The English journalist Joseph Rudyard Kipling (b. 30 Dec 1865 — d. 18 Jan 1936) was an Indian-born, renowned writer of the United Kingdom. His poetry explores and travel the readers back in 1899, the war between Americans and Filipinos. Moreover, the poem dig down racist behaviours toward non-white. The poem was written in the same year 1899. The fight lasted for three years. In the poem “The White Man’s Burden” Kipling well elaborate this piece of poetry of war and social inequality. The most famous expression of literature of the western world and colonialist whim over Filipinos were expressed here. It was an effort to persuade the United States to join the empirical club and seize the Philippines. The eagerness of Rudyard and his effort seems touching the readers on urging the Americans. The war had begun on 4th Feb 1899 two days ago the US Senate accepted the treaty. More than 4000 American soldiers were died. And on the other hand, over 20,000 Filipino fighters were down. The loss of the Philippines were more, almost 200,000 civilians died in the war due to violence, famine and disease. The battle was occurred at Manila Bay.
Take upthe White Man's burden —
Send forth the best ye breed -
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild -
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.
Take up the White Man's burden -
In patience to abide
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
A hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the White Man's burden -
The savage wars of peace -
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden -
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper -
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead!
Take up the White Man's burden -
And reap his old reward,
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard -
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly !) towards the light:-
“Why brought ye us from bondage,
“Our loved Egyptian night?”
Take up the White Man's burden -
Ye dare not stoop to less -
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.
Take up the White Man's burden -
Have done with childish days -
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgement of your peers.
Joseph Rudyard Kipling
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John Stuart Mill (1806 – 1873) was the most influential personality of the nineteenth century. He was a liberal, naturalist, and utilitarian. John combined enlightenment thinking of eighteenth century with the emerging fashion of romantic and historical philosophy of nineteenth century.
Ask yourself whether you are happy or you cease to be so
John Mill
The Theory of Poetry Philosophy Changed John Mill
John was the one who was got his early isolation from his friends of his age except his siblings due to continuous pushing of Mill's father (the Scottish philosopher, historian, and economist James Mill) forming him a genius intellect. John was considered in his family a precious gem. His uninterrupted journey of education had started at the age of three, when Greek became his first foreign language. At eight, he turned the pages of Aesop's fables, Xenophon's Anabasis, the whole ofHerodotus and many others.
Replica of a portrait commissioned to G.F. Watts by Sir Charles Dikes
As well as, his brain also scanned thousands of pages of history in English along the way studied astronomical physics. In his reading list he had many historical authors and writers. Moreover, at the age 20 he went under dejection of suicidal depression. According to his biography, he was losing his happiness striving for his goal. It was due to dearth of fearful interest in his objective (creation of just a society).
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; It takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.
William Wordsworth
Sketch of Caroline
However, It was the poetry of Wordsworth who helped him find joy, and he continued achieving his goal. The theory of William Mill arises from the mental crises of 1826. Mill onwards in his life complete changed man of confused and muddled of two different things, Poetry and Philosophy.
— Miss Caroline Fox (Cornish Diarist) on John Mill,
Not a little; he was most emphatically a philosopher, but then he read Wordsworth and that muddled him, and he has been in a strange confusion ever since endeavouring to unite poetry and philosophy.
In his biography, it revealed that the book was unable to relate his personal experiences to his thoughts. Most of his impotent work seemed to be to hide rather than revealed the man. Some evidence had seen ignored.
“Mill's early letter to Carlyle and Sterling, his criticism of Benthamism in the 1830s and his autobiography have been seen as indicating emotional tensions, and his praise of WORDSWORTH and COLERIDGE has often been recognized as awareness of these tensions.”
Learning seems effortlessly from the gunny of love poems by Rumi. He showed us how to love this universe and its forms through his poetic mind.
You can call Rumi a preacher, a saint, or promoter of the creator of this universe. He was born to a clergyman of a Persian family (30 Sep 1207 – 17 Dec 1273) in Afghanistan. His real name was Jalal ad-din Muhammad Balkhi. There was no doubt that he was not a Muslim, but he never confined himself to a particular religion. He means there is a single light that every human and their religion belongs to and has the same origin. And the meaning of his name is “Glory of The Faith”. He was a well-known Sufi master and famous for his ecstatic poetry.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.
Rumi
Depiction of Rumi and Shams-e Tabrizi
His poetry talks all about Love and according to Rumi, the definition of love he incorporated into his verses. Those books are still anyone would love to read which are timeless poetry.
“That flame which when it blazes up, burns away everything except the everlasting beloved.”
Reading it quickly reminds us a famous saying, “everything is fair in love and war” it is likely more similar in terms but Rumi put it in very precise way.
The below poetry of Rumi explains extremely well. He put himself into different states of life and educate readers. This verse is from his one of the well-known works “The Masnavi”.
I died to the mineral state and became a plant, I died to the vegetal state and reached animality, I died to the animal state and became a man, Then what should I fear? I have never become less from dying. At the next charge (forward) I will die to human nature, So, that I may lift (my) head and wings (and soar) among the angels, And I must (also) jump from the river of (the state of) the angel, Everything perishes except His Face, Once again I will become sacrificed from (the state of) the angel, I will become that which cannot come into the imagination, Then I will become non-existent; non-existence says to me (in tones) like an organ, Truly, to Him, is our return.
His micro thinking in this poetry earned high value by placing his powerful imagination to overcome the fear of human. The poem states simply flow of energy from one object to another. It is a process of nature. He and his verses well explained the way to reach god and it is possible through poetry, songs, dance which awakes our consciousness and lead us through a bright light to the Devine power. His other great work “Diwan-e Shams-e Tabriz” after reading his love poems by Rumi, It appears that he wanted to dissolve all the lovers and awake human awareness.
The Poet, Nanao Sakaki, Well Said,
When you hear dirty story, Wash your ear. When you see ugly stuff, Wash your eyes, When you get bad thoughts, Wash your mind.
It seems effortlessly from the gunny of verses of Rumi. He showed us how to love this universe and its forms through his poems. | 23 meters high statue of Mevlana in Buca, İzmir, Turkey
Readers would get a question on its last line that how to wash mind and the simple answer is read Rumi, his human cultivating thoughts and harmonious, intriguing mystical poetry which are valued for lifetime.
Rumi Poem: "In Your Light I Learn How To Love"
In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
The above poem of Rumi says that what I create from my thoughts that is all about you. It is a love inside his chest that no one could see, but he could sometimes see and reveal the identity of the perception to the lovers through his writings and that is called Art by Rumi.
One of the love poems by Rumi: There is nothing ahead
Lovers think they’re looking for each other, but there’s only one search: wandering this world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy. The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future.
Forget the future. I’d worship someone who could do that. On the way you may want to look back, or not. But if you can say, There’s nothing ahead, there will be nothing there. Stretch your arms and take hold the cloth of your clothes with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed.
If you don’t have both, you don’t belong with us. When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us.
There’s no place like that anywhere in the world.
The poet said that there is nothing apart from this holy earth where the pain, love, and cure are present. If there is pain, there is cure inside itself. Finding cure of pain is a job of Ambitious man.
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Nazim Hikmet (b. 15 Jan 1902 — d. 3 Jun 1963) was a Turkish poet, scriptwriter, director and memoirist and his statement which always appeared in lyrical flow gained popularity in 20th century. Most of his work translated into English by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk. His writing most of the time deeply concerned about the view of social and political and few of his verses find woman as an obstacle in career of men. Hikmet also acknowledged publicly that he shouldn't have been married.
Some of his poetry stands out in differentiation of love, which has two repelling sides. He Always appreciated for rhythmic flow of his statements.
In 1930, his definition of realism proved one of the best as following,
“The misery of mankind cannot be seen personal tragedies of the individual. We, writers have to deal with this in particular. Moreover, a person who live through no personal tragedies, who does not suffer for personal reasons cannot possibly suffer for the misery of mankind. And such a thing is not possible in actual conditions of the world. It would be artificial to introduce such a character in a literary work.”
Nazim received many criticisms not only from homeland but also from abroad. His romantic poetry has opposition sides. According to Hikmet there is much difference between Love in Theory and Love in traditionally. The theoretic love has human solidarity thus traditional love depicted as obstacle to inspiration of poet. His thoughts mostly focussed on the love of universe and kind people of the planet.
In one of his poems, addressed to his second wife Piraye during he was jailed in Bursa Prison. He wrote to his wife that all the humans on this earth have the same love story like you and me but ours is not that harsh.
They have taken us prisoner.They have locked up. Me inside the walls, you outside the walls, but that is nothing. The most is when man carriesknowingly, or not the prison inside him. Most people have been madeto live like this. Honest, hard-working,good people who chosen to be loved as much as I love you
People out there had more harsh treatment than the couple (poet) had in their life but those are carrying prisons inside them. Nazim directed his poem of love and showed many concerns about them. While in jail, he wrote a letter to his wife.
Poem: “Letter to my wife” by Nazim Hikmet
My one and only your letter says:
“My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!”
You say: “If they hadn't you,
if I lose you, I'll die!” You'll live,
my dear- My memory will vanish like black smoke in the wind.
Of course, you'll live, red-haired lady of my heart:
In the twentieth century, grief lasts at most a year.
Death — A body swinging from a rope.
My heart can't accept such a death.
But you can bet if some poor gypsy's hairy black spidery hand slips a noose around my neck,
they'll twilight of my last morning I will see my friends and you,
and I'll go to my grave regretting nothing but an unfinished song.
My wife. Good-hearted, Golden, Eyes sweeter than honey — my bee.
Why did I write you do they want to hang me?
The trial has hardly begun, and they don't just pluck A man's head like turnip.
Look, forget all this.
If you have any money, buy me some flannel underwear
My sciatica is acting up again. And don't forget,
A prisoner's wife must always think good thoughts.
This poem circulates a warm, deep feeling of love and the poet showed no fears. And someone could call it the power of love. Nazim don’t want his wife to do suicide. He convinced his wife that grief lasts a year, hardly in this twentieth century. This poem at the end give us good message to those wives of prisoners who are feeble hearted. It is a booster of long-lasting love and care.
S H Raza had travelled almost all the parts of India while being an artist, he was in love with the nature of India and its culture. The man who said, “Painting for me is like meditation.”
S H Raza who born in Babaria, (22 Feb 1922) central province of British India was one of the great artists from India. He had set foot in Mumbai in 1943, studied art at J. J. School of Art, but destiny failed but had soon joined Block Maker’s Studio for his daily earning. He never had wasted his spare time. In Mumbai, at a congested rented house, he could peep out through the window and see the crowded streets and draw something.
Whenever I used to see animals in my village, I could feel ease of happiness and always wanted to bring it on the page.
S H Raza
Sayed was fond of watching doings, nature and culture. Soon he approached Progressive Writer’s Group (members including F. N. Souza, K. H. Ara, H. A. Gade and S. K. Bakre) The specialities of the group of painters had mostly focused on Historic, Geographic (habitat), and human nature into their paintings. These paintings usually explained emerging Non-Euro American modernism.
When I look at canvas, I see beauty of nature, women, culture of my nation and the entire making of the world and thus I get ideas and inspirations.
S H Raza
This talented and uplifting group of artists from India had well coordination among themselves. Going out to one of the tea shops and discuss the future of their work, and questioning on how something different they could give to this world out of their talents.
When Raza was in Mumbai, the partition of India recently had finished and India had supreme power, a newly born republic country. Every individual of the group had spirit doing something good and unique work for the newly formed nation. Raza’s reason behind leaving the country was simpler.
He became of the those lucky who got a scholarship from the government of India. Sayed wanted to move in France, he studied in 1950–1953 studied in Paris on Gov. of France scholarship. After his education, he explored Europe and its parts.
However, he was a man who very mysterious and in love with his artistic skill, he painted till his last day except his hospitalization in Delhi. Yes, it is true that, Mr. Raza had returned to his homeland in 2011 and had settled in Delhi. Moreover, he stayed in Paris for almost 55 years. Sayed had become God to many Indian students of very young Indian painters who got good platform to showcase their talents. Their works were promoted through Raza Foundation.
In one of the interviews, he narrated a childhood story when he used to go to school, and he was found him one of the dumb students. Once, when he returned home from his class, he straight went to his mother and said, “why do you send me to school?”
He himself said that how poor he was in his school studies. The artist had deep interest looking at flowers, mountains, animals, culture, women, and anything which had beauty.
Anytime when a question hit him with, who was the most contributed in your success? And each time his answer was the same. He had been said without taking a pause, placed the first his supportive parents and then God gifted blessings of his teachers.
One of his teacher’s lines he said,
Art is a product of brilliant brain, but also if it comes straight from the heart it means you are giving your 100% and success would no longer be waiting for you.
हे मनुष्य राख पाग पंखज पर ध्यान. — O man! Meditate on the chosen field once you settled your feet on.
"Nathuram Godse's recorded statement. He was carrying fire in the heart of being a true man of Hindutva and proved his firmness on his decision and plan. Godse is the one who had terminated the father of India down on 30th Jan 1948 (17:17 IST) and had left the entire nation in shock."
Who killed Gandhi?
The First question in the head of any individual (in a new developed brain) would die to know, let it be Indian or from another countries. Upon hearing the name of accuse, Nathuram Godse and second question might appear “why?”, Nathu is the only one who could tell us. But he was sentenced to (death) hang on 15 Nov 1949 in Ambala jail.
“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.”
The trial of persons accused of participation and complicity in Mahatma Gandhi's assassination opened in the Special Court in Red Fort Delhi on May 27, 1948. A Close up of the accused persons. Left to right front row: Nathuram Vinayak Godse, Narayan Dattatraya Apte and Vishnu Ramkrishna Karkar. Seated behind are (from left to right) Diganber Ram Chandra Badge, Shankar s/o Kistayya, Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, Gopal Vinayak Godse and Dattatrays Sadashiv Parachure. (pc - Wikipedia)
The book written by Nathuram Godse. Seems like planned and plotted murder of Gandhi. Why someone would want to tell the reasons behind the assassination of Gandhi in a book to know the entire world, “why I did it”. Why was none of the person, not at all listen to Godse during hearings in the court? Neither he wanted a favour or mercy to show on him.
All the questions being asked and answered in this book. The book is written by Nathuram Godse’s real brother Gopal Godse. It has the original statement given by Nathuram Godse. The writer narrates all the events that occurred takes us through the day of assassination till the day Nathu was hanged.
Nathuram was born (19 May 1910) in a Brahmin family, a Hindu Nationalism, in Pune. His parents believed bearing a male child was cursed so far in his family. All three brothers of Nathuram died in their early childhood. He was fourth and to avoid succession of death, his parents (father, Vinayak Vamanrao Godse and his mother, Godavari) named him Ramchandra, but parents raised Nathu like a girl until his younger brother born. Thus, he got a nickname, Nathuram (Nath — piercing on the nose of a woman and Ram comes from his real name, Ramchandra).
Nathu’s (past member of Rashtria Swayamsewak Sangh) karma killing Gandhi mostly triggered by deviating decision (during the partition) and thoughts of Gandhi, as per his statements and opinions, if Gandhi did not protest withheld 55 crores to Pakistan, Gandhi could have saved from being assassin of Godse. Not only this but there are some other factors which are also linked with Partition of India into India and Pakistan, and aftermath. Godse was a part of a radical group of Hindu Nationalism(mainly express social and political thoughts) who shot three bullets in the chest of Gandhi. He claimed that Gandhi is also supporter of Muslim Community and future inroad of Pakistan thus, it was enough to burst Godse into anger when Gandhi protested withheld instalment to Pakistan (55 crore due to pay).
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.
Nathuram Godse from why I killed Gandhi
Why Gandhi Protest Withheld Amount Due to Pay to Pakistan
There was a valid reason behind that. During the partition, in the presence of viceroy, Mountbatten and other people of both the country (Jinnah, Mahatma Gandhi, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru and some other influential political leaders) had mutual agreements and terms. In the opinion of Lord Mountbatten, withheld 55 crores would amount to violation of agreed conditions and brought it to the notice of Gandhi.
Hence, Gandhi did so because, first because of, Pakistani Aggression in Kashmir where Gandhi had to go to Delhi, fasted and prayed to compel the government of India to release the amount to Pakistan. And second, Gandhi’s ethnic side couldn’t resist him from denying the agreement during the partition. To proceed with his great determination of “do or die”, he was in Delhi and continued his stay there to restore the peace in the country.
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.
There were eight people linked to his murder case, those are Shankar Kistaiya, Gopal Godse, Madan Lal Pahwa, Digamber Ramchandra Badge, Narayan Apte, Vinayak D Savarkar, Nathuram Godse and Vishnu Karkare. But the most powerful person of mastermind in building the plot and plan, the police suspected 60-year-old Savarkar.
Nathuram Godse’s final and the last words in the High Court of Punjab,
“I have to say with great regret that Prime Minister Nehru quite forgets that his preachings and deeds are sometimes 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 a 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 the future.” Continue reading.
Also Read: Mahatma Gandhi:“I Do Not Remember Having Ever Told A Lie”. Also, read how Jinnah regretted on the demand of Pakistan and died at pick.
Vinoba Bhave (b. 11 Sep 1895 ― d. 15 Nov 1982) was an advocate of non-violence and human rights. Bhave was born in a Brahmin family at the village of Gogade, Kolaba (now Raigad), district of Maharashtra. He was raised in a typical Brahmin family named as Vinayak Rao Bhave, and took his last breath in Pavnar, Wardha, India.
Vinoba Bhave's writing place.
The man who brought Bhagavat Geeta in Marathi (Geetai) to every Marathi lovers. He was the one who transformed himself completely from its teaching not only but perspective of life different way. Indians considered him a national teacher of India, being a spiritual successor of Mahatma Gandhi, MK Gandhi himself accepted his estimate and assumption of being Vinoba’s father.
The man who always crave for good and good things around him, the source of positivity from every corner of his body and fragrance. Moreover, he used to stand for the truth and always stood against evil people and its karma.
Vinoba was an ocean of knowledge who could easily available to every ordinary people, indeed, he was a man of living his life for ordinary men. Bhave was not only a brilliant student but also a great source of combination of learning, spirituality and compassion for plebeians. This exceptional man took the biggest U turn in his life when he met Gandhi when he was searching for Kashi (now it is called Banaras) and Himalayas.
Their first meeting happened at Kochrab Ashram(the ashram was gifted to Gandhi by his friend Jivanlala Desai). The meeting was occurred after few exchanges of letters between Gandhi and Vinoba. At that time MK Gandhi was impressed by Mr. Bhave and his intuitive conversations.
Vinoba Bhave wrapped in blanket.
The below letter was written at his Sabarmati Ashram, Feb 1918. After reading this small piece, one could feel how the friendship between them was on the verge of becoming stronger and deeper. There was great expectation from Vinoba, Gandhi wanted Bhave should surpass him in all the aspects of his life as he was considered Vinoba as his son.
It is a curious phenomenon that God has made the hearts of the poor, rich and those of the rich, poor.
One of the letters of Gandhi to Vinoba Bhave is here
“I do not know in what terms to praise you. Your love and your character fascinate me and so also your self-examination. I am not fit to measure your worth. I accept your estimate and assume the position of a father to you. You seem almost to have met a long-felt wish of mine.
“In my view a father is, in fact, a father only when he has a son who surpasses him in virtue. A real son, likewise, is one who improves on what the father has done; if the father is truthful, firm of mind and compassionate, the son will be all this in a greater measure.”
“This is what you have made yourself. I don't see that you owe your achievement to any effort of mine. Hence, I accept the role you offer to me as a gift of love. I shall strive to be worthy of it; and, if ever I become another Hiranyakashipu, oppose me respectfully as Prahlad, who loved God, disobeyed him. It is true as you say that, though outside the Ashram, you have scrupulously observed its rules.”
“I never doubted that you would return. Besides, I had, your written messages, read out by Mama. May God grant you long life, and use you for the uplift of India. I don't see any need for changes in your diet just yet. Do not give up milk for the present. On the contrary, increase the quantity, if necessary. About the railways, no Satyagraha is required.”
“What is wanted is intelligent workers to carry on propaganda. In the issue in Kheda District, Satyagraha may have to be offered. I am something of a tramp these days. In a day or two, I shall have to leave for Delhi. More when you arrive. Everyone is looking forward to seeing you.”
Geetai Mandir in Wardha is a house where Vinoba Bhave’s photogenic exhibition displayed and his writings in Marathi (Geetai chapters) wrote on the special different types of granite collected from the different regions of India placed in the garden.
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Those sculptured stones in zigzag lines are nothing but the pages of eighteen chapters of Geetai (talks on Geeta is available on Amazon in English ― The Heartfulness Way Series) from the archives of Vinoba Bhave’s writing (translation of Bhagavat Geeta in Marathi).
Sarojini Naidu (b. 13 Feb 1879 — d. 2 March 1949) was a not only Indian political leader, activist but also a great poet as well as a woman of India and celebrated nationally. She was one of the key figures of the Indian independence movement. Naidu aimed to help diminish the ruling of the British in India during the years of 1912 to 1947. A prominent follower of Mahatma Gandhi and his cultural ideology not only like a true and obedient student. But also full supportive to Gandhi in all the aspects in decision-making to forming a better India.
The brilliant student who used to keep many expectations from herself and Indian
Sarojini Naidu
Education of Sarojini Naidu
Her education was not only limited to Indian territory but also crossed the boundary of the country at the age of 16. It was Nizam’s Charitable Trust(founder — Nizam Mahbub Ali Khan) who gave her a chance to complete her studies in England.
Sarojini was well worse with the culture of India and the condition of the nation at the beginning. A philosophic mind used to keep her eyes awake for the good reasons of the nation and its benefits. She had a successful inter-caste marriage which was happily approved by both the families.
Sarojini had a successive three years of travelling, while she visited different regions of India during 1915 and 1918. The motive of the travel was to give auspicious lectures on social welfare, the emancipation of women and bringing the clear awareness of the future of independence. And further evolution of nationalism in every person of India.
Her lectures were so demanding similarly inspiring ones that anyone could get motivated like she could yield a fruit of success from the brain of foolish and ignorance. In short, her thought process was so simple and easily recognizable in one of her poems, In The Bazaars of Hyderabad.
“The Bazaars of Hyderabad" by Sarojini Naidu
What do you sell, oye Marchant? Richly your wares are displayed. Turbans of crimson and Silver Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade What do you weigh, oye Vendors Saffron and lentil and rice What do you grind oye maidens? Sandalwood, henna, and spice. What do you call oye Pedlars? Chessmen and ivory dice. What do you make oye Goldsmith? Wristlet, anklet, and ring. Bells for the feet of blue pigeons, Frail as a Dragon’s-fly’s wing, girdles of gold for the dancers, Scabbards of gold for the king [...]
The Bird of Time(available on Amazon): Songs of Life, Death, and the Spring are her fine collections of poems. This antiquarian volume contains a complete manual of the art of angling for roach, with comments on methodology, equipment, tactics, and other information useful.
The famous spy, Nabi Ahmed Shakir(b. 11 April 1952 — d. Nov 2001) was an Indian Ravindra Kaushik, (real name) Hindu, from a well-respected Brahmin family. Sri Ganganagar (village) boy who once born to be an actor. Kaushik’s passion for performing art was overwhelming and noticeable. The last performance was displaced at the national level in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh. The audience was included special guests from the Indian Intelligence Officials (RAW Agents).
Becoming a RAW Agent
Nabi became one of those lucky students. After he got selected for a big role in his life he has never performed. He considered himself the offer was a chance to serve his nation, accepted, and soon became an undercover RAW agent. His mammoth passion for acting had become a lifetime survivor. The country that could send him to invite anytime for his death if he caught.
Ravindra Kaushik
The acceptance to condemn the offer to carry the face of fake identity. It was like injecting the serums of patriotism in his nerves. It was the real reason for how he was more than in-love for his country than his acting. Normally at the age of 23, a life hardly completes the education. And becomes fully functional for the next phase of life (get married and start spending happy days).
Kaushik was the one among his friends suddenly sent on a mission. The record of his family, friends, and historical events of his existence was completely extinguished by the officials. Ravindra had informed his family, that he got a job offer in one of the companies in Dubai. And going to live there for the rest of his life.
Being an actor it was a straightforward job for him. He had stated (challenged) to the officials at his last meeting that he will never be caught by anybody.
Conversion into Pakistani
After considering all the aspects, with his successful completion of training.
Kaushik could speak Punjabi and neighbouring languages since his school days as a passion. The languages had never been a barrier in his acting.
It included Rituals, Techniques of Namaz, Polish on Tone, and after converting him to Muslim he was sent to Pakistan. Apart from his ability, his luck was also giving his good supports and surprises day after day.
The agent soon got admission to Karachi University. And completed his education in LLB. (he knows, learning the laws of the country would definitely help him to live in Pakistan effectively). After his degree course, he passed the military exams. And became a commissioned officer in Pakistan. Looking at this performance (rewards and recognition). Pakistan Army promoted him to Major. Mr Nabi also got married to a local Pakistani girl, from a reputed family.
Ravindra Kaushik's Contribution to Indian Defence Force
Mr Sakir had proven himself a very crucial person. Especially, with the Indian Defence Force for passing precious information for 4 years from Pakistan between 1973 and 1983.
The laid trap of India suddenly collapsed in 1983.
India quoted him, “Black Tiger” The one who appears nowhere, unknown in the dark, but knows what he could see what's going on in the scene with eagle eyes.
It was when India sent one more RAW, Inyat Masih—a helping hand for Mr Ahmed Sakir. But Pakistani Research and Analytic Wings caught Inyat. And The second RAW uncovered the identity of unknown and mysterious Ravindra Kaushik. All the effort had ruined, and it became the biggest mistake made by India.
In two years, Mr Kaushik was tortured to death and placed him in various Pakistani cells. The Supreme Court of Pakistan had given him a life sentence. Mr Sakir’s those two years taught him to believe that he is going to die there only. He managed somehow to contact his parents in India through the letters and communicated to his loved ones.
— Ravindra Kaushik in one of the letters, he asked his parents,
Is this the reward a person gets for sacrificing his life for a great nation like India?
Ravindra Kaushik
Soon a heart decease and Tuberculosis buckled him for the rest of his life. And he took his last breath in 2001 in jail. His last wish was to return to India. But he was ignored completely. As per the terms and conditions he agreed and signed while he was being sent on to the mission.
An American-born humorist Art Buchwald (b. 20 Oct 1925 - d. 17 Jan 2007). Once, Art went on to search his best destination of luck in his journalism. One of the famous columnists of Washington Post. Art was loved and critic most of the time died at the age of 8. It had happened due to several pains of his leg and kidney. He had never stopped his writing even after his doctor had warned him. And that is called a passion for loveand work that any productive writer likes to do.
However, his one strong leg and damage kidney was much enough to travel to millions of his fans worldwide. However, his powerful pen enough to convey his presence. And kept showering his love in words till the end of his life. Many made sad laughed and many broken found a new way toward life to survive. Mr Art Buchwald was a real depression survivor.
Art Buchwald
The fun-loving man had started his journey as a writer in Paris. He joined as a primary earning source, but he was an inexperienced writer those days. His favourite topic of writing was the nightlife of Paris in his column, Paris after Dark for New York Tribune. In his declining years, he was suffering from dialysis and had lost his right leg due to gangrene. His kidney stopped working, and he died leaving his memorable journey in Washington DC. His millions of fans, and close friends in the United States left shock on his abrupt demise.
At the beginning of his career, he had started with US Marine. But left his job in just two short years saying,
In the marine, they don’t have much use of humorists, they beat my brain in.
The man, being a writer always loved spending time in quiet nature. He always liked observes the surroundings and love no longer any other profession than writing. The year 1949 had become one of the luckiest years for him and his decision. Spending a year and watching Parisclosely, locals, gangsters, his love and marriage dramas had all cherished.
Thus, his almost 14 years of life spent experience published as a memoir, I will always have Paris. The late-night spicy waft, salty taste of alcohol, depression, his marriage, adapting kids and dine with robbers etc. However, being a young journalist, seeking a job in Europe and Paris. Still, his memoir sometimes makes you sad and laugh your ass off.
The stories of his 40s and 50s in Paris when Art as an inexperienced writer left the US in 1948. His skills had mostly focused on the world’s deep study of its politics. Those struggle days while he’s working for The New York Herald Tribune. (The New York Herald Tribune was a newspaper published between 1924 and 1966). However, it was a New York’s old newspaper edition. Those Tribune days brings him back to many loveable memories of his life. The book has almost covered his life post-World-War 2.
Art Buchwald has published closed to 40 books. Still, the most favourite, one of those is “I will always have Paris!” (Available on Amazon)
I will always have Paris
One of his posts on the Washington Post reminds us of how he deeply dived into his cultural thoughts. His art of storytelling was so simple and realistic need no extra magic to convey his feelings to his audience.
“One of our most important holidays is Thanksgiving Day, known in France as le Jour de Merci Donnant. Le Jour de Merci Donnant was started by a group of Pilgrims (Pelerins) who fled from l’Angleterre before the McCarran Act to found a colony in the New World (le Nouveau Monde) where they could shoot Indians (les Peaux-Rouges) and eat turkey (dinde) to their hearts’ content.” [...]
