Dear Comrades...

Dear Comrades...

Around 7 months back, I saw a news report... Maoist Special Zonal Committee member Renuka gaaru was killed on March 31, 2025 in Belnar village of Bijapur district by the police as part of Operation Kagar. And the next shot in the news literally confused me and shook me... a huge number of people from Devuruppala and Kadavendi and nearby villages marching for her last rites. Thousands. Maybe more. I couldn’t believe that sight. And the first question that hit my brain was... why these many people? What made them stand with someone who chose weapons and violence?

And people who know me already know one thing... I hate people who pick up a gun thinking they can solve problems with bullets. In a democracy, we already have the biggest weapon... the Constitution, law, education, people, and unity. A gun never gives a long-term solution. It may scare someone for a day, but it solves nothing in the long run. I have written this hundreds of times on blogs, in comments, in discussions... so there is no need to repeat it again. But coming back to that moment... one question started burning in my mind... what did these people who chose insurgency and violence actually achieve? For the very people they claim they are fighting for... what exactly changed in their lives?

So I decided... I needed to see the lives of these people with my own eyes. Not news, not propaganda, not ideology, not books... real people in real places.

So for almost 7 months after that news, I read many articles and many books, especially written by people of Telangana about this struggle. I waited for the right day. And finally one Saturday I got ready and started to the places... to see their lives. I started at 7:45 AM on my Royal Enfield from Hyderabad to Kadavendi. The plan was to cover Jangaon... Kadavendi... Visnoor... Palakurthi... talk to locals and understand their lives.

I will not write this like a travel blog because that will dilute the article and my intention. So I will only mention travel when it actually contributes to the point... After riding for hours, below was the first photo I took, the first communist pillar... and no one knows why it is living there abandoned.

Anyway, I started again... and reached Kadavendi around 12:30. The moment I neared the village, everything I saw was communist red. Maybe it was my mind connecting colors, or maybe it was real... shirts, lungis, towels, houses... everything looked red.

And here we go... Kadavendi... that bend of that nameplate pole itself hurt me...

I went near the memorial pillars of different communists. Stood there for some time. Read what was written. Tried to understand the context behind every name and date. 

And also surprisingly I saw... Sardar Sarvai Papanna's statues as well. Basically he was the one who started fighting against the Mughals and the Golkonda kingdom. (He is from Khilashapur village which is 44 kms far from Kadavendi.. I mean, this village)

Then I met an auto driver. I asked him if there is a library so that I can understand the history more. He said he didn’t know. Don’t get shocked... there are many auto drivers who are highly educated in this country. But this guy didn’t know; that's it. He told me to go straight and take a left to reach the grama panchayat, where people can guide me. By the way, some more picture I must not miss...

I reached the grama panchayat. 

Some people were talking there, and one of the women among them helped me locate the important places of Doddi Komaraiah gaaru. So who is Doddi Komaraiah? He is one among the many who lost their lives fighting against Visnoor Deshmukh's mother's goondas. As I said, a woman near the grama panchayat guided me with directions, and I finally found Komaraiah's memorial building. 

But honestly... calling it a memorial building is painful. It is just seven walls and a gate. Out of seven walls, five don’t even have proper paint or cement finishing. The main gate was half open, and no one was there except a few utensils and one street dog mother and her puppies sleeping happily. I felt so bad. Can’t we construct a proper building for a martyr? So many speeches. So many political names. So many building inaugurations by so-called leaders. But this building stands incomplete. Everyone claims Komaraiah belongs to their caste... but no one completed his memorial. No donation box either.

Then back to the same place again, where the same women helped me to locate his memorial pillar

I tried to find Komaraiah's house. The woman told me the place, but I couldn’t locate it. Even with a full signal and Google Maps (Google Maps doesn't know such a place even)... While roaming, I met a guy. I won’t mention his name here because what he said can create problems for him. He said Komaraiah was not such a great hero like villagers claim. According to him, Komaraiah was just a normal shepherd, 

and among the many who went to the rice mill to protest against Visnoor Deshmukh's mom's goondas... When they went there, bullets were fired by goondas, and he happened to get hit, Komaraiah... so what is so great about him? He said the real hero is Nalla Narasimhulu, but people talk only about Komaraiah here... I disliked that guy instantly. I mean, what is the margin for greatness? He lost his life for a cause, dude... how can someone speak like that? And this is exactly why caste tags should be removed from real heroes. Taking caste advantage of a martyr reduces the scope of their sacrifice. People like me don’t think about caste... we look at the greatness of life. But what about people like him? 

Anyway, I continued searching. Finally I met another guy who actually knew Komaraiah's relative. He called him on the phone. And then is when I got to meet Doddi Bikshapathi gaaru, the elder brother’s son of Komaraiah's gaaru. He showed me the place where the original house stood and where he lived too (now someone else bought both of them and lives there; it's so sad that these are gone; someone should have taught about a library or something there... many of these so-called people are claiming that he is from his caste, so what about them? Can't they collect funds for somthing on there? or can't they ask the government?). 

(In the below frame, we can see his blood relation.. I mean, his son)

We talked about it too... he said what we can do; we are trying to preserve as much as we can... we sat at a place slowly after walking around talking about all such, and I asked him about the history.

He told me that Komaraiah and some locals used to rent Masetti Ramachandraiah’s house and meet secretly at night to plan how to resist Deshmukh and her mom’s atrocities. On July 4, 1946, Deshmukh’s goondas harassed and threw stones at Jampala Lingayya’s house as usual (I mean, their daily dose of harassment to command people). Lingayya came crying to Masetti Ramachandraiah’s house, Komaraiah and others were there. Komaraiah gathered all villagers and marched to one of the ruling offices of Deshmukh. At that moment Deshmukh’s mother Janamma was the one ruling that area. When villagers arrived, goondas opened fire. The first bullets hit Doddi Mallayya, Komaraiah's elder brother then Komaraiah, and both lost their lives at a very young age...  This incident lit the spark, as he is the official first one who lost his life against the Visnoor Deshmukh goondas.

I asked Bikshapathi why the memorial building is incomplete. He said lack of funds for communists. Honestly, it is the duty of the government... or the village... or even you and me. But there is no donation system and no one to manage it. I offered a small token amount to him for helping me understand all this. He refused politely. I expected that.

After that I came back to the same location where the first woman gave directions. Because I had to travel that route to reach Visnoor. And right there I saw a banner of Renuka... the same Renuka who died in the encounter. And for your information, Midko is her pen name and she has many pen names as Midko.

(Disclaimer: The purpose of sharing the picture below is only to show how the villagers are remembering her. It is not meant to incite, promote, or provoke anyone in any manner.)

I did not visit her house because even though I have sympathy, I don’t support people who choose weapons in a democratic land, as I always say. 

Now let me say a little about Komaraiah again. Kadavendi has a HUGE history. Between 1946 and 1951 the armed struggle happened between villagers and Ramachandra Reddy (Visnoor Deshmukh). And the first recorded death was Doddi Komaraiah at just 18 years of age. His death gave people courage to fight. It wasn’t just three villages… around thousands of villages got involved in phases. For British to rule India they depended on princely states like Nizam… And for Nizam to rule this belt, he depended on landlords like Visnoor Deshmukh. And the backbone of this Deshmukh regime was his mother, Janamma (Janakamma).

This woman Janamma came to Kadavendi with around 20 acres but slowly captured hundreds of acres through threats and tricks. And she sat in Kadavendi and controlled around 60 villages single handedly. She had an accountant, Anumula Rami Reddy, who managed the calculations of land looting. She had one son... Ramachandra Reddy, popularly called Kaluga Ravanasura. His father died when he was young. Irony is... his father helped villagers and was seen like a god. But his wife and son became monsters... God knows how it happened. Ramachandra Reddy was very religious and never even looked at a woman. But inside his brain there was only money and power. Worst combination possible I feel...

The image below is of Ramachandra Reddy (Vishnoor Deshmukh).

To build his Gadi he taxed people and he taxed all the villages for all his needs.. it can be small or big... for example, even for his daughter’s marriage he taxed people. Any function... tax. If someone resisted... he sent goondas to rape family members or demolish houses or kill. Not just him... his workers looted villages and became rich using his name.

After leaving Kadavendi... wait... to be honest, many memorial pillars there in kadavendi... I felt their pain...

Kadavendi:

Back to the flow... I started moving towards Visnoor... and finally reached visnoor

and finally reached Deshmukh Gadi too... after some tens of mins of riding. and before even the gadi pic... let me show you you some fun... 

The picture below shows an entrance board that says 'Telangana Play Ground'

But where is the ground? Why am I expecting too much...?!!!

Anyway, here is the gadi...

Ignore the bad background… just look at my Motu bhai, how beautiful he is, right?

A building raised on the backs of thousands who were made to suffer under a merciless ruler…

I saw two bikes inside which means caretakers still watering plants and maintaining the building it seems... Surrounding houses are mud houses. So, what changed? Freedom, I can understand... 90 percent problem is solved... But... that 10 percent is the most important part. Governments, education, and empowerment have to fill that gap.... and that is the most important and that should be handled by governments and education and empowerment. Village has a school, good...The village has a school, which is great… but a school alone is not enough. Development has to reach people...

Village:

Then I met this grandmother. She held my hand. Asked who I am, I said... Then she asked my caste. I avoided. She asked again and again. Finally I told Brahmin. She immediately called me pedda intollu and showed respect left me hand. I held her hand again and told nothing like that.. we are are the same... It hurt me, actually. If I said backward caste would she react same? I tested this many times before. Answer is no. And this caste love is exactly why Deshmukh could rule for so long. I have a friend Ramya... from SC... she beats me in every competition, infact she ate me live many times. I born in a Brahmin family. So, what is the point here? I will never understand this caste nonsense.

Anyway, grandma asked me about my marriage. I said not yet and not interested yet (I cannot tell that I am falling for someone no...). She said she knows someone and I should get married. I laughed, she laughed. She then said, “Now everything looks fine in young age, but when age fades you will understand the need of a partner.” I asked her about her family... she said her sons left her... and even she siad this as well... Politicians promise to fix her broken house before elections. None did. Rain falls inside. She voted for no one this time. So my introspective question wast... where is Maoist ideology in helping her? Where is Communist ideology? Where are government schemes? Where are activists? Nowhere. Guns help no one like her. So, what is the point?!

She even offered me tomato pickle and rice. Then I gave her a small token amount and left… I felt really sad for her.

You may ask “What are you doing apart from writing?”
Well… I am in a process of acquiring knowledge. I am far better than many who simply pick a gun in the name of ideology. I pay taxes fully. I follow rules as much as I can. I don’t harm my own people in the name of so-called ideology. I dare to question the system using the same system… not like people who pick a gun and harm the same society they claim to protect. I dare to stand with the Constitution of India. I know this land has many flaws… but I dare to solve it systematically… not with a trigger.

Anyway… now where am I heading?
To Deshmukh’s police station.

Yes, you heard it right. He controlled the entire village with this police station using his money and power. During the 1940s, the police and the Deshmukh's private militia (goons) worked together from the Visnoor Gadi. To the villagers, this fortress was the police station, the court, and the jail all in one.

And now that station looks like this… see. What did they take with them? Nothing. Nothing is permanent on this earth. What do people achieve by disturbing others’ lives in this short life? Still a question for me.

And just a few feet away from that police station… there is a school. Kids are studying there... thank God, a book has finally won on the same land. One guy was there who looked a bit mentally unstable, but the school allowed him to play inside. How beautiful is that? In cities… somewhere we lost this empathy, I feel.

Anyway, started moving away from Visnoor… took some photos of the village… and once that was done, I headed towards Palakurthi... 

the land where Chakali Eilamma lived. Now you may ask… why am I using the word Chakali? Well, if I simply say “Chityala Eilamma”, how many people will really know who she is? The sad truth is… governments and people promoted her with the name “Chakali Eilamma” so much that 9.5 out of 10 people don’t know her real name. And that 0.5 who know her… also know her as Chakali Eilamma, not as Eilamma.

So I have no other option right now except using that caste-tag name… because otherwise people won’t even recognise who I’m talking about. But honestly… I want her to be known as Chityala Eilamma. Or even better... just Eilamma. A woman who stood up for justice should not be reduced to a caste label for convenience. Same applicable for any... But that’s the state of our society… sometimes caste becomes the brand to remember a person, not their courage.

Honestly speaking, roads are very good... I liked it.. anyway, a few days back I read a book called Viplava Moorthi Eilamma by Mamindla Raajashekar. It’s a short one… but to be honest, I lived it. And I felt really happy that someone actually dedicated a book to her. At least someone.

By the way, I forgot to say… from Kadavendi to Palakurthi, and all the villages I crossed on my bike, I kept seeing Chhatrapati Shivaji statues. When I asked that fellow whom I disliked... the same guy who said “Doddi Komaraiah was not so great” ... he said, “many Maharashtrians settled here long ago so you may see these flags and statues… they are outsiders.” Then I asked him, “which place is ours and which place is theirs?” He immediately changed the topic. I hate people who talk like “this land belongs to X, this land belongs to Y”. In fact my phrase Live.Long.India that I usually use doesn’t just mean live long India… it has a deeper meaning. I will explain it later.

Now coming back… I was finally reaching Palakurthi. I saw many statues... Eilamma, Nalla Narasimhulu, Shivaji, even Gandhi. I took some photos. Even on hostel walls they drew pictures. I was really happy seeing that.

Meanwhile my hunger also started. I tried searching for a complete veg-only restaurant. Impossible. I finally landed on a curry puff and Thums Up. And that puff… literally the worst puff I ate in my entire life. It was so delicate and empty… absolute disaster.

Anyway… my main focus was not food. I was desperate to see Eilamma gaari place. And I also wanted to meet the author. Because in the book he mentioned that he lives near her house.

I liked that book so much because the author took all perspectives... even the people who hated her. Not one-sided glorification. Real writing. And to my shock… when I finally reached Palakurthi, almost no one knew her place. That’s the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. I asked a good number of people... almost no one knew the exact location of Eilamma gaaru’s house in her own village.

There are statues of her… paintings of her… flex boards of her… but what is the point? This is exactly what happens when you focus only on statues and not on the reason behind those statues. I said this many times and I will repeat the same... we have enough statues. The government should focus on the knowledge behind those statues. Push Ambedkar’s works into people’s hands… make people read… then they will understand the logic, the pain, the fire, the purpose behind his life. I bet... ask about Ambedkar to people who hate him or people who follow him… you will find almost no one who read his works. That’s the reality. That’s the tragedy. In such a land… am I expecting people to tell me about Eilamma? Am I a fool? Small wish… ended up with this fate.

I kept roaming around all sides of the main junction. Finally one woman selling fruits helped me. I went there… but again I couldn’t find the exact place because nothing is on Google Maps as usual. Started asking people again. Still no luck. In fact, one guy even irritated me with his no-interest answers and worst behaviour. Again I turned and asked a few people… again no use. So I went back to the same fruit seller. She gave a hint... veterinary hospital. Finally I thought, okay now it should be easy.

And the worst part? The guy who irritated me lives just two houses away from the veterinary hospital and just beside vetarinary is Eilamma's memorial building. Can you imagine? And this same guy told me “I know her grandson” and he took my number also. He gave his cousin’s number but the person didn’t pick up the call. Honestly I decided this guy knew nothing. But anyway I was looking for her house.

And suddenly I found her memorial house... that was constructed by communists. 

At least some happiness. So now I wanted to find her actual house. Started enquiring again. One guy diagonally from the memorial said go to a place called Bodrayi… but he said it is too far. I searched on Google Maps… multiple Bodrayis popped up. And this guy looked drunk too. So I sat under a tree trying to understand where exactly to go.

Then the drunk guy again said Bodrayi like he discovered a new planet haha. Meanwhile the grandson I was calling called back. I don’t know what made him doubt me, but he was answering in a very doubtful way. I asked him, “Why does no one know about her? She spent her life for this land… is this how people treat her?” He said that many people migrated so most don’t know. Then what is the point of just keeping statues? What exactly are we respecting?

He shared the contacts of some of his cousin brothers who still live there. 

I started getting numbers… started calling one after another… and all of them talked to me like I am a suspicious person. Why dude? Who knows. Then finally one of the guys I spoke to, I asked if there is a library. He said yes. So I thought... library is the only hope. At least librarian must know.

Found the library. 

No one was there except one guy preparing for a government exam. Brutally honest... when I asked him about Eilamma… he said not sure. Then I used some sarcasm. Because what are you going to serve society when you don’t even know the history of your own place? Someone travelled all the way from Hyderabad to know about her… and the guy preparing for government job in her village doesn’t know anything? What the hell dude.

He didn’t like my sarcasm… stayed silent and murmured something. Then I asked about the librarian. He said he went out. But this “shitty guy” at least called him. And from that call we got one important name... the ex-sarpanch. Actually ex-ex-sarpanch. People know ex-ex-sarpanch… but not Eilamma gaaru?! God alone can save this country.

Anyway, looks like everyone knows the ex-ex-sarpanch. And that shitty library guy also found another number from someone who walked into the library. Finally it looked like this ex-ex-sarpanch knows everything. So I was able to find his house easily.

Just when I reached his house, I got a call. I don’t want to mention his name because he is one of the guys who wrote a book about Telangana Sayudha Poratam. I donated a some amount to him earlier because he is giving knowledge to society and keeping the fire alive. I don’t want to “publicise” that. Anyway, I was talking to him and this ex-ex-sarpanch was already standing there, waiting. I was on speaker mode because my helmet was on. The ex-ex-sarpanch heard the conversation and even spoke to him. He knows him.

And the ex-ex-sarpanch… really cool guy. I don’t know how honest he is... nobody can judge that in one hour... but he is a good guy who explained everything patiently. 

Firstly… there is nothing there now except land and trees. We will talk about that in a moment. Let me start with what the ex-ex-sarpanch (from congress party) told me.

He said, “There is no communist party here now. They don’t win anymore. Once upon a time there was… now no cadre and nothing. But many people still come here to see her place. Some even take soil and pray.”

Then I asked him... how come no one knows her here then?
He said, people who come are outsiders… from Kerala, West Bengal, even foreigners, and now people like you. If you ask any young person from this street, they know nothing.

It hit me hard.

He told me... Eilamma’s sons are almost not educated. Her granddaughter works in Mahila Commission. Then I asked if she is her real granddaughter. He said no. Sandhya Rani is Ramachandra’s brother’s daughter. And Ramachandra is an adopted son. Then he told me the actual family:

Eilamma had 5 sons and 1 daughter.
She is originally from Rayaparthi mandalam.
She came to Palakurthi after marriage and leased Kondalrao’s land. Now there is a cinema theatre on that land.

When she was handling that land, Visnoor Deshmukh’s eyes were already on it. And when she replied boldly, he got irritated... “How can a washerwoman dare to retaliate?” That’s how his anger began.

While he was explaining all this… someone else came. He said this man bought Eilamma’s land for 12000 rs about 20 years ago. And he got scared when people from Kerala and other places started visiting and asking about her… so he demolished her house.

I felt honestly bad. He shouldn’t have done that. And what shocks me more is... why did her own people sell the land? That itself gave me so much anger. At least the government should’ve bought it and built a library or a museum. But expecting such noble things… pointless I guess.

Anyway he continued telling her story... her greatness, what villagers say, and so on.

She lived 90 years. Many great leaders visited her many times. She got married at a very young age to a very poor family. She was born in Kishtapuram and came to Palakurthi after marriage. Because she was from a poor family she did all petty works... even selling taati kallu (natural version of alcohol) to survive. By doing that they bought 200 goats and sheep. Slowly the family got into agriculture by leasing Kondalrao’s land (and Kondalrao was a very honest man... at his death he had almost nothing left). But as she was progressing… Visnoor Deshmukh and other landlords didn’t like her success. And because she was from a lower caste, it added fuel to their ego.

Her daughter was molested by Deshmukh’s goondas. They tortured many women physically and mentally. Still Eilamma did not step back.

In 1944, people like Nalla Narasimhulu, Doddi Mallayya, Mocherla Komaraiah and others started Andhra Mahasabha to educate people in Telugu about their rights and to fight rulers like Nizam and Deshmukh. In the 11th Andhra Mahasabha, 15 people from Palakurthi went to it... that moment inspired Eilamma and her husband. They actively worked and created something called Guptala Sangam... a branch of Andhra Mahasabha... to educate people and stop landlords.

It started with just 15 people and grew to 180 in a very short span. The landlords found out and planned to destroy the sangam. They sent hundreds of goondas... but nothing worked. These people stood strong.

Some landlords even forced her to leave that land and offered different land. Still they stood strong. So all these muscle, money and power guys took oath to stop Andhra Mahasabha and communism... and they started with Eilamma. They sent goondas to loot and disturb her… she still stood strong. She was not only a fighter, she was extremely intelligent. She walked alone many times. No fear.

In February 1945, her husband Narasayya and two children Somayya and Lachayya were illegally arrested by police. She still didn’t bend. She walked 100 km alone to see them in jail. Deshmukh used police + goondas and tortured not just her but many supporters. In one situation she even fought them with a stick... that’s why statues show her with a stick.

Communists supported her with muscle and help. But Deshmukh and his son Babu Dora were horrible.

Babu Dora was worse than his father. They made 12 women play Bathukamma without clothes. They raped many. Razakars were terrible but these guys were no less.

Communists and Mahasabha decided to start educating women more and more... and Eilamma was the spine of that movement. Some might say “what did she do?” Those people do not know what she went through. Her own daughter was abused. She lived with that pain till end but never stepped back.

In this war many communists died. People joined the armed struggle rapidly. All these people lost lives for a cause.

Nowadays many claim to be her descendants... but honestly the people who continued her fire are the real descendants.

Even after Babu Dora and goondas continued atrocities, when the communists caught him, they killed him with stones and all daily wage tools near Jangaon. That incident scared Deshmukh. He ran to Hyderabad and returned after a long time. Even after that he tried selling the same land he looted.

and coming to her... Many great leaders like Sundarayya came to see her. She lived peacefully later and died at 90 years. From 1980 to 1985 she lived in Chityala Lachayya’s (son) daughter Lonka Aandalu’s house. And she told them... “If I die, don’t leave me here… take me to Palakurthi. Great leaders will come to see me and that house won’t be enough.” They fulfilled her wish. On 10 September 1985, she left this earth. Many leaders came… many offered sarees… many gave speeches. She is a legend. Her legacy must continue. There were 4000 people who lost lives in these fights... people should not forget them.

That’s how we ended the conversation. Took some photos. 

Beside me was the ex-ex-sarpanch from Congress who explained everything... very friendly guy. And behind me… is the land which once had Eilamma’s house.

And it was sold out. Like I said before.

After all this, I started returning home… with a little less pain than the moment I realised almost no one knows about her in her own village. Honestly, many things hurt me. Governments should focus more on educating people about her and people like her. Yes, naming buildings after them helps… but it helps maybe 1 out of 100. That’s not enough. Their life stories should be spread everywhere. Push their biographies. Push their names through schools, libraries, leaders. Anyway, with all this in my mind, I was riding back home.

I really wanted to donate something to one of the authors who helped me understand these places. I had his number. I called him and donated him some amount I wished to. 

I won’t reveal his name or his book because that might hurt his sentiment or look like I am showcasing him as I said before. And also, he is actively trying to survive in politics... a poor politician, I can say.

There are hundreds of names that should be mentioned here… but I was able to visit only a few. There are many gutsy people like Nalla Narasimhulu whose names should be remembered. But if this article becomes too long, I don’t know whether people will continue reading or not.

My sympathies to all the people who lost their lives in these battles. But the people of today need to understand one thing... the fight that people like Nalla Narasimhulu, Eilamma, Komaraiah and many others fought is totally acceptable and respectable… but please do not choose the insurgent way now. We got a well-structured Constitution. We have so many legal ways to lock the devils of society. Use law with the same strength.

I honestly felt chills when I was going through Kadavendi. And when I saw Maoist Renuka’s writings… all her education, brain, talent, everything is gone… for what? For whom? For how long? For the next generation’s sake… let’s try Constitution once.. the hardest possible way like you are trying now, but a legal way... This is the most golden way to fight.

We are living in a beautiful country where we have many legal options to deal with issues. I totally agree that we have corruption. I totally agree that it is very hard. But it is not impossible if we choose the Constitution.

I really really wish every Maoist reads this article.
With all these years of gun fights, what exactly did you achieve? And do you really think land reforms happened only because of guns? Come on.

We have only one life. Live and let others live. The people who don’t let others live should be handled by the Constitution, not by guns. Yes, the system has loopholes… but can’t you give one honest try for it? Keeping my hand on my heart I am saying this... it works. The system is corrupted, but it is not completely… and there are people who fight legally too and win more bigger battles. And legal battles create long-run changes with high impact.

Now who will bring back people like Renuka and many such who had brilliant brains? We could have gotten another Sri Sri if she lived and chose pen and Constitution instead of gun and Maoism. Even China stopped following Maoism and i laugh if you say that they follow communism... the way they preach here… then why are we?

How many people’s lives changed because of endless weapon choosing? I am not blindly supporting the government either… we have seen, seeing, will see governments misusing the system and we have seen, seeing, will see many functional systems collapsing day by day. But let’s honestly find a legal way to handle these... because the solution lasts long... 

I am a big admirer of Sri Sri gaaru, but I use his writings to motivate myself to fight against the system legally, not violently. Just one hard try is what you people must dare... just one...

Dear Comrades… this is my wish...
As an Indian… as your brother… as your son... I wish, I wish...

Live. Long. India.
Janaki Rajesh D.

Disclaimer: Visuals and historical references in this article are for educational awareness only. Not to glorify or promote any armed movement or ideology. I advocate a peaceful and constitutional path only, in accordance with my Article 19(1)(a) Freedom of Speech and Expression; this is an absolute fit. Infact, it is my fundamental duty too... It falls under 51A(h).