As I woke up today I felt something different Not sure what but the day felt different, I sent a txt to a friend of mine here in uk to remind him about the 11am meet at the local club where a lot of fellow Indians who love their country were going to meet, as it is the Martyrdom day of three martyrs Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru, We have this get together once every month, usually it is on a weekend but today was a special day. After all the three great men had given the ultimate sacrifice without a second thought, just for the love of the nation. How many can we count who have done that or COULD do it.
It brought a thought that imagine if it was 1931 what atmosphere it would have been that day, the frenzy of the people when they got to know that the three hero’s had been hanged and that they took to the gallows smiling. Been wondering sometimes, what it would be, to actually be alive during the times of Sardar Bhagat Singh. It’s one thing to watch the movies describing him, his ideas what he did, how it all happened, but to be actually there is different.
Thousands of people who stood outside the jail, waiting to hear a word about their heroes, Imagine the FEAR the rulers had , How afraid they were of the Three young men, IMAGINE if it was 30 Young men or 300 Young men, If that can be made true today, imagine what 300 Young men can do for the love of their Country.
I sometimes think if I was at that age, am I cut up for such sacrifices, would I be able to do what the heroes at that time did. Would I have had the courage to defy the Government at that time? Or would I be a coward running scared? or worst be an obedient citizen going about my daily chores of life without batting an eyelid, cause that’s what most were doing otherwise how could a handful of British rule so many.
It makes me angry when I see a tom dick and harry, a two-bit politician taking all the glory BUT my blood boils in anger when I think of the people in our nation , WE are a BILLION PLUS and yet we let the idiots rule us, brought a memory when BJP won the elections a few months back so much was being said about this will happen that will happen.. but WHAT HAS HAPPENED. We are still there , Look what happened a week back in Kolkata, to an OLD NUN 72 years old. That sums up everything on what we have become and WHAT great citizens we are of the great nation.
I am sure many of you will be saying OH this is isolated incident IS IT, every other week a gruesome atrocity is being done.. NOW just try to compare that with the days or the time in 1930-31, Imagine the JOSH, The vigour in the hearts of the YOUNG of that era, The love for the nation the love was so much they were ready to give their Life, Not RAPE the nation.
Yet people say we are advancing I am sorry it does not feel like that..
The youth of 1931 said Let us see how steadfast I am. One of my friends asked me to pray. When informed of my atheism, he said, “When your last days come, you will begin to believe.” I said, “No, dear sir, Never shall it happen. I consider it to be an act of degradation and demoralization. For such petty selfish motives, I shall never pray.” Reader and friends, is it vanity? If it is, I stand for it… (Bhagat Singh said that)
It was today so many years back that the youth of the nation showed the rulers that they were no longer afraid to walk the talk , to walk up to that platform where they would KISS death and smilingly happily die for the nation, Hoping to be reborn YET AGAIN so they could try once again to free our great nation from the chains it was bound by, yes THEY believed in that , pity today they will probably die of SHAME if re-born, to see the state of our nation. Where WE the people have brought it to.
Here we are in the year 2015 yet again on the same fateful day, how many of us remember the Brave three , who gave their life in a hope for a better future for us , the US who don’t deserve this freedom, the US who have never ever done anything for our nation and probably will never do, the US who are hand in glove with the corrupt , the bad the traitors .. YES i call myself and others a traitor for we are seeing all this happen in our nation yet we go about as if nothing has happened, we don’t bat an eyelid over what is going on …
Jo bhara nahin hai bhavon se
behti jisme rasdhaar nahin
woh hridya nahin Pathar hai
jisme swadesh ka pyar nahin
(That heart that does not have emotions, that does not have BLOOD running, That is not a heart it is Stone, that does not have the love of Country in it)
jisme na nijh gaurav
na nijh desh ka abhiman hai
woh nar nahin hai
Passu hai nira Mritak ke samaan hai
(The one who has no self-respect, or is proud of his country, that is not a MAN but a Dead person an ANIMAL they are)
When will the time come when we will all stand up together and do something , or have we gotten so shameless that we are not dreading the day when we will also reach where these martyrs are now looking down upon us, what will we say to them when they ask us “IS this why they gave their lives”.. HOW – WHAT will we say to them ..
When will the time come when indians will start to think that Time has come to re-sow the guns in our fields.. as the little Bhagat singh did ..
The only thing that has changed since independence is the color of the skin of the looters , it was white then Now its brown.
Here is something that I would love everyone to hear , Put the volume at normal and close your eyes Just listen.. a little tribute to the martyrs .. Hope we do something for them for our country which will make them proud of their fellow citizens , I know you all are very busy, but do spend some time listening , maybe it will wake us all up to do something someday.. just maybe
Scottish Celtic English
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Lay me down in the cold cold ground
whaur afore monie mair huv gaun where before many more have gone
when they come a wull staun ma groon When they come I will stand my ground..
staun ma groon stand my ground
al nae be afraid I will not be afraid
thought awe hame take awa ma fear Thoughts of home take away my fear
sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears sweat and blood – hide my veil of tears
ains a year say a prayer faur me Once a year say a prayer for me
close yir een an remember me CLOSE YOUR EYES AND REMEMBER ME
nair main shall a see the sun Never more shall I see the SUN
for a fell tae a germans gun for I fell to a German’s gun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Lay me down in the cold cold ground
whaur afore monie mair huv gaun where before many more have gone
Me and My Random Thoughts 