They Claim the Martyr. Who Owns Your Mind?
Bhagat Singh trends again. Orange posts. Green posts. Blue posts. Same face. Same slogan. Different logos. India’s timeline turns a twenty-three-year-old revolutionary into a party sticker. Ruling benches light candles online. Opposition benches light candles online. State stages flood stadiums with youth and call it revolution. The hashtag climbs. The books stay unread. Listen carefully, student. The man they quote wrote essays against blind faith. He argued with priests and with power. He asked why the poor stay poor while flags stay loud. He did not die so a WhatsApp forward could rent his name for five minutes of loyalty. Watch the theatre. One side wraps him in saffron cloth and calls dissent anti-national. Another wraps him in socialist cloth and calls every rival a traitor to the poor. A third wraps him in a stadium show and sells tickets to patriotism. Same corpse. Three scripts. One goal: your emotion, not your thought. Social media is not a classroom. It is a hiring hall ...
