...Harmless Death...

"Harmless Death"..... Thinking over it i have spent usually not more than five minutes and have discarded the idea after failing to find any sense in it. How utterly stupid it seems....Can death ever be harmless?

My friend has given me a small job to do. The poem by Ram Prasad Bismil which goes as "Sarfaroshi ki tammanna; Ab hamare dil me hai;Dekhna hai zor kitna;Baazu-e-quatil me hai....." is one of her favourites and she wished to hear it recited by me doned with all the acts and strong revolutionist's accents that i put into it just for the sake of fun.

After all the fun and play one question stands staring me right into my face. Who actually were these people? Were they superheroes or some very daring and bold creatures who just never had fear in them. The fear of death, the fear of losing loved ones, fear of being heart-broken. Did they not have it?
It wasn't so.
They had every kind of fear what you could ever think of. But they simply found a greater fear- the fear of never being free in own country. Their biggest fear , they turned it into their greatest pride. The pride they had in dying for the country that made them say "Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai" failed anything to be a reason good enough to be proud of.

They weren't destined to die for the nation. None of such martyrs ever knew that they would be doing such a great thing. They chose what their destiny was going to be. They simply chose to do so. They found for themselves a purpose to live or rather die for. They lived even better after they died!

Harmless death was what they had lived and are still continuing to live. They died but such a Harmless Death....