The Incredible Story of Ravindra Kaushik India’s 'Black Tiger'
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Ravindra Kaushik, born on April 11, 1952, in Sri Ganganagar, Rajasthan, was a gifted actor and debater. His performances, especially a mono-act portraying an Indian Army officer resisting enemy interrogation, caught the attention of India's intelligence agency, RAW.
At 23, Kaushik was recruited by RAW. He underwent rigorous training in Delhi, mastering Urdu, Islamic customs, and Pakistani social norms. He adopted the identity 'Nabi Ahmed Shakir,' and underwent circumcision to solidify his cover.
In 1975, Kaushik infiltrated Pakistan. He earned an LLB from Karachi University and joined the Pakistan Army's Military Accounts Department, eventually rising to the rank of Major. He married a local woman named Amanat and had a daughter.
Between 1979 and 1983, Kaushik provided India with invaluable intelligence, reportedly saving thousands of lives. His exceptional service earned him the codename 'Black Tiger' from then-Prime Minister Indira Gandhi.
In 1983, Kaushik's cover was blown when another RAW operative, Inyat Masiha, was captured and revealed Kaushik's identity under interrogation. Kaushik was arrested, sentenced to death in 1985, but the sentence was later commuted to life imprisonment.
Kaushik endured 16 years in Pakistani prisons, including Sialkot and Mianwali jails. He died on November 21, 2001, in Multan Central Jail. He was buried behind the prison.
Despite his sacrifices, Kaushik's contributions remained largely unrecognized. His family has sought acknowledgment and support, highlighting the challenges faced by the unsung heroes of intelligence services.
Ravindra Kaushik's legacy as 'The Black Tiger' serves as a testament to the bravery and dedication of spies who operate in the shadows, often without recognition, to safeguard national security.
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