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Veer Savarkar: A Life of Fire and Freedom

On this day, 26 February 1966, India bid farewell to one of her most fiery sons—Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, remembered as Veer Savarkar. His life was a saga of courage, sacrifice, and unyielding devotion to the motherland.

Early Days in Bhagur

Born on 28 May 1883 in Bhagur, near Nashik, Maharashtra, Savarkar grew up in a household that valued tradition and resilience. His father Damodar Savarkar and mother Radhabai nurtured him with discipline and cultural pride. The early loss of his mother left a deep mark, but his elder brother Ganesh Damodar Savarkar (Babarao) became a guiding force, instilling in him the spirit of nationalism.

Education and Awakening

Savarkar’s brilliance shone early. He studied at Fergusson College, Pune, where he organized students into nationalist groups. Later, in 1906, he sailed to London to study law at Gray’s Inn. But his true classroom was India House, a hub of revolutionary thought. Here, he wrote the seminal work “The First War of Indian Independence” (1909), boldly portraying the 1857 revolt as a national uprising rather than a mere mutiny.

Into the Freedom Struggle

Savarkar’s youthful passion transformed into organized resistance. He founded the Mitra Mela, which evolved into the Abhinav Bharat Society, a secret revolutionary network. His writings and speeches inspired countless youth to dream of a free India. Arrested in 1910, he was sentenced to life imprisonment and transported to the dreaded Cellular Jail in Andaman. There, he endured unimaginable hardships, yet his spirit remained unbroken.

Later Years and Ideology

Released after years of confinement, Savarkar was restricted to Ratnagiri, where he turned his energy toward social reform. He championed the abolition of untouchability and promoted cultural unity under the banner of Hindutva. As president of the Hindu Mahasabha, he became a voice for national identity, though his political views often sparked debate.

The Last Breath

By 1966, Savarkar felt his mission was complete. In February, he chose “Atmaarpan” (self-renunciation)—giving up food and medicine, surrendering his body to nature. On 26 February 1966, at the age of 82, he passed away in Bombay (now Mumbai), leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire and challenge generations.

Closing Reflection

Savarkar’s life was not just about rebellion—it was about vision. He combined the fire of revolution with the pen of a historian, the discipline of a reformer, and the conviction of a nationalist. On his death anniversary, we remember him not only as a freedom fighter but as a thinker who dared to redefine India’s destiny.

On this day, let us remember Veer Savarkar’s courage, sacrifice, and vision for India’s freedom.

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