The Dawood Ibrahim - Life Story

The Dawood Ibrahim - Life Story

Dawood Ibrahim

Dongri to Dubai: Six Decades of the Mumbai Mafia has been my generally perplexing and troublesome venture since I took to providing details regarding wrongdoing route in 1995. The greatest test by a wide margin has been chronicling the historical backdrop of the Mumbai black market and keeping it fascinating for lay perusers just as picking episodes that denoted an age in the Mumbai mafia. It was first recommended to me by a companion in 1997, when I was scarcely two or three years into wrongdoing revealing, that I should attempt to expound on the historical backdrop of the Mumbai mafia; I was encouraged to reproduce something like Joe Gould's Secret. At that point, I had not in any case known about the book; frankly, I felt it was too monster a duty regarding somebody who was as yet inexperienced. Be that as it may, having put my ear to the ground for Black Friday, I felt prepared for a greater test. At first, I set out to discover why such a large number of Muslim adolescents from Mumbai were attracted to wrongdoing. Was it the emanation of Dawood Ibrahim or was it financial impulse that drew them? That was the inquiry with which I began. Furthermore, incidentally, I wound up doing what my companion had requested that I do at first. At the point when I set off on the story from Dongri, the analogy was not lost on my companions. Am I blameworthy of connecting individuals from a specific religion with wrongdoing? Not at all like in the US, where comprehensive investigations have been led on race and wrongdoing and their relationship, assuming any, there has been no genuine discussion or study on the causes that made Muslims inclined to following an existence of wrongdoing over the most recent fifty years. At the point when I state Dongri, it isn't only the zone that begins from Mandvi close Zakaria Masjid however from Crawford Market as far as possible of JJ Hospital, covering Null Bazaar,Umerkhadi, Chor Bazaar, Kamathipura, and all the interlacing material and retail markets and masjids. Following the historical backdrop of Mumbai, student of history and specialist Sharada Dwivedi composes that the territory was before a flatland and Dongri was a slope; there used to be a Portuguese post here that the British dominated and strengthened. Be that as it may, before the British began recovering the land, the fortress region was a low-lying region underneath the rough statures of Dongri, which gave simple access to the ocean. Muslim pilgrims are known to have lived in the higher terrains close to the current day Chakala Market, and in Dongri, from as far back as the fourteenth century. The eastern piece of Bombay1 island was dominatingly Muslim commanded for quite a while, and remains so even today. After the seven islands were connected, Dongri found some kind of purpose for existing of its own. The mayhem around it happened step by step; with access to the markets, business flourished thus did the populace. Traffic is a wreck, the asphalts have been taken over by sellers, people on foot spill onto the avenues, and the spot is continually clamoring with movement. Toward the west of Dongri is the Chor Bazaar (truly signifying 'cheats' advertise') where you can get everything from old closets disposed of by Parsi families to collectibles, gramophones, and different trinkets. Sometime before Dawood changed the way Dongri is seen today, other people who had strolled the corridor of acclaim and reputation in the Dongri zone were China Dada, Ibrahim Dada, Haji Mastan, Karim Lala, and Baasha Dada. Back then, the most effortless wrongdoing was to greet late-night explorers and diminish them of their assets. The specialty of pickpocketing was at this point to be learned and idealized. In any case, the employing of the glossy cutting edge of a blade, sword, or chopper was sufficient to send shudders down the spine of the harmony adoring occupants of Bombay, as it was known in those days. Each and every wrongdoing was accounted for with thrive by the British writers. One of them, Alfred W. Davis assumed name Gunman, who provided details regarding wrongdoing for the Blitz, was a legend. A columnist who blossomed under his tutelage was Usman Gani Muqaddam. Usman was known for his tireless news gathering and insightful abilities. After broad meetings with Usman Gani and other veteran wrongdoing journalists and my own exploration, I accumulated that Dongri had consistently been the focal point of wrongdoing in Mumbai. In the primary fortnight of 1947, the city saw a spate of wrongdoings. the Times of India announced four occurrences. On 1 January 1947, stray blade assaults were accounted for at Lalbaug, Agripada, and Dongri. The police captured nine individuals and propelled a drive to catch the guilty parties included. Inside days on 8 January, the Anti-Corruption Bureau held onto 400 cutting blades from a level on Marine Drive however couldn't capture anyone. That day, a social specialist was cut in Parel. B.J. Deorukhkar, a civil councilor, was additionally killed, an occurrence that stunned the city and raised an alert.

The Big D – The Dawood Ibrahim Life Story

Force streams from the barrel of a firearm. Ask Dawood Hasan Ibrahim Kaskar: he isn't only a confirmation this force, he is living declaration to its ubiquity. India's mafia fare to the world, presently living secluded from everything someplace in Pakistan, black market pioneer Dawood Ibrahim is the most needed man on earth. When Dawood, pioneer of the scandalous criminal outfit D Company, was named a worldwide fear-based oppressor by the US Treasury Department in 2004, there were no wrinkles in the temples of his partners in crime, spread everywhere throughout the globe. They said the United States had reaffirmed the numero uno status of their supervisor who, as indicated by them, accepts from the profundity of his turned heart that he is comparable to the President of the United States And so for a long time, Dawood would name every one of his manors 'The White House'. He had one in Dubai until 1994, and when he moved base to Karachi, his new base camp turned into The White House; and there was another White House in London. Like the first White House officeholder, Dawood shuffles manages a few nations—the distinction being that the greater part of the individuals he manages are the shadowy ones who fuel the dark economy of most nations. Needed by India for different wrongdoings including engineering the 1993 Bombay sequential bombings in which 257 individuals passed on and more than 700 others were injured, Dawood is additionally associated with having offered strategic help for the 26/11 psychological militant assault in the city. In the years after he left Indian shores in 1986, the ganglord continued pining for his nation of origin and made numerous endeavors to organize a rebound. So while in authorized outcast in Dubai, Dawood would reproduce India in Dubai or Sharjah, by getting Bollywood stars to move to his tunes or cricketers to do his offering in his received nation of habitation. Dawood had dealt with a wonderful way of life, a home away from home. Be that as it may, he would habitually send sensors about his desire to come back to India through certain government officials whom he was near; it would be stonewalled, he would attempt once more, etc. At that point the March 1993 sequential bomb impacts occurred and Dawood understood that he needed to at long last cut the umbilical line. Named as one of the denounced, Dawood comprehended that he had no expectations of ever coming back to his homeland. His ascent to worldwide acclaim started after 1992; up to that point he was primarily engaged with land; gold, silver, and gadgets carrying; and tranquilize dealing. Dawood cherished Mumbai and was the quintessential Mumbai kid, imparting to the city its energy for living and capacity to continue notwithstanding misfortune. Then again, Pakistan enticed and it was offering him shelter, another name, another character, another visa, another life, if very little else. There was a trick obviously; he would be a pawn in their grasp. Yet, at that point he was Dawood Ibrahim, he would change Pakistan and make the nation move to his tunes, he thought. Since he held the satchel strings, this would not be an issue. In this way, deserting his adored Mumbai, he decided to cross fringes. Thus started Dawood's new excursion with India's most outstanding adversary, Pakistan. Over the most recent forty years, two individuals have changed the conditions among India and Pakistan; one is Dawood Ibrahim and the other was previous leader of Pakistan General Zia-ul-Haq. In the event that Zia-ul-Haq got Salafi Islam to Kashmir and changed the Sufi Kashmiris of India by giving more driving force to militancy in Kashmir, Dawood Ibrahim has soured the relations between the two nations to the final turning point. The circumstance has become a recurring bit of fun. The Indian government has been abrasively looking for authority of Ibrahim, and Pakistan, with a straight face, has been denying that he is on their dirt. 

In any case, he figures out how to be Pakistan's secret weapon, to be utilized against India occasionally. The two nations know that Dawood holds the way into the harmony procedure among India and Pakistan. In Karachi, Dawood at first lived in a Clifton neighborhood cottage, his nearby White House. Be that as it may, when he had a child called Moin, in the wake of having had three little girls in succession (Mahrooq, Mahreen, and Mazia), he manufactured a rambling manor called Moin Palace in a similar neighborhood, in festivity of a hotly anticipated male beneficiary. Moin Palace is the most-watched manor in the zone today, with a tremendous group of Karachi Rangers on nonstop vigil. The house flaunts rich Swarovski precious stone masterpieces, has a cascade, a temperature-controlled pool, a tennis court, a billiard court, and a running track. His extraordinary visitors are housed in Moin Palace while different less significant ones are obliged in a guesthouse in the region of the Palace. 
In the Beginning: Bombay 1950–1960 – The Dawood Ibrahim Life Story Indeed, even in the fifties, individuals from all over India were attracted to Bombay like a moth to the fire. The city had gained notoriety for its supporting capacities, in the manner in which it invites in all newcomers who get the chance to develop in their lives. It never appeared to be shy of assets and, in spite of the flood, it was developing in abundance, force, and significance. Like in New York of yesteryear, which brought the majority into its grip, poor youth from all pieces of the nation were arriving in Bombay by the droves. From the north, young men from India's increasingly country states like Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh started sliding on the city. There were hardly any Biharis however, in light of the fact that up to that point, the Biharis respected Calcutta (present-day Kolkata) as the brilliant bowl and would not look past the eastern capital of the nation. Uttar Pradesh occupants be that as it may, were sufficiently sharp to make sense of the contrast among Calcutta and Mumbai. All things considered, Calcutta was to a greater degree a communist set-up, where new undertakings would think that its hard to prosper, dissimilar to in Mumbai. Likewise, Mumbai has consistently been the money related capital of the nation, and has consistently been known as the place where there is fresh chances to succeed. Getting away from an actual existence restricted to furrowing their fields, these north Indians pull for Mumbai easily. The young men were for the most part from Allahabad, Kanpur, Rampur, and Jaunpur in UP. At that point, the number of inhabitants in south Mumbai was pegged at a pitiful two lakh. The north Indian vagrants started living in ghettos of their own, separated based on the urban areas and towns back home. Yet, gradually the young men understood that without training they couldn't make a lot of progress in the city of gold; along these lines a couple of baffled youth turned towards the assignment of getting income sans work. As Napoleon Hill stated, the need might be the mother of creation however it is additionally the dad of wrongdoing. Back then, the most straightforward wrongdoing to execute was addressing late night voyagers or families and calming them of their assets. The specialty of picking pockets was at this point to be learned and culminated. Employing a sparkly sharp edge of a blade, sword, or chopper was sufficient to send shudders down the spine of harmony cherishing residents of Mumbai. The lawbreakers were encouraged when a couple of violations went undetected; it was viewed as the achievement of their usual methodology. Furthermore, soon, different players entered the brawl. As indicated by records kept up at the Byculla Police Station in south Bombay, Nanhe Khan, who hailed from Allahabad, was the principal history-sheeter, who undermined individuals with a long blade and denied them of resources. Before long, at some point in the fifties, different locals of Allahabad held hands with Nanhe Khan and the gathering came to be initiated the 'Allahabadi posse'. Nanhe Khan discovered lieutenants in Wahab Pehelwan and Chinka Dada. In addition, Chinka Dada was mechanically canny and had something his manager never at any point longed for; two-nation made pistols at the either side, took care of his belt. Byculla was viewed as the focal point of crimes at that point. Indeed, even back then, Byculla inhabitants were either Christians or Muslims. The Byculla Police Station separated the fortress of two networks: the left-hand side, that is the east side, which involved the Byculla zoo and railroad station, was the Christian territory, while the correct side, which incorporates the current day Sankli Street extending till Byculla station west on one side and Nagpada on the other, was dominatingly Muslim. You can't have a group without an enemy pack. While Byculla wear Nanhe Khan and Wahab Pehelwan were caught up with getting their names for all time inserted in the pages of police programs, three Christian siblings from the Christian part of Byculla were giving them restless evenings. The siblings driving the Johnny group were known as Bada Johnny, Chhota Johnny, and Chikna Johnny; the most youthful was reasonable and attractive, subsequently the appellation 'Chikna' Johnny. The Allahabadi pack and the Johnny group regularly occupied with clashes and a smaller than expected turf war before long broke out between them. In any case, when the posse moved on from road level wrongdoing to sedate dealing with the Pathans, they abandoned a void in the Byculla territory which before long transformed into more turf wars between two growing packs in the zone: the Kanpuri group and the Rampuri posse. These two groups, notwithstanding, would never become wildly successful in light of the fact that they came up short on the necessary chutzpah; the police and the Criminal Investigation Department (CID) before long killed them with fast captures and an escalated crackdown. The Rampuri group—before beating a hurried retreat from the Mumbai wrongdoing scene—abandoned a relic: a long foldable blade with sharp edges on one side. The blade could be collapsed and covered up in the pant pockets and it was intended to be pushed in the rib enclosure to brutally destroy the innards of the stomach starting with one end then onto the next. This deadly blade got known as 'Rampuri Chaaku'. Also, until now, the Rampuri Chaaku is the primary weapon of the amateur criminal in Mumbai. 

Bombay’s Midas – The Dawood Ibrahim Story

Mastan Haider Mirza was conceived on 1 March 1926 into a rancher's family in Panankulum, a little town 20 kilometers from Cuddalore, Tamil Nadu. Mastan's dad, Haider Mirza, was a dedicated however devastated rancher who moved to Bombay with his child after hopelessly neglecting to make a decent living in his old neighborhood. Showing up in 1934, they took a stab at different unspecialized temp jobs, at last figuring out how to set up a little specialist shop where they fixed cycles and bikes in Bengalipura, close to Crawford Market. The dad child couple worked hard from eight in the first part of the day till late in the night. In any case, 8-year-old Mastan before long understood that considerably after this drudge, he could just make a pitiful 5 rupees every day. As he strolled home to his basti from Crawford Market, he would regularly stroll past the vainglorious southern Bombay territory of Grant Road, which housed those radiant theaters, Alfred and Novelty. Each time he saw an immense, shining vehicle whizz past him or strolled by the rich Malabar Hill cottages, he would look down at his messy dirtied hands and miracle if a day would come when he would have the option to claim these autos and lodges. This, more than everything else, blended a specific hot want in him to consider available resources to increase, more extravagant and all the more remarkable. Be that as it may, uneducated and incompetent, with the extra weight of supporting his family, Mastan could see just a somber street in front of him. At the point when the kid turned 18, he intensely chose to stop the cycle fixing business for good to take a stab at something different. Mastan's dad Haider was an extremely strict man and had consistently instructed him to be completely forthright and productive. While permitting him to join the laborers at the Bombay docks, he reminded Mastan that he had brought him up right and that he would not be around always to administer him constantly; thus Mastan must abstain from taking, battling, and utilizing untrustworthy intends to better himself. In 1944, Mastan joined the Bombay dock as a coolie. His activity was to empty colossal boxes and holders of boats originating from Eden, Dubai, Hong Kong, and different urban communities. Bombay was not such a huge dock at, that time but rather it was all the while clamoring with action. As India won its opportunity in 1947, Mastan finished three years as a coolie, at the Mazagon docks in Bombay. Mastan, in those three years, saw that the British used to charge import obligation and that there was a decent edge to be made if this import obligation could be dodged. Back then, Philips transistors and imported watches were tremendously famous in Bombay. Mastan understood that if the products were never gone through custom, there would be no doubt of obligation, thus, he could rather make a speedy buck by giving this avoidance to the proprietors. What's more, on the off chance that he helped the proprietors dodge customs obligation, they would give him a cut, which, considered the various merchandise going through the traditions, transformed into a serious generous measure of cash for Mastan. To him, this was truly not an issue of trustworthiness. He accepted traditions obligation was a British heritage and could be legitimately avoided. In 1956, Mastan came in contact with Sukur Narayan Bakhiya, an occupant of Daman and furthermore the greatest dealer in Gujarat. Bakhiya and Mastan likewise became accomplices and they separated certain regions among themselves. Mastan used to deal with the Bombay port and Bakhiya used to deal with the Daman port. The carried things would come to Daman port from UAE and to Bombay from Eden. Bakhiya's transfer was dealt with by Mastan. Mastan perceived from the get-go in life that cash alone was insufficient to stay incredible in the city. He likewise required muscle power on the off chance that he needed to build up his amazingness across Bombay. Furthermore, it is looking for this muscle power that Mastan is later discovered producing companionships with two of the most eminent musclemen in the city—the unlettered yet persuasive Pathan. 

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Karim Lala and the wear of focal Bombay, Varadarajan Mudaliar false name Vardha Bhai. Babu Reshim (above), Rama Naik (left), and Arun Gawli (right) of the BRA Gang. Photograph kindness: Retired Assistant Commissioner of Mumbai Police (ACP), Ishaq Bagwan. Dawood Ibrahim's senior sibling Sabir subsequent to being slaughtered on 12 February 1981. Photograph graciousness: Retired Assistant Commissioner of Mumbai Police (ACP), Ishaq Bagwan. Dawood Ibrahim's more youthful sibling Anees Ibrahim. Photograph politeness: Press Trust of India. Manya Surve in the wake of being shot dead in experience on 23 January 1982. Photograph graciousness: Retired Assistant Commissioner of Mumbai Police (ACP), Ishaq Bagwan.

Madrasi Mobster – the Dawood Ibrahim Life Story

On a searing evening, an enterprising little fellow from Tamil Nadu was taking a stab at the popular Victoria Terminus as the sun shone down determinedly. Around a similar time that Mastan was battling for his work at the Bombay Port Trust in the dockyards of Bombay, Varadarajan Mudaliar, another coolie, was attempting to get by at the milestone railroad end.Them two were careless in regards to the way that their predeterminations would be firmly interlaced with the other and that their lives would be dug in a comparably overwhelming blend of wrongdoing, cash, and force. One story specifically goes before the 'Madrasi mobster' ('Madrasi' is a casual north Indian expression for a south Indian), pseudonym Kala babu. He is said to have changed an establishment, and set in its proper place, another: this was the main time throughout the entire existence of Bombay's wrongdoing that the omnipresent cutting chai cleared a path for a cool, dim refreshment called kaala paani, across police headquarters in the city. The bubbly fluid was fill in for chai due to this solitary coolie. As indicated by stories from the time, at many police headquarters over the focal belt of Bombay, the chaiwallah (tea-seller) who brought his day by day standard of tea a few times each day in chipped glasses would stroll in with glasses loaded up with the bubbly cola. The chaiwallah would leave this beverage just on the tables of the senior authorities in the police headquarters and leave without charging any cash for the beverage. In what appeared to be an unwritten law, junior authorities would promptly clear the room, individuals who had come to enlist protests would be advised to purge the premises, and the senior authorities would require all other work to be postponed. The dark fluid was a message sent to the authorities that Kala babu, was headed to the police headquarters. A police officer, who didn't wish to be named, says, 'Those days, it was his method for saying: I am coming to meet you. Make vital game plans. He had the entire power serving him.' To date, there is nobody who ran the mafia the way Kala babu did; and his greatest secret weapon was that he knew individuals' shortcomings, particularly that of the framework. He was constantly heard saying, 'Keep individuals' guts full and balls unfilled'. In the event that the account has any reality in it, it is positively additional proof of remarkable clothes to newfound wealth story. For this Kala babu who began his life in the city at the Victoria Terminus station as a cooliewent on to get one of the most impressive Hindu wears to administer over the city. Varadarajan Muniswami Mudaliar was naturally introduced to a medieval Mudaliar family with rare methods in the unassuming community of Vellore, in Tamil Nadu. It was 1926 and he had started working when he was only 7 years of age as a task kid at a photography studio at Mount Road in Madras (present-day Chennai). He never finished his examinations, however, was the main kid who could peruse and write in English and Tamil in his family. 

Pathan Power – The Dawood Ibrahim Life Story

Pathan Power No one, not in any case his family, knew precisely when Karim Lala showed up in Bombay. What is known is that it was around in the thirties. Mumbai was known and still, at the end of the day for its cosmopolitan personality and comprehensive character. Nepalese, Burmese, Ceylonese, and Kabuliwallahs (Pathans) visited the city and made it their home since they saw more open doors for business and individual progression in Bombay than they at any point found in urban communities like Kabul, Kathmandu, or Colombo. Abdul Karim Khan assumed name Karim Lala, a transcending Pathan—very nearly 7 feet tall—came to Bombay from Peshawar with dreams in his eyes. Dissimilar to his guide Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan, whom he followed into the nation, he was not attracted to India's opportunity battle. In spite of being a bonafide individual from the Pakhtoon Jirga-e Hind, he didn't take part in the development. Rather, he was attracted to the city of Bombay—a city of horde shades, which was altogether different from his homeland, with its mountains and wild. He began to look all starry eyed at the city and chose to consider it his own. Karim Khan, similar to a few others, had come to Bombay looking for fortune. He needed to accomplish here what he was unable to accomplish in Peshawar. He leased a spot in south Bombay, in Baida Gully close to Grant Road station. Uneducated and incompetent, Karim Khan chose to act naturally utilized, as he was unable to think about some other method to win an average living. He began by setting up a betting nook metaphorically known as a 'social club'— on the road he lived in. The club was frequented by a wide range of individuals—poor people and those with profound pockets; the individuals who could bear to lose cash and the individuals who attempted to endure; day by day wage workers and white-collar class men. Substantial washouts obtained cash from Khan or his men to purchase staple goods or different necessities. At the point when Khan saw this was turning into a pattern, he chose to stop it by requesting that the borrowers pay him enthusiasm on the tenth of consistently for the acquired entirety. This disheartened a few however others stayed unafraid. Khan saw that his money box expand on the tenth of consistently, in spite of the premium, and energized by this, he chose to turn into a moneylender or Lala. Accordingly, Karim Khan came to be known as Karim 'Lala'. Karim Lala was not by any means the only Pathan who loaned cash and lived off the premium. His sibling, Abdul Rahim Khan moniker Rahim Lala, additionally ran a social club close to Jail Road in Dongri. There were different Pathans who didn't claim betting caves however were sufficiently wealthy to loan cash. Life fired searching up for the sizeable Pathan people group in the city. Over some stretch of time, Karim Lala's betting lair turned into a hotspot for wrongdoing. Viciousness, fights, and robbing got normal. This carried him into contact with the nearby police and accordingly with Crime Branch authorities. Be that as it may, Karim Lala figured out how to reward out of lawful entrapments. Gradually and step by step he started to develop in stature and clout. Some started to allude to him in more fabulous terms as Karim Dada. Following their inborn custom the Pathans, who had started to gather around Karim Lala, admired him as their pioneer. Consequently, he would rescue them of precarious circumstances, every once in a while including himself in their interests. Before long Karim Lala turned into an easily recognized name in south Bombay and accidentally turned out to be a piece of what is alluded to as issue patina or kholi Khali Karana. Matter patina implied settling a continuous question by turning into an authority between the two gatherings, while kholi Khali Karana implied expelling the inhabitant of a house forcibly. This casual intervention, honestly, was a lot of smoother than the legal disputes and resultant decisions were treated with more regard than those that had the seal of the court. Karim Lala built up an imposing notoriety for himself as a middle person. It began with his engaging in the worries of companions and their own companions, however bit by bit the Pathan turned into the choicest judge in any sort of question in south Bombay. Before long, he understood he was making acceptable cash on account of this week after week mediation, which occurred on the porch of his structure on Sundays. The Original Don: Baashu The three men hiding close to the state-run JJ Hospital in Teli Mohalla looked so threatening that passers-by instinctually went across the street to stay away from them. Khalid Pehelwan, Raheem Pehelwan, and Lal Khan were greatly worked by Indian models. They had earned the title 'Pehelwan', or grappler, by worked at their supervisor's rec center. Their exertion appeared in the biceps that swell under their rigid skin. While the trio utilized their muscles and others dashed past, a sparkling dark Mercedes Benz floated into seeing; the caring that was later promoted as the standard ride of endless reel wears. The dirty neighborhood of Teli Mohalla appeared to be changed by the occasion. In the mid-seventies, individuals saw not many Mercs journey the lanes of Bombay. They were past the methods for everything except a bunch of individuals, and Ahmed Khan assumed name Don or Baashu Dada had a place with that select club. He was the vain proprietor of not one, yet two of these costly materialistic trifles. At the point when the vehicle pulled in near his office, Baashu Dada's followers remained to consideration. As per his nearest assistants, Baashu Dada was unlettered and unequipped for marking his own name. In spite of this, he employed total control over his fiefdom of Dongri in the seventies. The wear ventured out, clad in a couple of pants and a T-shirt, his all around fabricated casing coordinating those of his acolytes. Baashu Dada never wore full-sleeved shirts. He got a kick out of the chance to flaunt his muscle head's biceps and strong lower arms. He needed to show that he was as solid as he was wise. Today, as Baashu Dada approached his colleagues, he declared war without a moment's delay. 'What sort of screwing pehelwans are you?' he roared. 'Would you be able to do a hundred push-ups without a break?' Khalid and Raheem's capacity had never been addressed with such disdain and that too by Baashu Dada. They had minimal decision however to substantiate themselves. 'Obviously, I can do a 100 plunges,' Rahim answered, attempting to rescue his injured pride. 'Go on, do it!' Baashu egged him on, 'Khalid, you go along with him as well!' Teli Mohalla was swirling. A little group accumulated to watch the two grapplers in their efforts. Both took up their positions, palms outstretched, hips raised, and legs broadened, just their toes contacting the ground. The commencement started: one… two… three… four… five… . Baashu Dada joined the clash of the biceps, slipping into position without any problem. The group's fervor went up a score.

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