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A walk to the gallows #writephoto

I have been eyeing the Photo Prompt Portal posted by Sue Vincent for the entire week now. It’s such an intriguing click. So many plots ran through my mind and I tried writing on a few of them. But somehow I couldn’t. The images of Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, Ashfaqulla Khan, Ram Prasad Bismil and all the fearless Freedom Fighters who proudly walked up to the gallows through such narrow passages is stuck in my mind!

To have such courage and valour in face of certain death, to love your motherland over and above everything, to happily give away your lives at tender ages…Their souls had to be made of something different.
Our history textbooks are full of their sacrifices, their patriotic spirit, and their infinite love for fellow humans. Yet today our lives are unfortunately filled with hatred and contempt for each other. The castes and religions dividing us even more than they ever did!
Bhagat Singh and Ashaqulla Khan were 23 and 27 years of age, respectively, when they walked to their deaths! They don’t them like that in India anymore…The Indian Millennials are increasingly losing touch with their Indian roots.
There was a time when every Indian fought for his motherland and happily sacrificed his life for her. And today there are people who don’t even want to stand up for the National Anthem!! What have we come to as a country?
Will these martyrs find peace in their afterlife if they see what has become of us? Did they sacrifice their lives for a lost cause?
Or do we need a foreign power to rule and dominate us for us to realise the importance of freedom, sacrifice, brotherhood and unity! History teaches us lessons and it’s on us to learn from them. If we don’t, history will not stop from repeating itself.
Whether it repeats itself or not…I think it’s time for a wake-up call. We need to review our actions and speech and hope it’s not too late.
Sharing with you an Urdu poem by Bismil Azimabadi. This poem was later immortalised by Ram Prasad Bismil as a freedom war cry against the British.
“Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai
Aye vatan karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet
Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai
Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere upar nisaar
Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Waqt aanay par bata denge tujhe aye aasman
Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai
Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed
Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar
Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar
Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se
Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se
Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Hum to ghar se hi the nikle baandhkar sar pe kafan
Jaan hatheli par liye lo badh chale hain ye qadam
Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar
Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai
Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab
Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj
Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai
Wo jism bhi kya jism hai jis mein na ho khoon-e-junoon
Kya lade toofaanon se jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qatil mein hai.”
A poem which gives me goosebumps everytime I read it…Filled with inspiration and sheer valour, it’s very overwhelming!
 
PS: Sue…It will be ok if you don’t share this post as it doesn’t actually fit into the category of your photo prompt. But I just had to write this. Thanks for an amazing prompt dear 🙂
© 2017 Ashwini Nawathe, Kaleidoscope of My Life
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Hi, I'm a nature lover, a trekker and an ardent reader from Mumbai, India. After playing Lawyer for a time, I shifted to my passion and love – History! A 9 to 6 job as a Senior Executive: Research, Content Writer and Editor helps me earn by bread and butter which is ultimately spent on travel and food :)

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