How Ramgarh was won… [MISC#2]

A deviation of the storyline from the 1975 smash hit movie “Sholay”. A movie that all Indians know – each Dialogue and punchline from the movie is part of common lore.
Note: Most characters and situations would seem odd, unless you’re an Indian and have seen the movie a gazillion times.


“Jab tak terey paer chalenge, uski saans chalegi”. (He lives as long as you dance.) The thought ran again and again in her mind.

Basanti had been dancing with a fervour never seen in these lawless lands. Perhaps four hours had passed, but her tireless legs continued to pound the hard granite rock with a beat that had the motley group of bandits bewitched.

The vile dacoit Gabbar had captured the valiant Veeru through a vile trick, and had tied him up between two old granite pillars in the broken old temple. And then he had threatened her that he would kill Veeru if she stopped dancing. Basanti, a devotee of Maa Sherawali, began her dance. The dance was about a lover’s anguish transformed into retribution for those who had separated the lover from her paramour.

Gabbar, Samba, had all thrown down their weapons and were watching her dance with rapt attention. Veeru’s hands were tied and stretched between the two pillars. His body sagged with exhaustion, but the tentpole in his trousers indicated his arousal.

Jai, Veeru’s stolid but inseparable pal, had heroically tried to rescue them both, but in a scuffle with Gabbar’s goons, had fallen into the raging river and had been swept away.

Veeru was tied up, at the mercy of Gabbar and his cohorts. The dance of Basanti was keeping him alive. The bandits showered her with lewd words; many had tried to tear off her simple attire. Nothing held her back from the dance. It was as if Maa Sherawaali herself was acting through her. Some had thrown broken bottles where she danced. But the glass had been ground to powder under those incredible iron legs.

The valley reverberated with the sounds of her feet striking granite. Windows rattled in distant villages.

The bandits lost their vigilance and huddled around her, salivating. Gabbar himself had opened his trousers and was wanking away furiously!

Basanti’s dance had reached a crescendo…ta…takita…takita…takita… She danced over to the one nearest to her, and kicked him in the chest. The bandit flew back to hit a big boulder and lay dead. The next one fell like a rotten tree, when she kneed him in the guts. One by one, she felled them all.

Until there was Gabbar, gaping at her with his pants down. “Bahut ichcha hai meri naach dekhney?” (You are so keen to see my dance?) “Buh Buh Basanti…uh…ub…buh…” His hands went back to his erect shaft.

Basanti screamed… “Ab main tujhey aisa sabak sikhaungi, ki tu bheek bhi nahi maang payega…Tujhey ek keedey ki tarah apney pairon taley raung daalungi… Gabbar…yeh haath mujhey dede…de…mujhey ye haath de dey”. (Now it’s time for a lesson – I will leave you helpless, incapable even of begging.. I’ll crush you like an insect beneath my feet, Gabbar….. Give me your hands!)

She kicked him on the chest and threw him down. She proceeded to crush his arm bones systematically, her thick, strong legs pounding, crushing, grinding his bones, until what lay attached to his shoulders were only useless pieces of flesh. As she broke him, and crushed his will, Gabbar begged and pleaded with her. Finally, Basanti said, “Tujhey main chhod rahi hun Thakur ke liye…” (I leave you for the Thakur…)

Basanti cut the ropes that bound Veeru. He was filthy and exhausted. She carried him in her arms to the stream and washed him. Still flush in her victory dance, she took Veeru on the very banks and made love to him again and again.

Veeru held onto Basanti as she rode her mare Dhanno in a gentle canter back to Ramgarh.

Thus Veeru and Basanti lived happily ever after, with an ever increasing family. The kids were told many tales of their heroic battles against Gabbar, by who else than their Uncle Jai! For his tale didn’t end at the river.

Jai had caught hold of a branch and had kept afloat until the waters reached the broader span at Rampur. Radha, the widow in serene white saw him and leapt into the waters to rescue him. She had been a strong swimmer since childhood, and had no difficulty in carrying Jai out of the waters. She’d nursed him to back good health.

Jai started to spend time with her, especially in Thakur’s sprawling mango orchards. In one such sojourn, she’d made Jai experience the meaning of bliss, as he lost his virginity to her.

Jai and Veeru married Radha and Basanti respectively, with the blessings of Thakur and many villagers. There was great pomp and enjoyment during the wedding, prompting Rahim Chaacha to express “Itna shor-sharaba kyun hai bhai ?!”

 

 

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2 thoughts on “How Ramgarh was won… [MISC#2]”

  1. Ahh, how I wish I could spend days and nights reading such fascinating stories ! Stories of vivacious strong women and will power.
    Something entirely new this time. Perhaps, this should be taken as an adaptation or a sequel for Sholay 2. I can’t just keep myself from thinking how do you bring up narratives so cool and gripping ?!
    Great work man ! ✌

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