The hero of unearthly attainments, a legend who lives on in shining memory that never fades. First he beat the British, now he beats time itself as immortal he looms large in national consciousness. From the Red Fort now it is a march unto every citadel of India, every bastion where betrayers plot the downfall of the motherland, he shall shoot his shining arrow that unfailingly makes its mark.
The entire national narrative must change and stop accommodating debilitating non-violence that has cause the Partition of India owing to its feeble resistance in the name of high piety to ruthless British imperialism and perfidious Islamic intolerance. Now the hour has arrived when we must take stock of our history once more and come to robust conclusions of what went right and what when wrong with our struggle and our compromise for freedom from colonial consequence.
Haripura was the high watermark of our national struggle and Tripuri its lowest ebb when the Mahatma in all his machinations stopped the march of complete and unconditional wrested independence to a fractured and dismembered conditional compromise of a continued colonial dominance under the Commonwealth. What we are today is the legacy of that dastardly deal dubbed as Dominion at midnight.
So often we hear the world over that Bose was a fascist for he was supposedly a totalitarian dictator who flouted democratic norms of the 'civilised' world that had fought the righteous war for the emancipation of mankind from Nazi and Nipponese atrocity. By that count Britain who took the help of the communist Soviet Union to fight Hitler was no less communist and the United States of America that had sought French imperial assistance to fight their war of independence against Britain an imperial power instead of being the modern world's first democracy. So, must we call Churchill a communist, Washington an imperialist and Stalin a damned heretical communist and imperialist? What do our leftist intellectuals say to this?
His intellect was incisive, comprehension catholic, and he had a heart that could embrace all without reserve so long it did not infringe upon his primary love for the motherland and her cause of freedom. A brilliant student, a precious reader like the boy Bonaparte, Bose grew into adolescence with the fire of the failed revolution of 1857 behind him and the promise of a fulfilling one in the years to come. The atmosphere was rife with the seeds of revolution and it was but a matter of time and a blooming maturity that it would break out in all its vehemence upon the scene of dependent India grovelling under the heels of imperial Britain.
Unfinished and unfolding ...
Written by Sugata Bose
Written by Sugata Bose
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