“When death knocks the door, what does a man do?”- a question addressed in numerous works of fiction and cinema. But life is no fiction. However, real events can surpass the levels which even the best fictional works can’t dare to reach. In the year 1930, Bhagat Singh’s father had submitted a mercy petition to the British government. Bhagat Singh’s reply to his father was disillusioning. What, however, sends further shivers down the spine is reading the petition Bhagat Singh himself filed next.
Here is the full text-
The Punjab Governor
With due respect we beg to bring to your kind notice the following:
That we were sentenced to death on 7th October 1930 by a British Court, L.C.C Tribunal, constituted under the Sp. Lahore Conspiracy Case Ordinance, promulgated by the H.E. The Viceroy, the Head of the British Government of India, and that the main charge against us was that of having waged war against H.M. King George, the King of England.
The above-mentioned finding of the Court pre-supposed two things:
Firstly, that there exists a state of war between the British Nation and the Indian Nation and, secondly, that we had actually participated in that war and were therefore war prisoners.
The second pre-supposition seems to be a little bit flattering, but nevertheless it is too tempting to resist the desire of acquiescing in it.
As regards the first, we are constrained to go into some detail. Apparently there seems to be no such war as the phrase indicates. Nevertheless, please allow us to accept the validity of the pre-supposition taking it at its face value. But in order to be correctly understood we must explain it further. 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. No matter, if once again the vanguard of the Indian movement, the Revolutionary Party, finds itself deserted in the thick of the war. No matter if the leaders to whom personally we are much indebted for the sympathy and feelings they expressed for us, but nevertheless we cannot overlook the fact that they did become so callous as to ignore and not to make a mention in the peace negotiation of even the homeless, friendless and penniless of female workers who are alleged to be belonging to the vanguard and whom the leaders consider to be enemies of their utopian non-violent cult which has already become a thing of the past; the heroines who had ungrudgingly sacrificed or offered for sacrifice their husbands, brothers, and all that were nearest and dearest to them, including themselves, whom your government has declared to be outlaws. No matter, it your agents stoop so low as to fabricate baseless calumnies against their spotless characters to damage their and their party’s reputation. The war shall continue.
It may assume different shapes at different times. It may become now open, now hidden, now purely agitational, now fierce life and death struggle. The choice of the course, whether bloody or comparatively peaceful, which it should adopt rests with you. Choose whichever you like. But that war shall be incessantly waged without taking into consideration the petty (illegible) and the meaningless ethical ideologies. It shall be waged ever with new vigour, greater audacity and unflinching determination till the Socialist Republic is established and the present social order is completely replaced by a new social order, based on social prosperity and thus every sort of exploitation is put an end to and the humanity is ushered into the era of genuine and permanent peace. In the very near future the final battle shall be fought and final settlement arrived at.
The days of capitalist and imperialist exploitation are numbered. The war neither began with us nor is it going to end with our lives. It is the inevitable consequence of the historic events and the existing environments. Our humble sacrifices shall be only a link in the chain that has very accurately been beautified by the unparalleled sacrifice of Mr. Das and most tragic but noblest sacrifice of Comrade Bhagawati Charan and the glorious death of our dear warrior Azad.
As to the question of our fates, please allow us to say that when you have decided to put us to death, you will certainly do it. You have got the power in your hands and the power is the greatest justification in this world. We know that the maxim “Might is right” serves as your guiding motto. The whole of our trial was just a proof of that. We wanted to point out that according to the verdict of your court we had waged war and were therefore war prisoners. And we claim to be treated as such, i.e., we claim to be shot dead instead of to be hanged. It rests with you to prove that you really meant what your court has said.
We request and hope that you will very kindly order the military department to send its detachment to perform our execution.Yours’ Bhagat Singh
Well, this, and many other letters and speeches which Bhagat Singh wrote, are no works of fiction. These were written with no sense of heroism. These are facts. In black and white. These were written after Bhagat Singh and many young boys like him, had undergone tortures of extreme levels. These were written after they had pulled off a hunger strike for 63 days, which had extracted the life juice out of them (and had led to the martyrdom of Jatin Das). These were written in the dullest, darkest and dirtiest of rooms one can imagine. These, and many other letters were written when there was no one around to praise or even acknowledge their spirits.
Although there is no written evidence, but after reading letters like these, one can not help but imagine how Bhagat Singh and his fellow comrades would have kissed the noose and thundered ‘Inquilab Zindabad‘ one last time, before saying their final good bye to the proletariat class they stood for. One can not help but think and ask oneself what their cause was? Was it only freedom?
As Bhagat Singh wrote, “The exploiters 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… unless exploitation of man by man is put to an end, the war shall continue.”
One cannot help but question- Why are the dreams these men saw and left with, still unfulfilled? Why are these men and their cause forgotten?Ah! Not for idle hatred! Not for honor, fame, nor self applause, but for the glory of the cause You did What will not be forgot!
Today is the day, Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, and Rajguru died in the most glorious of ways. Today, is good day to think and ask ourselves, some questions from which, we safely dodge away.