23 March 1931

SehaJ

Troublemaker
Today Is 23 March and This Is The Day When These Fighter Hanged Till Death With Smiling Faces
This Is A Tribute To The Great Fighters Of Indian History Who Saceifice Their Life For The People

"Who Die To Live"


Sukdev - Bhagat Singh - Rajguru

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Lets Remind The Martyr of Country .....Because of Whom We Are Free In Our Countries


Shaheed Bhagat Singh
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at the age of 11
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at the age of 20 whn police arrest him

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at the age of 21+ 1929


Letter Written In Jail To Sukhdev :
Letter to Shaheed Sukhdev
This letter deals with the views of Bhagat Singh on the question of love and sacrifice in the life of a revolutionary. It was written on April 5, 1929 in Sita Ram Bazar House, Delhi. The letter was taken to Lahore by Shri Shiv Verma and handed over to Sukhdev it was recovered from him at the time of his arrest on April 13 and was produced as one of the exhbits in Lahore Conspiracy Case.
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DEAR BROTHER
By the time you receive this letter I will be gone, going to a far off destination. Let me assure that I am prepared for the voyage inspite of all the sweet memory and inspite of all the charms of my life here. Upto this day one thing pinched in my heart and it was this that my brother, my own brother, misunderstood and accused me of a very serious charge - the charge of weakness. Today I am quite satisfied, today more than ever do I feel that was nothing, but a misunderstanding, a wrong calculation. My overfrankness was interpreted as my talkativeness, and my confession as my weakness. And now I feel it was misunderstanding and only is understanding. I am not weak, not weaker than anyone amongest us, brother. With a clear heart I go, will you clear too? It will be very kind of you. But note that you are to take no hasty step, soberly and calmly you are to carry on the work. Don't try to take the chance at the very outset. You have some duty towards the public, and that you can fulfil by continuing this work. As a suggestion I would say that M.R. Shastri* appeals to me more than ever. Try to bring him in the arena, provided he himself may be willing, clearly knowing the dark future. Let him mix with men and study their psychology. If he will work in the right spirit, he will be the better judge. Arrange as you may deem fit. Now, brother, let us be happy.

By the way, I am say that I cannot help arguing once again my case in the matter under discussion. Again do I emphasise that I am full of ambition and hope and of full charm of life. But I can renounce all at the time of need, and that is the real sacrifice. These things can never be hinderance in the way of man, provided he be a man. You will have the practical proof in the near future. While discussing anybody's character you asked me one thing, whether love ever proved helpful to any man. Yes, I answer that question today. To Mazzini it was. You must have read that after the utter failure and crushing defeat of his first rising he could no bear the misery and haunting ideas of his dead comrades. He would have gone mad or committed suicide but for one letter of a girl he loved. He would as strong as any one, nay stronger than all. As regards the moral status of love I may say that it in itself is nothing BUT PASSION, not an animal passion but a human one, and very sweet too. Love in itself can never be an animal passion. Love always elevates the character of man. It never lowers him, provided love be love. You can't call these girls - mad people, as we generally see in films - lovers. They always play in the hands of animals passions. The true love cannot be created. It comes of its own accord, nobody can say when. It is but natural. And I may tell you that a young man and a young girl can love each other, and with the aid of their love they can overcome the passions themselves and can maintain their purity. I may clear one thing here; when I said that love has human weakness, I did not say it for an ordinary human being at this stage, where the people generally are. But that is most idealistic stage when man would overcome all these sentiments, the love, the hatred, and so on. When man will take reason as the sole basis of his activity. But at present it is not bad, rather good and useful to man. And moreove while rebuking the love. I rebuked the love of one individual for one, and that too in idealistic stage. And even then, man must have the strongest feelings of love which he may not confine to one individual and may make it universal. Now I think I have cleared my position. One thing I may tell you to mark; we inspite of all radical ideas that we cherish, have not been able to do away with the overidealistic Arya Samajist conception of morality. We may talk glibly about all the radical things that can possible be conceived, but in practical life we begin to tremble at the very outset. This I will request you do away with. And may I, Without fear at all the misapprehension in my mind, request you do kindly lower the standard of your over-idealism a bit, not to be harsh to those who will live behind and will be the victims of a disease as myself ? Don't rebuke them and thus add to their woes and miseries. They need your sympathy. May I repeat that you, without bearing any sort of grudge against any particular individual, will sympathise with those who needed the most ? But you cannot realise these things unless and until you yourself fall a victim to this. But, why I am writing all this? I wanted to be frank. I have cleared my heart.
Wish you all success and happy life.
Yours.
B. S

Aim of life
"The aim of life is no more to control mind, but to develop it harmoniously, not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below, and not to realise truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in-the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment democracy or universal brotherhod can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity of opportunity in the social, political and individual life." (Page 124 of Jail notebook)


Sukhdev
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The Martyr
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BirthPlace Of Martyr

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Mother - Rani Devi

Rajguru
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BirthPlace

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1930 Bibi Amar Kaur with her son , Shaheed Rajguru's Sisiter, Shaheed Rajguru' Mother In Lahore

Notes From Jail Diary Of Bhagat Singh : " My strength is the strength of oppressed , my courage is the courage of desperation
Kureh Khak hai Gardash main Tapash sai Meri ,
Main Voh majnu huan Jo Jindan main Bhee Azad Raha



This Is My Tribute To These Martyr Who Die For The India Which Never Remain As They Dreamed


 

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RABB RAAKHA
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Jina andar azadi da chaa honda , baazi jaan di laun layi tul jande
Tor dali nalo suto pave, mehkano fer v ni phul jande
Sewa desh te kaum di karan de layi khoon lakha hi veera de dul jande
Jad Bhagat Singh varge jana varde ne jhande udo azadi de jhul jande ....


Hath zor kara parnam ohna shera nu khatar desh jina aapni jindgi gawai..

aajo aapa sare ajj ehna shera nu yaad kariye... te je ho sake ta aapne avtar te signature ch ehna shaheeda di pic lao...

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UtjLOR26Cg0





meharbaani veere:y
 
aah theek aa ki tussi sig ch shaheedan di pics laan vaste keh rahe ho

par sig ch pic laan naalon vadda kamm ehna lai dil ch respect honi.

mai sab nu request kardan haan ki paaven sig ch pic laao ya naa lao par ehan shaheedan nu dil ton yaad karo te ehna da shukriyada karo
 
"A mere watan ke logon... zara ankh mein barlo paani. Jo shaheed huye hain unki... zara yaad karo kurbani"

:salut I salute all of the freedom fighters that wished to gain independence for our country. Their sacrifices have led our country to gain independece. That to me is the most noble and selfless sacrifice.
 
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