Down the Freedom Lane…

Down the Freedom Lane...

 

Down the Freedom Lane…

She gave a broad grin as she looked at her refection in the mirror. The occasion was *Dol Jatra and Pratibha had smeared *abir on her face. It was a perfect camouflage to accomplish her mission. A shiver ran down her spine, she was anxious as well as excited. The moment had finally arrived.  A final look at the mirror, a quick review through the belongings in her bag and she was out of her house. People had already started sprinkling colours on each other; everything around was imbued with laughter, merry making and myriads of colours.  Pratibha started taking steady steps towards the *mela ground. Every year, on the auspicious occasion of Dol Jatra, a mela takes place. People from nearby towns and villages gather together from early morning to celebrate Dol .

As Pratibha neared the mela ground, smell of *jalebi, *kochuri and laughter of people wafted in the sky. For few moments, she too got engrossed in the air of festivity, but soon recovered. Her task in hand had to be carried out successfully. She entered the mela ground and started looking for a safe corner from where she could begin her work. After a quick and careful inspection, she found the perfect corner where she could start her work. She hurriedly took out the box from her bag and opened it to distribute its contents to the women and young girls in the mela.  The contents were plastic red bangles with the word “*Swaraj” engraved in golden colour. Pratibha started distributing them as quickly as possible. Time was a big constraint. While distributing the bangles she purposely started chanting aloud “Swaraj !! Swaraj!! The women folks joined her enthusiastically and the whole sky seemed to reverberate with the sound. Soon the police would arrive. She had to complete her task without being caught. Once achieved, then her real assignment would begin…….

The year was 1930 and the place was a small town located in undivided Bengal. Pratibha was quite bedazzled on her first visit to the secret quarters of Comrades. They were a group of young men and women who were endeavouring to free their motherland from the shackles of the colonial rule. The British called them terrorists, dacoits but for the natives they were Freedom Fighters. The group was led by the charismatic Noni Da. A teacher by profession, who vehemently felt the need to raise a voice against the injustices of the imperial rule.  His ways were not passive tolerance but active armed revolution. Her induction in the group was not an easy task. Only the strongest were accepted into the group and the entrance exam was equal for all- catch a cock and cut its throat and that too in a single attempt!! Pratibha’s first cousin Dinesh was already an eminent member of the Comrades and it was through his recommendations that Pratibha got the opportunity to meet her hero Noni Da and rest as she would proudly say Is History!! ……

The distribution of bangles was over…. the female folks were over enthusiastic getting bangles on the auspicious day of Dol Jatra.  Pratibha felt confident as an important portion of her task was fulfilled… now the major one awaited.  She quickly reached for her pistol inside the bag and fired two blank shots in the air, along with it the loud slogans of ‘*Vande Mataram’ echoing in the wind. Suddenly there was helter- skelter everywhere, police had intervened, some of them had noticed the bangles with Swaraj inscription and tried to take them off from the female folks… hence there was resistance and total chaos. Lathi charge and fire shots created a cacophony.

Pratibha took full advantage of this pandemonium and got nearer to her target- Inspector Subir Chandra Das.  She felt repulsive standing in close proximity to the man- this was the person who had initiated  tortures, rapes and  killings of the poor village folks of Basirganj as they had given shelter to two members of the Comrades.  Nirmal, one of the Comrades was shot and Suhasini was captured. She was subjected to gruesome tortures and died due to injuries. But till her last breathe Suhasini did not disclose the whereabouts of her inmates. Before the inspector could comprehend or make any move, Pratibha held the pistol at point blank range and shot Subir on the forehead. A peculiar sense of satisfaction overcame her. She gave a loud cry of Vande Mataram and then like a chameleon merged with the crowd.

This was the genesis of Pratibha’s journey towards Swaraj …. her eyes twinkled with excitement and anticipation of future…

 

### The story short is based on the diary of my maternal grandmother ( Dida) with fictional inputs

 

*Dol Jatra– In Bengal and Odisha, Dol Purnima or Dol Jatra is a festival  dedicated to Sri Krishna. On this auspicious day, an image of Krishna, richly adorned and besmeared with colored powder (Abir in Bengali), is taken out in procession, in a swinging palanquin, decorated with flowersleaves, colored clothes and papers.

*Abir– coloured powder used during Dol Jatra

*Mela ground– fairground

*Jalebi- Spiral shaped Indian sweet

*Kochuri– a deep-fried wheat bread stuffed with spiced lentils, potato, or beans.

*Swaraj– “Self Rule” Indian independence from foreign domination.

*Vande Mataram– pray to Motherland

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