kilometers South <strong>of</strong> Churach<strong>and</strong>pur, which itselfwas barely a two hour drive from Imphal. TheOld Tiddim Road, made famous in the SecondWorld War, snaked down as a bold ribbon fromChurach<strong>and</strong>pur to Tiddim <strong>and</strong> Falam in Burma.Behang was prominently marked by a flag on thisroad, just on the border <strong>of</strong> India <strong>and</strong> Burma.Behang VillageOld Tiddim RoadEver so politely, Nogen Singh said, “Yes Sir. It isless than fifty kilometers as the crow flies, but twobridges on that road are broken. It will take youtwo days to walk there.”He did not add, “Unless you can fly like a crow.”So much for my map reading skills, I thought.“So what should I do, Tamoh? This is such aserious matter!” I said.“Well, Sir, call Kuki here <strong>and</strong> ask him,” was thesimple solution suggested by Nogen Singh.“If we call him here, he will deny the allegation.How will we check with the villagers?” Icountered.“Sir, call him <strong>and</strong> ask him,” said Nogen Singh.“Abstruse concepts <strong>of</strong> loyalty to the nation meanlittle or nothing in remote areas. But the peopleknow that right is right <strong>and</strong> wrong is wrong. Sir,the people are fiercely loyal to the village <strong>and</strong>tribe, <strong>and</strong> no one would lie.”“Kuki is a respected elder,” explained NogenSingh, “He has his position to think <strong>of</strong>. Socialhierarchy is <strong>of</strong>ten determined by tradition<strong>and</strong> kinship, rather than economic status orGovernment orders. The village elders, theGaon Burhas, comm<strong>and</strong> unquestioning respect.And if Kuki has done something wrong, he willadmit it. He is a man <strong>of</strong> honour.”Highly skeptical, I agreed to call Kuki to Imphal.In order to avoid alerting him, I directed all civintpost in-charges to come to Imphal for the payescort at the end <strong>of</strong> the month <strong>and</strong> to bring theirpistols for a maintenance check. This instructionwas necessary because many <strong>of</strong> the posts were inremote locations. Some were connected throughinfrequent bus services, <strong>and</strong> others required longtrudges to the nearest road, from where onecould hope to hitch a ride on a passing truck.Normally, the posts sent information throughmessages in cipher over wireless on a daily basis.Written reports, however, could be sent just oncea month, when one <strong>of</strong> the personnel <strong>of</strong> each postwould come to the SIB headquarters to deliverdak <strong>and</strong> collect the pay <strong>of</strong> all his colleagues inthe post. The post in-charge did not always makethe monthly trip.When all the post in-charges came at the end <strong>of</strong>that month, I had them <strong>and</strong> Nogen Singh gatherfor a meeting in my room. After discussing otherissues, I asked each <strong>of</strong>ficer to h<strong>and</strong> his weaponto me for inspection. In anticipation <strong>of</strong> theinspection, most <strong>of</strong>ficers had oiled their pistols,but some weapons were clearly in need <strong>of</strong>derusting.With an air <strong>of</strong> studied indifference, I turned toKuki <strong>and</strong> asked him to show me his pistol. Kukiseemed as much a relic <strong>of</strong> the Second World Waras the Old Tiddim Road. His weathered face <strong>and</strong>slit like eyes showed the years <strong>and</strong> years <strong>of</strong> beingout in the glare <strong>of</strong> the Sun. But his gaze was clearas he reached behind <strong>and</strong> drew his pistol, whichwas tucked in his belt in the small <strong>of</strong> his back. Heejected the loaded magazine <strong>and</strong> in copybookfashion, h<strong>and</strong>ed the pistol to me, butt-first. Therewas no vestige <strong>of</strong> bluing left on the pistol, but ithad that peculiar patina that steel acquires when50The Indian <strong>Police</strong> Journal, October - December, 2012, Special Issue
it is lovingly caressed hundreds <strong>of</strong> times everyday. The pistol was spotlessly clean, with just theright hint <strong>of</strong> oil which a weapon in constant useshould have.I smelt the barrel. It had the faint smell <strong>of</strong> cordite,a dead giveaway that it had been used recently.“Kuki,” said I sternly, “You have used your pistolrecently!”“Yes, Sir ! I carry it with me all the time. I fired ittwice last week <strong>and</strong> maybe four times the weekbefore that.”“Are you aware that you have to send a reportto headquarters each time you fire your pistol?I have not seen any report from you! Instead, Ihave a complaint here that you have been usingyour pistol for shooting pigs <strong>and</strong> hunting in theforest. What do you have to say?”Kuki was quiet. I looked at Nogen Singhmeaningfully, as if to say “Tamoh, now watchhim tell a lie.”Kuki remained quiet for some more time <strong>and</strong>then, looking quite perplexed, he asked, “Sir,why do I have to send a report? You have issuedme the pistol for use, have you not?”“Look Kuki, I don’t have the time to go into allthis; but the complaint here says that you shootpigs <strong>and</strong> villagers with it. What the hell have youbeen doing?” I almost yelled.“Yes, Sir, I do shoot pigs with my pistol,” saidKuki. “Sir, whenever I have to kill a pig, I don’tslaughter him with a ‘dao’ the way commonvillagers do. With a ‘dao’, the pig makes such amess. No, Sir. I shoot him! I call all the villagers,including the Gaon Burhas, to my house. I makethem st<strong>and</strong> in a circle around the fenced area infront <strong>of</strong> my house”.“And then what do you do?”“Sir, then I hoist our national flag <strong>and</strong> makeeveryone salute it.”“Good. Then what do you do?” I asked.“When they have all saluted the flag, Sir, I let thepig loose. The fenced area is quite small, Sir; justabout twenty feet by twenty feet. When the pigstarts running, Sir, I shoot him. Sir One pig. Oneshot, Sir!” said Kuki proudly.“And then what do you do?”“Oh! The whole village then has a feast!”I was speechless.“Sir, you said someone had complained. Who isthis blankety blank who has complained?”I winced. Not so much at the use <strong>of</strong> the expletiveby a junior <strong>of</strong>ficial before his senior, but at thevehemence <strong>of</strong> his outrage.“Look Kuki, this complaint is from some Soithang,a pseudonymous complaint no doubt. But theallegations, by your own admission are correct.”“Oh ho ! That bloody Soithang ! He is a no good,Sir,” declared Kuki. “Last month, I missed oneshot <strong>and</strong> the ricocheted bullet grazed his temple.Just because <strong>of</strong> that he complains to the ADSahib!” Kuki was almost apoplectic.“Grazed his temple, you said?” I tentativelysought confirmation but hoped that I had notheard correctly.“Yes Sir. It was just a slight graze <strong>and</strong> it stoppedbleeding after only two days. I told Soithang’swife to put the special mud from the river bedon the wound <strong>and</strong> he became ok in less than aweek. I really don’t underst<strong>and</strong> why Soithangshould have complained,” said Kuki, lookinggenuinely perplexed <strong>and</strong> hurt.“Don’t you underst<strong>and</strong>? Half an inch this side <strong>and</strong>this fellow would have been dead!” I shouted.“I agree, Sir, but half an inch that side <strong>and</strong> thebullet would have missed him completely. Don’tyou agree? ”I agreed but quickly realized that somewhere inthis exchange; I had already lost the argument.So I changed tack.“But why do you need to call the whole village?”I asked.With all the righteous indignation at hiscomm<strong>and</strong>, Kuki said, “Those Gaon Burhas thinkthey are so important! Why, some <strong>of</strong> them aremuch younger than I am. No one becomes wiseThe Indian <strong>Police</strong> Journal, October - December, 2012, Special Issue 51
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