Chaar Sahibzaade: Rise Of: Banda Singh Bahadur ((hot))

Lachhman Dev fell at his feet. “I sought moksha , Master. But I have seen what Wazir Khan did to your children. What use is liberation when tyranny dances on the graves of innocence?”

When Banda Singh entered Sirhind, he did not go to the palace. He went to the cold, dark well where Mata Gujri had breathed her last, and to the spot where the wall had been sealed over the Sahibzaade . He stood there for a long time, his head bowed. chaar sahibzaade: rise of banda singh bahadur

“You do not understand,” he said, spitting blood. “I am already a slave. I am the Banda —the slave of the true King. And a slave does not betray his master.” Lachhman Dev fell at his feet

The tide turned when Banda Singh personally led a suicide squad of 500 men directly at Wazir Khan’s elephant. Arrows flew past him. A musket ball grazed his shoulder. He did not flinch. He climbed onto the howdah, his blue robes now black with mud and gore. What use is liberation when tyranny dances on

The air over Anandpur Sahib was thick with smoke and the wails of widows. The year was 1705. Young Banda Singh, then known as Lachhman Dev, a humble Bairagi recluse, felt the chill of betrayal seep into his bones. He had come to seek the blessings of Guru Gobind Singh, the tenth Sikh Guru, only to witness the aftermath of the terrible siege. The Guru’s mother, Mata Gujri, and his two younger Sahibzaade —Zorawar Singh, just nine, and Fateh Singh, only six—had been martyred. Their bodies, bricked alive by the tyrannical Nawab of Sirhind, Wazir Khan, had become a testament to a cruelty that defied comprehension.

“You seek liberation, recluse?” the Guru asked, his voice a low rumble.