🧵 Have you ever wondered why you grew up knowing more about Akbar’s court than Raja Raja Chola’s kingdom? Why did Aurangzeb's cruelty become a footnote, while Shivaji’s courage became optional reading?
This article is not just history, it’s a rebellion.
Read it till the last word, and you’ll understand what they never wanted you to know. This isn’t just an academic failure. It’s a theft. A theft of your identity. A theft of the thousands of years when Bharat ruled itself with wisdom, valor, and dharma, long before a single Mughal set foot on our sacred soil.
This article is not just history, it’s a rebellion.
And once you know it, you’ll never look at India the same way again.

🧵 They said Gandhi’s Ahimsa would live forever.
But the man who shot him proved otherwise, not with a gun, but with how he died.
Nathuram Godse didn’t just k!ll Gandhi with bullets.
He shattered Gandhi’s idea of non-violence by walking to the gallows without fear, without apology, without a single plea for mercy.
⚠️ Read it till the end, Before They Erase It Forever. He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t beg.
He embraced death, to prove that courage doesn’t always wear khadi or preach peace.
They banned his words. They buried his truth.
But today, you’ll read the story they were too afraid to tell.

This isn’t just history, it’s the death of a myth.

🧵 4,078 days since a man once mocked for selling tea walked into Delhi with a vision in his eyes and determined to rewrite the story of Bharat.

This article is a timeline of transformation. A story of what India achieved when a single man backed by the will of 140 crore people refused to back down.

Read this with your chest out and your eyes open. Because history may forget manifestos, but it will remember who rebuilt Bharat in 4,078 days. It began with a hope. It became a habit. And now, it stands as history.
On July 25, 2025, Prime Minister Narendra Modi etched his name in golden letters into India’s political legacy becoming the second-longest serving Prime Minister in a uninterrupted term, surpassing even Indira Gandhi.

But this is not just a tale of numbers.

🧵 They say Gandhi was the Mahatma. But ask the thousands of Hindu and Sikh refugees who walked barefoot from burning Lahore… whose mothers were r@ped in Rawalpindi… whose fathers were butchered in front of their eyes in Multan… who begged for water on the streets of Delhi only to be told to leave a mosque because it was “sacred.”

Read till the end, not for history, but for truth.
For the voices that Gandhi never heard. This is the forgotten truth of refugees who had nothing but faith and even that was taken away.
While their temples were reduced to ashes in Pakistan, Gandhi was pleading in Delhi for the preservation of mosques.
While they slept under torn tarps in freezing nights, Gandhi asked them to vacate the only roofs they had because they were once used by Mu$lims.

🧵 What if you are told a man once slapped a goddess… and she smiled back?
✨ This is the soul-shaking story of Saint Bamakhepa and Maa Tara of Tarapith, a love that shattered logic, laughed at rituals, and danced through fire.

Read till the last word.
Because somewhere in this madness…you might just find the purest form of devotion you’ve ever known. Bamakhepa was born in 1837 in a quiet village called Atla, in West Bengal’s Birbhum district. From the moment he could walk, he rejected everything the world expected of him.

While other children played in the fields, he wandered to cremation grounds, fascinated by the smoke, the silence, and the ash. His eyes would light up near funeral pyres. And when people asked why, he said:

“Because this is where truth lives. This is where Maa lives.”

🧵 You’ve heard the tale: A fearless woman, India’s Iron Lady, defeats Pakistan and births a new nation.
But what if we told you the real hero was sidelined?

That the war wasn’t won in Delhi’s war rooms, but in the mind of a soldier who defied the Prime Minister herself?
This is not the story Congress wants you to remember.
Read till the end, and unmask the myth that still props up a dynasty. After the 1971 Bangladesh War, Congress had a story to tell. Not one of strategy, sacrifice, or the soldier’s courage but a story of a singular woman who, in their version, stood like a fortress in the face of geopolitical chaos.

That woman was Indira Gandhi.

🧵 When 6000 warriors slayed 57,000 mlechhas just to save the honor and sanctity of their Kuldevi, she did not remain stone, she rose as Shakti within them. 🔥

Read till the last word. This isn’t just history.
It’s legacy written in blood and bhakti. The sun rose over the dusty plains of Gidhaur in Bihar, casting its golden light upon the fort’s sandstone walls. In its shadow, bells rang out from a sacred shrine, a temple not of grandeur, but of eternal power.

It was the temple of the Kuldevi of the Tomar Rajputs. The mother they turned to before war, after birth, at death. She was their beginning, their end, and their dharma.

🧵They hacked off his legs for saying Bharat Mata Ki Jai, but he still walked into Parliament.
This is not fiction. This is the blood-soaked, spine-chilling, and awe-inspiring journey of Sadanandan Master Ji.
Read till the end, his story will shake you. 🌑 25 January 1994 – Kannur, Kerala
The sun had long set over the red soil of Kannur, a region infamous for its political k!llings, where ideology doesn’t just divide people, it draws borders in blood.
That night, C. Sadanandan, a soft-spoken schoolteacher and former CPI(M) supporter turned RSS swayamsevak, stepped down from a bus near his village of Perinchery.

🧵Ganga is not just a river. Shiva is not just a deity. And Jalabhishek is not just a ritual. It’s ancestral memory, eternal surrender, and cosmic balance in motion.
This is not just a tradition, it’s the heartbeat of Sanatan Dharma.
📖 Read till the end. Let this article awaken something ancient within you. In temples across Bharat, especially during the scared month of Sawan, devotees stand before the Shiva Lingam and slowly pour sacred Ganga Jal upon it.

Some walk miles to fetch that water. Others simply fold their hands and offer what they can. But the act remains the same: Jalabhishek

🧵While his dream of Hindu-Mu$lim unity floated on slogans, entire Hindu families were butchered, and women dishonored in Malabar.
And the man they looked to for moral courage, M. K. Gandhi defended the m@rderers… and called them “brave, god-fearing men.”
📖Read till the last line.
If your heart doesn't ache by the end, 💔 check if it still beats. They came with swords, but not for the British.
They broke into homes, but not of the colonizers.
They dishonored women, but not in the name of war. They did it all… in the name of Khilafat.
This is not just a forgotten chapter of history, This is betrayal inked in bl@@d and buried in silence.

🎥 The Story They Hid Behind 786: A Deewaar of Agenda
“मुझे माँ की दुआ चाहिए… भगवान का आशीर्वाद नहीं।”

It was just one line.
But behind it stood a wall, a Deewaar between what was shown and what was meant.
Let me tell you a story they never wanted you to see. The Two Brothers
Two sons of the same mother.
Ravi - the obedient cop.
Vijay - the criminal.
One bows in the Mandir.
The other rejects it.
Ravi folds hands before God.
Vijay says, "No. I don’t believe in temples anymore."
And the audience claps, because we’re told Vijay is “angry at society.”
But what if there’s more to this than just anger?

📜 He entered Kashmir with a pen, not a gun. He wanted unity, not war. But what he got… was silence, arrest, and a mysterious death.
Read till the last word. Because this isn’t just Untold Story of Dr. Syama Prasad Mukherjee. It’s a wound still waiting for justice. And a mother’s cry still echoing in the silence. "Had he stayed silent, he would have lived.
But then India would have died, one piece at a time."
In the early years of independent India, when the country was still finding its feet and its leaders were busy building institutions, one man stood up and asked uncomfortable questions.

📜 While Nehru turned his back on her son’s sacrifice, Congress branded her the “mother of a dacoit.”
This is not just a story. It’s a wound buried in silence.
The forgotten mother of Chandrashekhar Azad, Jagrani Devi.
Read till the last line. Because the soil remembers what history tried to erase. February 27, 1931
Alfred Park, Allahabad.
The gunshots echoed one last time and then, silence.
Chandra Shekhar Azad, the revolutionary firebrand who shook the foundations of the British Empire, lay still under a tree. He had kept his word, he’d never be captured alive. With just one bullet left in his pistol and British forces closing in, he shot himself.

🧵 The real freedom fighters never saw Independence Day. Congress saw the power and rewrote the story.
The men we were told “fought the British”… were shaking hands with them.

This is the untold story of India’s freedom struggle - Raw. Uncomfortable. But finally, honest.
Read till the end. Because truth deserves its turn. “We were taught that Congress fought for India’s freedom. But what if the truth is more uncomfortable? What if the ones we thought were our saviors were actually the British Empire’s best-managed partners?”

This is not just an article.
This is a wake-up call.

As Hindus fought the British for India’s freedom, the Mu$lims turned their weapons inward against Hindus.
This is the story that textbooks avoid.
The truth that political correctness buries.
The wound that still bleeds silently.
Read this thread with your heart open and your spine steady because what follows is not just history, it is a reckoning. As British boots trampled the soul of India for over 200 years, the air echoed with cries for freedom. From dusty villages to sacred rivers, Hindus across castes and regions rose, not for land or loot but for liberation. They offered their bl@@d to reclaim Bharat Mata from foreign chains.

🛕 They thought the temples were lost forever…
But deep in the jungles of Java, the stones whispered back and a forgotten civilization began to rise again.
This is not just a story of temples… it’s a story of survival, identity, and a spiritual comeback you won't believe.
👇 Read till the end, the soul of an ancient Indonesia is awakening! There was a time when the very soul of Indonesia pulsed with the rhythms of mantras and the chisel-beats of temple builders. On the lush island of Java, long before it became the world’s largest Mu$lim-majority region, stood majestic Hindu temples reaching toward the skies, symbols of a civilization that worshipped in beauty and silence.

🔥 “The Queen Who Burned the Invaders”
A forgotten fire roared from the coast of Ullal... and her name was Rani Abbakka Chowta.

She fought the Portuguese for 20 YEARS and never surrendered.
While textbooks glorify Mughal begums and British allies, they forgot the queen who burned ships, led ambushes, and united communities against invaders.
Read till the end. Her story will shake your soul. When the Portuguese stormed into India in the 16th century, most kingdoms either fell or forged treaties. But there was one woman, Rani Abbakka Chowta of Ullal, in present-day Karnataka who chose to resist. For over 20 years, she defied the Portuguese Empire with unmatched military acumen, indomitable willpower, and a fierce commitment to protecting her people.

🛕 Ganagapur Dattatreya Temple: Where Dark Forces Die and Souls Are Set Free
Where thousands come not to pray, but to be freed… from something they can’t name.
This is Ganagapur, the ancient battlefield of black magic and divine grace.
Read till the end, because once you know this story, you’ll never look at temples the same way again. A place where fear trembles… and faith triumphs.
Tucked near the border of Karnataka and Maharashtra, the small village of Ganagapur looks peaceful at first glance. Serene roads. Whispering trees. Temples with ringing bells. But behind this calm lies a chilling truth:

This is no ordinary village.

🧱 He Didn’t Abandon His Parents, So Vitthala Came to His Door.
When Prabhu Himself arrived, he made Him wait…
And what did Krishna do?
He stood… on a brick… and waited. Forever.
It’s the living soul of Pandharpur, where Vitthala waits for you.
Read till the end, because this story will change how you see devotion, duty, and divinity. Nestled on the banks of the river Chandrabhaga, in the heart of Maharashtra, lies a town that pulses with devotion - Pandharpur.
But long before it became the heartland of Maharashtra’s religious heritage, it was simply home to a son named Pundalik, and a miracle that made Vitthala, the standing form of Bhagwan Vishnu, live there forever.

🩸 Emergency 1975 : They Came at Midnight… With No Warning.
Doors shattered. Fathers vanished. Children screamed.
The press went dark. The truth was gagged. And in a single night,
India became a prison wrapped in silence.
This isn’t a thriller. It happened.
June 25, 1975 - The Night Democracy Was M@rdered.
Read till the end… because some nightmares are real. It began with whispers in the corridors of power, panic in the Prime Minister’s residence. A court had declared Indira Gandhi guilty of electoral fraud. Her throne shook.

What followed… was not justice.
It was revenge.

🔥The Forgotten Jallianwala of the South: The Horror of Bhairanpally
In 1948, they lined up Hindu villagers like animals... fired bullets straight through their chests... made women dance over the corpses of their own families.
⚠️ This is the story they never wanted you to know. Read it till the end. Let them not die in silence again. "Their crime was courage. Their punishment was slaughter."
It was the dawn of 27 August 1948.
But in Bhairanpally village, Telangana, the sun never really rose that day. What began as an ordinary morning soon turned into a bl@@d-soaked nightmare that would scar the land forever.