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A Glimpse of Freedom – Story of Neera Arya

So many tortures were given and Nehru says freedom from the spinning wheel? Story of Neera Arya. My breasts were cut while in jail! The touching saga of freedom struggle. Must read once, the full biography of Neera Arya (1902 – 1979):

 

Neera Arya was married to CID Inspector Shrikant Jairanjan Das in British India. Neera killed her officer husband Srikant Jairanjan Das in the British Army to save the life of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.

 

Neera has also written an autobiography. A heartwarming part of this Atma Katha is presented –

 

Born on 5 March 1902 in the then United Provinces’ Khekra Nagar to Seth Chhajumal, a distinguished businessman, Neera Arya Azad was a soldier of the Rani Jhansi Regiment in the Hind Fauj, who was also accused by the English government of being undercover.

 

They are also known as Neera Nagini. His brother Basant Kumar was also in the Azad Hind Fauj. His father Seth Chhajumal was an eminent businessman of his time, whose business was spread across the country. Especially in Calcutta, his father was the main center of business, so his education was initiated in Calcutta.

 

Many folk singers also wrote poems and bhajans on the life of Neera Nagin and his brother Basant Kumar. He died in 1998 in Hyderabad.

 

Neera Arya was married to CID Inspector Shrikant Jairanjan Das in British India.

 

Neera killed her officer husband Srikant Jairanjan Das in the British Army to save the life of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.

 

After the surrender of the Azad Hind Fauj, when the trial took place in the Red Fort, all the prisoners were released, but they were sentenced to black water for the murder of their husband, where they were tortured.

 

After independence, he lived by selling flowers but did not accept any government assistance or pension.

 

Neera has also written an autobiography. A heartwarming part of this Atma Katha is presented –

“When I arrived in Andaman from Kolkata Jail, our place of stay was the cells in which other women were political criminals or lived.

 

We were locked in the cells at 10 o’clock in the night and the names of the mat, blanket, etc. were not even heard. There was a worry in my mind that how would we get freedom while living on an unknown island in this deep sea, where there is a need to leave the attention of laying on the cover.

 

As soon as he hit the ground and sleep too. At around 12 o’clock a guard came with two blankets and threw them up without even speaking. The fall of the blankets and the breakdown of sleep also occurred simultaneously. It felt bad, but satisfaction came after getting the blankets.

 

Now only he was with the pain of an iron bond and the care to stay apart from Mother India.

 

“As soon as the sun came out, I got khichdi and the blacksmith also came. A little leather was also cut while cutting the handwriting, but when cutting the shackles from the feet, check the foot bone with a hammer only two or three times to see how strong it is.

 

I once grieved and said, “What is the blind, which kills in the foot?” “Will we kill even in the heart, will we?”

 

He told me. “I’m in bondage, what can I do with you …” Then I spit on them, “Learn to respect women?”

 

The jailer was also with him, he said in a loud voice, “You will be abandoned if you will tell where your Netaji Subhash is?”

 

“He died in an air crash,” I replied, “the whole world knows.”

 

“Netaji is alive… You lie that he died in an air crash?” Said the jailer.

“Yes Netaji is alive.”

 

“So where are you?”

 

“They are alive in my heart.”

 

As soon as I said the jailer got angry and said, “Then we will remove Netaji from your heart.” And then he put his hand on my floor and tearing my courtyard again pointed to the blacksmith. … The blacksmith used a big jamb like a tool to cut the leaves growing here and there in Phulwari, lifted the breast ripper and pressed my right breast into it and went to bite it … but there was no edge in it, Minister, we hold unbearable suffering Tuँta was Urojon (breasts) to the other side of the jailer was holding my neck and said, ‘If the tongue battle you these will be separated from the balloon chest …’ ‘

 

He then licked the flimsy weapon on my nose and said, “Venus as if Queen Victoria had not heated it with fire, if it had been heated with fire, your two breasts would have been completely crushed.” Salute to such a devotee. After independence, he lived by selling flowers but did not accept any government assistance or pension.

 

Jai Hind, Jai Maa Bharati, Vande Mataram !!!

आजादी की एक झलक?????इतनी यातनाएं दी गईं और नेहरू कहता है चरखा से आजादी मिली? नीरा आर्य की कहानी। जेल में जब मेरे स्तन…

Geplaatst door Premjeet Gupta op Donderdag 31 oktober 2019

 

Only after reading, does the soul tremble, those who have spent their past will know that they salute such revolutionaries!

 

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