Friday, September 28, 2007 1:04:03 PM
(1907-1931)
Today is Bhagat Singh's Birth centenary, Bhagat Singh was born on 28 September 1907.
He was Indian revolutionary and a major figure in the Indian independence movement of the early Twentieth Century. Singh was active in revolutionary struggle from an early age.Singh embraced atheism and Marxism-Leninism and integrated these key components into his philosophy of revolutionary struggle. As Singh and his organization (Hindustan Socialist Republican Association)rose to new prominence in the Indian independence movement.
On April 8, 1924, Baghat Singh and his compatriot B. K. Dutt hurled two bombs on to the floor of the Central Delhi Hall in New Delhi. The bombs were tossed away from individuals so as not to harm anyone and, in fact, no one was harmed in the ensuing explosions. Following the explosions, Singh and Dutt showered the hall with copies of a leaflet that later was to be known as “The Red Pamphlet.” The pamphlet began with a passage which was to become legendary in the Indian revolutionary struggle:
“It takes a loud voice to make the deaf hear, with these immortal words uttered on a similar occasion by Vaillant, a French anarchist martyr, do we strongly justify this action of ours.” Singh and Dutt concluded the pamphlet with the phrase “Long Live the Revolution!” This phrase (translated from “Inquilab Zindabad!” became one of the most enduring slogans of the Indian Independence Movement.
Singh and Dutt turned themselves in following the bombing incident. Following the trial, they were sentenced to “transportation for life” and while imprisoned, Singh and Dutt became outspoken critics of the Indian penal system, embarking on hunger strikes and engaging in agitation and propaganda from within the confines of the prison. Shortly after the commencement of his prison sentence, Singh was implicated in the 1928 death of a Deputy Police Superintendent. Singh acknowledged involvement in the death and he was executed by hanging on 23 March 1931.
Bhagat Singh is widely hailed as a martyr as a result of his execution at the hands of oppressors and, as such, he is often referred to as “Shaheed (Martyr) Bhagat Singh.”
Let us declare that the state of war does exist and shall exist so long as the Indian toiling masses and the natural resources are being exploited by a handful of parasites. They may be purely British Capitalist or mixed British and Indian or even purely Indian. They may be carrying on their insidious exploitation through mixed or even on purely Indian bureaucratic apparatus. All these things make no difference. No matter, if your Government tries and succeeds in winning over the leaders of the upper strata of the Indian Society through petty concessions and compromises and thereby cause a temporary demoralization in the main body of the forces.Bhagat Singh's Last Petition
Saturday, September 22, 2007 1:07:09 PM
story, my experience, labour, Life
...
I was having a dinner at hotel last night, everybody was busy giving orders, talking, laughing; hotelier was noting down the orders of costumers, shouting at service boys to work faster. They were sweating, running here and there in hurry.
Cooks were busy making chapatti in Tandoor, cylindrical clay oven used in Punjab region, northern India and Pakistan in which food is cooked over a hot charcoal fire, both of them were dark colored guys, from Bihar. Trying to smile even near hot Tandoor. I was sitting near by them.
"My mother is ill, father had accident, and they don't have enough money for treatment." I heard one of them saying. He was sad now, though doing his job continuously.
"Our employer just gives us 1800 to 2000 thousand rupees, for this job and we have to work 5 am till 12 pm", so we can't do anything to fulfill our parent's need. employer is going to open his third hotel, but whenever we ask him to increase salary he cries for loss," He kept saying.
Another one was listening, costumers were having nice dinner, some of them had finished and left plenty of food in their plates...
(please bear with spelling and grammeratical mistakes, i'm not a writer, just trying to express my self.)
Friday, September 21, 2007 6:26:45 PM
Poem by Nazim Hikmet, Life, Favorite Poem
If instead of being hanged by the neck
you're thrown inside...
...Look at your face from shave to shave,
forget your age,
watch out for lice
and for spring nights,
and always remember
to eat every last piece of bread--
also, don't forget to laugh heartily.
And who knows,
the woman you love may stop loving you.
Don't say it's no big thing:
it's like the snapping of a green branch
to the man inside.
To think of roses and gardens inside is bad,
to think of seas and mountains is good.
Read and write without rest,
and I also advise weaving
and making mirrors.
I mean, it's not that you can't pass
ten or fifteen years inside
and more --
you can,
as long as the jewel
on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster![/I]
Nazim Hikmet
Friday, September 21, 2007 6:02:47 PM
Brecht
So there you sit. And how much blood was shed
That you might sit there. Do such stories bore you?
Well, don't forget that others sat before you
who later sat on people. Keep your head!
Your science will be valueless, you'll find
And learning will be sterile, if inviting
Unless you pledge your intellect to fighting
Against all enemies of all mankind.
Never forget that men like you got hurt
That you might sit here, not the other lot.
And now don't shut your eyes, and don't desert
But learn to learn, and try to learn for what.
Bertolt Brecht
Tuesday, September 18, 2007 2:38:04 PM
I met that special person
when everything
seemed to be against me
That special person
kicked of the darkness
of my lonely world
through his jolliness,
and kind words
he brought ray of light
with him,
and spread it over
everything coming nearby.
now he's not here
but there is the reflection of him
in everything around me,
everything reflects his liveliness,
his smile and his
love for life.
*SARJAK