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Friday, November 18, 2005


From my friend Sanket's Blog

Godse's defense speech in court (a must read)

This is the speech given by Nathuram Godse in the court when he was tried for the murder of Mahatma Gandhi

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 one, I came to believe, could win and preserve the national independence ofHindustan, 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 nfluence 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


Talk about timing:



Friday, November 04, 2005

He He Ha Ha

From Kirans Blog. Love it.


Hi guys
The title is created out of two words - mailing-list and sudoku.

M a l i s k u

upon a time, there was a small town with 24 houses where 24 people
lived. They were called Alpha, Beta, Gamma, .. Psi, Omega. It was a
small town.

They never made any enemies with each other.
In fact, they were the best of friends. If anybody had to leave the
town on any business, he would get very irritated. He would keep
cursing until he got back to the town. He would feel a terrible longing
to return to his friends, to party and to rejoice.

They hardly did any work other than partying. They never grew tired out of it - they seemingly had unending appetites for it.

weird bunch of people, they were. They were totally inseparable. It was
hard to talk of anybody without mentioning the entire bunch of 24.

day, they discovered a new game. It was a pretty fun game. They called
it "malisku". They put up a large wall in the centre of the village.
Each one of them would then go and paste a paper on the wall - with a
sentence written on the paper. They could do it every day. The goal was
to make a story on the wall, a story in which each person would

The tricky part was that they would not meet
each other or see each other. They stayed in their houses and stopped
seeing anyone else. Life became different, but it was pretty much fun
though. They would spend time attending other jobs. Or they would keep
thinking about what they would write on the paper. Or they would
plainly keep on sleeping.

The people grew accustomed to
the wall. They liked it. It was filled up pretty enthusiastically too.
An interesting story started to get built up. Sometimes the story had
twists and sometimes it had none. But mostly, it went along.

In the paper slips, people soon began to identify the ones written by Epsilon.

They went like this,
"hee hee ha ha haha hahaa",
"heee heee hee hee />"ha haha haa hhaa x-)"

day, somebody pointed out that these messages made no sense. They were
not contributing to the story. He said Epsilon should paste meaningful
sentences instead. Somebody else said no. He said he liked the
messages. These messages added to the humour part of the story, he
said. Then life went on as usual with the wall.

But one day, something strange happened.

found a paper slip on the door of his house. He was surprised. It was
signed by Gamma. It said "Sigma is dead. I am sure of it. She has not
come out of the house for days. I know it is against the rules - but I
have been spying on her. She is dead ! "

Then Delta felt
sad, he wanted to investigate. But he did not go speak with Gamma. It
had been a long time since he did some speaking - he had lost the habit
of it. Speaking felt strange. So he posted a paper slip on the house of
Gamma. "Let's go find out. Let's tell others too ! "

The next day, there were two paper slips on the houses of Delta and Gamma.

"They were dead ! They were all dead !! I have seen them personally. They are as cold as bones."

"They are dead ! Dont know when they died. I could not move them an inch. They were as dead as stones"

had found a girl who was sitting on a table, writing something on the
paper slip. But she was not a girl, she was a skeleton. The fingers did
not move. The body was locked into a stillness when the girl died, when
she died trying to write a message.

Delta had found a boy
digging into the ground. In fact, the boy had shoveled up 25 feet of
the ground. But then he died - standing as cold as a stone, with the
shovel in his hand. Delta had found a skeleton holding a shovel.

had found a boy who was standing in front of a mirror. He had been
looking into it continuously, and then he died there. Gamma had found a
skeleton looking into the mirror.

But the wall continued to display new messages.

Beta wrote. "They went on a holiday."

Gamma wrote, "They were dead."

Delta wrote, "Yes, They were all dead."

Epsilon wrote, "Hee hee />
Alpha wrote, "So they moved into a hotel"

Beta wrote, "Was it nice ?"

Alpha wrote, "It was nice"

Epsilon wrote, "Ha ha hahaa"

Gamma wrote,"....."

Delta wrote, "....."

Alpha wrote, "And they moved out of the hotel"

Later that, Gamma and Delta never wrote on the wall. But Alpha and Beta kept on writing. And Epsilon kept on writing too.

But there was something in the town that happened.
They were all dead !

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