Category : Stories

Sub Category : Historical Fiction

Year 1896:The fire of revolution is burning all over India. The inhuman oppression of the British rulers continues on the Indians. Standing on a plot of land in the middle of the sea, some distance from India, I am a banyan Tree. Sadly, there are no people living near me in this area of Port Blair. Suddenly today many people started to build something here with brick and stone. It seemed to me that at least now here will be a human settlement. I was happy. 


Year 1906:oh my gosh! It took ten years to make it. But wait, this is no human settlement, it is a huge scary jail!. Oh now I got it it is in fact another way of further oppressing the Indians and bury their voices, Kalapani or the Cellular jail. 


Year 1907:Batukeshwar dutt, the heroic son of mother India was brought to  jail today with the honorable freedom fighter Veer Savarkar. All the other prisoners raging in gorge with the same tone in their voice, "Vandeeeee Maaataraaam" .Suddenly they had to go quiet, soft whispers could be heard... "Quiet everyone! White devil David is coming" With the sound of heavy boots , came David Barry and shouted.. "James!, hey James! ".military major James Pattison Walker entered. Pointing towards Batukeshwar and Veer, David asked," who are this fellows? "James answered.. " New prisoners, take good care of them, "and then both of them started laughing hilariously. But the two heroic sons of mother India did not get even a bit scared to that. Seing that, both James and David were shocked and got more angry. The two freedom fighters were thrown into their cells. Hardly any light came to that 5/3metre cell from the small ventilator above. And in that small cell there was only 1litre of water for drinking purpose and another one litre for washing purpose. 


Year 1908:I cannot see the inhuman torture on the Indian freedom fighters anymore. Some prisoners tried to flee last night and unfortunately got caught. They will be hanged today. There! They are being taken to the hanging house!. May the souls of these heroes rest in peace. Oh gosh! they are being hanged and still crying Vande Mataram! And that sound can be heard from the eating place and as if the other prisoners are also going through the same pain. 


On the other hand, after beating the coconut peels with that heavy hammer for taking out it's fibres since morning,Veer was terrified to see his own blood all over his hands. Yes, this is how inhuman the torture done to them are. They have to extract atleast 30pounds of coconut oil and 10pounds of mustard oil everyday which is physically impossible. And for the crime of requesting a glass of water, Veer was thrashed hard by David Barry's men today. 


Year1909:After two years, today Babarao Savarkar and Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, the two brothers came to know about each other's existence in the jail. They both bursted out crying in both happiness and grief. 


Year1930:It has been 24years since the prisoners are getting tortured and some of them have even committed suicide!. Like Induvushan Roy was found hanging in the cell with a torn piece of his own kurta. Some of them have even gohn mad. But today is a special day since all the prisoners together started a hunger strike today. 

It has been a few days since these prisoners are going through the hunger strike. Wait. What is that! Mahaveer Singh is being taken away! His hands and feet tied, a funnel put into his mouth and those oppressors are trying to feed him a solution of egg, milk and sugar! All the prisoners are terrified when suddenly the bell rang, it is 8pm.the solution have gohn into mahaveer Singh's lungs. The doctors are struggling to save him. All of a sudden all the prisoners started shouting "Inqalaab zinaabad", then there was a sound of firing of a gun and in front of everyone it was announced, Mahaveer Singh, dead. And his sacred body was thrown into the huge sea of Andaman. 


Year1947:India is independent today the wave of happiness has crashed on the shores of India and even I am enjoying it. But I did not forget, I still remember the last cries of those selfless freedom fighters. I feel their grief in all my branches till now. I remember, I remember every drop of tear, every drop of blood and sweat which fell from the bodies of those heroes.  I will never forget the ray of selfless heroism that enlightened the calm dead face of those brave sons of mother India.