Ch-7
Early next morning, donned with a camera, a note pad (don't know why) and a bunch of pens, I was ready to meet a ghost, take a photograph and interview it! With much difficulty, I reached my abode..... And was I breath taken?!!?? It was a vast expanse of greens, probably of the medieval period... Beautiful flowers and huge old trees, bowed down with the weight of their branches was all I could see.... There were benches, and some of the graves even had some fresh flowers on them. I was startled at first, but then, I was back to my senses...... the thing which startled me was really a huge projecting grave, complete with a private tree and a number of flowers in its fenced vicinity. It belonged to Adm. Sir Joseph Vincesse, "the lowly servant of God, who passed away while serving the Queen and guiding his country, Britain, into victory......"
"Dated on 1857"..... Disgusting was the first thought that came into my mind when I thought of the sorry plight of Indians..... The people who oppressed her have got such a raised tomb and her martyrs..... What have they got? Many are even forgotten. How many of the British officials are still alive in history text books.... Those evil, corrupt ones, who ruined all that India possessed..... Except our determination.... That's the reason why I hate history. And also because our history teacher is not that good.... What was even more fascinating was that I found the cemetery trekking very interesting.... I wanted to unravel a lot of info about the people who have ended up here.... There lives, hopes, dreams, ambitions..... How living in that era felt like.... How, ultimately all are killed by the enemies and still dramatically their last words are..."I love my country.." or "all praises to my country......." I didn't believe in all these crap... But I want to die peacefully away from war.... In a heaven of love and peace.... And my last words being..." Hai Ram..." I was thinking and thinking when I felt a tremor...