Agun Khagir Ashtathtala

I went to Delhi for office work for a few days. I came back last night. Today is Sunday, the holiday so I went to Kinker's house at 8:30 in the morning and saw Kinker sitting on a sofa in the living room downstairs and drowning in today's newspaper. I sat next to him without saying a word. Without lifting his face from the paper, he said, "Boss, when did you come from Delhi?"

I said, "Tomorrow, how do I know I'm here?"

Kinker said, "Who will come without you on Sunday morning? Besides, I have just solved a case and now I am safe for a while."

I said, “Case? ”

Kinker, “Yes sir, out on paper, read on. Details I will tell later. If you write a story, it will work for you. "Saying this, he gave me the newspaper.

Kinker is my childhood friend. Our home is in the temple floor area of Howrah. Both are students of Howrah District School, then Shibpur Deenbandhu College. Of course I had Commerce, Kinker's Science. Passed BSc to work independently and worked as a private investigator. Working quite successfully. I work as an internal auditor in a private company. Writing stories is my habit. The story I wrote has been published in local newspapers. I stay with Kinker in my spare time, because I get storytelling material from his work. I could not stay in this case. So I am presenting to the reader what he said.

Nalhati is a place in Birbhum district. Goddess Sati's trachea fell here, so it is Sati Peetha. You can go by train from Rampurhat. From Rampurhat station first Sadinpur, then Nalhati, then Chhatra, then Murarai station. If you can go east from this Murarai station, then you can reach Raghunathganj of Murshidabad via Kashimanagar, Mitrapur, Omarpur. Murarai falls in Birbhum district but Raghunathganj falls in Murshidabad district.

There is a small canal near this Mitrapur, which determines the boundaries of the two states. The road from Murarai to Raghunathganj is about 35 km. There are paved roads now, some trekkers and small buses are running but when I was talking there were unpaved rural roads and the road was littered with forest rubbish, infested with thieves in the evening. At that time there was no other means of transportation except bicycle and risk. However, people have relied on vehicle number 11 since ancient times. That means walking.

There is a huge field in the middle of Mitrapur from Kasimnagar. Nothing can be seen around him. When the water collects in the rainy season, it looks like the sea. In the middle of this field there is a huge ash tree with a mahasmasana under it. It is heard that a Tantric had attained Siddhi by doing ashes, so it is Mahasmasana. During the Manvantar of 1971, people were dying of starvation and disease. At that time not a single day went by and he did not die here. One day two or three died. Since then, it has probably been called Agun Khagir Ashtathtala.

There is a small temple in this crematorium, which has a statue of mother Kali. Bodhakari was established when he was a Tantric. But now he is gone, so the idol is broken in many places and is no longer worshiped. There is also a house next to this temple. Apparently the crematorium was made for seating. Burn weeds and rubbish around the filling and very few people come here to die. The place is quite far from the city. The ash tree is so big that its shade is spread over a huge area. Many pairs have descended from the upper branches and the nests of various birds in the trees are always chirping. It is not surprising that woodpeckers have dug holes in many parts of the tree, including a couple of snakes.

Recently a saint has appeared here. Braided on the head, wearing ocher, clothes, kharam on the legs, rudraksha garland on the neck and hands. He cleans the room where the idol of Makali was and worships his mother every day. He is often seen meditating. He stays overnight in the next room.

The villagers have a natural attraction to the saints, as most people think that the saints see the present, the past and the future with their divine vision. In fact, every human being has a great desire to see the future, because he has seen the past, the present he sees, he does not see what will happen to him in the future. So many people do a lot to know, understand and make the future more beautiful. Therefore, people started coming to this saint Babaji gradually. Sadhu Baba, many people say a lot, some of them are true, some are not.

For example, once the village headman came, his son had to pass secondary. With the blessings of Sadhu Babaji, the boy passed well. However, the pass rate that year was much higher than other years. Whatever it is, it has passed. So the chief mistress cleaned the father's ashram with the help of people. He repaired the broken parts and fixed the windows and doors.

Seeing this, not only in this village, but also in the surrounding villages, the news spread that a saint Babaji had come under the fire. Fans used to come from far and wide from time to time.

Meanwhile, theft and robbery have increased in Murshidabad, Birbhum and Malda districts. The policemen of the three districts have run away. This is the day when some devotees were coming from South Bengal by car to worship at Tarapith. Who or what looted them. Police saw a car parked near the rent. How did the car come to such a secluded place at seven in the morning. Searching for that, the police saw that everyone in the car was unconscious. Later it was learned from them that they met two saints on the street. Asked the way to Tarapith, a saint said you have gone astray, it is far from Tarapith. Take us with you, we will take you through the village, it will reach you quickly. Saying this, they crossed the high road and entered their village. After a while, the saints let all the passengers eat their mother's prasad, then I don't remember anything else. So the police officer realized that if there was sleeping pills in Prasad, it would be impossible to do this.

Another incident took place a few days ago when some people from Alipurduar came to visit Murshidabad. In the name of the travel guide, he took them to a dark place in Hazarduari and robbed them with a knife. They then lodged an FIR with the Behrampur police station. But the thief was not caught.

A bank robbery was also reported in Malda. A private bank was robbed on Saturday. In the name of opening an account, four or five people robbed the bank. That day the bank's CCTV was off. So the thieves were not seen. Besides, petty thefts often come to the notice of the police. However, the police have realized that a group steals in different places, in different guises. But it is not yet clear who is involved.

Because there are no more than three or four people in every place and they are always in disguise.

Kinkar came to his sister's house, Bahrampur. Bahrampur is a large town in Murshidabad district. The purpose is the same, to visit the historic Murshidabad. One day he went to see Hazarduari with his nephew. There they saw many things, Siraj's sword, clothes used during the war. Different types of weapons of war. Other soldiers wear different types of war clothes etc. His nephew said that it would take two hands to wield such a big sword, so how could they fight with one hand. Another thing is that there is a special kind of mirror. You will not be able to see your own face, you will be able to see the lower part of the throat, you will be able to see the face of another person but you will not be able to see your own face. Standing in front of the mirror for a long time, he did not understand Kinker's strategy.

As soon as he came out of Hazarduari, he met one of his college classmates in police uniform. Name Someshwar Roy, DSP, Murshidabad. They both studied BSc from Shibpur Deenbandhu College, Howrah. He then got a police job with Dr. Blue B.C.S. and Kinker started a private investigation to earn an independent living. Works fairly well. Your own needs are less so go away. Someshwar was very happy to see Kinkar.

Someshwar, "What are you doing here?"

Kinkar, “I have come to visit my sister's house in Bahrampur and have brought this nephew with me to show Hazarduari. What's the matter with you Investigation? ”

Someshwar, “Not an investigation, a major investigation. A gang of thieves will most likely be four or five. Birbhum, Murshidabad is absolutely looting in Malda district. I can't find any clue to catch them in different guises. "

"I can try, but it will pay off," Kinker said.

Someshwar said, "Yes, of course there is what the government will give you. The police officers of these three districts will also give you gifts. He is no less."

Kinker, "Okay, but I'll sit down and tell you a little detail and then I'll see." They sat in a hotel in Bahrampur and discussed the whole matter.

Kinker said, “Listening to you, it seems that the thief is intelligent and very good at disguising. If you want to catch them, you have to walk with the same mentality. You don't know me from today and I don't know you either. All right. "

Someshwar said, "Then he smiled a little and said ok."

There is a big gold and silver shop on the road in front of Raghunathganj market. There are also layers of precious stones in all the showcases, there are lights all around, beautiful shops are glittering. There is a signboard on the shop saying that old jewelry is traded and exchanged here. Advertisements related to the shop have been appearing in local papers for the past few days and small leaflets have spread to many places in Birbhum and Murshidabad. An old bearded gentleman sits in front of the shop thinking he will be the owner. Besides, all the workers and artisans are doing their work. There is a small space in front of the shop where there is an arrangement for the buyers to park their cars.

One day three Kinnari came to the shop. They have some old jewelry and they want to sell it and buy new design jewelry. The old gentleman observed them well, looking at the old jewelry in his hand. Then he saw them rubbing on a rock and called an employee and said weigh the gold jewelry. The employee was going to say something to the gentleman with them in his hand, he immediately stopped and said, “I have seen all these gold ornaments too. You just weigh and tell how many grams it is. "

"Okay," he said and left.

After a while he came and said that it was fifteen villages, that is, about one and a half full old jewelery. The gentleman said, “Your jewelry is worth forty-seven thousand rupees. Now tell me not to take cash but to buy other new jewelry. "

One of them said, "OK, give me the cash."

Another said, "No, show me new jewelry."

The gentleman said, "Okay," and went inside. After a while he brought some new design jewelry from inside. At present these are very common in Calcutta. He named one or two Bengali serials where jewelry of this design has been used more. Each piece of jewelry is filled with a brown basket. Seeing this, they chose a rate that cost 50,000 rupees. The gentleman said I am giving you 46500 with a discount. A Kinnari said then how much more do we have to pay with old jewelry.

The gentleman said you have to pay one thousand five hundred rupees.

He put the necklace in a brown box and wrapped it well with another piece of paper. Seeing the box, a Kinnari was a little surprised and asked, "Babu, this box is very beautiful to look at. What a different price for it."

The gentleman said, "No, no, it's a gift pack. We actually use a box with a little design so that the customer is happy and comes back."

The Kinnari went away with a smile on their face for 1500 rupees. The gentleman took the rest of the things inside and made a phone call to DSP Someshwar of Murshidabad, “Hello I am Kinker, most probably my initial work is complete. Connect the microphone number 16 from the control room. ”The voice of a man came to the control room officer to connect with the speaker number 16. Someone was saying that the shopkeeper did not understand my ability to do make-up. Neither we nor the boy nor the girl could catch it. Another said the goldsmith did not understand the gilt jewelry. But I have doubts. Okay, I will submit the thing to Guruji tonight. Now let's go home, I'll come here at night and then go to the ashram. Then the sound of motorcycles was heard.

Telling these things, Someshwar called Kinkar. "Where is the nearest monastery?"

Someshwar said there is no shortage of Murshidabad Ashram. The problem is how to understand which ashram they are talking about. "Now we have to rely on the microphone," Kinker said. Tell your officer to listen all the time and I'm coming to your office a little later. The control room officer first listened to the headphones and then connected them to the loudspeaker as soon as Kinker arrived. I heard a little around five in the afternoon, someone is saying that I have some work to do in my house today, I can't go, you come to my house in Mitrapur. Take the thing from me and from here you will go straight through the field to Guruji's ashram. Hearing this, Kinkar moved a little, which means that Guruji's ashram is very close to Mitrapur.

 "Where is the Mitrapur ?" Asked Kinkar.

An officer said, "The place is a border village of Birbhum and Murshidabad districts. There is a shashnan in the middle of the field called Ashutha floor of Agun Khagi Recently a saintly father came, he has become very famous in the area and what he is saying has been fruitful in many ways.

Kinkar said, "Okay, then we can go to Guruji's darshan too." For this we have to do one more drama.

Then it will be half past eight at night. The two boys met at Raghunathganj on a motorcycle. Then they took the rural dirt road to Murarai. Twenty minutes later they stood in a dark place. After standing for five minutes, another man on a motorcycle came from the opposite direction and stood in front of them with a packet in his hand. He handed it to them and told them that I would come to Murarai station tomorrow. I will tell you what Guruji ordered there. After saying this, the boy who came from the opposite direction left. As soon as the two boys started the motorcycle, the light came on and they saw a black car parked a short distance away. An old gentleman is looking around in front of him. As soon as the two boys approached him, the gentleman asked, "Well, father, there is a great saint here. I have heard that his medicine cures various diseases." Which way is his ashram? ”

They both thought for a while and then said, "Where are you coming from so late at night?"

The gentleman said, "From Nadia, the road was not well known so it was too late to come. My son is very ill so I have come if the father is kind."

One boy said, "How many of you are there?"

The gentleman said, "I, my wife, and my son who very sicks."

"Okay, you come with us," they said and proceeded on their motorcycles. The black car started moving behind this motorcycle. After leaving for a while, they came to a standstill and said, "No more cars, now you have to walk." In the sky, the light of the tenth moon has fallen on the earth, the empty fields all around, the Shunshan road, only the continuous whispers can be heard. The road is very narrow so everyone has to take one line. At the beginning of the line, two boys started lighting the torch lights of their mobiles and they started walking behind him.

It would have been a little difficult for the older gentleman if the two boys had looked back in a good way, because there were not three but eight to ten people behind them and everyone had weapons. After passing through the middle of the field for ten minutes, they came under a tree and said, "Wait here, we are informing Guruji." Saying this, they went inside. It's nine o'clock at night, usually no one will come in the middle of the field so late at night. So the ashram is empty. The moonlight fell in places through the gaps of the ash tree. It is understood that there is a house for Guruji to stay. There is a sitting room next to it where passengers come and sit. Most likely the living room has been renovated. Meanwhile, the gentleman Someshwar has asked the other people to surround the entire ashram but will not make any noise, will wait till my order.

The boy knocked on two doors and a voice came from inside, "Who?"

They said, "Operation two and three."

Then the door opened, they went in and closed the door. Then the gentleman Someshwar, the wife Kinkar and another officer went to the door and tried to see the scene inside. There is a little light inside, but it is understood that in addition to these two boys, there are two more boys inside and there are Guruji, that is, a total of five people. These two boys gave details of their work with great enthusiasm. Then he handed the basket to Guruji. Guruji was a little surprised at first with the basket, then he opened it and took a good look at the necklace and threw the necklace with the basket and said, The shopkeeper understood that you were carrying the guilt jewelry. Instead, he gave you imitation jewelry. "

The two boys were a little surprised and said, "I don't understand anything. The man has to say Ghaghu Mal." Okay, it doesn't matter, we brought a passenger to the Mal Dar Party. The boy's illness, you take a look, then we'll take care of him. "

Guruji said, "Where?"

The boy is "standing under that tree."

Guruji, “I saw you beating me. Why did you bring any passengers so late at night?

Someshwar immediately opened the door and went inside and said, "What will they bring us? In fact, I have been looking for you for a long time to see you." Don't try to be too clever. "Raise your hand. Your ashram is surrounded by police."

 Guruji, "Father, what is my crime?"

Someshwar said, "Your crime allegations have been lodged with all the police stations. Come with us without saying anything for the time being."

Guruji gently threw the kerosene lamp on the ground. Immediately his glass shattered and the light went out. Then in that darkness a shot came from the front and wounded the police officer. Without delay, Someshwar started playing the flute and ordered the firing. Immediately shots were fired from all four sides of the house. Police officers through the window and Guruji from inside. After a while the rain of shots ended and a scream was heard. Other officers were seen lighting torches, killing three people, including Guruji, and injuring two others. Kinker immediately snatched their mobile phones and asked what the name of the number three man in the operations department was.

One of them cunningly said, "Who is the third person, we don't know any third person, and the operation department means that."

Kinkar said, "The three of you came from a shop in Raghunathganj in the morning to buy jewelery. I was there in the guise of Kinnari." And the basket I put the jewelry in had a microphone, and there's more to say. "

One of them bowed his head and said Rasiuddin Sheikh, home in Sheikhpara, Mirpur.

Someshwar immediately informed the DSP of Birbhum and asked him to arrest him and bring him to Bahrampur. Someshwar sealed the entire ashram and kept four independent policemen stationed till morning, asking them to send the bodies for postmortem.

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, everyone must come to Someshwar's office. But when he arrived a little earlier, he talked a lot with these three boys.

Then he started his speech in front of the DSP office of the three districts. In fact, Guruji was a tainted accused, most likely from Calcutta. He used to build an ashram here and steal the bait of young boys. But stealing required information and operations. It had a team of five people. The two who died were gathering information. And these three boys used to operate. However, they have nothing to do with the bank robbery in Malda. That is the work of another team, so I understood their words. However, it is their job to rob the passengers in the guise of saints. They have also done various small and big works in Murshidabad and Birbhum districts. They had 20% commission behind every operation. The stolen property is in a secret place in the ashram and most likely kept underground, it is your responsibility to find out.

Someshwar said, “You said Guruji is a Calcutta man. It would be nice to know his real identity. "

Kinker, "Okay, give me some photos and fingerprints of Guruji. I will contact Lalbazar. If I can let you know, I will let you know."

Someshwar, "I know that you were sitting in the beard of the gold shop, but how do you know that these kinnari are thieves."

Kinker said, "At first they were able to bring in some of their own physique, but they weren't able to do it all. Secondly, the Kinnari clap almost always. They clapped twice in the whole incident. It is an expression of the natural joy of the mind. That's when I got suspicious, so I secretly put the sixteen box with the microphone in it and that's what works. Guruji's Information Department must have noticed that the leaflets of this advertisement were distributed and advertised in the local newspapers. So he sent a plan to the operations department. "

The SP of Birbhum said that the way Guruji used to operate was an indication of his creative intellect.

Kinker said you have to be creative, sir. In fact, stealing is an art, if you can't catch it. Everyone present laughed.

Kinker returned home two days later. He then contacted Lalbazar to find out that a bank robber had escaped from Canning's jail several months ago. But he did not catch the person. After looking at the details and checking the handprints, the police officials are sure that Guruji is that person. This news has been printed in detail in today's paper. That's what Kinker was reading.

 The stolen item was in a tin basket which was buried in the ground under Guruji's bed. Someshwar had called Kinkar to inform him.

The End