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Updated: May 23, 2025
The old students of Calcutta University had then started an annual reunion, of which Babu Chandranath Basu was the leading spirit. Perhaps he entertained a hope that at some future time I might acquire the right to be one of them; anyhow I was asked to read a poem on the occasion. Chandranath Babu was then quite a young man.
But even my worst enemy would not accuse me of patience. And when Chandranath Babu went on to say: "If we expect to gather fruit where we have sown no seed, then we ..." I had to interrupt him. "Who wants fruit?" I cried. "We go by the Author of the Gita who says that we are concerned only with the doing, not with the fruit of our deeds."
The choking cry moved him not at all: and suddenly the moonlight showed him the face of Chandranath, mingled hate and terror in the starting eyes.... Amazed beyond measure, he unconsciously relaxed his grip. "You is it? you devil!" There was no answer. Chandranath had had the wit to wriggle almost clear of him; almost, not quite.
And Chandranath another glimpse of India; the ugly side ...And stories from Tod's 'Rajasthán' that grim and stirring panorama of romance and chivalry, of cruelty and cunning; orgies of slaughter and miracles of high-hearted devotion....
And we'll stick up for that miserable little devil Chandranath." "Yes we will." "No more don't I. He's the wrong 'ját. He won't stay long you'll see. But still he shan't be bullied by Scabs, because he's not the same colour outside. You see that sort of thing in India too.
But if his ankle was crippled, his brain was not. While Chandranath indulged his pent-up spite, Roy was feeling stealthily, purposefully, in the semi-darkness, for the sharpest chunk of stone he could lay hands on; a chunk warranted to hurt badly, if nothing more. The strip of shadow against the sky made an admirable target; and Roy's move, when it came, was swift, his aim unerring.
Now we have only to cultivate thorns for other's soles; afterwards when they hurt us we shall find leisure to repent. But why be frightened even of that? When at last we have to die it will be time enough to get cold. While we are on fire let us seethe and boil." Chandranath Babu smiled. "Seethe by all means," he said, "but do not mistake it for work, or heroism.
Yet I must go back to India. And there, in Bombay, I heard Chandranath speak. He was just back from deportation; and to me his words were like leaping flames. All the fire of my passion choked up in me could flow freely in service of the Mother. I became intoxicated with the creed of my new comrades: there is neither truth nor untruth, right nor wrong; there is only the Mother.
While the loyal were fighting, these were talking, plotting, hindering: and now they are waving, like a flag, the services of others, to gain their own ends, from which the loyal pray to be delivered! Could irony be more complete? Indian Princes can keep some cheek on these gentlemen. But it is not always easy. If this Chandranath should be the same man he is here, no doubt, for Dewáli.
He could only distinguish the long dark coat and turbaned head: but there flashed instant conviction Chandranath! Alert, rather than alarmed, he hurried forward, hugging the opposite wall. At the darkest point they crossed. Roy felt the other pause, scrutinise him and pass on. The relief of it!
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