His body had wasted away piece by piece.
His ribs had begun to show.
He no longer had the strength even to move.
When the British saw that this 25-year-old young man would not break, they tried to force-feed him by thrusting a tube through his nose.
The tube entered his lungs instead of his food pipe.
Milk filled his lungs.
He writhed in agony, vomited blood, but still refused to end his hunger strike.
On 13 September 1929, inside Lahore Jail, a revolutionary gave his life.
For 63 days yes, 63 days he had not eaten a single grain of food.
History often remembers the hanging of Bhagat Singh, but forgets the comrade who died in Bhagat Singh’s arms.
That revolutionary was Jatindra Nath Das known across India as Jatin Da.
He was an expert in making bombs, but in the end, his greatest weapon became his own body.
He could have apologized.
He could have accepted food.
He could have saved his life.
But he had only one demand:
“Stop treating Indian political prisoners like animals.”
The British believed hunger would crush his spirit.
They did not realize that this was not a body made of flesh alone it was forged in iron.
As his condition worsened, the British crossed every limit of cruelty.
Prison doctors and guards pinned him down.
They forced a tube into his nose.
He screamed in pain, but his resolve never trembled.
When news of his martyrdom reached the public, the nation wept.
It is said that as his body was carried from Lahore to Calcutta, thousands stood at every railway station with flowers in their hands.
In Calcutta, more than 600,000 people joined his funeral procession.
Subhas Chandra Bose himself helped carry his body on his shoulders.
But today, how many still remember that 63-day sacrifice?
Before his death, Jatin Da reportedly said:
“I am no saint. I am simply an ordinary man who wishes to die for the dignity of his country.”
People may debate how India won freedom.
But one truth cannot be denied:
The foundations of that freedom were laid upon the withered bones of young men like Jatin Da.
India’s freedom was not charity.
Someone paid for it with his youth, his pain, and 63 days of unimaginable suffering.
Every Indian should know the price of the air they breathe today.
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Dear @VBkramnik
Forgive me for addressing you publicly, but I feel that the chess world and the new generation need to know about who you are and I want you to remember it as well.
Vlad, you have always been an inspiration to me and to the majority of people who know you, as just like you, dedicated their lives to chess.
The first time I ever got to spend a longer time with you was in Paris, in 2005. I visited you for a short time to train with you, but soon I understood that a person with such a fanatical approach is so far from my personality that I can’t even learn to work like that and be so deeply dedicated to chess. During that time you were recovering from some health issues and the world was bullying you for not being a dominating “proper champion”, despite you winning 2 world championship matches against none other than Kasparov and Leko (who you beat in the last game!). Then came your match with Topalov in 2006 where you showed so much character after a scandalous “toiletgate” that to me was another act of bullying against you. Honestly around that time, after you won I felt like this heroism that you displayed in those years kind of nullified the unfair circumstances that led you to the match against Kasparov in 2000. It was a sign that you are here to change the game. Then your brilliant career continued, and your opening innovations and incredible spirit, in my opinion, make you a top 10 player in the history of chess (in my view 6th or 7th).
So in my eyes, you will always be someone who was bullied and fairly fought for justice.
I will never forget how many times you gave me your helping hand and advised me. How many times have you pushed me towards chess when I was in a state of despair? If I exclude my first coaches, You, together with Borya Gelfand and Gabi Sargissian are my chess parents and I think that most of my Chess DNI comes from you.
My dear friend, I want to share something I feel that I haven't yet shared with you.
The last few years after you retired I to my surprise saw a different Vlad that I never knew.
Vlad that may be because the new chess world does not appreciate you enough ( sports fans and organizations, unfortunately, have a very short memory). A person who faced so much public pressure has turned against the chess world. Vlad, brother, ask all of your chess friends, nobody thinks that what you are doing is good and pure. You are fighting your own demons, and I can understand how much it drains you both mentally and physically.
A long time ago I read somewhere that most of the murders are committed because of disrespect. Vlad, guys like Danya, and David are not the ones that you should be having a vendetta against. I love them for what they are, perhaps a bit introverted but lacking any side of evil in them.
I know you as the biggest revolutionary when it comes to chess. You challenged every single dogma and proved that you understand the core of chess like nobody before or after you. I ask you, as a friend who has always been open and honest to you, please, challenge your convictions. You think you are saving chess from cheaters, but most of us see you as the guy with the hammer who thinks everything is a nail.
We are a family, we can’t go on suing or threatening each other for some weird online analysis that in most cases doesn’t make sense. We all have many friends in the world of mathematics, if you want, let's unite everyone and make a proper unbiased analysis, but let us start from a fresh page.
Your friend, your fan, and your little brother Lev
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I was at the Kensington Oval for the WC finals & this is my version of what I saw at the stadium:
I was seated at long on, it was 14.4 when Klaasen hit Axar for another 6, & single handedly deflated India. By the end of the over India will have conceded 34 runs in 8 balls. Scoreboard read 30 off 30 with 6 wickets in hand.
Players shoulders had dropped. Intensity was gone. South African pavillion which was right besides me, was clapping and cheering, loudest of the day. Fans mostly Indians had gone quiet.
Onslaught from Miller & Klaasen was so brutal, you could feel the eerie uneasiness in the atmosphere. Fans had succumbed to lost cause, shocked at what had just happened, already talking about losing 3 finals in 12 months. Some promising never to go to another game ever. Resigning to weeks of depression and sadness that was going to ensue.
Ball was now given to by no means a lanky pacer. In land of Joel Garner, the big bird, this was a small bird at best. He ran in to complete the formalities, but he had other ideas. He still had 12 legal deliveries or 40% of game to make any sort of impact.
South African support staff just sat a little more upright now. Their plan to score runs off spinners had worked brilliantly, hard part of the job was already done.
Each ball was an event in that over, every delivery he bowled, it felt like electricity would run through entire stadium. All the deflated, undercharged fans and players were getting turbo charged by this genius, one ball at a time. That over did not bring any wicket, but it charged everyone in that ground, he instilled belief it's not fucking over yet. Dropping shoulders were more upright now, nervous energy was rushing through SA camp.
I will do injustice to describe how it felt, but best I can describe is he was the pied piper of Kensington oval, a true genius, a magician was at work that afternoon. It felt like SRK was giving his 70 minute Chak De speech or was listening Nawazuddin Siddique's Bajrangi bhaijaan news report or Vicky Kaushal's URI rally. That over was nothing but a rally cry for the stadium.
Some 70 year old's in first row were banging the barricade, not worrying about their weak bodies, younger ones shouting so loud, their vocal cords would fall off, clapping so hard their hands were on the verge of bleeding. Entire stadium was now turbo charged pro max.
Miller and Klaasen knew they will need to work around this magician. Their skills too pale today in front of his brilliance. In comes Hardik, India's only choice at the moment. They knew this is a golden chance to score runs off this over and game will be sealed shut. Klaasen goes after it and Hardik reaps rewards. Belief even stronger now. Hardik bowls a clutch over, manages to keep the momentum in India's favor.
The pied piper comes back for his last 6 balls. Stadium was already rallying behind him, it was the time to hit the hammer. Jansen who had a poor game until now was visibly under confident. First up to Miller and it was a peach. Jansen on non striker end dreading to face the magician. His turn came on ball 4. Ball flew one bounce to boundary past Rishab Pant, but only after taking one of the bails with it. Grandstand which was built only for this world cup and was a temporary fixture could collapse any minute by the sheer thumping it was taking by the fans jubilant. Dark clouds forming over with lightning in the distance. You could not tell if it was the weather system or our very own Thor's doing who was welding his hammer.
Maharaj coming in next had one job now, shield Miller from this Thor. He manages to do that but only to read 20 off 2 overs. India's best ever had 6 runs, 1 wicket coming off in his 2 overs, but more importantly he had rallied his teammates, electrified an entire stadium and made SA dressing room running firmly on nervous energy now
I witnessed magic, a leader, and a spell of pace bowling in the lands of Marshall and Garner which even they would be mighty proud of.