from them too, and later on pointed out to this wide earth and the rising
mountains and the bounteous fields as mighty signs and miracles that
attested to his being the real and the only messenger of God? Nay,
sometimes, as is recorded in the second and some other chapters of the Holy
Koran, he challenged the unbelievers to produce a single line in such a
polished Arabian style as that, which marked the lines, in which the Koran
was being revealed and flourished their inability to do so as a conclusive
proof of the Koran’s being a really inspired and God-sent work. He taunted
every now and then the false Prophets who write a book with their own hand
and pass it on as God-written and God-sent. This also proves that the art of
issuing counterfeit Gospels was well known to the generation and people
amongst which the Prophet flourished. It was also for this reason that he not
only permitted but commended men to argue and compare such books with
his own in the light of human reason and logic and even diction. In the Holy
Bible too, we meet every now and then with arguments advanced by Jesus
and Christ to combat those who questioned his inspiration and Prophethood.
Those who demanded signs and miracles, were at times rebuked for want of
faith and at other times supplied with them. ‘Ye build sepulchres unto those
whom your fathers stoned to death’ he sternly reminded his persecutors and
quoted old prophesies to prove that all they had foretold came to pass in his
life and corroborated his Prophethood. In the Vedic-fold, too, lengthy and
elaborate discussions as to the authenticity of the Vedas as a God-inspired
scripture are a common feature in works, not only heterodox but even
orthodox, that aid to interpret them. Even Jaimini himself, after mentioning
that a school existed even then, which did not attribute the Vedas to any
divine and impersonal agency but boldly asserted that they were the work of
men, though highly gifted and spiritual, enters into reasoned argumentation
to prove otherwise.
All these facts enable us to conclude that on the following four points at
any rate, there reigns perfect unanimity amongst the followers of almost all
sacred books that are extant today and looked upon as God-sent by the
respective creeds. To start with, our friends, the Pandit, the Missionary, the
Moulavi, the Rabbi down to the followers of Mormon and Al-swad and the
Moonmakers and even of the Aga khan and Kadiani, each and all, not only
admit but strongly maintain that all these books that claim to be God-sent
cannot altogether be such, as the mutual contradictions and glaring
antagonisms, with which they abound, do incontrovertibly prove. The

second point that characterises each and all of them equally, is the
insistence in which they indulge in citing these very contradictions as an
undeniable proof that all the Prophets and books that differ from their own,
must be misleading and false for the simple reason that their own Gospel
being God-sent and true cannot be false, and therefore the other books,
which contradict it cannot be true. The third point that seems common to
all, is the latitude which not only their respective followers but even the
Prophets to whom these God-sent books were severally revealed, conceded
though very confusedly and reluctantly to human reason, the right of
distinguishing the false Prophets from the true one and the man-written
books, that merely pose as God-written and God-inspired from the truly-
inspired revelation in the light of logic and tradition and such other wordly
tests of comparative criticism. The fourth point that distinguishes the
sectarian propaganda of each and all of these conflicting religious schools is
the fact that each Prophet, although he does not hesitate to lay human
reason under contribution so long as it is useful to him in exposing the
falsity of all other Prophets, excepting himself, to win over recruits to his
side with a very laudable desire to save their souls, proceeds straight way to
deny the right of human criticism and argument and reasoning to those very
recruits, as soon as they get themselves definitely enlisted in the roll of
believers in his creed. They are, thenceforth, to obey whatever the Prophet
or his God-sent book commands and question naught or argue.
Taking our stand then on these points, which more or less are common to
all the Prophets and holy books of the different religious systems that
prevail today, not to mention those that flourished in the ancient
Babylonians and the people of the Pharaohs and other now extinct races and
systems, it seems quite permissible to us mortals even consistently with the
Prophetic traditions of yore, to subject these God-sent books and scriptures
to human criticism and comparative study, if we but do it for the sake of
ascertaining which one of these Gospels satisfies most our human
expectation of perfection that a really God-sent book ought to possess.
Although as we have seen already, all of them cannot be equally true, if at
least one of them comes up to our expectation at the end of this enquiry and
reveals all the attributes—which we are justified in associating with a God-
sent book, with a work that emanates from the source of wisdom and
goodness and knowledge from Providence, at once omniscient and
omnipotent—blessed indeed are we! That was the most cherished boon we

longed for; but if unfortunately our investigation proves barren in the end
and none of these revered works seems likely to establish its claim to the
right of being regarded as Divine revelation it is given out to be then we
must make ourselves bold to acknowledge and proclaim the truth and
expose the superstition that attributing Divine infallibility, to human
institutions, opinions and fancies however exalted, admirable and even
beneficial they be in themselves relatively to human knowledge and ability,
gave rise to so much bloodshed and misery in the past. If comparative
criticism led in the light of human reason brings us further on to assess the
true value of these revered scriptures, which when looked upon as man-
written instead of God-written, will perhaps command greater respect from
all reasonable men and could be read, interpreted and followed in a way
that will save these precious books from being abused by fanaticism and
render them not only quite harmless but even more useful and beneficial to
man than now in his search after the True and the Good and the Beautiful.
With this end in view, let us first address ourselves to the task of
reviewing the Vedas, the Holy Bible, and the Quran sharif in the searchlight
of human reason, before we pledge our allegiance to any one of them as an
inspired and infallible scripture, as God-sent Gospel.
Abhinava Hindu Dhwaja (Hindu National Flag)
The National Flag does not only indicate but also establish the
National Ideal.
A nation’s greatness invariably finds expression through its ideal. The
character of a nation depends upon the ideal that the nation sets upon itself.
Nations with narrow ideals never achieved lasting greatness in the past. A
sublime ideal has been the necessary requisite of a nation’s success to
greatness and glory.
Nations after nations illumined the pages of the world’s history only to
disappear after a while, most of them having their downfall even before
attaining the pinnacle of prosperity. The Hindu Nation alone traces its
unbroken train of civilised existence from beyond the dawn of history and
will continue its victorious march so long as its noblest ideal and its
imperishable widest outlook on life are not forsaken.
Speaking generally, the ideal of other past and living western nations has
been considered to be Abhyudaya (worldly prosperity) for worldly
enjoyment, which, being confined to mere material prosperity, cannot solve
the knottiest problems for the amelioration of mankind.

But the Hindu nation is the only one that has accepted the ideal of perfect
Abhyudaya as based on the foundation of complete Nihshreyas (Spiritual
bliss). Hindu philosophers maintain that worldly Abhyudaya is imperatively
necessary for mankind in order that by acquiring a happy and easy-going
worldly life it may ultimately lead to the highest Nihshreyas (bliss). They
know that the culmination of worldly Abhyudaya cannot be any other than
Nihshreyas itself. It is Abhyudaya that makes human Nihshreyas possible,
and it is Nihshreyas that purifies and controls the highest goal of
Abhyudaya. It is because the Hindu race maintained this eternal ideal of
harmony of worldly and spiritual aspirations that the Hindu Nation, in spite
of successive waves of calamities, which overtook it, came out
triumphantly again-and-again and is still a living race holding its ground.
Hindu social lawgivers laid down the foundation of social organisation on
the non-competition principle of division of functions and mutual aid in
order to realise glorious Abhyudaya on way to Nihshreyas. To enable the
smooth development of it, the Hindu society from the Sudra to the Brahmin
have been allotted their respective duties. But for the proper fulfilment of all
these duties and for the protection of the social life, there is necessity of
Kshatra Tej (power). Its symbol is the Kripana (sword). In the absence of
this Kshatra power as protector, the modus operandi of the Brahmin, the
Vaishya and the sundra, which are conducive to the welfare of society, are
almost impossible. The community that does not possess such Kshatra
Power is bound to die. If education, agriculture, cattle-production,
commerce and all arts and crafts are divorced from society, the community
may still continue its lingering existence, but the want of Kshatra Power is
likely to endanger the very existence of society. The Kshatra Power, in fact,
guides, protects and harmonises the national commonwealth.
All these considerations ought to be borne in mind when we set ourselves
to the task of determining the flag of the Hindu Nation. The earth that feeds
society, the law that gives nourishment, the book that imparts wisdom, the
spinning wheel that symbolises arts and crafts—all these and many others
can become symbols and much can be said in respect of each of them. But
the crowning representative of all these symbols—the only correct symbol
of Abhyudaya—is Kripana (sword). In this one, all other symbols are
represented. The main symbol for the Hindu National Flag, therefore,
should be the Kripana.

But the ultimate aim of the Hindu Abhyudaya is Nihshreyas and keeping
this in view, the Hindus should endeavour to reach the highest goal
humanly possible, which is the special characteristic of the Hindu Nation.
Hindus have perfected a science based on experiment, which can be
termed the highest blessing on human life. This Shastra is called the Yoga.
It is the highest means of the full development of man’s internal powers. It
is, therefore, very necessary that a clear symbol of Yoga, which indicates
the way to the highest bliss should be fixed on the flag of the Hindu Nation.
The symbol is that of the Kundalini. It is not the characteristic of any
particular Jati or Varna. It exists in all human beings. On both sides of the
Merudanda (spinal cord), there are two nadis (rivers), which are named by
the Hindu Yogashastris as the Ida and the Pingala. They are intertwined
with each other like a garland. Between these two, there is a third nadi
called the Sushumna. In them, there are centres of nerves, which are
designated as lotuses in the Yogic language. There are chiefly six lotuses,
known as the Muladhara, the Swadhisthana, the Manipura, the Anahata, the
Vishuddha and Sahasrara. In the Muladhara chakra, there is a marvellous
power, which is coiled up. By Yogic and meditative practices it gets
awakened and passing through every lotus (nerve center) and experiencing
wonderful psychic superhuman experiences, reaches the Sahasrara lotus.
Then the person practicing Yoga experiences wonderfully super-sensous
and intense joy and bliss. This stage is designated by the Yogis as that of
Kaivalyananda, by the Vajrayanis as that of Mahasuka, by the Adwaitees as
that of Brahmananda, and by the devotees as that of Premananda. To
acquire this supreme joy or bliss is the highest ideal of man, be he a Hindu
or a non-Hindu (Muslim, Christian or Jew) i.e. believer or non-believer,
citizen or forester. This Yogashastra is a science of personal experience.
Hence, there is no place for difference of opinions. Therefore, the Kundalini
that is the Muladhar Shakti or man’s highest progress and eternally blissful
state of superconsciousness, which can be personally experienced, can
alone be the symbol of the great ideal, at which the Abhyudaya of the
Hindu Nation aims.
Thus, the Kundalini represents all the ultimate aspirations, feelings, and
powers of mankind and the Kripana, which represents the all-sided
Abhyudaya aiming at and leading to the nation’s ideal prosperity.
These two alone being depicted on the national flag, will be able to
indicate and inspire the ideals of Abhyudaya and Nihshreyas.

Pointing at the flag, every Hindu will say:
This is the Kundalini—this is the Kripana—-the one represents the highest
bliss, the other worldly prosperity; they combine Shanti and Shakti, Yoga
and Bhoga, Nivritti and Pravritti, Dhyeya and Dharana; the one symbolizes
Aupanishadic Vidya (Highest spiritual attainment), the other denotes
Aupanishadic Avidya (worldly advancement); the former reminds one
Yogeshwar Krishna, the latter Dhanuradhara Partha of the Geeta. The
Kundalini means Jnana Yoga and the Kripan means Karma Yoga.
‘For the protection of the good and the destruction of the wicked.’ All this,
whatever that moves in the world, does so, because it is indwelt by the
Lord. “Enjoy thou what he has allotted to thee.” This is the Universal
message of the Hindu flag to the world. This is the national declaration.
In order that kingdom, power and glory may not become polluted by the
actions of tyranny and in order to keep the central truth of virtuous conduct
always before mankind, the background of this Hindu flag is made of
Bhagawa (red orchard) colour. This is the colour of renunciation. There is
no Tyaga without Yoga and Kshema. Therefore, the Kripana is for the Yoga
Kshema. We not only want to become free, powerful and liberated
ourselves, but we want also to make the world so. Therefore, the colour of
the flag of prosperity is Bhagawa. The deeper meaning and the philosophic
secret of the Hindu flag is, thus, denoted by this Bhagwa-zenda, which is
adorned by the kundalini with Omkar and which also holds the Kripana,
this has got a very great historical importance. This flag is the final stage in
the evolution of the traditional Hindu flag in the past. This is the
consummation and perfection. From the very ancient times, the colour of
the Hindu flag has been Bhagwa. Even today, the zenda indicating the ideas
of victorious Pravritti and Blissful Nivritti is seen always and everywhere
on the Hindu temples. When the Moslems were encroaching on the
Hindusthan, the Maharashtriya Hindu padpadashahi, which succeeded in
overthrowing them by its great forces with Herculean efforts and by
organising the Hindu power, had as its flag Bhagwa zenda and everyone
knows that the national Guru Samartha Ramdas, who bestowed it on the
national hero Shree Shivaji Maharaj, gave it as the flag of Hindu religion
for the great national purpose. For the establishment of Abhyudaya and
Nihshreyas, Shri Ramdas has defined Dharma as—
‘Activity generates power. He who is active possesses it, but it must be
based on the highest ideal of Nihshreyas, firstly as expounding the Kshatras

of great Avatars, secondly Rajakaran (politics), thirdly watchfulness
regarding everything.’
This very meaning is denoted by the Hindu flag. Along with the Royal
Bhagwa colour of the Maharashtriya Hindu power, there is also the Kripana
of the Sikhs indicative of the memory of Guru Govind Singh, another great
protector of Hindu nation. Guru Govind Singh used to keep Kripanas by his
sides and used to say: ‘The one is of Yoga and the other is of Bhoga, the
one is of Shanti (eternal peace) and the other is of Pushti-tushti
(prosperity).’ Our Hindu flag also gives the same message. This Kundalini
means Yoga and the Kripana means Bhoga.
In the same way, Onkar is the sacred name of the great One, with whom
the liberated souls become one, is the Highest state of Nihshreyas of Vaidic,
Non-Vaidic, Sanatani and modern Hindu. Be there everlasting victory and
eternal life to the Hindu flag bearing the symbol of Kundalini with Omkar
and of Kripana from this end to that of the world flying with the prowess of
millions of warriors accomplishing the highest happiness of all mankind!
Since the time when in the Shradhanada paper, Syt. Savarkar propounded
very clearly and appropriately the idea of the Hindu national flag, it is being
welcomed everywhere. At the Session of the Akhil-Bharatiya Hindu
Mahasabha at Surat, its learned and venerable president hoisted the flag. At
that time, the whole Mahasabha got up, saluting the flag hoisted
triumphantly. In the year 1928, the Morshi Taluka Hindu Parishad held its
session under the presidentship of Lokanayaka Aney. At that time, the
audience, which was more than 5000, stood under the flag and sang the
song of the ‘Hindus’ ‘We Hindus are all brothers.’
The C.P. and Berar Hindu Mahasabha met at Akola under the
presidentship of Pandit Madan Mohan Malaviya. At the time of entering the
mandap (pandal), all the persons assembled saluted the flag.
In the Hindu Youth Conference at Akola under the presidency of Dr.
Savarkar, the Hindu National song was sung under the very flag. After the
Surat Session in all the sessions of the Hindu Mahasabha, which took place
at Bezwada under the presidency of Dr. Moonje, at Akola under Sjt. Vijaya
Raghava Achariyar’s presidentship, at Delhi under the presidentship of Sj.
N. C. Kelkar of Poona, there was a grand salutation of this Abhinava Hindu
Dhwaja; the Hindu Flag continued hoisted and flying in every one of the
sessions that was held in subsequent years including the last session of
Cawnpore under the presidentship of Rev. U. Uttama.

Facts without Comment

Many a good-natured Hindu simpleton is heard to ejaculate with a
prudish air: ‘How can this be? I don’t think the Mahomedan proselytising
campaign is so bad as your comments suggest. Facts would certainly belie
them!’ If they would, none would be gladder than we. But friends, don’t
you see that between us, the comment which is decidedly based on a mere
‘I think’, a mere silly hope that hopes against hope, is the only comment
that you just passed on my comments? For, my comments are avowedly not
based on a mere ‘I think’. But your remark that want only asserts ‘facts
would certainly belie them’ is certainly belied by facts, for it is confessedly
guilty of being based on no more solid a foundation than a hollow ‘would’.
Is it not your business also, Oh good friend, to leave your cosy corner and
gather facts for yourselves, if only to prove my comments false? What right
have you to demand facts from me alone? Why don’t you bring out your
facts which you say would certainly belie my comments?
But, although, you have no right to dub my comments as certain to be
belied by facts without citing a single fact to support your own,
nevertheless, I have determined to treat you with an unalloyed dose of facts
and facts alone for which you so dreadfully thirst but to get at which, you
would not stretch out your lazy hand so much as an inch further. I hope
your green opium dreams would not be disturbed even by this strong dose.
We cite only those reports that come of the papers published during this
current month alone. If all reports that the press had reported of
Mahomedan campaign of conversion during the last four years are to be
cited, a volume would not suffice. So, we call only a few of them and only
out of those which happened within the last month alone.
Mr. Vilas Rai Dal reports from Sambhar: ‘Ever since the Hasan Nizami
scheme has begun its nefarious activity, several Hindus have been
converted to Mohamedanism. Almost every Mohamedan down to the street
urchins are ever on the lookout for a helpless or unprotected Hindu that they
might hammer upon and entangle him in their net. Only very recently, they
caught hold of two Brahmin women and made them Mohamedans. One
Hindu preacher opposed them. But as the chief officer as well as lower ones
are Moslems, they soon intimidated him into silence. The Moslem
shopkeepers, those who visit Hindu ladies for selling glass bangles, Moslem
servants in Hindu houses—all try to seduce or kidnap boys and girls and

generally force them to accept Mohamedanism. Only the other day, I visited
one of these victims and as a sample of what happens in scores of cases at
Sambhar, I reproduce our conversation. The name of the victim is Taka. He
was a Brahmin. He burst into tears as soon as the subject of this apostasy
was touched and said: I was a Kashmiri Brahmin. I was one day suddenly
called by a certain survey officer who was a Moslem, notorious for
partiality and fanaticism in Hindu circles. He offered me a pan but as I
refused to eat it, his servants suddenly fell upon me and belaboured me so
mercilessly that I fell senseless on the ground. When I recovered, I found
myself a helpless prisoner in the Moslem hands who took me to a mosque,
cut off my choti (shikha), paid off my debts to the Hindu shopkeepers,
changed my name to Nizamuddin and kept me under a close Moslem
surveillance. My wife and uncle came to see me but returned deadly
shocked and weeping at my helpless state.’ This Brahmin wished to come
back to the Hindu fold. He disclosed several cases of Hindu victims in
Sambhar alone, whose names were noted down by me. The Christians also
are making great progress in this State. If things go on like that, Sambhar
would cease to contain a Hindu home.”
The Hindu reports “The Mohamedans have organised a secret society in
the district of Nababshah whose activities are assuming dangerous
proportions. In this one district, and in one month, four or five Hindu lads
have been kidnapped.
“A Hindu woman has lodged a complaint that some Moslems of Karachi
have decamped with her young son and that she could not ascertain his
whereabouts.
“In the town of Naushahara, the Hindu papers report the presence of a
disciple of Hasan Nizami school who, guised as a Sufi, has been busy
seducing young Hindu boys away, making them abjure the Hindu faith. One
of his own pet disciples gave out his secret designs.”
The Sindh Kesari reports that Moslems have kidnapped a young Hindu lad
at Karachi aged 16. The Daily Hindu of Hyderabad observes: “The
campaign of kidnapping, seducing and abducting Hindu boys and girls is
being persistently carried on throughout Sindh. The Khilafatists are at the
forefront. On the 17th of April, some Mohamedans had secured a Hindu lad
—Har Nathoo, eight years old. They had kidnapped the boy at some other
place. Evidently a Hindu leader came to know of this wretched affair and
succeeded in recovering the boy, who was duly re-initiated into the Hindu

fold by restoring his sacred thread and the Shikha. Thereupon, the local
Mohamedans made a Mohamedan woman to file a suit against the Hindus
for having forcibly converted to Hinduism her lad, namely, Har Nathoo. But
the police inquiry resulted in establishing the Hindu contention. But seeing
the case had resulted against them, the Moslems stole the lad right from the
police custody and were on the point of despatching him to Hyderabad. But
fortunately, some Hindu gentlemen detected the poor lad thus being forcibly
smuggled by the Moslems and once more, the police secured his
possession. None of the Moslems is as yet arrested.”
The same paper publishes that a Madrasi Hindu with his wife and
daughter got stranded in Hyderabad on account of his money being robbed
on the railway station. Moslem propagandists, who are ever on the lookout
in Hyderabad for an opportunity to catch any helpless Hindu in their nets,
got hold of that Madrasi and took him to Moslem quarters. But fortunately,
a Hindu Sikh gentleman got news of the affair and took the duped Madrasi,
his wife and daughter to the office of the Hindu Sabha, and thus saved
them.
A Hindu girl was abducted and held in illegal custody by some Moslems
in Hyderabad. The Hindus on coming to know of this dreadful affair,
informed the police and released the poor girl.
Mr. Subhanilal reports that a Hindu woman named Amara Bai was on the
point of being abducted by two Moslems, Muhmud and Jumma. They had
arranged every thing for the forcible carrying away of that woman. Just
then, some Hindu gentleman detected it and informed the police. But the
police too seemed inclined to let the Moslems have the possession of the
woman. As the Hindu yielded not and threatened further proceedings, they
at last succeeded in saving the woman and sent her back to her husband,
who is a resident in Delhi.
The scandalous activities of Bengali Moslem gundas and proselytisers,
working hand in hand, have become so persistent and so notorious that one
cannot understand how the Hindus in East Bengal have grown so incredibly
emasculated. Hundreds of cases have occurred in that part continuously for
the last three years and more, monotonously repeating the same story of a
Moslem abducting or outraging and then forcing the Hindu girl or wife to
Mohamedanism. To choose only one case, let us cite the story of Gubrasani,
the daughter of the mukhtyar of Gaivanda. Khijuruddin and other Moslem
rowdies rushed in the house of her father and forcibly carried this poor girl

away. She was confined and tortured, dishonoured and outraged, but she
refused to give her consent to live with them as a Moslem. She once got an
opportunity, effected her escape and reaching a railway station, was on the
point of leaving the place. But the Daroga there happened to be a
Mohamedan, he intervened and handed back that helpless girl into the
hands of those Mohamedan miscreants who had abducted her. At last, the
whereabouts of the girl being known, the police arrested those Moslem
criminals along with that Daroga and the case was tried before the
Magistrate of Rangpoor. The miscreants were punished but an important
side-issue brought to light in an authoritative way the evil that is corroding
Hindu life in Eastern Bengal not only now—now that it is brought to light
—but for decades and decades in the past. The accused in this case wanted
to get their case transferred from Rangpoor to some other court on the
ground that the popular feeling at Rangpoor was so excited against them as
to affect the decision of their case. The Magistrate set aside and refused to
grant their petition, observing with silent eloquence that cases of Hindu
women being similarly abducted and ill-treated have become such a
common occurrence in Eastern Bengal, that people have ceased to take any
special notice of them and so they could never excite the popular feeling
there. These words of a magistrate are so plain and yet so dreadful that the
‘Agrasar’ is made to observe that no stronger remarks could be passed in
condemning the effeminacy that has overtaken the Hindus of East Bengal
and the criminal negligence, with which West Bengal passively witnesses
all this, without so much as raising a word of protest against this Moslem
rowdyism that has such a fanatical method in its monstrous madness. A
breath of Lord Lytton has shocked our sense of chivalry, but the rude and
indecent clasp of the garlic-smelling Moslem gunda may be silently borne.
From Badan, the sad tale of the oppression of Mohamedan Zamindars
informs us that one Devi Bhavani, a Hindu Chambhar, was the latest victim
of religious fanaticism. He was all of a sudden attacked by half a dozen
Moslems, under the protection of Zamindars, and was forcibly fed with
unclean food at the hand of Mohamedans; the whole society of the
Chambhars is being intimidated and oppressed with a view to forcing them
to embrace Islam. The Zamindars have ordered washermen, barbers and
other castes not to render services to the Chambhars unless they leave the
Hindu fold. The Mohamedan police too is passively witnessing this
dreadful and criminal campaign of religious persecution. The villages of

Datagant, Bikhanli, Khiri and several other places in the district of Etava
are groaning under similar religious persecution and Hindus in dozens and
scores, have been systematically forced to leave the faith of their
forefathers. Mr. Devi Dutt Dwivedi declares that some of these Hindu
victims to Moslem barbarism have prayed to be readmitted into the Hindu
fold through shuddhi.
Before the District Magistrate of Sylhut, a Hindu widow stated that she
got widowed at the age of ten. She was aged about fourteen years, at the
time of her complaint. Once while she was bathing at a ghat, one rascal
Mubarik suddenly fell on her, thrust a piece of cloth in her mouth and
decamped with her. He kept her in confinement and committed a series of
outrages. He took her then to a rich Mohamedan, threatening her all the
while with a pointed dagger to acquiesce in all that he did and said. In the
meanwhile, she saw her brother coming down with a constable, at the sight
of which, she suddenly cried aloud ‘brother! oh my brother! Here, am I, thy
sister Tarangin!’ The story and its pathos need not be gone into further
enough to state that in this case, at least the rascal Mubarik got sentence of
four years rigorous imprisonment.
We can multiply similar incidents reported from Kashmir to Kamorin ad
nauseum. But we refrain from doing so and will end this sad tale with two
significant remarks. One is a caution printed prominently in the Arjun—the
leading Hindi Daily of Delhi. It warns all Hindus that inasmuch as the filthy
activity of Moslem gundas has been renewed in Delhi, Hindus should not
allow their sisters and wives and mothers and daughters to go unattended, to
bath, to the ghats of the Jamanaji nor would they remain outside after dusk.
For, several reports have reached us that show that Moslem gundas take
most indecent liberty with Hindu ladies and harass them most dreadfully in
some quarters of the city. This is the state of the capital of all India! What
are we to think of out-of-the-way villages and towns on the frontier or in
the Punjab in Sindh and other provinces!
This also must be borne in mind that each of these cases that has come to
light conceals behind it dozen that are not known.
Last of all, in the presence of such grave and persistent provocation, there
is not a single case of a Hindu being guilty of carrying or trying to kidnap
or abduct a Moslem boy or girl under the influence of fanatical barbarism.
Fortunately, it is not in their grain.

Here then, are a few facts and no comment. In fact, comment on such facts
does only clothe their naked heinousness. Let them see, who have eyes to
see!
—Mahratta, 3-5-1925
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The Late Shriyut V.V.S. Aiyer In Memoriam

Heavy griefs have often embittered our life, but none heavier than what
thy sudden death caused, Oh friend, ever taxed our capacity to endure.
Memories of those momentous years and trying days rise in a flood and
struggling to find a vent, keep knocking at the gates of our heart. How we
wish we could have spoken them all and recited our reminiscences; but our
lips must remain sealed. How we long to write of thy goodness and
gentleness of disposition—how, when betrayed, thou stood'st unshaken,
how thou served'st them who owned thee not and how thou suffered'st
when unknown and madest not the slightest mention of it when thou gotst
known—how we long to write of it all; but our pen is a broken reed. The
noble story of thy life must for, the time being, may perhaps for all time to
come, remain untold. For while those who can recite it are living, the time
to tell it may not come, and when the time comes when all that is worth
telling will no longer remain suppressed and will be eagerly listened to, the
generation that could have recounted it might have passed away. Thy
greatness, therefore, must stand undimmed but unwitnessed by man, like
the lofty Himalayan peaks. Thy services and sacrifices must lie buried in
oblivion as do the foundations of a mighty castle.
The news of thy sudden death was bitter enough. But bitterer by for, is this
our inability to relate to posterity under what heavy obligations thou hast
placed them and to express the fulness of our personal and public grief.
For, indeed, he was a pillar of strength, a Hindu of Hindus and in him, our
Hindu race has lost one of the most exalted representatives and a perfect
flower of our Hindu civilization. Ripe in experience, hallowed by sufferings
and devoted to the service of man and God, the cause of Hindu Sanghatan
was sure to find in him, one of its best and foremost champions in Madras.
In 1907 A.D. or somewhere there, one day the maidservant at the famous
India House in London handed a visiting card to us as we came downstairs
to dine, and told us the gentleman was awaiting in the drawing room.
Presently, the door was flung open and a gentleman neatly dressed in
European costumes and inclined to be fashionable, warmly shook hands
with us. He told us he had been a pleader at Rangoon and he had come over
to England to qualify himself as a full-fledged barrister. He was past thirty
and seemed a bit agreeably surprised to find us so young. He assured us of
his intention to study English music and even assured that he was eager to

get a few lessons in dancing as well. We, as usual, entered our first mild
protest against thus dissipating the energy of our youth in light-hearted
pastime when momentous issues hung in balance. The gentleman,
unconvinced but impressed, took our leave promising to continue to call
upon us every now and then.
He was Shriyut V.V.S. Aiyer
In 1910 A.D., somewhere in March, we stood as a prisoner then only very
recently pent up in Brixton—the formidable prison in London. The warder
announced visits. Anxiously, we accompany the file of prisoners to the
visiting yard. We stand behind the bars wondering who could have come to
call on us and thus invited the unpleasant attentions of the London police.
For, to acknowledge our acquaintance from the visitor's box in front of the
prison bars, was a sure step to eventually get behind them. The visitors are
let in. They crowdedly pass past our window. Presently, one dignified figure
enters the box in front of us. It was V.V.S. Aiyer. His beard was loosely
waving on his breast. He was unkempt. He was no longer the neatly dressed
fashionable gentleman. His whole figure was transformed with some great
act of dedication of life. “Oh leader!” he feelingly accosted us, “why you
left Paris at all”! Soothingly, I said: “Friend, what is the use now of
discussing it here. Rightly or not I am here, pent up in this prison-and the
best way now is to see what is to be done next, how to face the present.”
While fully occupied in discussing future plans, the bell rang and the
warders came rushing and shouting unceremoniously: “Time is up.” With a
heavy heart, we looked into each others’ eyes. We knew it would perhaps
be the last time we ever saw each other in this life. Tears rose, Suppressing
them we said: “No! no! We are Hindus. We have read Gita. We must not
weep in the presence of these unsympathetic crowds.” We spoke in Hindi;
curious crowds of English men watched the ‘young Indian rebel ‘ and his
friend. We parted, I watched him till he disappeared and said to my mind:
“Alas! it is well nigh, impossible to see this loving soul again.” For, one of
the two fates was certain to fall to my lot, the gallows or the Andamans, and
neither could hold any prospect before me of seeing my friends again.
This was in 1910 A.D.; fourteen years rolled by, and the impossible
actually happened. Travelling the most dangerous and meandering bypaths
and bylanes and subterenean passages of life so formidably bordering the
realms of death, I met Shriyut Aiyer a couple of months ago. He had
travelled all the distance from Madras to Bombay to enable us to revel a

few hours in the wines of romantic joy. We forgot for a while, the bitterness
and the deep pangs of the afflicted and tortured past and lightly gossiped as
boys fresh from schools meeting back after a long holiday. He took my
leave. I watched him disappear and said to my mind, now can call him
again, any time I like.
Little I knew that it was then that he was to disappear beyond all human
recall. When human wisdom shook its head and snorted out ‘impossible’,
events proved it possible and when it gaily assured itself ‘at any time,’
Destiny put in a stern never; thus oft, fate seems to act with no nobler
intention but to mock and humiliate human calculations!
With Aiyer, the politician, we cannot concern ourselves here. It is the loss
of Aiyer, the scholar, the friend, the noblest type of a Hindu gentleman, the
author of Kural, the saintly soul, whose life has been one continuous
sacrifice and worship that we so bitterly bewail to-day and bitterly chafe at
our inability to pay a public tribute to his memory in a fashion worthy of the
noble Dead. Oh, the times on which our generation has fallen! The noblest
sink down and are washed off to the shores of Death, while the unworthy
keep gaily swimming on the tides of Life.
But thou hast done thy duty. Friend! It was for Human Love that thou
livedst and thou diedst too for Human Love, even as a martyr unto her.
Thou knewst no peace in life, oh, soldier of God. But Peace be with Thee
in Death. Oh friend! Peace be with thee and divine rest!’
—(Mahratta 28-6-1925)
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Then Who is Who, Pray?
While cursorily glancing over the papers, our eye caught a heap of
capitals, which, scanning a little closer, revealed a list of names of Pratap,
Shivaji, Govind singh and others. Out of respect for these heroic
representatives of our race, we naturally read a sentence or two of the article
wherein those occurred, when to our surprise, we found ourselves face to
face with the ghost of that hackneyed lie which had been killed and buried a
dozen times over in the past and which asserted that the Hindus could not
be said to be a race and could not, therefore, claim to inherit the blood of
Pratap and Shivaji and Govind. We were just on the point of sweeping aside
this statement as a contemptuous vapouring of foreign malice or ignorance,
when somewhere about the sentence, the eye caught another familiar name.
It was of Mahatma Gandhi. Without going further in the article, we
instinctively felt that he must have been the author of that statement. It was
worthy of no one else in India. From what other source can such profound
shallowness flow than from the perennial fountain of ‘Himalayan mistakes!’
To level down to dust at a single non-violent stroke, the cherished love and
pride and exalted emotions of a whole race that fondly felt in its vein the
blood of a Shivaji and a Shankaracharya or a Pratap or a Chhatrasal or a
Chaitanya flow—only a Mahatmaic audacity can accomplish that! Let the
silly and unscientific Hindus disown forthwith the superstitious belief that
after all, they were the sons of those sires who fought at Haldighat and were
martyred at Sarhind and won at Udgir and ruled at Delhi!
Gandhiji tells us we cannot be said to inherit the blood of Pratap and
Shivaji and Govind. But then do we inherit any one’s blood at all? We are
born in Maharashtra—can we claim to inherit the blood of Shivaji at least?
The caste system that prevails amongst the Hindus and the consequent
absence of the custom of intermarriages amongst them, which seems to be
the reason, which prevents a Gujarati from owning the blood of a Rajput
Pratap or a Maratha Shivaji in his veins, ought to, if true and sound a reason
in the first case, prevent us also from claiming to inherit the blood of
Shivaji. For, Brahmins in Maharashtra married not with the Bhonsle and
other Kshatriya castes. Taking a step further, not only the Brahmins but also
the Vaishyas and Shudras and Atishudras, the Prabhus and Saraswats—
almost all of those crores of Hindus who go by the name of Maharashtrians,
cannot look upon Shivaji as one of their forefathers any more than a

Gujarati can. Even amongst those who are Kshatriyas of Shivaji’s caste, all
cannot claim him as their ancestor; for many—nay, the majority of their
families had no blood connection with the Bhonsles or the Jadhavas.
Leaving aside the question of Shivaji, we cannot positively succeed in
proving that we possess the blood of even the Peshavas in our veins unless
and until our genealogy reveals a marriage connection with the Bhats and
other families relating to the Peshavas. All Brahmins also cannot claim
common blood, for they all do not intermarry. So, then taking the last case
of Maharashtra, not only does a Gujarati or a Bengali or a Madrasi or a
Punjabi Hindu fail to establish his superstitious belief that claims Bajirao
and Shivaji and Ramdas and Nana and Bhau and the hundred other heroic
figures that fought for, died for and won the cause of Hindu-patpadashahi in
the past as his glorious forefathers, but even a Maratha, a Maharashtrian,
must disown them unless indeed, any one of them can produce a genealogy
establishing an individual blood relation through inter-marriage. Nor can all
Rajputs claim Pratap for their ancestor, nor the Sikhs Guru Govind for
theirs. In such an anomalous situation, all that one can state is that Sambahji
alone inherited the blood of Shivaji or following the more unobjectionable
style of Satyakama Jabali of old, assert that any given person can claim the
blood of his mother alone—and of no one else.
So, then, the poor Hindu is no racial entity at all. Shri Ram and Shri
Krishna are mere persons to him, with whom he has nothing more in
common either in blood or ancestry than he has with the citizens of
Timbuctoo or with the man in the moon! Thus, he who used to live and
breathe and had his being in a sublime conviction of his consanguinity and
affinity with the seers and heroes and warriors, with Ram and Krishna and
Shivaji, find the stream of his lifeblood suddenly choked and dried up, lost
in bogs and sands of Mahatma Sahara of absurdity, and stand alone, a unity
by himself, no one in the world whom he can call his kith or kin outside the
scrap of his family-genealogical chart.
But then, the Hindu suffers not alone. He has to undergo the pangs of
bereavement in company with almost all the world. If a Hindu cannot be
said to possess the blood of a Pratap or a Shivaji, as Englishman too cannot
by the same analogy, be said to be positively entitled to inherit the blood of
a Cromwell or a Shakespeare. For, in spite of a general custom of
intermarriages amongst the English people, no one can assert that every
English individual has affinity with all other English people or has entered

through his family in an individual blood relation with every other English
family, which he can prove as soon as summoned by M. Gandhiji to do so.
How can the cockney in the East London dare to claim to inherit the blood
of the house of York or the proud Earls, whose pedigree boasts of pure
patrician blood, that for generations and generations admitted none but a
patrician within its sacred precincts? If a Hindu cannot be said to possess
the blood of a Pratap and Ram or Rohidas Chambhar on account of the
absence of the custom of intermarriages amongst castes and consequent
absence of individual blood relations with the persons or their families, with
whom he claims consanguinity, then an Englishman too cannot necessarily
be said to inherit the blood of a Shakespeare, or an American of
Washington, or an Italian, of Mazzini, or a German, of Frederick the Great,
on account of the absence of any positive proof of his or any of his family
being allowed to mix his blood with that of the other, in spite of the custom
of intermarriages amongst the European nations that can suggest a mere
possibility of consanguinity or affinity, but cannot in itself be a positive
proof thereof. The only advantage that a cockney of East London has over
the Hindu is that the cockney may be imaginatively looked upon as a blood
relation of, say, Henry VIII. Just as he may be imaginably looked upon to
be the prospective King of England or, for the matter of that, of all Europe!
But just as in spite of this imaginable possibility of being the Emperor of all
Europe, he, so far as facts are concerned, remains a cockney amongst
cockneys; even so, in spite of a possibility of being otherwise, he, so far as
all practical proofs are concerned, cannot be said to inherit the blood of a
Shakespeare or Hampden or Pitt or the Black Prince and, most certainly, not
of all these put together. And yet the school-children of these every
cockneys are made to short till they get hoarse in their school: We are the
sons of sires that baffled, crowned and martyred tyranny! They defied the
field and scaffold, for their birthright-so will we!”
Foolish rhodomontade! How can all English children be supposed to have
entered through their families into blood relation with all those Englishmen,
who centuries and centuries ago, ‘baffled, crowned and martyred tyranny!
We sincerely hope that if ever Mahatma Gandhi comes to wield the power
of a Supreme World Censor—God forbid!—which he hypothetically
granted to himself on the occasion of opening the offices of the Hindusthan
Times at Delhi, he would give his second attention to suppress throughout
Europe—nay all the world over—these foolish blusterings of intoxicated