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Updated: May 15, 2025
Sandip Babu cried out: "See, Nikhil, how in the heart of a woman Truth takes flesh and blood. Woman knows how to be cruel: her virulence is like a blind storm. It is beautifully fearful. In man it is ugly, because it harbours in its centre the gnawing worms of reason and thought. I tell you, Nikhil, it is our women who will save the country. This is not the time for nice scruples.
It will, however, be difficult to explain to Bimala today that Sandip's love of country is but a different phase of his covetous self-love. Bimala's hero-worship of Sandip makes me hesitate all the more to talk to her about him, lest some touch of jealousy may lead me unwittingly into exaggeration. It may be that the pain at my heart is already making me see a distorted picture of Sandip.
The young men, who are ready to offer their services for their country's cause, must not fall into this habit of getting intoxicated. The people who want to exact work by drugging methods set more value on the excitement than on the minds they intoxicate. I had to tell Sandip, in Bimala's presence, that he must go. Perhaps both will impute to me the wrong motive.
Lit.: "Hail Mother"; the opening words of a song by Bankim Chatterjee, the famous Bengali novelist. Bimala's Story THIS was the time when Sandip Babu with his followers came to our neighbourhood to preach Swadeshi. There is to be a big meeting in our temple pavilion. We women are sitting there, on one side, behind a screen.
They would cut freedom at the root, to gain it at the top." But when Sandip came and settled here, and his followers began to move about the country, speaking in towns and market-places, waves of excitement came rolling up to us as well. A band of young fellows of the locality attached themselves to him, some even who had been known as a disgrace to the village.
Say Bande Mataram and exorcize the evil spirit. "You know, Sister Rani, the power of Sandip's magic. The gold remained with him. And I spent the whole dark night on the bathing-steps of the lake muttering Bande Mataram. "Then when you gave me your jewels to sell, I went again to Sandip. I could see he was angry with me. But he tried not to show it.
Give to us the indomitable courage to go to the bottom of Ruin itself. Impart grace to all that is baneful." It was not clear to whom Sandip Babu addressed his last appeal. It might have been She whom he worshipped with his Bande Mataram. It might have been the Womanhood of his country. Or it might have been its representative, the woman before him.
Her face fell at once. She threw just one enquiring glance at Sandip. "I have been thinking," said Sandip, "that this wandering up and down means a tremendous waste of energy. I feel that if I could work from a centre I could achieve more permanent results." With this he looked up at Bimala and asked: "Do you not think so too?"
You are the only one in the world who has been able to turn Sandip out and call Sandip back, at your sweet will. Well, your quarry is at your feet. What will you do with him now? Will you give him the coup de grace, or keep him in your cage? Let me warn you beforehand, Queen, you will find the beast as difficult to kill outright as to keep in bondage.
My voice sounded so feebly, it failed to reach him. I went up to the door and called again: "Amulya!" He had gone. "Who is there?" "Rani Mother!" "Go and tell Amulya Babu that I want him." What exactly happened I could not make out the man, perhaps, was not familiar with Amulya's name but he returned almost at once followed by Sandip.
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