Every person worth his weight in gold oops votes is at the khatkar kalan rally today where more will be said about the party powers rather than the revolutionary who died for the freedom of our country. No, no I am not going to write what the country should have been or what it would have achieved if Bhagat Singh had lived on, we are way too familiar over all this and I ‘m sure you don’t want another long winding gas bag theory which you’d leave half way anyway. I read an article yester day, today and have been hearing news snippets about him and all the imagined conversations over a cup of coffee.
Here is my imagined coffee with him, the venue being heaven (well I presume that’s where they send martyrs like him and semi-sinners like me). Bhagat Singh is associated with uncommon valor, influential revolutionary, and Marxist and anarchist ideologies and was an atheist. Bhagat singh raised courage, bravery to a platform unheard of –he went on a 64 day fast demanding equality between Indian British political prisoners, equality which is still unheard of. His legacy prompted the youth to fight against British oppression and he also contributed to the rise of socialism in India.
Bhagat Singh says over the best cup of coffee he’s had in the recent times,” Immense movies have been made highlighting my legacy which I saw from the Pearly Gate Amphitheatre with Ramunanjan’s newest acoustic speakers and I am impressed by the jazba, the spirit with which they have portrayed me. But the sheer romanticism in which I’m shown saddens me. There is an air of romanticism where I am portrayed, truth be told it was a collective effort with support from a band of people who I can never thank enough. The yellow colored cloak, Rang de Basanti was chosen by me as it depicts one of the two colors of the sikh rehat Maryada ( code of conduct ) , the song written by ram Prasad Bismil and Sarforshi ki Tamana a desire to do something for the nation. This was shaped in my mind as early as 12 years. These feelings which I had harbored were not so that I would have a following or become popular or become a sticker craze which is what I have been reduced to, And the yearly marches of men wearing yellow turbans to commemorate me. Sadly, every person in the nukkad is sprouting my ideology but forgets my theory of socialism. Why did they start using me as a political weapon to garner votes? I fought for the nation, laid down my life for principles but now am being used to mud sling and even as we talk used for competitive politics rather for the common good.
Forget the common man that is where I rose from, the common man is herded in numbers to fill in the huge areas demarcated for rallies with the lure of music, free food to forget his miseries for one day. To return in the evening with some liquor given for his support forgetting that his family sits at home hungry, desolate but now caste –ridden politics and divisive forces rule the day.
I wondered at the pain in his eyes and saw a glimpse of the poet, the thinker who got forever imprisoned by his ideology masking the young revolutionary who was shaped by heavy weights but had wanted independence for India along with economic freedom. India would only be free if the cudgels of poverty are lifted. The mystique remains, to demystify the myth it seems Bhagat singh would have to take birth again and I wonder who would fill his lofty shoes.
Well, that would be written by one of the mortals , this was a report from the one and only Angel Times.
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