Saturday, June 1, 2019

Let New India Arise

However much you may parade your descent from Aryan ancestors and sing the glories of ancient India day and night, and however much you may be strutting in the pride of your birth, you, the upper classes of India, do you think you are alive? 
You are but mummies ten thousand years old! … … 

You represent the past tense, with all its varieties of form jumbled into one. That one still seems to see you at the present time, is nothing but a nightmare brought on by indigestion. … … 

You merge yourselves in the void and disappear, and let New India arise in your place. 

Let her arise -- out of the peasants' cottage, grasping the plough; out of the huts of the fisherman, the cobbler, and the sweeper. 
Let her spring from the grocer's shop, from beside the oven of the fritter-seller. 
Let her emanate from the factory, from marts, and from markets. 
Let her emerge from groves and forests, from hills and mountains. 
These common people have suffered oppression for thousands of years -- suffered it without murmur, and as a result have got wonderful fortitude. They have suffered eternal misery, which has given them unflinching vitality. 

                         - Swami Vivekananda, 
                           Memoirs of European Travel 


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