to focus his fractured vision around the room. One of the council members was trying to drag himself up and fell in front of him. I am sorry he said and breathed his last. LeolusdontOh lordGOOD GOD, mea culpaprotect the Haider family. We have failedWewe Sir Trimble took a ragged breath. We haveto protect Shaksgam Valley our sanctum sanctorum The frail voice faded in the smoke-filled room. The mist begins to clear outside the cave where a tall and lanky figure hiding behind the trees raises his head on hearing the blast. Abhimanyu Kashyapas young teen face is plastered with a worried look, his feet begin to tremble and he clutches the bark of the tree not removing his brown-eyed gaze from the entrance. The horses jump around feeling the vibration of the shockwaves, but settle gradually after a few moments. The tall teen stands up and begins walking towards the cave entrance. He begins to pray as he strides slowly ahead; his face shows a sense of calm as he thinks of the words from the Gita. Kyon Vyarth Chinta Karte Ho? Kis Se Vyarth Darte Ho? Kaun Tumhe Maar Sakta Hai? Aatma Na Paida Hotee Hai, Na Marti Hai. How true. Our soul is like this mist, only present for some time in this finite body and then returns into the universe. Leolus, Rathore Sir, was right. Something was going to happen. I just have to help whosoever is alive in the cave and pass on the legend of the Guardians to Leolus descendant whenever he or she will be ready, and protect Baramullas Haider family.

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1947 TO 1965

1947: Oppenheimer becomes Director of Princetons institute.

1947 to 1950

1948: India-Pakistan ceasefire, Kashmir and Indian border frontlines changed. 1950: Abhimanyu Kashyapa loses track of Haider family of Baramulla. Rathore family (Royal family of Rajasthan) joins active politics after merging with the Indian Union.

1953: Abhimanyu Kashyapa joins the Indian Army. 1960: Formation of World Academy of Art and Science by eminent scientists like Albert Einstein and Oppenheimer; (official) aim was to make aware to humanity the dangers inherent in scientific discoveries. 1961: Indo-China War, Captain Abhimanyu Kashyapa captured as POW. Loses 90 per cent of the men under his command. Gets released later. 1965: Indo-Pak War, Major Abhimanyu Kashyapa leads charge into various combat operations. Wins medal for unmatched valour in battle. 1965: Oppenheimer diagnosed with malignant throat cancer.

1951 to 1965

THE Apprentice JOINS

The Institute for Advanced Study, Princeton, United States of America October 3,1965,15:45 EST

he six hundred plus capacity Alexander Hall was sparsely packed with doctoral students awestruck at what they had just heard and seen. Two hours into the lecture, the blackboard was chalked out with multiple formulae and illustrative diagrams which were elaborated by the senior professor of theoretical physics. Now with a broken and feeble voice, the professor was taking his last lecture in this position, a position once held by Albert Einstein. The lecture was not part of the curriculum, but the doctoral students attendance was ensured via word-of-mouth around the dormitories, classrooms, lanes and parks in this institute. Smoking a half-lit cigarette hanging by his mouth, Robert Oppenheimer studied the students as he concluded his session on his theories around primordial elements and primordial sound. Knowing that this was the academic home of great scientists like Albert Einstein, John von Neumann, and Kurt Gdel, he expected a lot of scepticism to set in among the students. The father of the atom bomb was expecting this to be reflected by a potential barrage of questions fired at him. But the expressions of his students did not changehe sensed a mix of disbelief, sarcasm and awe in their body language.

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Professor! A voice rang out from the first set of students sitting to his right. Oppenheimer adjusted his grey suit as he turned his gaze towards that corner, and nodded to the student to go ahead. Finally someone breaks the ice. Professor, we get the concept of primordial nuclides as elements which were left over from when the universe was created, but how do we take that there is a concept of primordial sound attached to it? Yes, sir, it sounds absurdspace is a vacuum, other voices spoke out in his support. Now in his sixties, the seasoned professor still got excited with the challenges thrown at him, especially from sceptics. Class, we all agree that the earth was formed more than four billion years ago, and the universe which was formed with the big bang concept is much older than that. The professor waited for a moment to take in his breath as the class nodded in unison. So one of the theories is that the universe is ever expandingbut what if we take this argument a little further. This ever expanding universe before was a dot, a void and the primordial sound is a force expanding it. Looking at the puzzled faces, he thought of simplifying the explanation. In a flute, the air inside gets compressed and rarefied by the sound waves, thus creating music for some and noise for others, like me. The class broke out into a small spontaneous laughter. So I have your attention now, the professor smiled. The sound waves or the primordial sound in this case in the universe is due to compression and rarefaction of matter and light. One may think that a force is pushing the universe out, creating something like a ripple effect. Now the universe is expanding, but a limit will be reached sometime in the future. After that two things may happen. Either it will begin to contract or snap depending on who controls it. Oppenheimer snapped his finger, still trying to create an impression among his audience, hoping for someone who would pick his thoughts and continue his studies into the Vedas. He was looking for an apprentice. In the last row a lanky Asian-looking bearded doctoral student with a prominent parrot nose watched him carefully. He felt a sense of urgency
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to jump in and support the professor. He raised his left hand and as soon as he got the professors attention, spoke in his deep baritone, You are saying this is based on an ancient Vedic book from India. Books. There are four VedasRigveda, Yajurveda, Samaveda and Atharvaveda, said the professor, indicating the number with the fingers of his right hand. Each denotes a separate set of knowledge. Knowledge we still need to understand but are now in a position to decipher. Professor, is it true that you believe that the 1945 atom bomb explosionsthose in Hiroshima and Nagasaki were not the first ones to be done on this planet? Yes. Nuclear weapons have been used in the past by our ancestors. The professor keenly observed the young bearded student. You seem to have inputs for this discussion. What is it you want to add? The lanky student stood up, walked briskly down the aisle, took his place at the mike and slowly turned to face the lecture hall. He elaborated on the theory of how the old civilisations of Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro were hit by a calamity 5,000 years ago. Families were buried alive together as seen in the skeletons found holding hands or embracing each other. Food was being cooked during the time and grains preserved in the vessels were dug out from the sites. And to top it, these skeletons, grains and the area have signs of radiation, ancient radioactivity. The impact though is not like the extinction event aka the Shiva Hypothesis, he spoke in a hushed tone and then raised his voice to a considerable pitch, It appears as though a nuclear explosion had descended on them! He banged the table in front of him. As soon as he thumped the table, the vibration resounded around the hall, and the bell outside the hall rang signalling the end of the lecture. The students stood up thanking the professor for the insightful (for some) and thought-provoking lecture. Oppenheimer thanked everybody and bade goodbye. The lanky Asian standing on the floor rushed up to get his books and bag. Turning around he saw Oppenheimer walking out. I have got to meet him; I am close to the solution to my masla, my problem.

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ppenheimer walked out into the open ground in the beautiful and sprawling campus. The eight-hundred-acre area of buildings, rows of pine trees, wetlands and farm fields was the perfect place to theorise. ProfessorProfessor Oppenheimer! called out a voice loudly. Holding on to his hat in the wind, Oppenheimer turned around on hearing his name. It was the lanky parrot-nosed, bearded Asian student. Professor, a moment, I need to share more. Oppenheimer waited for him to continue. I have completed a doctorate in electromagnetism where I have assisted, Dr Joseph Rotblat, your colleague from the World Academy of Art and Science. I also worked with Mohammad Abdus Salam in the past. AhaJoseph, my Polish friend, and Salam, he is one of the most intelligent minds from the East. How can I help you, young man? The lanky bearded man blurted out in a hushed tone, In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was GodI would like to work under you professor. Oppenheimer stood silent as he studied this interesting young student. And what is this word? Its the primordial sound, the sound which was there during the creation, during the big bangand is always present around us. Even now when we talk its sonic vibration is around us. Oppenheimer did not show any reaction in his face. The wind picked up pace as Oppenheimer held on to his hat, and kept his left hand on it as he continued. So you have heard of my research in the sonic vibration around the Hindu chant of AUM in the universeI did not speak about it openly. The student looked on and smiled, and gave a gentle nod. Oppenheimer, using his right hand, took out a small spiral notepad from his inner coat pocket. He turned the pages using his right thumb, as the students gaze turned towards the notepad in expectation that the professor was going to show him something. See these drawings, do they make any sense to you? asked Oppenheimer as he passed on the notepad to the inquisitive student. The student smiled as he saw the three drawings.
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This is from Talim, our secret language of Kashmir. Oppenheimer heaved a sigh of relief Maybe, just maybeI found a person who can build me the weapon of universal sound which brought down the walls of Jericho from the book of Joshua in 1400 BC. The wordsyes I rememberand seven priests shall bear seven rams horns before the ark; and the seventh day ye shall compass the city seven times, and the priests shall blow with the horns. And Joshua commanded the people, saying: Ye shall not shout, nor let your voice be heard, neither shall any word proceed out of your mouth, until the day I bid you shout; then shall ye shout, mumbled Oppenheimer, keeping his eyes closed as the young student gazed at him confused. What professor? Come to my beachside property in the island of St John in the Virgin Islands. We can continue working thereand I did not get your name. Dr Nasir Abiad Raja. India or Pakistan? asked Oppenheimer, taking a fifty-fifty guess. Neither, professor, Kashmiri, He sounded proud of his origin.

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1967:Birth of Agastya Rathore, grandson of Vishvanath Rathore, and son of international test player Dileep Rathore. Major Abhimanyu Kashyapa becomes godfather to young Agastya. 1967: J. Robert Oppenheimer dies, post a coma in Princeton. His protge Dr Nasir takes over Oppenheimers research files from his house in the island of St John in the Virgin Islands. 1971: Indo-Pak War, for Bangladeshs freedom. Brigadier Kashyapa prepares for attack on Western Pakistan towards Rawalpindi under special directive from the Prime Minister. The attack called off due to backroom negotiations by the global community. 1980: General Kashyapa retires from Indian Army, and joins active politics along with Rathore family. 1988: Agastya Rathore passes out of Cambridge, along with Aditya Khurana, son of then Prime Minister of India. 2005: Agastya Rathore joins active politics. 2009: Dr Nasir receives Nobel Prize in physics with his ground breaking work in acoustic physics. 2010: Agastya Rathores party wins elections. Aditya Khurana becomes the Prime Minister of India, Agastya the new Home Minister, and General Kashyapa, the Defence Minister. 2011: Dr Nasir moves to Pakistan and works under General Pervez Musa Hussein. Sets up a laboratory in Shaksgam Valley. One year before Present Day: Haider family tracked by General Kashyapa.

1965 to 1980

1981 to Present Day

PRESENT DAY BEGINS

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Lutyens Road, Delhi, India May 07,15:30 IST

fifteen feet long portrait of the twelfth century Greater Arabian Peninsula Islamic caliphate political map was spread magnificently across the light turquoise coloured wall in the hallway. Framed in a metal colour, the portrait showed the kingdom of Saladin, the famous King who ruled Arabia from 1174 to 1193, defeating the Christian Crusaders. The portrait was part of the grand royalty showcasing around the politically significant bungalow. The main design built on a principle of French architecture, with Kashmiri and Iranian carpets laid out in several rooms, was a reflection of its owners taste. He was blue-blooded, a descendant from one of Indias ancient royal clans, with not only many family secrets but a great national responsibility. Agastya Harshvardhan Rathore was Indias Home Minister, at forty-five, the youngest in history. Agastya thought of his Cambridge days and the strong bond he shared with his Prime Minister; he thought of how they met their life partners and of his infatuation with Carina, the Swedish blonde, his course mate for Archaeo-Astronomy. Those stars have so many secrets, and we have so much to learn. We can only learn if we are at peace with ourselves. And peace can come only by war. Agastya Rathore looked up. He stroked his light chin strapped beard, which sat smug around his oval, tanned face. He had thick jet

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black hair combed back to reveal his large forehead. A small cut from an old injury was visible below his lips. At five feet eight inches, he had a lean physique and deep blue eyes. Agastya called in his private secretary and told him to hold all calls until 6:00 pm, unless it was from the Prime Ministers Office (PMO) or from Central Counter Terrorist Command (CCTC); he wanted to rest. The secretary duly noted his request. He got up and walked towards the bookshelf mounted on the wall. The books reflected his eclectic reading, but the ones in this section of the shelf focused on Pakistan, China, terrorism, and covert operations. Agastya picked up Chinese Strategic Culture and Foreign Policy DecisionMaking: Confucianism, Leadership and War, a book by Huiyun Feng. With the book in hand he walked to his bed. Lying down, he started thumbing through the book, reviewing the mental maps that formed in his mind. For thousands of years no war with China; the communists took over sixty years ago, and everything went downhill. They attacked Tibet to liberate it, liberation from what?and with reports that Shaksgam Valley is getting active with Chinese troops and Pakistan ISI, some serious weapon testing may be happening there India would need to move ahead quickly. Time is running out, and peace can come only by war, a war which can be manipulated and controlled. The Indian Home Minister turned his gaze to his right index finger and its gold-platinum embroidered ring studded with onyx locked in by thirteen titanium clips. The ancestral ring protects me. Thanks to my mentor General Abhimanyu Kashyapa, I now know about my link to the ancient order of the Guardians. His story about the Scotland blast of the guardians was unbelievable, but he did carry my grandfathers body back to Indiaand the Kashmir issue was left unresolved in that meeting. Hope all goes according to plan for Kashmir now.

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Shaksgam Valley (Kashmir) Back in the News with Tunguska-like Event By Our Correspondent Lyon Picard
Paris: An earthquake occurred in the northern part of Kashmir and China at around 7:17am local time, May 7. The quake was measured at 3.4 on the Richter Scale, with the epicentre located around the Shaksgam Valley (area ceded to China by Pakistan) in the Kashmir region. What has confused the various Meteorological Offices is the jarring of all seismographs in the region. The area is now closed to visitors, and cordoned off by the Chinese Army. There are reports of a group of Norwegian mountaineers, Nordic Rockers, en route to Mount K2 from Shaksgam Valley getting stranded in the area. Chinese and Pakistan armies are coordinating the rescue effort. Satellite pictures from NASAs Lincoln Near Earth Object Observation Programme have shown large tracts of trees flattened over a hundred square km, near Shaksgam River. An asteroid hit is ruled out by Canadian satellite NEOSSat. Shaksgam Valley had been also in the news a month back, with Roscosmos (Russian Federal Space Agency) satellites monitoring the area for Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) reported by certain amateur astronomers, and spiral shaped sky phenomena similar to that which hit Norways sky in 2009, a day before US President Obama was going to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. A similar mysterious flattening of trees was seen over 2,000 square km (800 square miles) near the Tunguska River back on 30 June, 1908, in Czarist Russia. More details from Shaksgam Valley are awaited.

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VZCZCXRO3157 DE RUEHIL #0768 0120352 ZNY SSSSS ZZH P 120352Z JUN 12 FM AMEMBASSY ISLAMABAD RUEHBJ/AMEMBASSY BEIJING PRIORITY 4879 RUEHBUL/AMEMBASSY KABUL PRIORITY 6679 RUEHNE/AMEMBASSY NEW DELHI PRIORITY 0078 RUEHKP/AMCONSUL KARACHI PRIORITY 4188 RUEAIIA/CIA WASHDC PRIORITY RUEKJCS/JOINT STAFF WASHINGTON DC PRIORITY RUEKJCS/SECDEF WASHINGTON DC PRIORITY RHEHNSC/NSC WASHDC PRIORITY Monday, 12 June, 03:52 S E C R E T SECTION 01 OF 01 ISLAMABAD 000065 SIPDIS EO 12958 DECL: 06/12/2062 TAGS CHN, EAID, MOPS, PK, PREL,SKV SUBJECT: REPORT ON SHAKSGAM VALLEY INCIDENT Classified By: Ambassador Rudolph Burgan, Reasons 5 1. (S) Summary and introduction: In his June 11 meeting with Ambassador Rudolph Burgan, ISI Chief General Shaqukat Patuadi spoke about the Shaksgam Valley Incident. The reference was to a mining accident flattening a part of the region, and suspected ufos in the area. Following the meeting ISI Chief General Shaqukat Patuadi spoke privately with Ambassador Burgan. End summary. 2. (C) Meeting Participants: U.S. Assistant Secretary Ryan D. Willy, Bureau of South and Central Asian Affairs Ambassador Rudolph Burgan, Lieutenant General Ken Monger, Defence Representative to Pakistan Ms Naomi Woods, Senior Advisor, Bureau of South and Central Asian Affairs Embassy note taker. Pakistan, ISI Chief Shaqukat Patuadi, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Brigadier General Ramiz Ahmed.

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3. (S), ISI Chief General Shaqukat Patuadi refuted all allegations that Pakistan establishment is trying to cover up a military experiment conducted in Shaksgam Valley, with the help of the Chinese. He showed photographs of the area which were matching the ones taken by our satellites and those shared by Indias DIPAC (Defence Imagery Processing and Analysis Centre). Accusations that Al Qaeda was present there were decried, calling it preposterous for the Indian government to think that way. He had some choicest words for the RAW, and their new antiterror department CCTC. According to him a mining accident caused the flattening. 4. (S), The U.S. Ambassador reiterated that the US government believed them. On being asked for details of eye-witnesses from a four member mountaineering team, they showed their ignorance. In private conversation, the ISI chief told the Ambassador that General Pervez Musa Hussein would be taking over his position after six months. COMMENT 5. (S) The Chinese maintain the mining accident story and Indians mention some impact seen in Kashmir with a minute seismic activity recorded at the same time. New Delhi Embassy would need to dig some more. The incident indicates a Tunguska-like event but needs confirmation at the ground level at Shaksgam Valley. Covert action recommended by non-US assets. Based on 09STOCKHOLM552 secret cable with Swedish Government indicating that they would be coming out of neutrality, usage of Srskilda OperationsgruppenSOG, the Swedish secret service arm would be fruitful. The task can also include locating the missing mountaineering team Nordic Rockers from Norway.

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C.I.A. Safe House, Islamabad, Pakistan August 4,15:30 PST

he humid atmosphere inside the small room began to change with the strong gust of wind blowing through the open windows and rattling them. The room, part of an insignificant looking flat, began to get wet as the gusty wind also brought in a gentle drizzle. The drizzle gradually picked up speed; the water trickling into the room formed small puddles that grew into tiny streams across the faint yellow coloured tiled floor and flowed where a six feet tall bearded man lay spreadeagled on the floor. The water drenched him; his legs jerked in response. He opened his eyes slowly and moved his head from side to side. He arched his back and lifted his body off the floor, turning suddenly as the window rattled again. His lungs felt overburdened. Am I poisoned? Why am I shivering and nauseated? He checked his watch. Forty minutes but looks like hours since I fell. My bones are hurtingwhat was I doingI was listening to the CD! The music sent in the package. Increasingly disoriented, the tall Swedish intelligence covert agent scanned the room, trying to locate the CD-Player, and dragged himself towards the corner where the red coloured pint sized player had fallen. The window banged one more time. He looked out. From the second floor he could see a medium built person in a black kurta standing

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outside, looking directly at him. Picking up a monocle lying on the table beside the window, he placed it in front of his right eye to identify the man; he looked familiar. The mans heavily bearded face broke into a sadistic smile as he waved one hand holding some sort of a radio transmitter, with a small antenna in his other hand. Jalal Afridinow I rememberShaksgam Valley, he took me theremy guide to the place, the music CD package was given by him. Just back from a covert operation in Shaksgam Valley a few hours earlier, he did not have an opportunity to communicate with the base. His chest hurt as he tried to breathe; he started sweating profusely. As he started coughing up blood, he noticed his arm turn a dirty bluish green. He felt alarmed. My throat is dry. I have been poisoned! Inside his body, a losing battle raged on with every passing second. His organs were collapsing, he was becoming delirious. He rushed towards a grey wall cupboard holding the silver cross hanging from his neck tightly with his left hand. Praying hard, he tried to reach his communicator. Sweeping the gadget from the shelf, he slumped on the floor with his back against the wall. Sliding open the device, he did the iris scan to operate the device. Nothing happened. What the fuck! My iris is changing. This is the weapon the terrorists are going to use. Will a phone ring now? He jerked his fragile body as he felt his phone vibrate inside his loose pyjama pockets. Taking out the sea blue coloured phone, he saw the same area code from Dharamshala India which the Nordic Rocker mountaineers received shortly before their untimely death in Islamabad after returning from Shaksgam Valley. The Nordic Rocker climber Lindas details were rightI am not answering. Damn it! I did not pass all the information from Shaksgam Valley, especially around the Chos Skyong tablets. He dropped the ringing mobile and brought his communicator close to his eye to try the iris scan again. The device beeped and became operational. Letting out a long puff of air, the Swede pressed an app linking him directly to his base. He did not want to miss anything
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important about his assignment that began two weeks back. He would have to send the message heavily coded. The Chos Skyong tablet inscription in the cave wall in Shaksgam Valley, there are more superior powers in play here. I should have reported it to headquarters. Now I dont have timemy body, rigor mortis is setting in my legs. Apophenia, thats the only way I can get the message across safely. As soon as he finished, he began punching the message quickly, with trembling fingers he removed a marker from his pocket and struggled to draw a pattern of crisscrossed lines and geometric shapes on the wall. He stopped every few seconds trying to breathe deep as he gasped for air. He turned the communicator towards the wall and took photos, attached them to his message and sent it across to his headquarters. Cannot take a chance by leaving the images like this Pulling out his service gun now he raised it with his limited strength and fired at the communicator and on the walls where the illustration was scratched. The background music of the market was getting louder and blood started trickling out of his mouth. Mansur Haider is going to be involved and I hope we get him. Adolf your job is to complete the task now. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, he cried out aloud. His voice died down and he slumped sideways as rigor mortis set in across his body. But before he shut his eyes, he took one long last look at the wall where his illustrations of the Star of David and the Swastika were now wiped out.

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Affarwat Peak, Gulmarg/Baramulla, Jammu and Kashmir, India. August 14,11:00 IST

a Allah! Kheencho! Ya Allah! Kheencho! The shouts reverberated from the top of Mt Affarwat. Local boys chanted the call as they pulled sledges, with tourists, up the barely snowy slope. The visitors were filled with the anticipation of the thrill of sliding downhill from the peak. One could sense the lack of oxygen not only in the air but also in the flushed faces of the few tourists who made it to the summit. Mansur Haider looked around and felt a gush of emotion. Fifteen years earlier he used to come here almost every day during the tourist season and do the same thing these boys were doing now. Standing six and a half feet tall, his height and broad build got him a lot of attention. His unshaven stubble, long hair, and green eyes attracted a few flirtatious smiles from the ladies nearby. This was not new to him, and he had learnt to ignore it for the most part. Taking in the scene around him, he reflected that things were different now. The sledges were made of metal, a far cry from the ramshackle wooden crates he had used in his teens. Even the cost of a ride had doubled to a hundred rupees. But one thing remained the same, the joy of seeing snow. The air was charged with the infectious excitement of people screaming with delight as they saw the snow at a distance and

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braved the last few hundred feet to walk to the top after reaching the base camp by cable car. Though the snow at this point was found only at the top, leaving the rest of the area a rocky landscape, adults could still be seen behaving like kids. Mansur smiled and knelt down to pray. It was over five years since his last visit, and in making the trip to the top he was reassured that he could still climb it from ground zero. This visit had taken on added meaning for him as he had promised his father that he would one day pray for his soul from this peak. His father, Mustafa, died two years ago in their ancestral village in Baramulla. Working as a caretaker on a houseboat, he received a word from home that Abba was unwell. On reaching his village, he encountered a pall of gloom and silence. At home, he found his mother crying. It was a strange sight for himhe had always seen her as an iron woman who held his world together. Not like this. His twin sisters ran out to him, hugged him and started sobbing. Mansur knew all was not well. As a man and the only brother, he had to control his emotions and hold back his tears. Mansur, come in, came the voice of the village doctor. How is he, Chacha? asked Mansur, hoping against hope that he would hear something positive. Well, Mansur, I do not want to liethe condition of his heart was already bad due to heavy smoking and this fever has made him feeble over the last few days. Why did you not take him to a hospital? Mansur demanded as he entered the room where his father lay. The ailing man had smiled on seeing his son. Because if my time has come, it has come, my Sher-e-Kashmir, said Mansurs father, Mustafa, who frequently called his son the Lion of Kashmir. Abbu, why? Mansur held his fathers hand with his six-fingered right hand. He could not hold back the tears any longer. My son, my only son, it is over. Allahs wish is that I go to him. He told me so, he said, now speaking in a feeble voice. But he promised
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that he would take care of all of you and said my Sher-e-Kashmir will not only make me, but also the whole jahan proud. Abbu, I dont care for the world, I only care for you and my family. Sobbing, he put his head on his fathers chest. Shhhmy sonnono, you may not understand now, but in time you will. Allah wishes it and he will not disappoint me, and dont you worry, I will see the kainaat, the universe, through your eyes. Promise me you will pray for my soul on Affarwat Mountain, and you will follow whatever I told you there. Promise me I pro, It was over. Mansur did not finish what he wanted to say. Now back on Affarwat hilltop, Mansur closed his eyes and knelt at the very place where he and his father used to visit regularly. Mustafa used to bring his son here to search and prepare him for his so-called destiny. Mansur had never understood what that was all about. He always said I will, as the time draws nearback to prayers now. After a few moments he finished his prayers and knelt to make some marks on the ground. Mansur began drawing two reverse triangles and formed a sign his father wanted him to understand; it was related to his family history. But he did not know about the link. MansurMan, you made it! bellowed a voice a few feet away from where he knelt. Mansur looked up and saw his best friend Samir romping up the slope towards him. Samir Ansari was as similar to Mansur as he was different from him. He was Mansurs childhood friend and loved him as a brother. He was not quite as tall as Mansur, but at almost six feet, his crew cut and black eyes still made a lot of hearts skip a beat. Mansur felt Samir was probably the most flirtatious person in Srinagar, if not the whole of Kashmir. He was born with a silver spoon; his father a powerful politician and a businessman ran a profitable hospitality business. They greeted each other in their unique way, shaking hands, then drawing the hand backwards and clicking the fingers of the same hand near their headsstrange for those who were watching, but it had been their signature salutation since childhood.
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So you finally did it! exclaimed Samir, draping his arm across Mansurs shoulders. Yes! Samir, I did pray as my father wanted. Samir shrugged his shoulder and removed his Aviator sunglasses to look straight into his friends eye. But I still feel its incomplete as I never got a chance to say yes to my father that day, and I dont know if he can hear me now. Mansur looked far into the distance, across the peak in the direction of the LoC, or Line of Control, the border with Pakistan-occupied Kashmir. Well, you know what he used to call you, Sher-e-Kashmir and he believed in youbelieved you would change the hostile environment in Kashmir. Samir then saw the illustration Mansur had made on the ground. His gloved right hand with the Aviators tightened and his mood suddenly altered into concern. His mouth was slightly open as he looked quizzically towards his friend. It is not what you think. What do you mean? Isnt it the star we should not draw? This is for those Jews. Patience my brother, this is not the Star of David, though it looks like that, all I can tell is that my father wanted me to draw this here when I prayed for him today. Its a family thing he said, and see that each point and intersection here has a circle drawn, and also lines connecting in betweenso it is different. Waiting for a response which he did not get, Mansur continued in a reassuring tone, I am a Muslim, a Kashmiri and a human, Samir. I will never bring disrepute to my religion but will also not disrespect another religion. These signs are in my ancestral prayer rug also. Well, the lines in between form a Swastikabut your Abbu was also an amateur astronomer into Zodiac signs, said Samir as he put on his Aviators again and smiled, craning forward towards Mansur. And he grew up after your grandparents were killed in the St Josephs Franciscan massacre back in 1947. You should think you and your family are blessed, he whispered softly as they started walking down the slope.
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Hmm, maybe youre right. He always said that I would know the secrets, of stars and my family, in time, replied Mansur as he carefully balanced himself on the steep slope. Suddenly, Samir called up to Mansur with a smile on his face and a wink of an eye. Mansur knew what he was up to, and he winked back, pointing towards the cable car holding area. Are you thinking what Im thinking? Yupand NOW! shouted Samir, and they both dashed downhill. Taking care that they didnt fall, struggling to keep their balance, the run was more a series of hops and jumps with the wind blowing on their faces. While Mansurs hair flopped around and his smile dazzled, Samir had an intense look in his eyes. The tourists looked on in amazement. Although they both enjoyed competition, each looked at it differently. While Samir was drawn to competing with others in order to feel superior, Mansur was content to compete with himself. He owed this attitude to his father who kept telling him, Always compete with yourself and your own weaknesses! Magic will happen and you will emerge stronger. The slope was uneven, covered with rocks and loose soil, and in some areas there were bluebells, forget-me-nots, and buttercups. All this would be covered with snow in the next few months, but the flowers always returned with the onset of spring. Such is the resilience of nature, thought Mansur, jumping and now racing towards the spot, still a little behind Samir. Mansur caught up with Samir and overtook him as they approached the stairs to the entry point. But even as Mansur reached the first step, Samir stretched out, put one of his gloved hands on the platform stairway, grabbed the railing with the other, hoisted himself over it with a grimace and lunged forward to the doorway shouting, Wooo-hoooSamir is king! Yes, you did it and only because you used your head for the first time, joked Mansur. What the fuck, Mansur! Its fair and square. You should try it. Sometimes a bit of grey is okay; all is not black and white. Mansur just looked at him with his hands on his knees, and they burst out laughing.
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It was a panoramic view from the peak, and the cable car ride, connecting Gulmarg Valley to Affarwat Peak made the journey more memorable. As they rode down the peak in the cable car, Mansur thought of how his life had changed in the last two years since his fathers death. He had become the head of the house and taken charge of the family. His sisters were still studying and his mother had returned to the village to take care of the saffron farm. This decision meant sacrifices, and he had to set aside his dream to play cricket. Mansur felt the idea was farfetched. Kashmiris cannot dream; other Indians will not support our rise and we will always be looked at with suspicion. Father thought otherwiseif one does not dream, one cannot achieve, he used to say. Look, Mansur. The hill people are still there, Samir said, pointing to the huts below. These so-called hill people have produced great fast bowlers from Pakistan, but not here in India. It was nice to see them bowltheir rhythm, their pace Where did you go? called Samir, slapping the window of the cable car. Mansur jolted to attention and looked at him. Samir smiled. Lost in history again, right? Mansur nodded. Well, whatever makes you happy...only you know what is in your dreams. Samir took a sharp intake of breath, and continued speaking as he let out the air, But I wanted to meet you urgentlyon some other businesswell, sort of news actuallyI am getting married. Mansur jumped up, causing the cable car to swivel. Samirs eyes were wide open. He hadnt expected such a strong reaction. Cool down. What happened? I never expected you to tie the knot so soon. So who is the lucky girl? Mansur was now smiling. Well, theres always a first time! Ill tell you about her, but theres something else, something more important I wanted to discuss with you. What can be more important? said Mansur, looking at Samir with surprise. Well, its something very important I want you to do for me. I cant tell you about it here. Ill tell you on our ride to Srinagar.
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Mansur was now more perplexed. Its better if I wait and let him speak when he wants. Probably its one of his pranks. Reaching Gulmarg Valley, Mansur and Samir moved out of the cable car and headed for the souvenir shop near the entrance. They had to cross a garden to reach the shop. The area was bustling with activityfamilies on holiday, children playing, and scores of college students milling about. It had not been like this a decade ago. Starting with a trickle, the tourist flow to the region had risen to close to a million in a year. Salam valekum, the smiling, chubby souvenir shopkeeper greeted Mansur and Samir as they entered the shop. Valekum Salam, replied Mansur. Samir was looking at a few posters that had been selling as a rage among tourists, but his eye was caught by something elsea papier mache sculpture. You remember this, said Samir, picking up a cat-shaped form and dangling it in front of Mansur. Heydid you forget? he smirked, putting down the object. No, I did not. Mansias reply was quiet in tone, almost cryptic. Well I still remember itahem, buttercup flowers, Juliet houseboat. The cat papier mache, Mansur was not smiling at Samirs comments. Stop it, Samir. Its not funny. See, brother? It was just a fling in the mountains and she returned to Mumbai. You know thatshe said it herselfOnly Companionship. Why do you still remember her? Aahana Yajurvedi is goneMove on brother move on. Probably I am cursed and its not easyyou know how things changed suddenly. Call it a fear of losing. Samir sensed Mansurs withdrawal. They started walking towards the car park. As they passed the golf course, Mansur looked closely and saw work being done on it. He stopped and gazed at the lush green fields. Samir looked at Mansur and felt a twinge of doubt in his mind. Will he be able to do it? How do I convince him? Better still, as per the plan I wont tell him anything and ensure that things happen.
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Mansur turned and continued walking with Samir. The silence was deafening now as the two friends approached Samirs car, a black coloured sedan. So you havent told me your story, how did you meet. When did you propose? And most important, who is she? joked Mansur, trying to break the stifling silence. Jump inside first and I will give you everything, even the good stuff, said Samir with a wink. Both started laughing and were happy that the tension bubble had popped. They got inside the car. Samir started the engine and it roared to life. The journey towards Srinagar would last two hours along a picturesque path. Everything about the journey brought back memories of his childhood days with his father. Mansur began to stare at Samir, and he raised his eyebrows questioningly when Samir looked at him. Okay, okayHer name is Shazafrom Mumbai. She works for a media agency. Thats all? You talk a mile a minute. And speaking of that, I would like you to slow down a little bit, said Mansur. Glancing at the dashboard, Samir saw that he was driving at around 80 kmh. Not fast for him, but probably fast for Mansur. You ran the 100m dash back in college under twelve seconds, and were the fastest bowler we hadand you are scared of this speed. Mansur gave a disapproving look towards his buddy. I will slow down, dont worry. We are stopping at a nearby apple farm anyway. Why? And Shaza I just want to have some tea and discuss something important with you. Shaza, hmmwell, you can ask her yourself. She is coming next month. And yes, she knows a little about you. Mansur felt sure this was no prank, but he would need to wait to hear what he had to say. Strange, Samir is more excited about speaking on something else, other than his Miss Mysterious.
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Samir parked his car on the roadside near one of the apple farms. As they got out, they could see an overview of a village on one side of the road. On the other side was the apple farm. The landscape was magnificent, with a birds eye view of the village and farms. Samir had parked the car near a small tea and snacks shop. Thats the place for your tea? Yes, said Samir as he took out his Four Square cigarettes. Cigarettes are not like women, was Samirs cheeky standby whenever his friends asked him why he never changed his brand. Salam Bhai. Two teas, please, said Mansur to the tea vendor. Where have you been the last three months? Before that I want to ask if you remember the Allan Border Game? said Samir as they made their way up to the apple orchards. You mean the last game, right? Samir nodded. The last game in the valley and the only international cricket match I saw, September 9, cant forget that date, my birthday and Abbu was there. Mansur faintly remembered the game, but what remained unforgettable were Allan Borders eyes as he walked back into the dressing room after the game. They were filled with utter determination. Mansurs interest in cricket began on that day, and he decided that this was the place he wanted to be. The sound, the roar, and the atmosphere had completely enchanted him. What about that game? said Mansur while staring at Samir. He sat down on the ground near one of the apple trees. Samir took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew smoke circles from his mouth. I am speaking about your dream. You still remember it, dont you? Wellyes, but I have a different one now, which is to take care of my mother and get my sisters married, said Mansur, watching a few children trying to jump up to pluck the apples. Samir turned to where Mansur was looking and started walking towards the apple tree and continued speaking, And if that happensI mean, if your mother does not need to work and your sisters get settled, will you
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Stop. Dont do it, shouted Mansur, getting up suddenly and running towards Samir and grabbing his hand. Let the kids try to pluck the apples themselves. Ehwhat do you mean? Well, they didnt ask for it, right? And if you pluck the apples for them they will not learn how to do it and thus never experience for themselves the joy of plucking. Hmmmyou have a point there, said Samir, now looking at the kids and patting one of them on the head. One girl gripped a vine and raised herself to pluck an apple. Seeing this, the other two boys did the same on other trees and got their apples. Another boy used a stick to bring a few apples down. The orchard reverberated with the childrens loud, boisterous laughter as they jumped around, showing off their apples to one another and then to their parents. See? If I hadnt stopped you we wouldnt have seen this moment. Thats the way I always learnt. Mansur smiled and felt a sense of tenderness watching the kids. He continued, So, where did you disappear for so long? Was it for your fianc Shaza? Samir removed his jacket and pulled up his grey coloured sweat shirt. There was a deep scar running across his shoulder. Mansur gasped and appeared shocked. Thats not all, said Samir, removing his right leather glove and raising it in front of Mansurs eyes; half of his index finger was missing. Climbing accident in Ladakh, brother. Could have been worse. They looked into each others eyes, Mansur widening his eyes, crinkling his brow, and gasping out a puff of air. Samir winked, smiled and put his arm around Mansurs shoulder. Shit happens! And all things happen for a reasonthe philosophy of Karma. But the thing I want to discuss with you is the good news. What good news? Well, my friend, I managed to arrange a job for you at the cricket stadium in Srinagar, and you are not going to refuse. Mansur stood there not knowing how to react. He was appreciative of the concern that his best friend had for him and nodded in agreement.
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They both turned their heads as a boy came to deliver the tea in plastic cups. They drank the tea. Mansur has fallen for it. Sorry my friend. I was not in Ladakh but in Shaksgam Valley in Chinabut what you will be doing is for the greater good of our land. First step taken. Now Janab will have to make his move to twist other arms and manipulate the system.

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