{"id":2894,"date":"2013-07-13T01:44:25","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:44:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=2894"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:44:25","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:44:25","slug":"70-bande-mataram-6-5-07-vol-06-07-bande-mataram","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-cwsa\/06-07-bande-mataram\/70-bande-mataram-6-5-07-vol-06-07-bande-mataram","title":{"rendered":"-70_Bande Mataram 6-5-07.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\n<tr>\n<td width=\"100%\" valign=\"top\">\n\t\t\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" color=\"#000000\"><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t<b><font size=\"4\">Bande Mataram<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t<b>{<br \/>\n\tCALCUTTA, May 6th, 1907  }<br \/>\n\t<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n<b>Look on This Picture, Then on That<br \/>\n<\/b><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">Britain, the benevolent, Britain, the mother of Parliaments, Britain, the champion of liberty, Britain, the deliverer of the<br \/>\nslave,\u2014 such was the sanctified and legendary figure which we have been trained to keep before our eyes from the earliest years<br \/>\nof our childhood. Our minds imbued through and through with the colours of that legend, we cherished a faith in the justice<br \/>\nand benevolence of Britain more profound, more implicit, more a very part of our beings than the faith of the Christian in<br \/>\nChrist or of the Mahomedan in his Prophet. Officials might be oppressive, Viceroys and Lieutenant-Governors reactionary, the<br \/>\nSecretary of State obdurate, Parliament indifferent, the British public careless, but our faith was not to be shaken. If<br \/>\nAnglo-India was unkind, we wooed the British people in India itself. If the British people failed us, we said that it was because the Conservatives were in power. If a Liberal Secretary showed himself no less obdurate, we set it down to his personal failings and<br \/>\nconfidently awaited justice from a Liberal Government in which he should have no part. If the most Radical of Radical Secretaries<br \/>\ncondemned us to age-long subjection to a paternal and absolute bureaucracy, we whispered to the people, &#8220;Wait, wait; Britain,<br \/>\nthe true Britain, the generous, the benevolent, the lover and giver of freedom, is only sleeping; she shall awake again and we<br \/>\nshall see her angelic and transfigured beauty.&#8221; Where precisely was this Britain we believed in, no man could say, but we would<br \/>\nnot give up our faith. &#8220;Credo quia impossibile&#8221;;\u2014 I believe because it is impossible, had become our political creed. Other<br \/>\ncountries might be selfish, violent, greedy, tyrannical, unjust; in other countries politics might be a continual readjustment&nbsp;<br \/>\n<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 381<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">of conflicting interests and clashing strengths. But Britain, the<br \/>\nBritain of our dreams, was guided only by the light of truth and justice and reason; high ideals, noble impulses, liberal instincts,<br \/>\nthese were the sole guides of her political actions,\u2014 by the lustre of these bright moral fires she guided her mighty steps through<br \/>\nan admiring and worshipping world. That was the dream; and so deeply had it lodged in our imaginations that not only the<br \/>\nprofessed Loyalists, the men of moderation, but even the leading Nationalists, those branded as Extremists, could not altogether<br \/>\nshake off its influence. Only recently Srijut Bipin Chandra Pal at Rajamundry told his hearers that those who thought the British<br \/>\nGovernment would crush us if we tried by passive resistance to make administration impossible, held too low an opinion<br \/>\nof British character and British civilisation. We fancy Srijut Bipin Chandra watching from the south the welter of official<br \/>\nanarchy in East Bengal and the Punjab must have modified to a certain extent his trust in the bearing-power of British<br \/>\nhigh-mindedness. We ourselves, though we had our own views about British character and civilisation, have allowed ourselves<br \/>\nto speculate whether it was not just possible that the British bureaucracy might be sufficiently tender of their reputation to<br \/>\navoid extreme, violent and arbitrary measures.<br \/>\n<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n \t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">That was the dream. The reality to which we awake, is<br \/>\nRawalpindi and Jamalpur. The events in the Punjab are an instructive lesson in the nature of bureaucratic rule. The Punjab<br \/>\nhas, since the Mutiny, been a quiet, loyal and patient province; whatever burdens have been laid on it, its people have borne<br \/>\nwithout complaint; whatever oppression might go on, it gave rise to no such clamour and agitation as the least arbitrary act<br \/>\nwould be met with in Bengal. How have the bureaucracy treated this loyal and quiet people? What fruit have they reaped from<br \/>\ntheir loyalty, the men who saved the British Empire in 1857? Intolerable burdens, insolent treatment, rude oppression. The<br \/>\nAnglo-Indian cry is that disloyal Bengal has infected loyal Punjab with the virus of sedition. Undoubtedly, the new spirit which has<br \/>\ngone out like a mighty fire from Bengal lighting up the whole of India, has found its most favourable ground in the Punjab; but&nbsp;<br \/>\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 382<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">a fire does not burn without fuel, and where there is the most<br \/>\nrevolutionary spirit, there, we can always be sure, has been the most oppression. The water tax, the land laws, the Colonisation<br \/>\nAct legalising the oppressions and illegalities under which the Punjab landholders and peasantry have groaned, had generated<br \/>\nthe feeling of an intolerable burden, and when a few fearless men brought to the people the message of self-help, the good<br \/>\ntidings that in their own hands lay their own salvation, the men of the Punjab found again their ancient spirit and determined to<br \/>\nstand upright in the strength of their manhood. They committed no act of violence, they broke no law. They confined themselves<br \/>\nto sending in a statement of their grievances to the Government and passively abstaining from the use of the Canal water so<br \/>\nthat the bureaucracy might not benefit by an iniquitous tax. The rulers of India know well that if passive resistance is permitted,<br \/>\nthe artificial fabric of bureaucratic despotism will fall down like the walls of Jericho before mere sound, with the mere breath of<br \/>\na people&#8217;s revolution. To save the situation, they resorted to the usual device of stifling the voice of the people into silence. On<br \/>\na frivolous pretext they struck at the <i>Punjabee<\/i>. The only result was that the calm resolution of the people received its first tinge<br \/>\nof fierce indignation. Then the bureaucracy hurriedly resolved to lop off the tall heads\u2014 the policy of the tyrant Tarquin which<br \/>\nis always the resort of men without judgment or statesmanship. Lala Hansraj, one of the most revered and beloved of the Punjab<br \/>\nleaders, a man grown grey in the quiet and selfless service of his country, Ajit Singh, the nationalist orator, and other men<br \/>\nof repute and leading were publicly threatened with prosecution and imprisonment as criminals and an enquiry begun with<br \/>\ngreat pomp and circumstance. Then followed a phenomenon unprecedented, we think, in recent Indian history. For the first<br \/>\ntime the man in the workshop and the man in the street have risen in revolt for purely political reasons in anger at an attack<br \/>\non purely political leaders. The distinction, which Anglo-India has striven to draw between the `Babu class&#8217; and the people, has<br \/>\nin the Punjab ceased to exist. It was probably the panic at this alarming phenomenon which hurried the Punjab Government&nbsp;<br \/>\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 383<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">into an extraordinary <\/span><br \/>\n<span lang=\"fr\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"> <i>coup d&#8217;\u00e9tat<\/i><\/span><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">, also unprecedented in recent Indian history. The result is that we have a strange companion<br \/>\npicture to that dream of a benevolent and angelic Britain,\u2014 a city of unarmed men terrorised by the military, the leaders of the<br \/>\npeople hurried from their daily avocations to prison, siege-guns pointed at the town, police rifles ready to fire on any group of five<br \/>\nmen or more to be seen in the street, bail refused to respectable pleaders and barristers from sheer terror of their influence. Look<br \/>\non this picture, then on that!<br \/>\n<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">And what next? It is too early to say. This much only is<br \/>\ncertain that a new stage begins in the struggle between democracy and bureaucracy, a new chapter opens in the history of the<br \/>\nprogress of Indian Nationalism.&nbsp; <\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 384<\/font><\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bande Mataram { CALCUTTA, May 6th, 1907 } &nbsp; Look on This Picture, Then on That &nbsp; Britain, the benevolent, Britain, the mother of Parliaments,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[54],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2894","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-06-07-bande-mataram","wpcat-54-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2894","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2894"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2894\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2894"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2894"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2894"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}