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On the other hand, the papers are full of praise for those devoted sons of the motherland, the Kundu and the Chakravarti zamindars. If only, say they, the country had a few more of such staunch patriots, the mills of Manchester would have, had to sound their own dirge to the tune of Bande Mataram.
"Fate seems bent on writing Paradise Lost in blank verse, in my case, and so has no use for a rhyming friend!" I remarked, pursuing his conceit. "But what of Panchu?" resumed my master. "You say Harish Kundu wants to eject him from his ancestral holding. Supposing I buy it up and then keep him on as my tenant?" "And his fine?" "How can the zamindar realize that if he becomes my tenant?"
Those who do not know how to desire for themselves, must live in accordance with, or die by virtue of, the desires of such as these. Sandip Babu contrasted them Kundu and Chakravarti with you, Maharaja. You, he said, for all your good intentions, will never succeed in planting Swadeshi within your territory." "It is my desire," I said, "to plant something greater than Swadeshi.
This only made Harish Kundu red in the face as he shouted: "The scoundrel must be taught manners, give him a shoe-beating!" So poor Panchu got insulted as well as fined. "What happened to the cloth?" "The whole bale was burnt." "Who else was there?" "Any number of people, who all kept shouting Bande Mataram. Sandip was also there. He took up some of the ashes, crying: 'Brothers!
He begged and prayed Harish Kundu, his zamindar, to let him sell off his stock, bought with borrowed money, promising faithfully never to do it again; but the zamindar would not hear of it, and insisted on his burning the foreign stuff there and then, if he wanted to be let off. Panchu in his desperation blurted out defiantly: "I can't afford it! You are rich; why not buy it up and burn it?"
Of the Ramayana. The story of his devotion to his elder brother Rama and his brother's wife Sita, has become a byword. Nikhil's Story I LEARNT from my master that Sandip had joined forces with Harish Kundu, and there was to be a grand celebration of the worship of the demon-destroying Goddess. Harish Kundu was extorting the expenses from his tenantry.
These facts were well known to the officers of Harish Kundu, as well as to some of his tenants. And if the zamindar's summons should be peremptory enough, even some of those who had partaken of the marriage feast would be forthcoming! One afternoon, when I happened to be specially busy, word came to my office room that Bimala had sent for me. I was startled. "Who did you say had sent for me?"
Then we fell to discussing the news of the fights which were raging in different quarters over cloth and sugar and salt; and the air was soon clear of all fumes of intoxication. I felt as if awakened from a dream. I leapt to my feet feeling quite ready for the fray Bande Mataram! The news was various. Most of the traders who were tenants of Harish Kundu had come over to us.
"Look here, Kasim," I had to warn him, "don't you be dragging other people in with your stories. You are not called upon to make out a case against Harish Kundu, or anybody else." On returning home I asked my master to come over. He shook his head gravely. "I see no good in this," said he "this setting aside of conscience and putting the country in its place.
"But in every country man has destroyed himself to the extent that he has permitted slavery to flourish." "Does it not rather show," interposed a Master of Arts, "that trading in slavery is inherent in man a fundamental fact of his nature?" "Sandip Babu made the whole thing clear," said a graduate. "He gave us the example of Harish Kundu, your neighbouring zamindar.
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