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Just came across this photo with the following caption:

On 11 Sep 1990 CBI team raided Sajjan Kumar's house to arrest him. As the team went in, a "mob" blocked exit points, CBI team was only allowed to leave once High Court in an emergency hearing granted anticipatory bail to Sajjan Kumar. The team barely escaped death, their vehicles were attacked and all papers were torn. Sajjan Kumar's supporters celebrated their victory by dancing on the smashed CBI car in the picture. In Mr. HS Phoolka's words, the incident showed "the immense influence, political clout, and criminal mindset".



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The original rendition of the article is not known; this version is adapted from a journal titled Puran Singh Studies, Vol. 1-2, Jan-Apr 1981, Panjabi University, Patiala.]   Guru Gobind Singh Ji They of India have not understood Him. Gandhi calls him a "misguided patriot." Men of this world, who wish to comprehend Truth by their own intellectual measures, are forever incapable of understanding the true nature of Inspiration, which is the life-breath of the really great. Whenever they approach such inscrutable personalities, they make but grotesque estimates. After centuries of intellectual advancement, they stand still exactly on the same spot, utterly incapable. In one age to them, Joan of Arc is but a witch and the end of the intellectual justice is to case her in fire. Today the ghost of non-violence is let loose and Guru Gobind Singh is a "misguided patriot." Christ says, "Judge not." 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