Academy award winner Robin Williams was found lifeless in his apartment on 11th of august. The media reported that he was suffering from depression. On 12th of august it was announced that he cut his left hand wrists and he died due to asphyxiation because of hanging. Robin Williams was a comedy legend and also starred in amazing films like Dead poets Society, Jumanji, Good Will Hunting.
10 days ago I watched Williams The weapons of mass destruction standup and his standup was terribly funny. If he would’ve died normally, the world would’ve been sad but he passed away, unfortunately, because of depression. Williams’ death should be a wakeup call to everyone. You don’t have to seem sad to be depressed. Depression and all mental illness are very serious. People learn how to cope with it but that doesn’t mean they’re okay. This is a time to reach out to people you know that suffer from depression or mental illnesses and tell them that no matter what you’re here for them whenever they need support.
It’s sad that one of the funniest people in the world had to die for people to realize that depression is an actual illness.
“There were a lot of comments on Twitter about how much Robin Williams was loved and what a shame that he didn’t know it. I didn’t know Robin Williams, but I bet he did know that he was loved. I know that I am loved. Maybe not on a Robin Williams scale, but I have friends and family who would do anything for me, and I absolutely know this. But there comes a point where love does not matter. When things are bad, I don’t care that people love me. All I can see is that I’m a burden, that everything I have ever done is wrong, and that these good people who love me are wrong as well. At my lowest, love cannot save me. Hope, prayers, daily affirmations—none of these can save me. Therapy and medicine are what matter, and those don’t always work either.” –Molly Pohlig
Here’s a series of tweets by a twitter user telling the world to treat depression as an illness.
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The season 3 of Sherlock has came to an end. The fans are back on tumblr and twitter complaining and orgasming over Sherlock’s return and the wedding and also at Charles Augustus Magnussen. Many fans think and also believe that there was no need to kill CAM. You could’ve simply thrown him in jail and cut his contact with the outside world and that would’ve been the only thing that mattered. Instead, Sherlock shot him in the head, he did it because he had Mary’s secrets in his mind palace that could destroy both John’s marriage and his life. So, if observe closely, Sherlock is not helping Mary, he actually killed CAM to save John’s marriage. He can’t see John in pain and suffering again because he knows what the past 2 years has been for John when Sherlock faked his death and started dismantling Moriarty’s network.
The first episode is called “The Empty Hearse” in which Sherlock returns to London because there’s an underground terrorist network and Mycroft wants it taken care of. He comes back and crashes John’s wedding proposal, Startles Molly, Gavin…Graham…Greg is so happy to see him back, Scares the shit out of Hudders.
The second episode is called “The sign of Three” in which John and Mary are getting married and Sherlock has to deliver a best man speech in front of a crowd. In his best man speech, he also solves a murder, well, attempted murder. Btw, i love the way he walks out of the wedding but it’s a shame he didn’t get to dance.
The third and final episode is called “His last Vow” in which Shezza locks horns with CAM and gets shot by Mary. He realizes, Mary is a victim and kills CAM in the end to save Mary’s life and John’s wedding. By killing CAM, Shezza is apparently punished by his brother and the British secret services to go undercover in Eastern Europe. When the flight takes off, every digital screen in England shows a graphic picture of Moriarty and asking, “Did you miss me?”
The last episode was aired on January 12th in the United Kingdom. The fans can’t wait two more years to see their favorite villain back, so, Sherlock now has a Christmas day special episode. The hard working executives has put the production in a fast track mode and they are looking at Christmas day premiere. “The BBC is desperate for a Sherlock Christmas Day special this year. It wants its biggest guns ready,” Steven Moffat stated that he wanted the (new) series to be made as quickly as possible. But, we all know The Moff and Gatiss wants to see us suffer. The network heads share this sentiment as a Christmas special would mean a phenomenal rating potential.
The ideas for the fourth and the fifth season has already been sketched out. The Moff also said, “Sherlock started very well, the second series did better than the first and now the third is doing better than the second … It shows the benefits of starvation – put things on less often!”
The biggest problem is the availability of Cumberbatch and Freeman. Both are working in the third installment of The Hobbit and are very busy in filming. So far, Season 3 has created record ratings and His last Vow pulled a rabbit out of its hat and scored a whooping 8.8 million viewers, which counts as 32.1% of the share.
Sherlock came to an end in India on 17th of January. The numbers India look quite good too! Sherlock series 3 premieres Sunday, January 19, on PBS at 10 p.m. eastern/pacific in the United States.
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Oh man. Sherlock’s BACK, and with a wild hope.
First of all, let me say I don’t envy Mark Gatiss and the writers. They had to set out to accomplish, with style, several very difficult objectives:
1) provide a satisfyingly clever explanation for how Sherlock faked his death;
2) explain *why* he then spent TWO EFFING YEARS after said death not telling John (when he was perfectly okay working with Molly and various other accomplices etc);
3) lay out and respect the seriousness of John’s grief, and yet have them grope towards some sort of relationship again by the end of the 90 minutes; and
4) show how each of these men have changed in those two years apart in a way that makes character sense, because there is no way Sherlock’s death wouldn’t traumatize John, and I’d argue that not even Sherlock would emerge unscathed from the experience of gaining, and then suddenly losing, a bond that pressed deeper than any had ever before.
Like every other fan, for two years I’ve been following the vigorous fan speculation about How He Did It, and I think it would’ve been impossible for the series to satisfy everyone – because of course, there’s only so much you can do without a Derren Brown. I actually think the writers succeeded here in treating this impossible task with the amount of weight it deserved – which isn’t much beyond style, but damn, what style! The Rashomon gallops from the spectacular, to the hilarious, to finally calming down and getting to the quiet and serious bits. We got three gorgeous setpieces that toyed around rather cheekily with our fan theories, showing a naughty bit of thigh here and there, but in the end the answer was: well, we’ll (probably) never find out. Which can be frustrating, but I think it’s also expected if Sherlock is to keep at least some of his aura intact.
“I don’t care about the how,” says John. “What I want to know is the why.” Because out of all the vital plots that needed to be figured out in this comeback, the most important one was this – where are John and Sherlock now? Their odd gravitational pull once seemed practically rebellious in its refusal to not exist like all the forces of logic and reason would’ve dictated, but one of its halves watched it smash into the pavement and the other stumbled away with the pieces into another orbit. Because the very last time Sherlock saw John – yes it was at gunpoint, yes not even Sherlock and his massive brain could’ve clevered its way out of this one, but the point is that the very last thing Sherlock did was crush the beating heart of this show with his own hands.
Because it may bear his name, but the show’s never been about Sherlock: it’s always been about Sherlock and John, John and Sherlock. Moriarty didn’t need to put a bullet through John’s head to destroy that; if he could just make Sherlock hide forever, if he could make Sherlock do something unforgivable, then he would win in the only way it mattered. He didn’t even need to be there to see it, because he’d already seen how it’d play out … Sherlock’s body, bleeding out on the ground, John frozen in place a foot and a lifetime away. Why fulfill your promises yourself if you can make your target do it for you?
In the end, Sherlock did burn the heart out of himself.
Does Sherlock have a heart?
That’s one of the biggest mysteries of this entire show, isn’t it? Even though we know that Sherlock isn’t some unfeeling psychopath who only cares about puzzles like Donovan says, if you think about how Sherlock treats the ‘little’ people around him. well, it’s not typically a pleasant experience for them. From their perspective, he really is this brilliant, clinical freak; this alien species so utterly superior in intellect that we’re just lab rats to observe and dissect and snark. That’s why what unfolds in Reichenbach Falls isn’t unbelievable: Sherlock’s genius is a marvel, but it’s also an intellectual bully that never remembers its victims; Sherlock saves people, yet you always get the sense it’s for himself.
His own pride, his own amusement. We are worthy of his energy only insofar as our puzzles are worthy. Sherlock goes beyond just ignoring social niceties or social norms; Sherlock ignores people. If the game is dangling in front of him he’ll zip over humans and their human things – things like feelings, and hopes, and fiercest needs – without glancing back.
So to somehow get – make – what he had with John is a freaking miracle. Because Sherlock’s not supposed to have the motivation, must less the ability. Because Sherlock only has enemies, or worshippers.
The whole first two seasons is this process of humanizing Sherlock, not by bringing him down to earth but by bringing the earth to him. Through John we inadvertently set off on this exploration of how far Sherlock can be humanized. But look back on A Study in Pink, and look at how desperate and enraged Sherlock was at the cabby dying in front of him, still clinging to the answer with his rodent like smirk to the very end. That was all Sherlock cared about in that moment: was I right? God, was I right? Because Sherlock cares more about being right than being alive.
Sherlock cares more about being right than living.
John sort of falls into Sherlock’s orbit by pure cosmic chance. Maybe if he’d sat down for a rest on another bench, their only intersection in this world would be the one where a mystery rips into John’s life; where Sherlock strides through the soft places with careless elbows like he does in all the other ordinaries, and John’s fist curls in his pocket beside the lame leg. However it happens, John saves Sherlock’s life in A Study in Pink, and from then on he keeps saving Sherlock’s life.
Not that Sherlock pays much attention at first, of course, though John’s sharpshooting is rather handy. But not even Sherlock can dismiss a man as a prop forever, and by being unable to dismiss this other thing, this solid human thing that actually wants to travel and sleep by Sherlock’s solitary roads, to name it quite brilliant where others would say freakish, Sherlock begins to find that he doesn’t really want to dismiss it. That there are things he almost … likes outside the Game. Things that he finds, somehow, in their own way… fun.
John is a fan of Sherlock in the sense that Sherlock is a fan of Sherlock.
Sherlock is perfectly fine if people don’t understand how wonderful and brilliant Sherlock is, but this is a bit of an unforeseen wrench in plans: that finding of the one person in the whole world who shares your secret delight.
It’s quite splendid, really.
John isn’t about to make Sherlock nice or interested in people-feelings or even vaguely presentable enough to take home to your mum, but he does poke at all those neglected places in Sherlock, which then reminds everyone they exist. Sherlock doesn’t have to be ordinary, but he doesn’t have to be a freak either. He can say things like “sorry”. He can feel real fear, and real pain, when John gets kidnapped and strapped to a bomb. He can feel something inside him thud for someone else.
Sherlock has seen a lot of victims, but the first one that really hurts – hurts on an emotional level, not just wrings his brain – is John. He may not have even realized it until he stood on that roof, but he certainly realized it after being forced to shred it up. What is it they say? You don’t really know what something’s worth till it’s gone…
In two years John obviously changes in his grieving – the mustache an amusing physical manifestation of how fast he’s aged inside – but Sherlock to me has changed even more underneath that perfectly preserved peacoat. At first, I was a little disappointed Sherlock seemed so fresh rather than more overtly traumatized, because he’s been in hiding for two insanely stressful years in crime cells, and even more importantly, because this is the first time he’s ever given himself to something so serious – and then had it wrenched away in one fell swoop.
So I would’ve guessed that Sherlock might’ve come back a little cut up, in all honesty. Being lurched back into loneliness after experiencing a tiny glimmer of what Not Lonely might feel like isn’t a trivial thing. But after some further reflection, even though I do still think the tone of this premiere leant to the irreverant/funny side to a surprising degree, I’ve decided that I don’t think Sherlock’s come back Perfectly Fine at all.
I actually think Sherlock’s come back terrified.
Specifically, with regards to John. Everything else is a certainty – London is his old stomping ground, Molly and Mycroft were already in on the scheme, Lestrade will always put up with the collateral damage of being in Sherlock’s life. John is the worry. John is his soul’s open-bottomed center.
Look at how casually Sherlock slips in a question about John as he dresses himself for his return – he frames it as a mission, that the only reason he’s returning to London is because Her Majesty demands it and Sherlock himself is rather eager to return to the hunt. He needs John for the mission, of course; he swerves – in rather clipped, brisk tones, flipping open the dossier – the dangerous notion that he might, simply, need John.
Sherlock doesn’t do serious very well – his main weapon is wit, whether acerbic or insolent. He switches to amusement as he studies the picture, dryly decimating the mustache and then sarcastically quipping he’ll just pop out of a cake. What I want to point out here, though, is that Sherlock’s other main armament is on full display here, and in fact throughout this entire damn episode: this kind of bratty, willful innocence. This determination to just ignore everything he doesn’t want to, this bloody single-minded resolve to just stride straight through and pretend he has no idea these silly humans would have these silly reactions because he’s Sherlock Holmes and he just doesn’t do humans, nope sir. That’s Sherlock’s fallback mode throughout this premiere when it comes to John. When Mycroft raises the unthinkable suggestion that John might have moved on with his life, Sherlock simply scoffs and barrels past – OF COURSE JOHN HASN’T CHANGED AND HAS TOTALLY BEEN WAITING FOR ME FOR TWO YEARS WHAT’S THAT YOU SAY LALALA CAN’T HEAR YOU – with a snort-grimace so transparent that it screams how long Sherlock’s been worried about exactly that.
But Sherlock, being Sherlock, isn’t about to come out and just say it. Instead, he has a good idea – he’ll just glide up behind John and surprise him like a really pleasant surprise and John will be SO shocked – but GOOD shocked – and, well, yay! Even better he’ll pull it off with this really clever and funny prank and so even though John probably hates him he’ll find the disguise – especially that matching mustache – so lovably-dastardly funny that he can’t help but be charmed! Sherlock, you genius!
I have a very strong suspicion that Sherlock does in fact know that his reception isn’t going to be a warm one. I don’t think Sherlock’s emotionally repressed as a character per se, but I do think he’s trying very hard to evade it here, how his insides feel like they’re trying to hollow themselves out. Because Sherlock’s never dealt well with the not knowing, and so Sherlock resorts to what is to him comfort food: a really childish trick that will probably still piss John off, but at the same time be so pathetically sad that John can’t stay mad at him. This is Sherlock saying, you know I’m stupid! Please don’t hate me…?
What’s really interesting is that Sherlock doesn’t lose his balance like this around anyone else. He is in complete and utter control of the rest of his city. He saunters back into Miss Hudson’s kitchen. He waits by the locker to give Molly Hooper a bit of a fright. He drawls his entrance to Lestrade from the gloom with his typical flair for the theatrical. But with John, Sherlock can’t pull off his usual pristine poise. With John, Sherlock has to grab at his Stupid Sherlock cap and pretend he has no idea why they’re not just jumping back into bed crime-solving together because that was totally fun. But what Sherlock’s really avoiding with his grim determination to keep it all lighthearted, of course, is the terror that the alternative – getting on his knees, treating it with the seriousness it deserves – would reveal both too much of Sherlock and not enough for John.
It’s not a joke to Sherlock at all. In fact, it’s precisely because it’s so not a joke that Sherlock has to joke to survive it.
We all know Sherlock can be such a child, but here I think it comes from a more adult place. Realizing that you’ve really, really fucked up, realizing that you really hurt someone, being terrified that you can’t make it okay again…. those are adult feelings, the sort of dangerous waters you only really start to navigate in adulthood. I can’t believe I’m saying it because Sherlock practically seems above mundane things like time but I think he has matured, and you can see it in the way he treats just about everyone with so much more recognizable decency than two seasons ago. He thanks Molly, spends a whole day with her, rips down that insecurity in her heart that says she doesn’t matter. He tolerates rather than eviscerate and drive away Mary on sight, as he has every other one of John’s girlfriends. He resists poking apart Train Man’s “girlfriend” to his face, even though it’s a devilishly easy target. He returns Lestrade’s embrace. He touches Anderson. He talks to his parents! Basically, he spends his first few days back in London affirming to people that they matter.
Most tellingly, he’s now spending time with Arch nemesis Mycroft, and burying almost this kind of concern in his usual snark: admit it. You’re lonely. Because in gaining and losing John Sherlock knows now that loneliness (not just boredom, loneliness) does exist for even people like them, and even though it’s embarrassingly sentimental that kind of half-life’s not enough for him anymore.
That’s why he comes back with a bang. Not in the sense that he developed all this elite skills dismantling international crime in Serbia, but in the way he throws himself into spinning and mending all these relationships that he probably didn’t even realize existed before John entered. His expressions are freer, more expressive – when he’s frustrated, he’s really frustrated; when he’s playful, he’s really playful. When he tries to wrack his mind palace for answers towards the end, you can see his face just contort in pain and desperation. Not that Sherlock’s gone and turned into a jester or an emo, but look at how fully he inhabits his body now compared to when he was languishing on the couch in wait of a mystery to save him … It’s like he wants to catch up on all he’s missed – not just in the last two years, but in the previous thirty-something.
Sherlock really has grown, and I think it says so much that the one person he can’t show it to is John.
That’s not entirely his fault – John doesn’t give him the chance to prove himself after the first re-encounter, and the next instance was hardly the best time for a heartfelt talk. Sherlock saving him deserves a bit of begrudging thanks, of course, but John’s still wary, more willing to fall back into the rhythm of the Game than of John and Sherlock. It’s only the ticking train bomb at the end of the episode that finally provides the needed push for them to let it all out. No more joking now, no more pretending. Their spat is a vicious one, battered by deeper currents than the specter of imminent death: John blames Sherlock for a helluva lot more than not calling the police (why do you never call the police? translates: why do you always do this to me?), and Sherlock is angry-hurt-afraid that this worst scenario of his is playing out, this world where John refuses to accept how seriously Sherlock means his sorry, even though he means it more than he ever has anything in his life.
In the end Sherlock’s Return to London plays out the only way, I think, it could’ve: Sherlock on his knees, begging a distraught John for forgiveness, like it’s the last chance for real this time. And if you really listen, Sherlock’s apology is revelatory of the direction his guilt wanders:
“If I hadn’t come back you wouldn’t be standing there…you’d still have a future …with Mary -”
Sherlock loves playing the over-dramatic, but I think he revealed too much of his hand this time. You see, in his exile, Sherlock probably thought up plenty of scenarios for John in a Life Without Sherlock. Some of these were terribly insipid and colorless and boring of course, Sherlock’s ego couldn’t imagine otherwise; but in others, John wouldn’t feel compelled to shackle himself to a life that strapped him to bombs, or pinned him in front of crossbows, or flushed him into the path of a sniper’s scope. John would be safe. John would have a perfectly ordinary life. And incredibly, because of John, Sherlock’s not so inclined to dismiss those as worse than death anymore.
If Sherlock hadn’t returned, John might’ve indeed found a better life without him.
And yet he returned.
1) A small part of Sherlock thinks taking John back was selfish.
2) Sherlock feels guilty for it. Now this is new. Because worrying about someone in danger isn’t an unfamiliar sensation anymore to Sherlock, but feeling guilt about being the one to place them there? That’s inner conflict. That’s room for character growth. That’s a route I can actually see this season going if it’s a dark one, because in his exultant love for the Game has Sherlock ever really, truly thought about all its consequences? Has the Game ever ratcheted its demands so far as to force him to choose between this life, and the other?
We know how deeply Sherlock cares about John, but does he care enough to let him go?
Of course, we can’t have the series becoming too emotional, so the show undercuts the pouring-his-heart-out scene with a “TADA! It was a prank all along!”, because Sherlock is a lovable troll and Sherlock always wins somehow in the end, including things like John’s forgiveness. It’s almost a relief, because now we can get back to the way things were again without the awkward. But I think the ending gets the point across: every word each of them confessed to the other was true. Sherlock used up his magic trick with John at Reichenbach Falls; now they both know each others secrets.
In the end they return to the same place; it’s just themselves who’ve changed.
- Judging by interviews I have a darker take than Gatiss and co, who have already said this series will be ‘funnier’ than before. I love my camp and I’ve already rambled my feelings above about how lighthearted doesn’t necessarily mean trivial, but I also worry that going for laughs while trying to keep that emotional core will make this series very, very busy indeed. That was probably my main rec for the episode – there were so many things going on here with all veering in tone that it was very difficult for one thread to stand out and hold everything together. The Empty Hearse club, three separate fake-out explanations, Jack the Ripper, Guy Fawkes, London trains, Sherlock reversing the tables on Mycroft, John and Mary, the sequence where Mary and Molly showed they couldn’t make up for the real thing, Sherlock’s parents, John Getting Kidnapped, Sheriarty, TWO Sherlolly kisses, Anderson’s hysterical breakdown, the incredible amount of those flashy fast-forward shots that are this show’s trademark. I know that this is probably setting up several plots for the next episode, but I really think this premiere would’ve worked better if it stripped down some of the frill and allowed more space for the characters to breathe. Let us get to know them again. With Sherlock engaged in such a whirlwind of activity, his character almost seems too stretched between all the people he has to reclaim again. It’s too deft. It’s as if John aside, Sherlock sweeps his life back together with such ease that it almost feels triumphant, when he’s a character who already “wins” so much that a lot of his tragedy comes from the way he pays a price for his victory – in wrapping all his worth in the game, in hurting people he didn’t need to, in rejecting opportunities for something more even when they’re thrust in front of him over and over again. Now, troll or not, Sherlock actually seems to know what he’s doing on a human level – especially with John back on his side – which makes me wonder where he can go from here. I’d be terribly disappointed if he ends up a clever parlor trick, the genius detective that refuses to be housebroken rather than a man who spent two years on the run, and another thirty-something on a different kind of one. As a fan for example I welcomed the chance to see his parents, but I can’t help but feel that this episode would’ve been better served keeping them as a nugget to explore later. Just to watch Sherlock, just Sherlock, in quiet a little bit.
- There’s Something About Mary. She knows about skip codes, she was the one sent the text – something else is going on here. I’d be very curious to see how they met.
- Couldn’t Sherlock have called and have them simply arrest North Korea guy earlier? He didn’t necessarily have to carry the trigger, but they might’ve gotten intel on who did. This entire plot was a bit thin given the stakes Mycroft kept impressing to us viewers (apparently Sherlock is now James Bond).
- Molly’s new boyfriend looks like a bit taller, I approve, but he’s probably a serial killer.
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Forget the ambiguous solution to the Fall. Put the baggy, mawkish wedding episode behind you. Because Sunday night’s Sherlock finale is a scintillating return to form that will melt the Internet and drain the Monday-morning water-cooler within half an hour. His Last Vow ticks all the boxes. For Sherlock Holmes sticklers, the episode is based solidly on an original Arthur Conan Doyle story and also makes meaningful use of plot devices and characters from elsewhere in the canon.
Sherlock fans will be squeezing throughout at twists, turns and revelations – and the cliffhanger ending might just make their heads explode. Meanwhile, general viewers in search of a smart, thrilling adventure and great performances will be satisfied too.
Lars Mikkelsen manages to be simultaneously magnetic and repellent as master blackmailer Charles Augustus Magnussen, the man who believes he can own anyone he chooses. It’s a scene-stealing performance from the Danish star better known to fans of The Killing as mayoral candidate Troels Hartmann. Look out for the shockingly casual way in which he desecrates Sherlock’s Baker Street sitting room.
In an interview earlier this year, Martin Freeman joked that “the show’s not called John yet”, but after this episode it almost feels like it should be. The idea that Dr Watson is simply the everyman foil to the more flamboyant characters is called into question with a neat bit of analysis of John’s psyche. If there’s a let down, it’s the denouement of the main story, which serves Mikkelsen’s character badly and makes Sherlock appear rather naive – but that will quickly be blasted out of viewers’ brains by the mind-boggling final moments.
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It is not the purpose here to trace the history of the revolutionary movement in India. Up to 1914 there were scattered secret organizations, mostly in the province of Bengal, but some outside it also. On the outbreak of the World War, the various organizations saw an opportunity to raise the standard of rebellion throughout India. With this purpose, such eminent revolutionaries as Rash Bihari Bose, Jatin Mukherjee, Sachin Sanyal, V. G. Pingley, Sardar Kartar Singh, Thakur Prithwi Singh, Baba Sohan Singh and others joined together and made elaborate plans in conjunction with some Sikh and Rajput regiments to bring about an armed revolution in India.
But as destiny ordained it, the whole plan tailed through inner treachery, except a formidable rising at Singapore which was subdued by means of Japanese warships and Japanese mariners. As soon as the authorities got scent of the plan of the revolutionaries, the regiments suspected of complicity in the contemplated risings were disarmed and disbanded, and armed European pickets were posted around them. These soldiers were then sent over to the severest fighting zones in France. The Defense of India Act was at once proclaimed, and more than 7000 persons were arrested in the Punjab, U. P. and Bengal.
By 1916, the revolutionary organizations were scorched, though not actually killed. By this time another influence had appeared in the field of Indian politics in the person of M K Gandhi. His idealism and his sacrifice appealed greatly,to the minds of the youths, many of whom began to join in his non-cooperation movement. But the “Bardoli Retreat,” .as it was termed by the revolutionaries, and the subsequent set-back in the non-cooperation movement again gave impetus to the revolutionary movement. By 1924 we again see the springing up of secret revolutionary organizations. In Bengal, as usual, the old revolutionaries began to organize again, but a heavy blow was dealt to them by the Bengal Ordinance of 1925. In U. P. and the Punjab, the different parties organized by Sachindra Nath Sanyal, Jogesh Chandra Chatterjee, Pandit Ram Prasad Bismil etc., combined and formed one party.
At a meeting at Allahabad, a constitution was adopted and the name of the party became “Hindusthan Republican Association.” It was this organization that Bhagat Singh joined when he shifted to Cawnpore. His party name then became “Balwant,” under which name he used to contribute articles occasionally to the magazines .Cawnpore was then the headquarters of Jogesh Chandra Chatterjee, or Mr. Roy as his party-name was, was the Chief Organizer of the party and it was under Jogesh Chatterjee that Bhagat Singh began to work.
In 1926 (August 1925 is the date) occurred the well-known Kakori train dacoity, in which the members of the H. R. A. held up a running train at Kakori near Lucknow, and looted the government cash that was being carried in that train. Vigorous police investigations into this affair led to ramifications of a wide-spread revolutionary organization, and the subsequent Kakori Conspiracy Case revealed many of their secrets. It was at this time that Bhagat Singh went back to Lahore.
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Nathuram Godse is often a misunderstood character. He is referred to as a Hindu fanatic. It is often hard to understand Godse because the Government of India had suppressed information about him. His court statements, letters etc. were all banned from the public until recently. Judging from his writings one thing becomes very clear – He was no fanatic. His court statements are very well read out and indicate a calm and collected mental disposition. He never even once speaks ill about Gandhi as a person, but only attacks Gandhi’s policies which caused ruin and untold misery to Hindus. Another interesting point to note is that Godse had been working with the Hindu refugees fleeing from Pakistan. He had seen the horrible atrocities committed on them. Many women had their hands cut off, nose cut off, even little girls had been raped mercilessly. Despite this Godse did not harm even single Muslim in India which he could easily have. So it would be a grave mistake to call him a Hindu fanatic.
Let us start by studying the motive behind Godse’s act. By seeing the nature of the assassination in public space and Godse’s act of turning himself over to the Police, we can see that Godse did not do this for personal reasons. He very well knew that he would be hanged and his name would be disgraced as Gandhi was considered a saint. And again Godse could have ran away and escaped punishment. But he did the reverse. He called a police officer and courted arrest. Before we proceed it would be wise to understand the backdrop of the assassination.
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, Nathuram decided to assassinate Gandhi.
Nathuram Godse was a learned man, very sharp and intelligent – editor of “Agrani” (one of the most famous newspaper of that time – with Nana Aapte). In his last editorial of “Agrani” which he changed overnight – he said:
“Gandhi must be stopped – at any cost” and he justified why Gandhiji’s assassination was not only inevitable but also a delayed action, something that shud’ve happened LONG AGO.
In Nathuram’s words – ” I don’t refute Gandhi’s theory of non-violence. He may be a saint but he is not a politician. His theory of non-violence denies self-defence and self-interest. The non-violence that defines the fight for survival as violence is a theory not of non-violence but of self-destruction.The division of the nation was an unnecessary decision. What was the percentage of the Muslim population as compared to the population of the nation? There was no need for a separate nation. Had it been a just demand, Maulana Azad would not have stayed back in India. But because Jinnah insisted and because Gandhi took his side, India was divided, in spite of opposition from the nation, the Cabinet. An individual is never greater than a nation.
In a democracy you cannot put forward your demands at knife-point. Jinnah did it and Gandhi stabbed the nation with the same knife. He dissected the land and gave a piece to Pakistan. We did picket that time but in vain. The Father of our Nation went to perform his paternal duties for Pakistan! Gandhi blackmailed the cabinet with his fast unto death. His body, his threats to die are causing the destruction — geographical as well as economical — of the nation. Today, Muslims have taken a part of the nation, tomorrow Sikhs may ask for Punjab. The religions are again dividend into castes, they will demand sub-divisions of the divisions. What remains of the concept of one nation, national integration? Why did we fight the British in unison for independence? Why not separately? Bhagat Singh did not ask only for an independent Punjab or Subhash Chandra Bose for an independent Bengal?
I am going to assassinate him in the open, before the public, because I am going to do it as my duty. If I do it surreptitiously, it becomes a crime in my own eyes. I will not try to escape, I will surrender and naturally I will be hanged. One assassination, one hanging. I don’t want two executions for one assassination and I don’t want your involvement, participation or company. (This was for Nana-Apte and Veer Savarkar as they were against ghandhi’s policies too, Godse wanted to assassinate gandhi all by himself and took promise from Nana Apte that he will continue helping Veer Savarkar in rebuilding India as a strong free nation.)
On January 30, I reached Birla Bhavan at 12 pm. Gandhi was sitting outside on a cot enjoying the sunshine. Vallabhbhai Patel’s granddaughter was sitting at his feet. I had the revolver with me. I could have assassinated him easily then, but I was convinced that his assassination was to be a punishment and a sentence against him, and I would execute him. I wanted witnesses for the execution but there were none. I did not want to escape after the execution as there was not an iota of guilt in my mind. I wanted to surrender, but surrender to whom? There was a good crowd to collect for the evening prayers. I decided on the evening of January 30 as the date for Gandhi’s execution.
Gandhi climbed the steps and came forward. He had kept his hands on the shoulders of the two girls. I wanted just three seconds more. I moved two steps forward and faced Gandhi. Now I wanted to take out the revolver and salute him for whatever sacrifice and service he had made for the nation. One of the two girls was dangerously close to Gandhi and I was afraid that she might be injured in the course of firing. As a precautionary measure I went one more step ahead, bowed before him and gently pushed the girl away from the firing line. The next moment I fired at Gandhi. Gandhi was very weak, there was a feeble sound like ‘aah’ (There are proof that Gandhi did NOT say “Hey Raam” at that time – it’s just made up stuff ) from him and he fell down.
After the firing I raised my hand holding the revolver and shouted, ‘Police, police’. For 30 seconds nobody came forward and I scanned the crowd. I saw a police officer. I signalled to him to come forward and arrest me. He came and caught my wrist, then a second man came and touched the revolver… I let it go…”