Short Story - Grenade

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    Grenade

    A blast that never happened, but hurt

    Naara-e-Takbeer,Allah hoo Akbar

    Hum Kya Chahte Azaadi!!Hum Kya Chahte Azaadi!!

    The slogans were resonating and all he could see was nothing, trying to force his way through

    the crowd. Mast Gul was standing on Tata 407, waving his AK in air while addressing a huge

    gathering. Shahnawaz was about 12. He had given school a miss and was roaming in

    downtown. Mast Gul fired in air as slogans gained pitch. The crowd followed the vehicle as

    Mast Gul drove away. The skinny little boy could only have a glimpse of the superstar. The

    fascination of holding a gun was growing every moment.

    A few days later, his cousin Maajid showed him a gun.What is this?

    Azaadi He replied.

    Can I touch it?

    Do you want to?

    Yes!

    What would you do if I gave you this gun?

    I would climb on Tata 407 and fire it in air, with people chanting my name like MastGul

    Maajid laughed and let Shahnawaz handle the prized possession. Irshad, a friend of Maajid

    entered the room.

    He wants to be Mast Gul. Both laughed and left.

    A few days later, Shahnawaz again gave school a miss and this time bumped into Irshad.

    Mast Gul how are you doing

    Salaam!

    Early from school? What happened?

    I wasnt feeling well

    Where are you going?

    Home

    So tell me you want to be a hero?Shahnawaz smiled.

    Right now like Mast Gul

    All you have to do is throw this, showing him a hand grenade, on the bunker near Gole

    Market.

    The smile disappeared from Shahnawazs face.

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    Irshad took him to an isolated lane, handing him the grenade and let him feel it.

    What is this?

    Azaadi! Glory!

    Shahnawaz wasnt sure about this at all.You have to remove this pin and throw it on the bunker

    What if they see me?

    This takes 5 seconds to blast and you have to throw it from the lane adjacent to the Bunker.

    You have enough time to run away

    I will also give you 100 rupees for this

    Shahnawaz was growing nervous all the time. Irshad handed him the grenade and hundred

    rupee note. He explained the whole process again while walking to the adjacent lane leading

    to the bunker.

    I will wait for you at end of the lane, just throw the thing and run

    What if it blasts in my hand?

    It takes 5 seconds to blast, be brave like Mast Gul. You want to be like Mast Gul or not?

    Shahnawaz walked forward trembling with fear. How difficult could this be?

    He had seen enough Bollywood movies to believe that it wasnt tough. As he reached the end

    of the lane and took left, he could see the bunker. The Jawan standing guard was looking the

    other side. Two shopkeepers were busy talking to each other. On other side of the road, all

    the shops were open but no one was standing outside. A few people were walking by on other

    side of the road. There was a bit of traffic but not much. He looked back at Irshad, who waved

    at him giving him assurance.

    He stood there for a while. He pressed forward, took out the grenade. No one had noticed

    him. He tried to remove the pin. Panic had engulfed his senses. He was trembling freakishly.

    His eyes were fixed at the Jawan who started to turn around towards him. Shahnawaz was

    completely nervous. The pin wasnt coming off. Panic struck and he threw the grenade

    without removing the pin. The Jawan saw grenade coming. The grenade hit the net of the

    bunker and rebounded on the road. He jumped for cover and shouted loud. The shopkeepers

    talking also realised it and lay down on the ground. The traffic halted as everyone took cover.

    Shahnawaz stood still. Irshad was growing restless. He knew Shahnawaz had fumbled.

    The Jawan stood up. A few others joined him. He shouted at Shahnawaz Oye ladke, zameen

    pe lait ja

    Moments later, everyone got up and started running. The place was isolated. A bullet proof

    Gypsy came and it was declared as diffused.

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    A BSF officer came to inspect

    From where did it come?

    Someone threw from that lane, Sir

    Did you see anyone?No Sir

    Who is this kid?

    He was standing there Sir. He must have seen

    Did you ask him??

    Not yet Sir

    Interrogate. See if he tells something

    Right Sir

    Dontpush much, be gentle

    Right Sir

    They took him to a dark stinking room, a heater, a battery, bamboo sticks, lots of wires,

    ropes... The retina took some time to adjust, psyche a lifetime.

    Fantasies often come at a price, sometimes LIFE

    Those who pay...LIVE