Smt. Neera Arya

 

Smt. Neera Arya

She was a little known warrior in our freedom struggle. On this 75th Independence of India, we must shower our love n gratitude to Neera Arya and many unknown warriors who sacrificed their entire lives so that we can live in freedom. Let's be generous in acknowledging their extreme sacrifices. I feel she deserves more respect n more likes and acknowledgment.

SALUTING THE BRAVE INDIAN NATIONALIST WOMAN LATE NEERA ARYA -

Smt. Neera Arya* (05-03-1902 / 26-07-1998) - The *brave woman who let her “Breast” cutoff* to protect Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose!

She married *Srikont Joironjon Das* who was a *CID Inspector* in the British police. While Neera Arya was a true nationalist her husband was a true British servant. Being a patriot Neera joined the *_Jhansi Regiment_* of Indian National Army led by Subhash Chandra Bose. Neera’s husband Inspector Srikont Joironjon Das was spying on Subhash Chandra Bose and *Joironjon Das once opened fire on Bose* but fortunately, Bose escaped unhurt. In order to *save* Subhash Bose, *Neera stabbed her husband to death.*

However, after surrender of the I.N.A. a trial took place (Nov-1945 & May-1946) in the Red Fort, all the prisoners were released, except Neera. She was transported to *Cellur Jail, Andaman* where she was *tortured every day.*

A Blacksmith came to remove the *Iron Chains & Fetters* and he intentionally cut-off a bit of her skin and hit her legs with a hammer 2-3 times. *She endured the excruciating pain.*

The Jailer who was watching the *sadistic game* offered to release Neera, if she reveals the whereabouts of Subhash Bose. Neera replied that Bose died in a plane crash and the entire world knows about it. The Jailer refused to believe and replied, u’re lying & Bose is still alive; thereupon Neera said *_"Yes, he’s alive, he lives in my heart!"_* The jailer got furious and said, *_“Then we will remove Bose from your heart”_* The jailer *touched her inappropriately & tore her cloths* apart and ordered the blacksmith to chop off her breast. _The blacksmith immediately took the *breast ripper & started crushing her right breast.*_ The savagery didn't stop there, the jailer held her neck & said I'll *_take off both your 'balloons' out of your chest._* He further said with a *barbaric smile* _"this breast ripper is not heated or else your breast would’ve already been chopped off"._

Neera Arya spent her last days of her life selling flowers and she lived in a small cottage in Falaknuma, Bhagyanagaram. The government of _'independent'_ *(?)* India demolished her cottage alleging that it was constructed on a Govt land. Neera Arya *died on 26-07-1998 as a destitute, unwept & unsung.*.(Source Google details on 'Neera Arya' ,not verified from other sources). The majority of our people are blissfully unaware of all this.

More Information:-

Neera Arya was born on March 5, 1902, in India. She was the daughter of distinguished & eminent businessman Seth Chhajumal. She had been a patriot since her childhood towards her nation. Britishers were ruling India at that time.

Despite being in slavery, she always had the vision to get the freedom of the nation from the Britishers. She participated in many of the freedom movements too. Once she was also accused as an undercover agent by the British government.

When she was participating in the freedom movement, at the same time her father’s business was flourishing in Calcutta, though his father’s business was spread across the country. But Calcutta was the head branch or you can say the center of his business. As the business was spread in most of the parts of the country, her father thus had to travel a lot. When she was on a business trip with her father, she traveled to many countries. During her travels, she also learned a few languages such as Hindi, English, and Bengali.

Her Marriage

The epicenter of Seth’s life was only his business and daughter. He was neither a part of any freedom movement nor wanted his daughter to take an interest in them. Thus he got her married to an Investigation officer “Shrikant Jairanjan Das” in British India.

Though being married, Neera and her husband continued their different ideologies, While Neera wanted freedom of her country from Britishers whereas her husband was working for the British government. So he was a loyal British servant. Her Freedom Movement and joining the Azad Hind Fauz.

Because of her true nationalist attitude, she ended up joining the Jhansi regiment under Azad Hind Fauz after her marriage. Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose was the founder of this regiment. This regiment was working for the freedom movement of the country.

 

It was the time when Neera’s husband Jairanjan Das was ordered to spy on Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, also he was ordered to assassinate him.

 

On the other hand, Neera was promised to be a true nationalist and save Azad Hind Fauz and Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose at any cost.

 

When her husband had fired on Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, fortunately, Netaji escaped death and the bullet hit his driver.

 

Neera was also there. When she knew about this all, she stabbed her husband to death to save the life of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.

 

But when Netaji got to know about this that she had killed her husband. He did not appreciate it. She had to surrender to the British Government for killing her husband who was also a British servant.

Her trial took place in Red fort where she was sentenced to life imprisonment. Neera Arya and Farhan Taj.

In prison, she was tortured every single day. Neera had shared some of her life stories with an Urdu writer “Farhan Taj”.

 

Farhan Taj had written heartwarming stories of Neera in his novel.

 

One of the heartwarming parts of her stories, she told: After the trial, I was sent to Andaman for lifetime imprisonment (Kala Pani). Where all prisoners were stuffed into tiny cells.

 

There were other women same as me, who were serving their punishment. These women were also political prisoners.

 

I was worried always, How I would participate in the freedom movement while I am living on an unknown island in the middle of the sea?

 

I never asked for a blanket and kept sleeping on the ground despite the bitter cold for months.

One day, It was midnight two guards came to my cell and they had thrown two blankets on me. I felt bad about it. But there was some satisfaction of getting blankets in cold. But still, I was worried that I was tied with a hard iron chain around my neck, hand, and legs.

 

But the next day, god listened to my prayer, and the blacksmith came in. He started cutting off the chains of my hand. He had cut some flesh off my hand. I ignored that, but when he started cutting off the shackles from my legs, he had hit my bones 2–3 times with a heavy hammer. It was so painful, I sighed and grieved. And said to him.

Are you blind that you had hit my legs 2–3 times?

It is giving me a lot of pain.

He replied that I can even hit on your heart as well and you cannot do anything about this. I knew that I was a slave there. They can behave in any way they liked. But still, I was angry and in rage, I spat on him and said to him “learn to respect women.”

 

The jailer who was watching all of this incident came close to me and asked.

If you tell us where is Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, we will let you go.

So I replied, he died in a plane crash and everybody knows this. The jailer replied, that you are lying because he is still alive.

 

Then jailer again asked me that this is the last time I am asking you,

Where is he?

I angrily replied he is in my heart, in my mind.

 

Jailer furiously said. “If Netaji is in her heart, then remove him from there.’’

 

The jailer touched me inappropriately and tore all the clothes and indicated to the blacksmith about my breast.

 

The blacksmith immediately took a breast ripper and started pressing my right breast to cut it off.
While they were cutting it off, the pain had crossed all its limits.
The jailer held my neck and said if I ever argue with anyone. He will take off another balloon from my breast.

 

The jailer also hit me with a tweezer that was lying there and said be thankful to our Queen Victoria that this breast ripper was not heated.

Her last days and demise.

 

After the Independence of India, She got out of prison. The rest of her life she spent while selling flowers in Hyderabad.

 

Even her cottage was also demolished by the Indian Government later. The government claimed that her cottage was built over government land.

On 26 July 1998, she left the world with a message to every Indian that “Did she deserve this much in her last days in independent India?”