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after so many days or u can say after so many months i am back to write something. As today i am waiting for someone to come online, but no body is online to chat and i dont have anyother work to do. so i thought to write something. but what... still searching....

Gandhi "A mahatama or What"

This is the speech of Godse i read on net. After readin this I totally have different views abt Gandhi. Even b4 reading this I was among those who dont like Gandhi (still I am among those only). But this thing, I never thought of:
Godse's defense speech in court...
"Born in a devotional Brahmin family, I instinctively came to revere Hindu religion, Hindu history and Hindu culture. I had, therefore, been intensely proud of Hinduism as a whole. As I grew up I developed a tendency to free thinking unfettered by any superstitious allegiance to any isms, political or religious. That is why I worked actively for the eradication of untouchability and the caste system based on birth alone. I openly joined anti-caste movements and maintained that all Hindus were of equal status as to rights, social and religious and should be considered high or low on merit alone and not through the accident of birth in a particular caste or profession. I used publicly to take part in organized anti-caste dinners in which thousands of Hindus, Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaisyas, Chamars and Bhangis participated. We broke the caste rules and dined in the company of each other. I have read the speeches and writings of Dadabhai Nairoji, Vivekanand, Gokhale, Tilak, along with the books of ancient and modern history of India and some prominent countries like England, France, America and' Russia. Moreover I studied the tenets of Socialism and Marxism. But above all I studied very closely whatever Veer Savarkar and Gandhiji had written and spoken, as to my mind these two ideologies have contributed more to the moulding of the thought and action of the Indian people during the last thirty years or so, than any other single factor has done. All this reading and thinking led me to believe it was my first duty to serve Hindudom and Hindus both as a patriot and as a world citizen. To secure the freedom and to safeguard the just interests of some thirty crores (300 million) of Hindus would automatically constitute the freedom and the well being of all India, one fifth of human race. This conviction led me naturally to devote myself to the Hindu Sanghtanist ideology and programme, which alone, I came to believe, could win and preserve the national independence of Hindustan, my Motherland, and enable her to render true service to humanity as well. Since the year 1920, that is, after the demise of Lokamanya Tilak, Gandhiji's influence in the Congress first increased and then became supreme. His activities for public awakening were phenomenal in their intensity and were reinforced by the slogan of truth and non-violence, which he paraded ostentatiously before the country. No sensible or enlightened person could object to those slogans. In fact there is nothing new or original in them. They are implicit in every constitutional public movement. But it is nothing but a mere dream if you imagine that the bulk of mankind is, or can ever become, capable of scrupulous adherence to these lofty principles in its normal life from day to day. In fact, honour, duty and love of one's own kith and kin and country might often compel us to disregard non-violence and to use force. I could never conceive that an armed resistance to an aggression is unjust. I would consider it a religious and moral duty to resist and, if possible, to overpower such an enemy by use of force. [In the Ramayana] Rama killed Ravana in a tumultuous fight and relieved Sita. [In the Mahabharata], Krishna killed Kansa to end his wickedness; and Arjuna had to fight and slay quite a number of his friends and relations including the revered Bhishma because the latter was on the side of the aggressor. It is my firm belief that in dubbing Rama, Krishna and Arjuna as guilty of violence, the Mahatma betrayed a total ignorance of the springs of human action. In more recent history, it was the heroic fight put up by Chhatrapati Shivaji that first checked and eventually destroyed the Muslim tyranny in India. It was absolutely essentially for Shivaji to overpower and kill an aggressive Afzal Khan, failing which he would have lost his own life. In condemning history's towering warriors like Shivaji, Rana Pratap and Guru Gobind Singh as misguided patriots, Gandhiji has merely exposed his self-conceit. He was, paradoxical, as it may appear, a violent pacifist who brought untold calamities on the country in the name of truth and non-violence, while Rana Pratap, Shivaji and the Guru will remain enshrined in the hearts of their countrymen forever for the freedom they brought to them. The accumulating provocation of thirty-two years, culminating in his last pro-Muslim fast, at last goaded me to the conclusion that the existence of Gandhi should be brought to an end immediately. Gandhi had done very well in South Africa to uphold the rights and well being of the Indian community there. But when he finally returned to India he developed a subjective mentality under which he alone was to be the final judge of what was right or wrong. If the country wanted his leadership, it had to accept his infallibility; if it did not, he would stand aloof from the Congress and carry on his own way. Against such an attitude there can be no halfway house. Either Congress had to surrender its will to his and had to be content with playing second fiddle to all his eccentricity, whimsicality, metaphysics and primitive vision, or it had to carry on without him. He alone was the Judge of everyone and everything; he was the master brain guiding the civil disobedience movement; no other could know the technique of that movement. He alone knew when to begin and when to withdraw it. The movement might succeed or fail, it might bring untold disaster and political reverses but that could make no difference to the Mahatma's infallibility. 'A Satyagrahi can never fail' was his formula for declaring his own infallibility and nobody except himself knew what a Satyagrahi is. Thus, the Mahatma became the judge and jury in his own cause. These childish insanities and obstinacies, coupled with a most severe austerity of life, ceaseless work and lofty character made Gandhi formidable and irresistible. Many people thought that his politics were irrational but they had either to withdraw from the Congress or place their intelligence at his feet to do with, as he liked. In a position of such absolute irresponsibility Gandhi was guilty of blunder after blunder, failure after failure, disaster after disaster. Gandhi's pro-Muslim policy is blatantly in his perverse attitude on the question of the national language of India. It is quite obvious that Hindi has the most prior claim to be accepted as the premier language. In the beginning of his career in India, Gandhi gave a great impetus to Hindi but as he found that the Muslims did not like it, he became a champion of what is called Hindustani. Everybody in India knows that there is no language called Hindustani; it has no grammar; it has no vocabulary. It is a mere dialect; it is spoken, but not written. It is a bastard tongue and crossbreed between Hindi and Urdu, and not even the Mahatma's sophistry could make it popular. But in his desire to please the Muslims he insisted that Hindustani alone should be the national language of India. His blind followers, of course, supported him and the so-called hybrid language began to be used. The charm and purity of the Hindi language was to be prostituted to please the Muslims. All his experiments were at the expense of the Hindus. From August 1946 onwards the private armies of the Muslim League began a massacre of the Hindus. The then Viceroy, Lord Wavell, though distressed at what was happening, would not use his powers under the Government of India Act of 1935 to prevent the rape, murder and arson. The Hindu blood began to flow from Bengal to Karachi with some retaliation by the Hindus. The Interim Government formed in September was sabotaged by its Muslim League members right from its inception, but the more they became disloyal and treasonable to the government of which they were a part, the greater was Gandhi's infatuation for them. Lord Wavell had to resign as he could not bring about a settlement and he was succeeded by Lord Mountbatten. King Log was followed by King Stork. The Congress, which had boasted of its nationalism and socialism, secretly accepted Pakistan literally at the point of the bayonet and abjectly surrendered to Jinnah. India was vivisected and one-third of the Indian territory became foreign land to us from August 15, 1947. Lord Mountbatten came to be described in Congress circles as the greatest Viceroy and Governor-General this country ever had. The official date for handing over power was fixed for June 30, 1948, but Mountbatten with his ruthless surgery gave us a gift of vivisected India ten months in advance. This is what Gandhi had achieved after thirty years of undisputed dictatorship and this is what Congress party calls 'freedom' and 'peaceful transfer of power'. The Hindu-Muslim unity bubble was finally burst and a theocratic state was established with the consent of Nehru and his crowd and they have called 'freedom won by them with sacrifice' - whose sacrifice? When top leaders of Congress, with the consent of Gandhi, divided and tore the country - which we consider a deity of worship - my mind was filled with direful anger. One of the conditions imposed by Gandhi for his breaking of the fast unto death related to the mosques in Delhi occupied by the Hindu refugees. But when Hindus in Pakistan were subjected to violent attacks he did not so much as utter a single word to protest and censure the Pakistan Government or the Muslims concerned. Gandhi was shrewd enough to know that while undertaking a fast unto death, had he imposed for its break some condition on the Muslims in Pakistan, there would have been found hardly any Muslims who could have shown some grief if the fast had ended in his death. It was for this reason that he purposely avoided imposing any condition on the Muslims. He was fully aware of from the experience that Jinnah was not at all perturbed or influenced by his fast and the Muslim League hardly attached any value to the inner voice of Gandhi. Gandhi is being referred to as the Father of the Nation. But if that is so, he had failed his paternal duty inasmuch as he has acted very treacherously to the nation by his consenting to the partitioning of it. I stoutly maintain that Gandhi has failed in his duty. He has proved to be the Father of Pakistan. His inner-voice, his spiritual power and his doctrine of non-violence of which so much is made of, all crumbled before Jinnah's iron will and proved to be powerless. Briefly speaking, I thought to myself and foresaw I shall be totally ruined, and the only thing I could expect from the people would be nothing but hatred and that I shall have lost all my honour, even more valuable than my life, if I were to kill Gandhiji. But at the same time I felt that the Indian politics in the absence of Gandhiji would surely be proved practical, able to retaliate, and would be powerful with armed forces. No doubt, my own future would be totally ruined, but the nation would be saved from the inroads of Pakistan. People may even call me and dub me as devoid of any sense or foolish, but the nation would be free to follow the course founded on the reason which I consider to be necessary for sound nation-building. After having fully considered the question, I took the final decision in the matter, but I did not speak about it to anyone whatsoever. I took courage in both my hands and I did fire the shots at Gandhiji on 30th January 1948, on the prayer-grounds of Birla House. I do say that my shots were fired at the person whose policy and action had brought rack and ruin and destruction to millions of Hindus. There was no legal machinery by which such an offender could be brought to book and for this reason I fired those fatal shots. I bear no ill will towards anyone individually but I do say that I had no respect for the present government owing to their policy, which was unfairly favourable towards the Muslims. But at the same time I could clearly see that the policy was entirely due to the presence of Gandhi. I have to say with great regret that Prime Minister Nehru quite forgets that his preachings and deeds are at times at variances with each other when he talks about India as a secular state in season and out of season, because it is significant to note that Nehru has played a leading role in the establishment of the theocratic state of Pakistan, and his job was made easier by Gandhi's persistent policy of appeasement towards the Muslims. I now stand before the court to accept the full share of my responsibility for what I have done and the judge would, of course, pass against me such orders of sentence as may be considered proper. But I would like to add that I do not desire any mercy to be shown to me, nor do I wish that anyone else should beg for mercy on my behalf. My confidence about the moral side of my action has not been shaken even by the criticism levelled against it on all sides. I have no doubt that honest writers of history will weigh my act and find the true value thereof some day in future."
- NATHURAM GODSE

A LOVE STORY....

It all started when one person loves the other in such a way that no body can imagine... In a typical Love usaually there are two situations; first is when the lovers are together and the other is when they are separated because of one or the other reasons. I am just going to write, what the lover thinks or says in both of the situations:

First one is when they are together:

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone again with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone again with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone again with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone again with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you,

I will always... Love You.

Now you have seen that lover always says 'I Love You', but you are going to see that even if the lovers are separted they will say the same thing that 'I love you'. Distance never decides how much one loves to other....


When they are separated:

I didn't mean to leave you
but I had no choice..
Please don't cry.
I didn't mean to turn your life
into a nightmare.
Please don't sigh.

I miss your smile, and your song
the way your voice sliced
through silence.
I miss your hair and your skin
the way your happiness somehow
became contagious.

I promise that one day
we'll be together again.
I promise that one day
life will be worth living again.

I want to hold you in my arms
and tell you everything is okay.
I want to admire your peacefulness
as you sleep and dream,

I need to tell you I still love you.
I will always love you.
"I Still Love You".

Love never ends, whatever the situation becomes.

Bloggin....

This post is dedicated to three people who inspired me to write on blogs...One is none other than hemu, who was the first one to comment on my blog otherwise I'v thought to stop writing blogs; 2nd is zubin, who is my ideal & whom I always take inspiration to do something and 3rd is that girl who makes me write my feelings on the blog.

Earlier I used to write all my feelings on my diary and never used to share with others, not even with my best friends. Even many of those dont know that I write diary. But now I am thinking of writing all those in the blog, in this way it can be shared with people and also I can get comments on it whether what I did or what I've thought is right or wrong or what should I do now. But even now I am confused, as I am not comfortable in sharing my thoughts with others. It gave me a different kind of feeling that what the other person will think that what I want from him..this feeling never let me share my feelings with others. I dont want to have others' sympathies or dont want to become others' joke. But whenever I shared a feeling of mine, it for a time gave me satisfaction but later on I broke up with that person, whether he's my best friend or not. So, from that incident onwards I am scared to share anything. But blogging can be a way to share as it is not that I am sharing with any one particular person so there is no chance of fight between the two. But at the same time if I am wrong and all will get annoyed from me and stop talking to me it will be worst for me. I dont know what to do. Sometimes I feel I should share each and everything with others but at the same time I am scared of. So, I am just giving a try and lets see if it works I will continue with it.

This is my first post (except for those poems), so ... you know what I wanna say.....

Dream Gurl......

It happens when 'rupi' saw his girl of dreams recently n the following thought came in to his mind:

I dont believe I'v seen a girl as pretty as she
Perfection at its maximum too perfect to be reality
An angel set forth and brought upon me
No price to pay can she really be mine for free

I dont believe I've seen such a beautiful personality
Deception at its maximum can this really be
She's loving and kind, gentle and sweet
But there's no way in hell she'll ever like me

I dont believe I've seen a girl as pretty as she
Perfection at its maximum she's right in every degree
Yet deception at a premium God's got me by the strings
After he puts it in my mind it then becomes a dream

I really cant count my blessings for I've never been blessed
At her worst moments I thought she was at her best
May be God finally noticed I have a heart in my chest
Or maybe he noticed I have very little faith left

I would never believe he has blessed my soul
When everything's new and I'm used to the old
Lost in a panic with no torch to light the road
Until the last minute when I think I'm losing control

I really dont believe why God would want to bless me
With the presence of a girl so full of beauty
Only time will tell if he fulfills my dream
With a girl I've seen as pretty as she

lets c if God bless rupi with such a beauty and love of his life......

I Miss You.....

For someone whom I'v lost already......

I dream about you all the time.....
but I know you are gone....

I wished that you were mine.....
but I am only stuck in a burned down dream.....

Why I am dreaming about you now?
Why do I miss you now since I've moved on....
I have another now, but I still want to move on....

I am missing a dead love that will never live.....
but why am I still sheading the tears that I always give?

Cutting the tears away and never sleeping always fear me...
and all the lies you made have already hurted me....

Our love was burned down and will never will be rebuild....
but the memories in my head will always will replay
but they all will be the same damn thing.....

now I am with someone new who gives our love a beautiful name....
but the memories I hold will never be the same.....


and I am on the path to lose this new one also......

Just One friend Can Make a Difference

There are some things I dunno, why?
that people change,..and why?
was there a reason for it???
or was it just my mis-fit??
I havent really thought that I cud ever live....
Someday..just without you...
becoz I always thought...that..
There wudnt be such a day....
But I now really..feel...sometimes..
May be I went wrong...
Maybe my love was not that all..
To keep my old friend...
There was no reason...for
I always did what I wanted..to..
I said wrong to him...
Maybe I hurt him....
Somewhere....that I lost him..
I feel sorry....that I did...
when I see him with other people ..so happy..
which is probably why he left.. my friendship....
as was'nt cozy enough ...
To give him the warmth he needed...
but,..I feel happy,..for him..
that he's getting all..that probably...
that I probably wasnt able to..
Time and again... I tell myself....dont be sad,
and dont make him mad..
as he needs...you no more..
I think...life gives us leasons..
to learn from past...
one values....when one looses..
I feel the loss....
But I feel bad... that...
I really cudnt make any difference..
at all...in his life...
may be someday...I will get ..
all the joy...of...being with such a great person....
maybe life....will send me another person..
with whom...I cud again make freinds..
and this time ..I wudnt make the same mistakes..
of loosing someone....I love so dearly..
there is so much one can mean....
but you cannot always make a choice..
May be we were'nt meant to be ..
....best friends of all times....
and this was the choice ...
made by not me...
I loved you..and will do...
For the rest of my life....
Wish that...
you needed me someday....
I wud be there...whatsoever....
Its tough to live...with this feeling..
but I soon will have sunshine in my life.
probably...you too want to see me happy..
ISNT it???
when I was free..these thought came by me..
These are the questions...I will die with...
as only One dear one knows...
answers to my wrongs...
only... One voice can speak with right,
only..One heart can know what's true,
only....One life can make a difference,
and all my life..
I have known...It Was You!!!