Time : Sometime in 1640s
Place : Islamic State of Bijapur, India. (Consider ISIS territory of today)
An ordinary day in city.
Market is congested.
Butchers chatting with each other slaughtering goats, sheep and cows.
Skullcaps, beards and Hijabs everywhere.
Hindus passing by with heads hung down in fear.
Fear of being Hindu in Sharia run state.
Fear of Jaziya.
Fear of getting beaten up.
Fear of abduction.
Fear of rape.
Fear of getting beheaded.
Fear of desecrated temples.
Cows being cut in front of a temple.
To make Hindus feel insulted and destroyed.
To prove superiority of the best religion.
A butcher is dragging a cow to slaughter point.
Cow is helpless.
Tears in her eyes.
Her calf falls on ground seeing mother who will never come back.
Butcher’s eyes shining with pride of insulting filthy idol worshippers.
Cow falls on ground. One last cry.
Loud, clear, motherly.
Could melt even heart of stones.
But hearts filled with fear and hatred never melt.
No one would listen. Except one young man.
He comes on a horse.
Face of innocence. Biceps and Chests of a mighty.
Stops at butcher’s place.
His eyes as red as Tilak on forehead.
What happened next
“Who dragged the cow?” – the lion roars.
“Who are you?” – asks the butcher.
“Free the cow right now.”
“Who are you?” – shouts the butcher again.
“You have one last chance.”
“Who the hell are you to ask me? What can you do, filthy Kafir? I will kill your mother and eat it.” – butcher yells at youth.
10 butchers from shops around surround the man. Daggers in their hands.
“Am asking for last time.”- man warns.
“Who are you, Kafir!”. The butcher picks his dagger to stab cow in neck. Starts yelling- Allahu Akbar – in Halal Islamic way, ignoring man’s warning.
And then, there is flesh and blood on ground all of a sudden.
No, it is not of cow.
The butcher has been butchered.
The warrior’s sword was unsheathed for a moment.
Cow is free as the hands holding her were no more joined from arms.
It was quick.
Quicker than the butcher’s halal.
Skullcap is displaced from butcher’s head. Now lying next to cut-hand on ground.
Warrior’s Tilak on forehead is covered with bloodspill.
Now butcher is moaning instead of cow.
The mob is stunned.
10 butchers surrounding the warrior turn into statues.
The warrior speaks who he is: “I am Gorakhshak.”
“No cow will be butchered here from now.”: he roars.
“But, we butcher cows everyday. This is Islamic State. How the hell can we not kill the cow?” – Butchers murmur gently as they slowly retreat. And shout as they run away when they feel they are at safe distance from the Hindu sword. “Astagfirullah!”
“Time has changed.”
The hero gets on to horse sheathing the blood soaked sword.
“The Sultan will get angry with you” – someone in the mob warns.
“Which Sultan?” – warrior disappears.
20 years later
The Hindu King walks the same road on horse with hundreds of soldiers following.
Same sword in hand.
Sword that freed helpless cow from the butcher 20 years ago.
But time has changed.
It was not Allahu Akbar chants anymore.
It was “Har Har Mahadev” this time.
It was no more Shiva this time. It was Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj this time.
Our pride. Our hero. Our inspiration.
No matter who gets angry.
Jai Bhavani Jai Shivaji!
Vashi Sharma is a globally renowned energy scientist. He is a doctorate from IIT Bombay and a scientist with Ministry of New & Renewable Energy. Vashi is an expert on Islamic terrorism and deradicalization.