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The Spirit of Brinda Tiwari

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On my last visit to Barrackpore, my father took me to this Ashram. I was little amazed, as my father is an atheist so the ashram, the visit, my father didn’t match up. I knew he would tell me soon why we were there at Brinda Baba’s Ashram. This little place is located in the lush green depths of the army cantonment area of Barrackpore. Baba entered the ashram, but didn’t go towards the temple, instead he started walking towards a marble block mounted on a concrete pillar. The faded marble block solved the mystery to why my father was interested in visiting this ashram.

Brinda Tiwari was a mere sepoy (soldier) in the Indian British Army, unable to stand the atrocities and tortures of the British Commanders, he revolted single handed against the British and killed few officers in 1824. He ran away to his village before the army could catch him. The unforgiving British army found him few years later from one of his relatives place. He was brought back to Barrackpore where he had killed the officers. He was hung to death from a huge Peepal tree. He was refused his final rites, and his body rotted and decomposed as it was left hanging from the tree. This was done to set an example for the other Indian Sepoys in the British Army. To show them the consequence of revolting against them.

But soon after stories began to run, that his spirit still lurks the place, and any British Officer passing that area at night saw his ghost, and never returned alive. Even in death Brinda was taking his revenge. The stories were so infamous among the British Army, that most officers refused to cross the area at Barrackpore Cantonment at night, even when it was required.

The temple and ashram was built later by the Indian Army, in memory of the brave heart. The Peepal tree where he was hung, still stands tall in the ashram, reminding us of the carnage of that era. Even now the local says, Brinda Baba watches over them and protects them from the enemies from outside. If you are in Barrackpore, do visit this historical place, and soak up the glory of a man, who was unbeaten even after death.

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