INDIA DIES NOT

We have an idea that we Indians can do something, and amongst the Indians we Bengalis may laugh at this idea; but I do not. My mission in life is to rouse a struggle in you. Whether you are an Advaitin, whether you are a qualified monist or dualist, it does not matter much. ButContinue reading “INDIA DIES NOT”

Mahatma Gandhi, Letter To American Friends, August 3, 1942

Dear friends, As I am supposed to be the spirit behind the much discussed and equally well abused resolution of the Working Committee of the Indian National Congress on independence, it has become necessary for me to explain my position. For I am not unknown to you. I have in America perhaps the largest numberContinue reading “Mahatma Gandhi, Letter To American Friends, August 3, 1942”

Hymn to Kali

Mother, if our Soul is Timeless, and its glimmering knowledge of Your eternal existence is Time, then You are keeper of both Time and Timelessness, pirouetting along the outer rim of the great bowl of your starred universe—causeless yet causing and primal yet final. The eternal vibration of your dancing feet pattering reach this littleContinue reading “Hymn to Kali”

ഭൂമിദാനം / भूदान / Bhoomidan

Bhoomidanam (“land gift”) was a movement led by Acharya Vinoba Bhave, an Indian sage and Gandhian disciple who walked hundreds of miles through India for 13 years with the mission of convincing landlords to renounce some of their holdings, for the social uplift of the poor and downtrodden and in order to promote village self-sufficiency.Continue reading “ഭൂമിദാനം / भूदान / Bhoomidan”

I too, hear America singing by Horace Julian Bond

I too, hear America singing But from where I stand I can only hear Little Richard And Fats Domino. But sometimes, I hear Ray Charles Drowning in his own tears or Bird Relaxing at Camarillo or Horace Silver doodling, Then I don’t mind standing a little longer, Horace Julian Bond, printed in Morehouse College “Pegasus”