Saturday, September 30, 2006

The other side...

"Mahatma Gandhi was assasinated on January 30th 1948 by a Hindu fanatic Nathuram Godse".

Thats the only thing we know about Nathuram Godse. Whether he was right or wrong is debatable. But do we know enough to have a debate...... ? We know Mahatma Gandhi... This is the other side of the story... Extracted from Pradeep Dalvi's play " An Assasin speaks".


Nathuram: No. All the faces are unknown. Actually 'unknown' is the wrong word to use in this ... All your faces are very fresh to me...fresh and new. They are, of course, new to me, but mind you, they are not unfamiliar.

The youngsters among you, were not even born at that time. You must have read about me as a Hindu fanatic in the history written by the government. The middle-aged amongst you must be very confused clinging to their parents, who in turn were running around to save themselves from the massacre of Brahmins as the outcome of the assassination -- asking: 'Who is the Nathuram? Why are our houses being burnt because of him?"

But the elders among you... You must remember me! You must have heard about me on the radio. Some of you might have read Agrani, the newspaper run by myself and Nana Apte. Some of you might have attended my meetings and heard my speeches. Some of you may be knowing me directly or might have met me, but must be refusing the acquaintance after January 30, 1948.

Do you know how old I am? eighty-eight, nearly 90! Do you think I am lying, because I look young? Do you know, the mystery behind my youth is my death. My death...it was untimely, but it was heartily accepted!

I was born at the beginning of this century on May 19, 1910. My father Vinayakrao was in the postal service, my mother's name was Laxmi.

Vinayakrao was drawing a salary of Rs 15 per month. He used to spend Rs 10 on his family and send Rs 5 to his parents. Vinayakrao and his wife had three sons, none of them survived. They prayed to God, had their fourth son, Nathuram. Nathuram survived because they were destined to suffer for their young son's death and Gandhi was destined to be assassinated.

The rest of my life was very smooth.

I never stole in my childhood, so there was no question of apologising to my father. I never took a vow of celibacy as I was already practising celibacy. I was moving around the refugee camps and helping the destitute with food and clothes. But I did not wander half-naked because the refugees were naked. I never spun yarn, never cleaned my toilet, never observed silence till I was hanged. There was only one common factor in Gandhi's life and mine. We were both the cause of each other's death. He wanted to live for his principles and I was prepared to die for my principles.

But the interesting part of the biography of Nathuram Godse starts on January 30, 1948. After the assassination of Gandhi.

In a sense, I lived only for 655 days -- from January 30, 1948 to November 15, 1949. But January 30 was an outcome of January 13.

The central government had taken a decision -- Pakistan will not be given Rs 55 crores. On January 13 Gandhi started a fast unto death that Pakistan must be given the money. On January 13, the central government changed its earlier decision and announced that Pakistan would be given the amount. On January 13, I decided to assassinate Gandhi.

- Pradeep Dalvi in the play " An assasin speaks"
http://www.nathuramgodse.com/index.php?playid=1

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Friday, September 22, 2006

For once I am me......

As everyone else I came crying into this world. I stayed with my parents till I learnt ABCDE... As always someone had decided that I will attend the best English medium school in the neighbouring city... and the crowd is always right...

And I knew that there are Gods .. with capital G's whom we should fear.... I had many in our house... I was told that they are all powerful and I should pray to them.... I did so.. to each one of them...I wonder who told me that...

How much ever I hated school I was forced to attend it...
Someone told me that it's cool to stand first in class... and then I mugged and mugged... day in and day out... I look back and see my result sheets now... my class mates must have hated me like anything... may be it was that someone.... and that somene was always right...

And then there were girls... some very cute.. and some not very cute.. I enetered the sixth grade...and our maam told us that girls and boys should sit separately.... I wondered for many years what made her do that..Some one told me that I should nt be talking much to girls... And that someone was always right....

I entered high school and I liked soccer... and I wanted to be in the school team.... that someone yet again told me that I had to stop playing and keep studying..... the next year I stopped playing... And I kept seeing the # 1 on my grade sheet... That someone was right again.....

I dreamed of doing Arts.......and the crowd rightly decided that I should study science.... someone told me that Arts was not cool enough for a guy like me... That year I worked the most....and I was almost at the top..... I was convinced by now..... That someone is always right again....

The crowd had decided that I will be a great doctor...But for once the lazy me took the other road... I had thought that the crowd is always right.... For once I wanted to be me... And I was never the same again..

I am here to live new stories....... Not to repeat any..

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Two roads diverged....


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost




Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I ....

I may stay here tomorrow... but my dreams may not...
So I hold on to them ... because I have got nothin else...

My heart has a reason.. that my reason does know...
I listen to my heart... because I have got nothin else...

I am here to live new stories... not to repeat any...

I dare to be myself...because I cant be anyone else...



Two paths diverged into the woods... I took the one I felt was right...





Sunday, September 10, 2006

Never had thought...

Never had thought...
That a day as today will come..
When I look back and see the many faces...
Faces which make my story...
Their smiles and their tears...
The smiles which seemed everlasting..
The tears which made me realise...
That 'we' is important than 'i'...
Will I return to them...
I dont know....
But life goes on...
And so do I...
Many more faces are to be seen...
Many more smiles are to be brought...
Many more tears are to be wiped..

Friday, September 08, 2006

From me to you...



When the chips are down...
and the spirits are low...
I close my eyes..
I see a smile..
and the smile is yours...

Like a flash of lightning...
I see a face..
full of calmness..full of grace..
I love that face ..
and that face is yours..

Filled with love..filled with warmth...
they look at me..
I love those eyes..
and those eyes are yours...

Inspiring me to cross many a mile..
there is a heart.....
asking me to listen to my heart...
I love that heart ..
and that heart is yours.


 Happiness is no where else. It is where you stand.