How the Singhs killed Gobind Ram - An evil Hindu bastard!
HiTMaN 9497
Author: Balpreet Singh
Date: 06-25-04 12:42
How The Singhs Punished Gobind Ram: Conclusion
Taken from “Tay Deevaa Jagdaa RAhaygaa” by Amardeep Singh Amar
In all of Punjab’s districts, the oppressors were running wild. There was
terror amongst the common people. At various places, the brave Singhs too were
replying to the oppression. In Malwa, the Singhs killed the murderers of Bhai
Balwinder Singh Ganga’s father. In the Majha Zone, Gobind Ram was a constant
irritation for the Singhs.
A Meeting
The five Jujhaaroo Jatehbandees of the Panthic Committee had a secret meeting
in the Batala area to decide what to do about Gobind Ram. All the Singhs were
incensed at his evils and finally, the Khalistan Liberation Force’s Bhai
Jugraj Singh Tufaan took the responsibility of punishing him.
Bhai Jugraj Singh Toofan
Bhai Jugraj Singh decalared, “that bloody butcher…progeny of Meer
Mannu…he’s going to fly 25 feet high when I’m done with him…But Babio,
we have very little atta (meaning flour but a codeword for explosives), if you
could help us with that?”
Bhai Gurnam Singh Babbar, chief of the Majha Zone replied, “that’s not a
problem Bhai Sahib jee. You’ll get as much atta as you need. Just prepare
yourselves to punish that dusht. It doesn’t matter frankly who gets him, but
he should not get away.”
Trip to Amritsar
After the meeting concluded, I went with Bhai Gurnam Singh and some other
Singhs to Sree Amritsar. We had come to have darshan of Sree Darbaar Sahib. We
left our equipment at one of Bhai Gurnam Singh’s safe-houses and then left.
We listened to keertan for some time and then decided to go to the bazaar that
evening.
One University student who lived at the safe-house gave his suggestion that we
not go out empty-handed as there were security officials everywhere. We came
back to the room and armed ourselves. Two Singhs grabbed assault rifles and
wrapped shawls around themselves while us three remaining Singhs each took a
pistol.
In the bazaar, we saw a car with flashing red lights approaching and Satvinder
Singh said, “It looks like the prey is coming by himself…It looks like
Gobind Ram! It’s his car at any rate…”
I asked Bhai Gurnam Singh, “Well Jathedar Sahib, what do you think?”
Taking his revolver out, Bhai Gurnam Singh replied, “we’ve finally got an
opportunity, what’s there to think about? Let’s do it.”
I looked behind the car and said, “Yes, but who’s going to take care of
them?” referring to the jeep filled with security guards.
“You two with the assault rifles go meet the security jeep, us three will
take the main man.” With this, Bhai Gurnam Singh began to walk quickly
towards Gobind Ram’s Ambassador car.
The Car was started but parked. Gobind Ram was inside but his son was inside a
book store. We hadn’t yet reached Gobind Ram when the two Singhs opened fire
on the security jeep.
“Rajan! Run….” Yelled Gobind Ram as he heard the bullets. By this time we
three hade begun to shoot his car as well. The driver immediately turned the
car around and Gobind Ram began to shoot at us with his service revolver.
With a cry of “Hai! Papa! Gobind Ram’s son fell in the crossfire as he was
reaching the car. The driver was wounded but sped away. The security jeep went
out of control and smashed into a tomato cart, leaving tomato chutney all over
the street. After our magazines were empty, we jumped a wall and hid in a
garden.
Satvinder Singh said, “Looks like he got away…”
Bhai Gurnam Singh replied, “It’s possible…are all our Singhs in chardee
kalaa?”
“We’re all fine, but the hasty Singhs with their assault rifles haven’t
returned yet” I said, worried about their fate. After a little while they
returned as well.
“Well Singho, we’ll find out in tomorrow’s newspaper what happened and
who’s chutney we made. Now let’s get out of here…” We took Bhai Gurnam
Singh’s advice and all left the city for secure locations. The next day, the
newspapers all featured the story on Gobind Ram being injured and his son being
killed in an attack.
Hunt Moves to Jalandhar
Gobind Ram was transferred to the Jalandhar Police Training Centre. Maybe he
considered himself safe at that place, but fate was laughing at this thought of
his.
Bhai Jugraj Singh met up with us and complained, “Babio, you havn’t gotten
the atta to me?” Bhai Gurnam Singh gave me a bag filled with explosives and
sent me to Bhai Jugraj Singh’s hideout. Bhai Jugraj Singh met me with a lot
of love.
Bhai Jugraj Singh gave his Fateh and hugged me. He looked at the bag and said,
“Our Force is just carrying around guns, this time I’m going to ask for
explosives too. I like the Babbars’ style of doing things with bombs.”
I said to Jugraj Singh, “But Khalsa jee, he’s gone and hidden himself in
some hole in Jalandhar?”
“That’s no big deal, the Khalsa will go after him. The Guru’s lions can
even go to London to get their man.”
The next day we went to another hideout where a young man with a cut beard sat
us down. Bhai Jugraj Singh asked, “Well ChoohaR Singh, Nikka hasn’t
returned?”
“He’s come bhaji, he came back yesterday. He’s here somewhere…let me
check. Oy! Nikkaa! Baba jee’s here!” At the call, a young Singh who had
absolutely no beard came and gave Bhai Toofan a fateh. In a very young age,
Bhai Jugraj Singh had developed a very good reputation in the entire area.
“Well friend, where’s your duty these days?” asked Bhai Toofan.
“I’ll tell you Baba jee, but first you should introduce me to the
mahapurakh beside you” the young man said, seemingly uncomfortable with my
presence.
“Oh, don’t be shy around him. This is our own Singh, Mengha Singh
Babbar…I’m going to put you under him…” Said Bhai Jugraj Singh, taking
the young man’s hand and putting it in mine.
The young man grasped my hand tightly and said, “there’s never anything to
be afraid of, but it’s good to be safe. These day’s I’m posted at
Jalandhar, in the Training Centre.”
The Plan & Justice
A few days later, according to the plan, we rented a store near the Training
Centre to sell tea and snacks. We hired a cook and arranged for samosas, toast,
puri/chholay, etc. We also rented a room in the Dogar colony of the city. Our
young friend visited us there every day and this helped prepare him mentally
for his job. We taught him about Gurmat’s revolutionary principles. We gave
Nikka the job of telling us when we had the opportunity to do our job. The bomb
was ready with about 10-12 Kg of explosives attached to a detonator. The bomb
in total was about 20 Kg and we stored it in our restaurant with some broken
utensils and other garbage.
We wore long kurtas and chaadraas like truck drivers. Amongst the customers
that came, we spread the story that we were failed truck drivers who decided to
open a restaurant.
How long could Gobind Ram keep us away? One day at around quarter after seven
in the evening, Nikka came to us. “Baba jee, today is a great opportunity.
Gobind Ram and his gang have gone into the city to see some “Star Show”
with dancing movie actors. Most of the police are busy with security.
“And the sentry party?” I asked?
“Baba jee, those low-lifes caught some young girl today and are busy with her
now. I managed to slip away. Now’s the time. Go fit the bomb…”
Bhia Jugraj Singh put the bomb in a sack and gave the remote control to me. He
put on a Commando uniform and left with Nikka.
“Babbaraa, do ardaas to Sachay Patshaah for our success…” said Bhai
Jugraj Singh as he was leaving. It felt as if some 18th century Shaheed was
speaking through him.
After about half an hour, Jugraj Singh came back and I asked, “Well Babio,
how did it go?”
“Sachay Patshaah did kirpaa. You check the cells for the remote. I fit the
bomb under his chair. That Brahmin’s going to fly 25 feet high. Sachay
Patshaah, may your Panth have victory!” Bhai Jugraj Singh put his hands
together in ardaas.
Now we waited for the dusht to come back. We kept looking at Nikka while
sitting in our restaurant. At around 10.30pm, Gobind Ram’s car returned with
its siren wailing. We saw Nikka saluting Gobind Ram in the lights, and Gobind
Ram got out and began to walk towards his office.
Bhai Toofan grabbed the remote from me and pointed it towards the office. We
were within range. We waited for Nikka’s signal and every second same like an
epoch.
After about three minutes, our wait ended as Nikka flashed his torch at us.
Bhai Jugraj Singh became alert right away. Nikka flashed the torch a second
time and Bhai Toofan’s thumb came and rested on the button. When the torch
flashed a third time, Bhai Jugraj Singh called on Dashmesh Pita and pressed the
button with full force. Like the clap of thunder, “BOOOOMMMM” the bomb
exploded. Gobind Ram along with all the things in his office and the office
beside his flew at least 50 feet high. Nikka, standing at the
gate, yelled “Sat Sree Akaal!” and rand towards us.
The blast
Bhai Jugraj Singh yelled at Nikka, “Go back! You’re going to cause us some
other problem for us now!”
Because of the explosion, many rooms in the Training Centre were now ablaze.
The Centre was filled with screams and wails. All the workers were running
around and bumping into each other in terror.
Nikka flashed the victory symbol and said, “Babio, the <admin-profanity
filter activated> was going to leave and then I don’t know what happened, he
just went straight for his office.” Nikka was having trouble hiding his joy.
Gobind Ram’s Remains
Bhai Toofan addressed the both of us, “Ok Nikka, you go back. Bhai Sahib,
let’s get out of here.”
“Ballay Babio! What kind of friendship is this? I’m not going to get caught
by these butchers! The first thing they’re going to do is start to beat all
the guys on sentry duty.” Nikka decided to come with us. All three of us put
on Commando uniforms and left the city. A few days later, Nikka was named the
Area Commander for Baba Bakala.
-END-
Parry
hitma...@aol.com (HiTMaN 9497) wrote in message
what a brave bunch!!!
killed a child and hid behind walll!!!
who fought back to you Sick moron??????
no difference b/w this saheedi of an innocent child and sahibzadas who
were killed by Hitmian like Muslims
Surinder Singh
"HiTMaN 9497" <hitma...@aol.com> wrote in message
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> "Baba jee, those low-lifes caught some young girl today and are busy with
her
A Khalsa would leave his personal vendetta and protect the poor girl at all
costs.
If true, this article is interesting as its sheds behind-the-scene light on
how the killings and terrorism in Punjab happened. That was a bad and wierd
time; I am glad it is over and we can talk about it.
-s
HiTMaN 9497
>If true, this article is interesting as its sheds behind-the-scene light on
>how the killings and terrorism in Punjab happened. That was a bad and wierd
>time; I am glad it is over and we can talk about it.
Surinder Ji please get yourself a copy of this book:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0812215923/ref=sib_dp_pt/104-4158296-42559
38#reader-link
