A letter of Mahatma...

Dear Indians(of undivided India)

Hope you people are enjoying your independence...I am mohandas..You might have read about me in

your textbooks.People use to call me Mahatma ,but i was just a common man.Give me a chance to

walk you through my life of struggle,freedom.....and downfall. All through my life I fought for

Complete Independence(purna swaraj)...The only weapon i had was Non-Violence.I devoted my

complete life for my country and its people...and ironically it is the same country which has taken the

life out of me.I died a couple of year before they declared me dead.

I cannot teach you violence, as I do not myself believe in it. I can only teach you not to bow your heads before any one even at the cost of your life.

The only freedom i dreamt off was through the means of Non violence. I am telling you an

incidence....The wave of complete Independence was sweeping though out the country during 1930's.

The Civil Disobedience movement was on its peak ....but I called off  the movement because of the

violence created by people at Chauri Chaura....i was not wary of any form of criticism....but i believe

freedom could not be achieved at expense of someone's life...

“I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any.”

Thousands of bullets couldn't have given me pain tantamount to a even a single hindu - muslim riot. The country  was stepping  towards Independence but engulfed by the wave hate and communalism. Not in my wildest of dreams i have seen my self fighting with our own people .Independence of India Act has been passed by then...But the cost of it was something both countries have to pay in centuries to come...Still I had courage to fight against a full british empire...but i was too old to fight with our own people...Nehru was giving historical speech of tryst with destiny....but i didn't had courage to join the celebration over the funeral of my brothers....While Delhi was celebrating country's first independence...I was fasting unto death at calcutta...The flood of Communalism was sweeping away nationalism.....but though the barrier of old mahatma(till his last breath!)

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now i am no more but i have a question to ask.Where is my country Bharat for which millions of my fellow brothers died for?

you fought for your freedom but got hostage by your hatred. It isn't the India we died for.Today you are killing your brother in the name of your religion,choosing the leader not for the sake of your country but for the sake of your community. what Godse killed was just my body but you people are murdering my soul every single day!

Hey Ram!