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Such a chameleon were these two leaders that few could detect their treachery then and few do so even now. Between the two, they sold India's hopes of a valiant resurgence. A third one in a perfidious pleader bled the motherland to Partition and the rest, by their active and passive support to the messiah's mandate, undid the work of the revolutionaries for which they had borne untold suffering from the bayonet, the bullet and the scaffold.
Only two rose up in arms against this band of perfidious plotters.who made India their private property to deal with her in any manner that suited their personal interests. And these two were both entrenched elsewhere, far far away in alien land from where they carried out their war of liberation. They represented the best elements of the warrior spirit of age-old India, the fabled kshatriya spirit that had preserved her independence for millenia before weakening, paralysing ideas of non-violence and forgiveness of the enemy disabled manhood for good in India barring exceptional tribes and communities where valour yet dominated and which yet produced the best of men in martial strength.
So it was that there were two strains of freedom fighters -- one that fought against the British to liberate India forcibly by arms and the other that compromised with the imperial masters, begging them to grant her freedom. And a third dastardly lot that violated all norms of humanity and split the motherland to suit the scriptural mandate of their exclusive religion, a devilish deed in which the Devil himself played his diabolical part in the form of the British Crown.
Written by Sugata Bose
Such a chameleon were these two leaders that few could detect their treachery then and few do so even now. Between the two, they sold India's hopes of a valiant resurgence. A third one in a perfidious pleader bled the motherland to Partition and the rest, by their active and passive support to the messiah's mandate, undid the work of the revolutionaries for which they had borne untold suffering from the bayonet, the bullet and the scaffold.
Only two rose up in arms against this band of perfidious plotters.who made India their private property to deal with her in any manner that suited their personal interests. And these two were both entrenched elsewhere, far far away in alien land from where they carried out their war of liberation. They represented the best elements of the warrior spirit of age-old India, the fabled kshatriya spirit that had preserved her independence for millenia before weakening, paralysing ideas of non-violence and forgiveness of the enemy disabled manhood for good in India barring exceptional tribes and communities where valour yet dominated and which yet produced the best of men in martial strength.
So it was that there were two strains of freedom fighters -- one that fought against the British to liberate India forcibly by arms and the other that compromised with the imperial masters, begging them to grant her freedom. And a third dastardly lot that violated all norms of humanity and split the motherland to suit the scriptural mandate of their exclusive religion, a devilish deed in which the Devil himself played his diabolical part in the form of the British Crown.
Written by Sugata Bose
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