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\n\tCALCUTTA, April 29th, 1908 } <\/b> <\/span> <\/p>\n

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\nNew Conditions
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\nA great deal of the work done by us during the last three years has been of a purely preparatory character. The preparation of
\nthe national mind was the first necessity. All that the old school of politics did was to prepare the way for the new thought by
\ngiving a full trial to the delusions that then possessed the people and demonstrating their complete futility. Since the awakening
\nof the nation to the misdirection of its energies a fresh delusion has taken possession for a time of the national mind, and this is
\nthe idea that a great revolution can be worked out without the sacrifices of which history tells in the case of other nations. There
\nis a general shrinking from the full danger of the struggle, a wish to try by how few sacrifices the work can be accomplished and at
\nhow cheap a cost the priceless boon of liberty can be purchased. This reluctance to enter on the real struggle was a necessary and
\nsalutary stage of the movement, because the nation, after the long pauperisation
\nof its energies and enervation of its character by a hundred years of dependence
\nand mendicancy, would have been unequal to the sacrifices the real struggle
\ndemands. A fresh stage is at hand in which this reluctance can no longer be
\nindulged. A nation cannot afford to haggle with Providence or to buy liberty in
\nthe cheapest market from the Dispenser of human fate. The sooner the struggle
\nnow commences, the sooner the fate of India is fought out between the forces of
\nprogress and reaction, the better for India and for the world. Delay will only
\nwaste our strength and give opportunities to the enemy. A band of men is needed
\nwho can give up everything for their country, whose sole thought and occupation
\nshall be the stimulation of the movement by whatever means the moment suggests
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\nopportunity allows. If such a band can be got together, then
\nonly will real work as distinct from the work of preparation be possible; for the salvation of a country cannot be the work
\nof our leisure moments, the product of our superfluous energy or the result of a selfish life in which the country comes in
\nonly for the leavings. Devoted servants of India are needed who will ask for no reward, no ease, no superfluities, but only their
\nbare maintenance and a roof over their heads to enable them to work for her. This attitude of utter self-abandonment is the
\nfirst condition of success. Sannyasa<\/i>, utter and inexorable, tyaga<\/i>, unreserved and pitiless,
\nmumukshutwa<\/i>, burning and insatiable,
\nmust be the stamp of the true servant of India. Academical knowledge, power of debate, laborious study of problems, the
\nhabit of ease and luxury at home and slow and tentative work abroad, the attitude of patience and leisurely self-preparation are
\nnot for this era or for this country. An immense and incalculable revolution is at hand and its instruments must be themselves immense in their aspiration, uncalculating in their self-immolation. A sacrifice of which the mightiest
\nyajna <\/i>of old can only be a feeble
\ntype and far-off shadow, has to be instituted and the victims of that sacrifice are ourselves, our lives, our property, our hopes,
\nour ambitions, all that is personal and not of God, all that is devoted to our own service and taken from the service of the
\ncountry. The greatest must fall as victims before the God of the sacrifice is satisfied. Whoever is afraid for himself, afraid for his
\nproperty, afraid for his kith and kin, afraid for his vanity, self-interest, glory, ease or liberty, had better stand aside from the
\nsacrifice, for at any time the call may come to him to lay down all these upon the altar. If he then refuses, his fate will be worse
\nthan that of the fugitive who prefers safety to the struggle, for he will be a recusant doomed to suffer without reward and fall
\nwithout glory. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\nThe times are thickening already with the shadow of a great
\ndarkness. The destruction of the Congress, begun at Surat and accomplished at Allahabad, is the prelude for the outburst of
\nthe storm that has long been brewing. Great issues were involved in that historic struggle at Surat of which none of the
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\n\tactors were aware. Only posterity looking back with awe on the
\nsequel, will date the commencement of the real world-shaking earthquake from that slight ruffling of the untroubled surface
\nof the soil. The forces that sent that slight quiver of the earth to the surface are hidden as yet from the eye of contemporary
\npolitics or only dimly guessed by a few, but within a brief period they will have declared themselves to the amazement of those
\nwho thought that they were only playing a clever tactical game with the lifeless figures of a puppet show. The grim forces that
\nhave been moving under the surface will now find the field open to them by the shattering of the keystone of the old political
\nedifice. The efforts of the two parties to replace the Congress by new bodies of a party character are not likely to prosper,
\nfor the Moderate Convention will fade into nothingness by its inherent want of vitality, while the Congress of the Nationalists,
\nwhatever its destiny, will not be the old Congress but a new and incalculable force, the product of a revolution and perhaps its
\nplaything. The disappearance of the old Congress announces the end of the preparatory stage of the movement, the beginning of a
\nclash of forces whose first full shock will produce chaos. The fair hopes of an orderly and peaceful evolution of self-government,
\nwhich the first energies of the new movement had fostered, are gone for ever. Revolution, bare and grim, is preparing her battlefield, mowing down the centres of order which were evolving a new cosmos and building up the materials of a gigantic downfall
\nand a mighty new-creation. We could have wished it otherwise, but God’s will be done.
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\n\tWhom to Believe? <\/b>
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\n\tThe account of the Conference given by the Lucknow Advocate<\/i>
\n\twhich we quote elsewhere makes curious reading. If we are to believe this
\n\tapparently well-informed source, the reports of the great fight made by the
\n\tBengal Moderates are a tissue of exaggerations. There was no fight at all
\n\tover the question of creed or objects, and indeed the difference of name is
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\n\tlegend of this stout fight over a shadow has little verisimilitude.
\nAbout the question of the subscription to the creed the only difference between the Bengal-Punjab party and the
\n\tBombay-United Provinces party was whether it should be obligatory to sign the creed or sufficient to swear verbally to it.
\nThat the<\/i>
\nclause should be binding and express acceptance obligatory as<\/i> a condition of admission to the Congress, both parties were<\/i>
\nagreed. <\/i>What becomes then of the story of Surendranath’s gallant battle for the freedom of election and freedom of conscience
\nin the Congress? It seems that the whole Committee was solid for exclusion. The other point of difference was whether there
\nshould be a new Congress called by the Convention or the adjourned Congress resummoned by Dr. Rash Behari Ghose. As
\nthis adjourned Congress would in any case be saddled with the creed and the Convention constitution, it would be in effect a
\nnew Congress. This subject of quarrel, too, like the others, turns out to be a distinction without a difference. According to the
\nAdvocate<\/i>, then, Surendranath’s party and the Mehta party were in entire agreement, only the Bengal members wanted to call
\nthe same things by other names. Not a creed but a statement of objects binding on every delegate; not a written subscription
\nbut a verbal oath of allegiance; not a new Congress without the Nationalists, but the old Congress without the Nationalists.
\nIf we are to believe the Advocate<\/i>, the Bengal Moderates only succeeded in showing themselves consummate hypocrites and
\nfencers with words. If this account be a libel on them, it should, we think, be authoritatively contradicted. Otherwise the public
\nwill form their own conclusions.
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\n\tBy the Way
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\n\tThe Parable of Sati <\/b>
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\n\tDaksha, the great Prajapati, had a daughter, named Sati, whom
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\n\tMahadeva, the great lord of the Universe. The choice of the
\nRishis was not pleasing to Daksha, because he was unable to see in Mahadeva anything but a houseless ascetic wandering with
\nthe beasts of the field and the demons of the night, a beggar’s bowl in his hand, his body smeared with ashes, a tiger’s skin for
\nhis only robe. His scorn increased the more he came to know of his son-in-law, a bhang-eating lazy ne’er-do-well with no ascertainable means of livelihood, no home, no property, no degree or other educational qualification, no stake in the world. He
\ncursed the Rishis for fools and evil counsellors, visionaries who saw in this pauper with his bowl and his matted hair the Master
\nof the World. So when he had to offer a great sacrifice, he sent invitations to all the Gods, but deliberately excluded his son-in-law. The result was disastrous. Sati, full of grief and indignation at the affront to her lord, gave up her body and disappeared from
\nmortal ken. Then came Mahadeva in his wrath, the mighty One, the destroyer of Universes, and broke Daksha’s sacrifice to pieces
\nand shattered the hall of sacrifice and slew Daksha in his hall. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\tThere was a Daksha too in India which was called the Indian National Congress. Like Daksha it was a great figure, a Prajapati
\nwith numerous offspring, full of dignity, sobriety, wisdom, and much esteemed by the gods. This Daksha too had a daughter
\nwhom he loved, the young Indian Nation. When the time for her marriage came, she chose for herself the bridegroom offered to
\nher by the Rishis who declared him to be Mahadeva, the Destiny of India and her fated Lord. It was at sacred Benares that she
\nfirst saw Mahadeva face to face and betrothed herself to him, but the marriage took place at Calcutta with a fourfold mantra,
\nSwaraj, Swadeshi, Boycott, National Education, as the sacred formula of union. The marriage did not please Daksha, but the
\nRishis were importunate and Sati firm, so he was compelled to give way. He cursed the Rishis freely. “What manner of husband
\nis this they have given to my Sati? A homeless beggar, wild and half crazy with the bhang he has drunk, wandering on the hills in
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\n\tcompany with the wild beasts and the demons, without culture,
\nenlightenment and education, rude in speech, rough in manners, ill-clad, destitute, with no past, no present and no future! Yet
\nthese fanatics call him the Master of the World, an embodiment of the Almighty, and what not!” So he hid his grief and wrath
\nbut determined to be revenged. For Mahadeva the Mighty, the Destiny of India, had long wandered in the wilderness with a
\nbeggar’s bowl in his hand, poor and destitute, an ascetic smeared with ashes and clad in a tiger’s skin, with no home in which he
\ncould lay down his head. And when he came to the marriage, it was in fearsome guise and in evil company, drunk with the bhang
\nof a wild inspiration, shouting “Bombom Bande Mataram” at the top of his mighty voice, disreputable in appearance and
\nunfit to associate with polite and cultured gentlemen such as Daksha had hitherto made his friends, poor, shaggy, ill-clad,
\nwith no visible means of existence and no tangible prospects in the future; and his companions were a wild company of
\nlathi<\/i>-bearing National Volunteers and other disquieting phantasms quite out of place in Daksha’s tastefully got-up and elegant marriage pandal. How could Daksha realize that in this uncouth figure was the Destroyer and Creator of an Universe, One who
\nheld the fate of India and of the world in his hands? The Rishis only knew it and they were called visionaries and fanatics for
\ntheir pains. <\/span> <\/p>\n

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\n\tDaksha prepared a great annual sacrifice in the year after the marriage and held it with much pomp, but he determined to
\nexclude Mahadeva the Mighty from the sacrifice and so framed the rules of admission that the undesirable son-in-law might keep
\naway in future. The result is known to everybody. The Destiny of India, whom Daksha tried to exclude, came in wrath and
\nknocked at the gates of the hall of sacrifice and when Daksha’s hired men tried to beat him back, he broke into the hall and
\nshattered the sacrifice and slew Daksha in his hall.
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\n\tThe story goes that Mahadeva, entreated on behalf of Daksha,
\nrestored him to life, but when the head of Daksha was sought for it could not be found, and so a goat’s head was incontinently clapped on the unfortunate Prajapati’s shoulders. When the modern Daksha died, there was a similar desire to revive him
\nbut the head could not be found. Some said it was lost, others argued in more legal language that it was
\nfunctus officio<\/i>. Accordingly these wise men found a goat’s head which they called a creed and stuck it on the shoulders of Daksha and put life
\ninto his trunk and swore that this goat-headed legless anomaly should in future be called Daksha. Unfortunately they made the
\nwhole thing more grotesque by clapping on the goat’s head the wrong way, so that its face was turned backward and, when
\nthe crippled monster tried to shove itself along, its progress was retrogression and its advance a retreat. For its eyes were turned
\nto the past and not to the future. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\tMeanwhile, Mahadeva the Mighty wandered over the world carrying the dead body of Sati on his head, dancing a wild
\ndance of ruin which shook the world to its foundations. For Sati had left her old body and men said she was dead. But she
\nwas not dead, only withdrawn from the eyes of men, and the Gods clove the body of Sati into pieces so that it was scattered
\nall over India. Which thing is also a parable; for after the death of the Congress the unity of India, which was the daughter
\nof the Congress, must break up into factions and groups. The Convention is already developing parties and in the wild times
\nthat are coming the Nationalists also will break up into parties, some of which will make the present designation of extremism
\nas applied to us look an absurdity, and the political life of India will become an anarchy. But not for ever. For Sati will be born
\nagain, on the high mountains of mighty endeavour, colossal aspiration, unparalleled self-sacrifice she will be born again, in
\na better and more beautiful body, and by terrible tapasya <\/i>she will meet Mahadeva once more and be wedded to him in nobler
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\n\tfashion, with kinder auguries, for a happier and greater future.
\nFor this thing is written in the book of God and nothing can prevent it, that Sati shall wed Mahadeva, that the national life
\nof India shall meet and possess its divine and mighty destiny.   
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