S. Khuda Bukhsh

Summary

S. Khuda Bukhsh The Calcutta Review, 3rd Series… (1925)

The hand that so deftly guided the political destiny of Bengal is, alas, now no-more to guide her; to lead her to the fondly wished-for goal—Self-Government. His death is a national calamity; for, quite irrespective of caste and creed—all feel that a shattering blow has been dealt at India’s aspirations—a hopeless void created—beautiful Hind suddenly bereft of her crowning glory! And if this is the case in the sphere of politics—no less keen and acute is the sense of loss in the social sphere. All feel his death as a personal loss—an irreparable loss.
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S. Khuda Bukhsh The Calcutta Review, 3rd Series… (1925)

Dead!—no! it is a misnomer to call him dead whose voice still lingers in our ears—whose personality still subdues and sways us—whose spirit still animates us—and whose example is our undying, enduring possession.
Immortal art thou—Chitta Ranjan—beyond death’s conquest, and beyond oblivion’s reach. Thine is the crown of immortality—thine, a people’s gratitude.
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S. Khuda Bukhsh The Calcutta Review, 3rd Series… (1925)

If there is any such thing as immortality of soul or continuity of life after death—the immortals will, assuredly, rejoice with our rejoicings and grieve with our griefs but no joy can be greater than the joy of seeing their unfinished work carried on with undeviating firmness and no grief keener or more agonising than to see it dropped or half-heartedly pursued.
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