भारतीय इतिहास के ६ स्वर्णिम पृष्ठ (वीर सावरकर - विदेशी आक्रान्ताओं पर विजय गाथा)

Celluar Jail
9-3-1915
Port Blair
Best beloved Bal,
And once again, my pen after a Ripvanwincle’s sleep is wakened and
hastens to acknowledge the receipt of your letter received some 7-8 months
ago. To have a letter from you is like to see you: for partly owing to the
cinematographic flashes with which your letter abounds and partly owing to
the wonderful faculty, with which the solitude of a prison, endows the
power of hearing in man-faculty, which enables one to visualize the thing
heard, as in the case of those born blind. Whenever I hear from you, I
succeed in almost seeing you and all those dear faces and dear scenes that
constitute our happy little home on the banks of the musical Godavari. Our
dearest brother Baba and myself are happy in seeing you doing well and as
long as you take care of your health and try your best to lead a life, at once
noble and happy and healthy, you need not be anxious about our health,
mental and physical. The books that you sent last year were 16 and this
year’s 13 (4 English 2 Oct. 2 Nov. The rest Sanskrit and Vernacular. Please
do write whether this is correct. Next time you send a parcel, please do send
a list with it in your own handwriting, so that we may be able to check the
postal delivery. I was glad to read समाज-रहस्य (why you sent two copies
of it?). It is a very good novel. One thing more—among the social
institutions—the greatest curse of India is the system of castes. The mighty
current of Hindu life is being threatened to perish in bogs and sands. It is no
good saying: ‘We will reduce it to four caste-system first. That would not
and should not be. It must be swept away, root and branch.’ The best means
to that effect is a crusade against it, in all forms of literature, especially
drama and novel. Every true patriot should cease to have double dealing
and speak out his mind clearly and act up to it. The only care to be taken
being not to pay so much attention and not to create so much fuss in this
side-issue and our internal relation as to forget and hamper and thwart the
issue—our relation with the world—but for the right adjustment of which,
no internal questions can be satisfactorily solved, or solved to any
substantial purpose. So, I shall like to have a number of goodly written
novels like the समाज-रहस्य, which would attack this effete and unjust
social curse. It had done much good in the past, but it is dead now. So let us