![]() ![]() ![]() The man's body was frozen in a running posture. there were 4-5 huts to that place in all. It occured to me that that sonofabitch paf pilot, Afzal whatever, must have deliberately guided his dead plane into this small hamlet to cause maximum damage on the ground. The little hamet came into view very suddenly. Bikes through the paddy fields was rough. We met occasional IITians heading back, some laughingly told us that the entire plane was almost gone as a suvenior. However, by the time some of us headed out on our bikes, the clouds had returned, and it started to drizzel on the way to the crash site. It had rained off and on for the previous week, but that particular day had started out nice and sunny. We were probably the last to make it out to the crash site. It was about 11:30 or so, I recall (about half hour past usual lunch time) that we got out of that wretched class. the paf veered off, and we asked to get a cancellation, specially those of us not too prepared for a TD test, but no luck. And we actually saw that chutiya paf pilot coming straight at us (our class was at the front of the main building, on the left of the tower, looking at it from the outside, second floor). To continue with my narrative, Our Thrmo class lecturer was adamant about not letting us go, war or no war, air raid or no air raid. Rajanb: Deleted my portion and replaced by a chronological sequence below. Found out what the pakjabi is made of under a thin veneer of civilization. ![]() One of them turned on me, damn near chocked me to death when Dhaka surrendered. As it happened, I was sharing an apartment with two pakjubi room mates. ![]() As it happened, she knew nothing of the attack in Bengal, and did not get my telegram anyway. I sent a telegram to let her know I was OK. I was worried for my mother, with no phone, but could do nothing. (thermo test was in progress, and a part of war's absurdity sticks with me, with our lecturar yelling: "no talking, no talking" as we all went out to the corridor to see the action. As it happened, I and my classmates saw IAF bring down two F86 Sabers from our classroom windows at about 10:30 AM, when that PAF garbage came to attack Kalaikunda AF base. Paruram's and my post x-posted from the TIRP threadĪs long as we are revisiting paki wars, I was away from home in 65 (Punjab, Kapurthala, about 60 miles from Lahore border), at IIT Kharagpur, WB (about 100 miles from the EPaki border). ![]()
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