Bidrohi Mizo on Complete Works of Aparesh Bhowmick

The Ambush

Fri, 27 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Gunshots shattered the silence of the mountains—a sound that had become all too familiar these days. The volunteers of the Mizo National Front, the armed wing of a nation fighting for its soul, had risen. They targeted the enemy with precision, their morale ironclad and unwavering.

“We will fight until the last drop of blood leaves our bodies,” was the unspoken vow on every pair of lips. “No matter the strength of the enemy, we will keep Mizoram free.”

The Return

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

It was eight o’clock on a foggy winter night. Outside, the silence was heavy, and visibility was near zero. Rema stepped out once, but a piercing gust of wind drove him straight back to the warmth of the fireplace. Rosangi was just finishing dinner when Jitinga pushed the door open. He was bundled so heavily against the bitter cold that only his face was visible; at a glance, even his closest relatives wouldn’t have recognized him. Rema and Rosangi peered closely at the newcomer

The Capture

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Rangchwanga and his men lay prone in the dense jungle near Thingdawl, eyes fixed on the road. The sight of the military van was too much to resist. Rangchwanga squeezed the trigger, his gun erupting with a loud boom-boom, sending bullets tearing into the vehicle. His comrades immediately joined in.

But the retaliation was swift.

From the other side, a relentless tak-tak-tak of automatic fire shredded the foliage around them.

The Secret Meeting

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

The sun was sinking rapidly toward the western horizon, casting long, fading rays across the mountain peaks. Yangaya, Jitinga, and a comrade navigated the serpentine path that cut through the impenetrable jungle. The light shifted and dulled by the minute; they had to reach the Sailo punjee before nightfall swallowed the mountains completely.

Jitinga had worried that Yangaya, having lived abroad for so long, would struggle on this rugged terrain. He was wrong. Yangaya kept pace effortlessly, his face showing no sign of fatigue. He walked with the steady rhythm of a man returning home.

The Trap

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Rosangi and Lalchungi walked side by side along the narrow, undulating path that led from the jhum fields to their punjee. Each carried a large, sturdy basket on her back—woven from cane and distinct from the flimsy baskets of the plains. Secured by a strap across the forehead, these baskets left their hands free to navigate the steep, rugged terrain.

The path eventually intersected with the main road, right below a high hillock where the military had set up camp. As they reached the junction, Rosangi stopped. The long trek had been exhausting.

The Prison

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Rangchwanga and his men were isolated in a guarded cell within the Aizawl military cantonment. Their arrest was different from the others; they had been taken directly from the field of operation, fresh from the fight. The security forces knew these men held the keys to the rebellion—locations, supply lines, leadership. They had to be cracked.

As they were dragged away, Rangchwanga knew the capture was only the beginning. The real test lay ahead. The enemy would try to extract information by any means necessary. They would break bodies and minds. But for men who had already made peace with death, who carried the mantra of “fear not” in their hearts, what was there left to fear?

The Political Game

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

General Thu-Aya and Yangaya sat in the secret hideout, the air heavy with smoke and anticipation. They were waiting for Jitinga, their eyes and ears across the Mizo hills.

Jitinga arrived late. He looked worn, carrying the weight of the news he had gathered from the various sectors.

“You’re late,” Thu-Aya noted, though his voice lacked sting.

“Yes. But not too late, I hope,” Jitinga replied, sinking onto a makeshift seat. “Let me catch my breath.”

A History of Rebellion

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

The name “Mizo” is a modern nomenclature. In our language, it simply means “highlander”—those who dwell in the high lands. Under this collective identity, we encompass various groups: the Lushei, Kuki, Hmar, Paito, Riang, Pawai, Chakma, and Lakher.

We possess no ancient texts to document our origins. However, oral traditions passed down through generations suggest that the oldest inhabitants of this region were the Lushei, Chin, and Kachin groups. They likely migrated from the distant Chinese border, pushing through the deep jungles of Burma to settle here. Over time, their descendants splintered into different clans, each led by an influential chief known as a Lal.

Winds of Change

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Time moved inexorably forward. Much water had flowed down the Kolodyne and Saireng rivers, unceasing and indifferent. The armed campaign of Thu-Aya, Jitinga, Yangaya, and Rema flowed with it—sometimes raging like a monsoon torrent, sometimes meandering like a gentle winter stream.

For four long years, Rema had remained in the hills. Now, for the first time since the uprising began, he descended to the plains with two companions, entering the city of Silchar.

Life Behind Bars

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Rangchwanga and his companions were removed from Silchar jail and loaded onto a train, their destination unknown. As the wheels clattered against the tracks, a heavy apprehension settled over them. They were being scattered—divided among different jails across Assam and beyond, isolated from one another to break their spirits.

For the rebels, life became a cycle of waiting in unknown four-walled enclosures. They had been arrested under Section 121 of the Indian Penal Code—waging war against the state—but the honorable courts seemed in no hurry to establish truth or justice. They remained undertrial prisoners, suspended in legal limbo.

The Release

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

After his morning meal, Rangchwanga lit a bidi and strolled from his ward. He stopped abruptly at the sight of a familiar face. Though the years had changed him, the man was unmistakable.

“Hey,” Rangchwanga called out. “Aren’t you Thanglura?”

The man turned. “Yes. I am Thanglura.”

“You have changed,” Rangchwanga said, smiling. “Gained a little weight. I almost walked past you.”

“Jail food sits heavy,” Thanglura joked, though his eyes were tired. “But tell me, I haven’t seen you around. Where were you hiding?”

The Final Resolve

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

After Rangchwanga and the others were released from jail, the landscape of the Mizo hills began to shift rapidly. Armed clashes between security forces and rebels still erupted in the Jhumpai region near Aizawl, with casualties on both sides, but these skirmishes were pushed to the back pages of the newspapers. Instead, the spotlight turned to the city-based political parties.

Negotiations were underway in Delhi. Mizo leaders were meeting with the Prime Minister, demanding full statehood for the district. Headlines screamed that factions of the Mizo National Front (MNF) were coming to an “understanding” with the government.