RASH BEHARI BOSE RECOUNTED BY SUBROTO MITRA --- A THRILLING, GRIPPING TALE, A MUST-READ FOR ALL

What a marvellous write-up Subroto Mitro! Thrilling account, gripping tale recounted in your own inimitable style. The narrative moves so fast that it veritably brings to attention the vitality of the revolutionary movements with which Rash Behari Bose was associated. The short pithy sentences used makes the reading rapid and the directness of approach to the events without undue meandering or emotionalising lends vigour to the story-telling. The heavy package of facts without infiltration of the self of the writer keeps the historical element unalloyed and pure and with the powder necessary to ignite the mind of the reader to an adequate comprehension of the subject of the essay, the revolutionary Rash Behari. The account is so heavily laden with information that its narration involves a feverish pace which sets afire the imagination and one's understanding is set aglow with it. One almost hastens to hazard one's opinion that indeed it was these stalwarts who bore the brunt of the sacrificial part of the mission of freedom and not the docile detractors of their daring deeds, the dull disciples of the demagogue of non-violence. Subroto Mitro, how can I thank you enough for this superlative effort at encapsulation of such a protracted struggle for independence that had formed the burden of Rash Behari Bose's brain for so long? Blessed indeed, blessed brother, blessed you are by the spirit of the masters who plotted the downfall of the pernicious British Empire which in toxicity has almost no parallel in human history. A fantastic tale. Finished reading it just now and am transformed by the sheer power of the revolutionary happenings. A lion of a man, indefatigable, indomitable, undeterred by repeated reverses, he lived on to push the plunderers out of India and then retired to rest for ever after. My salutations to the stellar being, prostrations to this high-priest of revolution and my camaraderie to this ripping writer of a reflection resplendent but drifting in the current of conspiracy. You have won me over friend Subroto Mitro, you have endeared me for good.