The Confession of Sultana Daku
With a map of Sultana’s area of operations
Authour
: Sujit Saraf
Publisher
: Hamish Hamilton, 2009, Pages 285
Excerpts:
(1) On reaching the age of six, a boy must begin to
learn the trade of his fathers. There are three hollow spaces inside the mouth
where a man may hide coins, rings and small knives; one on either side, between
the cheek and upper lip, and a third, secret one, deep inside the throat. By
eight he must complete at least one roomali-naqab; dig a hole under a locked
door and crawl through it. Another is khan-naqab, in which you need to dig
through the wall, and bagli-naqab, in which you make a hole in the wall near
the door.
(2) If
someone was robbed in Gorakhpur, the police went to the doms in the Muktifauj
(Salvation Army) prison there, if someone was killed west of Dilli, they went
to the berias, and if anything happened between Dilli and Gorakhpur they came
to us in Najibabad. In their eyes every murderer in Bijnor, Moradabad or
Breilly was a bhantu.
(3) I entered the Lat Sahib George Pancham’s train near
the Salimgarh fort tracks. The windows had curtains, a sofa along the wall,
chairs and tables with papers strewn about. The carpet was as thick as a
mattress, a door led to another room having more sofas and desks, electric fans
on the roof, but nothing which I could take. I ran from one room to the next
and reached the room having only a bed with a large mirror on the wall. On the
bed was a box which I opened and in it was a crown. I heard guards in the first
room, and entered the only other door. There was a large trough where a horse
could drink, mirror on the wall and towels hanging on pegs. .. I uprooted the
thunderbox, put the crown on my head, wrapped my dhoti around my knees and
squeezed down the hole below.
(4) I would tell the pujari that we were wandering
sadhus from Haridwar. In the mornings we went round the village, begging as
sadhus do. We noted which houses were made of brick and which of mud and nal
grass, which women wore jewellery, and which banias had had the biggest scales.
We marked on their walls with lumps of lime, one line for a rich man, two for a
rich man whose wife had jewelry – so the house would be easy to locate in the
dark.
(5) I had suppliers in Moradabad, Bareilly, Bijnor
and Najibabad, who sold me flour, 12-bore shot, powder, muskets, saddles, bits,
feed for my horses. I always paid well. Not all of them were banias either.
Soldiers who had fought for George Pancham in the Great War provided muskets,
mallas ferried us across the Ganga, and thakurs quietly let us cut their crop
because the loss would go on their tenant’s head.
(6) One
night, we set off in opposite directions, I taking half the men towards
Kashipur, and Dalpat the other half towards Bijnor. Our movements were watched
by the police, and we encountered them in both places. We bhantus do not cover
their faces during raids, so the constables in both Kashipur and Bijnor saw me,
and word began to spread. Sultana was in two places at once, twenty kos apart !
The banias now trembled, afraid to touch the man to whom Sri Maharaj had given
such power !
(7) There was not a town in Rohilkhand where a man,
on hearing a sudden shot in the darkness, did not cry, “Sultana Daku ki jai !”
I never robbed old women or poor men, and never hurt a child. A bhantu is born
to lighten the burden of those who feel it heaviest on their shoulders. If not
for a Sultana, who would keep a check on the wealth of banias and the terror of
thakurs in Rohilkhand ?
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My
Take : A breathtaking narrative of notorious Sultana Daku,
swashbuckling leader of a gang of bhantu dacoits who terrorised United Provinces, specially
Rohilkhand between 1910 to 1924. Sujit Saraf has painstakingly collected the
facts and tells the story in the first person with remarkable flair. Though
told as fiction, none of it is contrary to known fact.
Sultana,
third in generation of famous Gulfi, had his area of operations mainly in
Rohilkhand, from Haridwar to Moradabad , Rampur to Haldwani and Nainital.
Excerpts also given in
the book from diaries of Police and Army officers, who were in pursuit of
Sultana, have not given above due to space constraints.
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Subject Type – Historical story
telling in reminiscences form
Narrative Style – Excellent
Readability – Excellent
Maintaining
Readers Interest
– Excellent
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