IDHAR UDHAR KI BAAT 132- PROMULGATION PARADE Brig PS Gothra (Retd)
“Get me out of here.” That was the first thing my cousin said with tears in his eyes, when I visited him inside Tihar Jail. It was his seventh day there. I had avoided going for all those days. Not out of indifference… but discomfort. A strange mix of hesitation, shame, and helplessness. But family pressure finally got the better of me. My cousin had lived in the United States illegally for over ten years. Then one day, something changed within him. Perhaps guilt or fatigue or a longing for home. He walked into the Indian Embassy and requested to be deported back. The family was relieved. We went to the airport to receive him. But he was arrested at the airport. Only later did the truth emerge. The agent who had sent him abroad had used stolen visa stickers from the U.S. Embassy in Delhi. When the agent was caught, he revealed the names of everyone who benefited. Like many others my cousin had handed ...