July 2008 :
Location : Qala Iktyaruddin, Herat, Afghanistan.
"But that's a suicide mission and we can't afford to expose this to the world", exclaimed Arup Sinha, Chief Head, Office of Special Operations, RAW.
"The media has become rampant and people have started believing this new menace called WikiLeaks which has few of our classified information." he further added. The Wikileaks website claims India under RAW has 12 training camps in Balochistan province in Pakistan which trains the Akbar Bugti led Balochistan Liberation Front(BLF) which wants separation from Pakistan, although India has denied any involvement in it.
"Listen Arup!!, times have changed, this is not your open field Kargil War, its a proxy War", said Nabiullah Stanikzai, Director, Khadamat-e Aetla'at-e Dawlat or Khad, the main security and intelligence agency of Afghanistan.
"Both of us know who the enemy is and what the enemy is capable of, the blast outside the Indian Embassy in Kabul yesterday killed one of your best cadets, not to forget Brigadier Rajiv Datta. You have to realize it was aimed at Indian interests in Afghanistan, we have to answer it back and that can only happen through mutual co-operation".
"Our governments are working hard to rebuild Afghan land, we can't allow ISI backed interests ruin it for our countries" he exclaimed in his strong voice with a hint of Dari accent in his tone.
"Mujh par Bharosa Rakho Arup!!", he said with his hands on Arup Sinha's shoulder while Arup smiled. Nabi Stanikzai like Hamid Karzai had completed his Masters from Punjab University and had managed to learn few bits of Hindi during his stint in India. He had also visited India several times during Afghanistan army's training sessions with India.
"India is like a inseparable brother for us and we can't let the fanatics take over our country again" Nabiullah told while both the heads exchanged honorary salutes and parted ways.
Arup Sinha and his team were given one part of the Historic Herat fort to run operations in Afghanistan since 2 months. The ISI along with selective interests within Taliban and Indian Mujaheddin had for years had a proxy war with India. Pakistan had mastered this art while training under U.S against Soviet Union, this art involved using Sleeper cells, tools like diplomacy, media, spokespersons to cover its activities. Almost every year since 2002 when the War on Terror led by U.S had started, Indian Mujaheddin had fastened its activities in India, almost 4-5 blasts took place each year in various parts of India and the only answer for India was compensation to Blast victims, peace marches, blame game or political diplomacy. Indian politicians were scared to take a stand citing breaking of communal harmony within the country.
Arup Sinha stood at the huge window with a smoke in his hand, overlooking the scenic mountains of Herat, this historic fort had seen several great wars and successions including the accession by Hari Singh Nalwa as part of Sikh Empire and Raghunath Rao under the Maratha Empire. This beautiful fort had seen everything from the Ghaznavids, Durrani's to the Soviets.
"We need a man Yaksh, familiar with this territory, undetectable, most of all some one who is up for it" he exclaimed to his joint secretary Yaksh Desai.
Meanwhile somewhere in the town of Nuhay in Badakshan province of Afghanistan a sniper lay his eyes on a few miscreants. Intelligence reports on the previous day had stated that there were chances of a suicide bomber mission on that day and the United Nations Peace Keeping Force had been deployed with the task of peace operations in the region.
The sniper lay on an old abandoned building in the center of the town with a complete view of its surroundings, the refugee camp was about 800 yards from this building while the city market was about 650 yards from the building. Four snipers from UNPKF lay eye on the complete view of the town, they had orders to inform anything highly suspicious to the nearest patrol team. 2 of the snipers belonged to the Indian army while Adjuant Jean Morrilon was from the French 23rd artillery and Sub-lieutenant Bernard Mckenize was from the Royal Canadian Artillery.
"Hey Jean!! I had one of your Baguette breads this morning", the indian soldier spoke to Jean with his aim still scrutinizing his direction.
"Did you like it?" asked Jean in his strong french accent.
"It dint smell bad for a change", the Indian soldier laughed.
"French people are so hardcore they Eat pain for breakfast my friend", exclaimed Jean.
Out of no where a police pickup truck zoomed past the refugee camp, speeding right past the camp it tried to enter the camp gate and in this process killed 2 security guards at the entrance gates. The 5 miscreants started running towards the camp which had housed several doctors, volunteers, soldiers apart from the refugees.
The Indian soldier by now realized the critical nature of the situation and there was no time to call the patrol team, the targets were about 900 yards away and running, citing the urgency of the situation and calculating all the aspects he fired his first shot, aiming 8 feet away from the first insurgent's target which hit right on his shoulder, the second target was shot on his hip the next second, while the third target hit the head. Within 5 seconds 3 insurgents had been laid to rest while the other 2 hid themselves behind a pillar and a wall obstructing his target. He committed one mistake which can lead to a sniper being killed, having multiple shots from the same location which leads to bringing the aimer's position out.
The other two suspects panicked at the sight of their comrade falling dead, and intercepting the aimer's position hid themselves, one behind an old half broken wall and the other behind an old pillar part of the doorway. One of them started the "Stop and Go" Target method where he moved very fast between small cover positions and was very difficult to target, he was probably trying to move towards the refugee tents to get casualties, the Indian soldier had a very small shot time and asked Juan and Bernard to deliberately fire 3 mis-aimed shots, this boosted the insurgents confidence and he took a longer "Stop and Go" time frame, this was enough time for the Indian soldier and he shot the insurgent right on his left shoulder.
The last soldier had gone totally savage by now and started running at an unprecedented pace towards the camp, maybe he was the suicide bomber, it was difficult to find a aim at him from a distance of 800 yards, therefore the Indian soldier aimed his shot at one point and waited for him come at that point, he fired the moment he was 6 feet away from that point, calculating his speed and the bullets deviation and hit a shot on the insurgent's forehead. The insurgency was in control and the day was saved.
"That was awesome mate!, how did you do that?", asked Juan to the Indian soldier.
"Thanks to your Bauguette Breads mate", he smiled as they packed their M-20's after 14 hours of positioning at the building.
The Indian guy was an soldier by the name Lieutenant Colonel Rudra Pratap Gardi, a half Indian, Half Afghan soldier, his father who was also part of the Indian Army Brigadier Fateh Chand Gardi had married his mother Arezu Zadran when he was in erstwhile Soviet occupied Afghanistan part of a delegation, Rudra could speak both Hindi and Pashto, and had been to Afghanistan several times. This time he was part of a the United Nations Peace Keeping Force which had been installed as part of the War on Terror agenda by America.
P.S
The story suffices one Installment of the life of an Indian spy running a counter Proxy war, not every spy wears blazers/Tuxedos, drives flashy cars with Flashy Gadgets, dates the enemy's girlfriend, he has to sometimes live in the most drastic situations in drastic parts of the world for years, sometimes even without an Aim.
The other two suspects panicked at the sight of their comrade falling dead, and intercepting the aimer's position hid themselves, one behind an old half broken wall and the other behind an old pillar part of the doorway. One of them started the "Stop and Go" Target method where he moved very fast between small cover positions and was very difficult to target, he was probably trying to move towards the refugee tents to get casualties, the Indian soldier had a very small shot time and asked Juan and Bernard to deliberately fire 3 mis-aimed shots, this boosted the insurgents confidence and he took a longer "Stop and Go" time frame, this was enough time for the Indian soldier and he shot the insurgent right on his left shoulder.
The last soldier had gone totally savage by now and started running at an unprecedented pace towards the camp, maybe he was the suicide bomber, it was difficult to find a aim at him from a distance of 800 yards, therefore the Indian soldier aimed his shot at one point and waited for him come at that point, he fired the moment he was 6 feet away from that point, calculating his speed and the bullets deviation and hit a shot on the insurgent's forehead. The insurgency was in control and the day was saved.
"That was awesome mate!, how did you do that?", asked Juan to the Indian soldier.
"Thanks to your Bauguette Breads mate", he smiled as they packed their M-20's after 14 hours of positioning at the building.
The Indian guy was an soldier by the name Lieutenant Colonel Rudra Pratap Gardi, a half Indian, Half Afghan soldier, his father who was also part of the Indian Army Brigadier Fateh Chand Gardi had married his mother Arezu Zadran when he was in erstwhile Soviet occupied Afghanistan part of a delegation, Rudra could speak both Hindi and Pashto, and had been to Afghanistan several times. This time he was part of a the United Nations Peace Keeping Force which had been installed as part of the War on Terror agenda by America.
P.S
The story suffices one Installment of the life of an Indian spy running a counter Proxy war, not every spy wears blazers/Tuxedos, drives flashy cars with Flashy Gadgets, dates the enemy's girlfriend, he has to sometimes live in the most drastic situations in drastic parts of the world for years, sometimes even without an Aim.
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