KALA PANEE-The Clandestine Tale of Sir Ashutosh Mukherjee

Hinduic tradition laid down guidelines preventing its followers from crossing the sea.It was blasphemy,blasphemy that would strip oneself of his own societal rights.This story is about Sir Ashutosh Mukherjee,the Bengal Tiger,for whom this evolves into a war between filial obedience and the British crown's order.

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sushmitasaha | 23 Sep 2014
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"His noblest achievement,surest of them all,
A place for his mother tongue in a step mother's hall."



The summer breeze that blew along the boroughs of black town brought the communique.He had been called upon by the Viceroy.Services to Indian education was the superficial dispatch,exhibition of an amalgamation of Indian blood with European tastes to British gentry read the fine print.Food for curious eyes they said.

The words unfolded in deathly silence.Chaos balanced peace thereafter."You will adulterate your blood,lose your caste! A dark skinned European they call you",said she."Mother,a Knighthood is being stated here"."A Knighthood? Cross the sea to embrace a medal and to denounce your religion? Kala panee it is.Drown your identity,your honour,your caste in the waters of avarice".He knew the sacrilege at length.Posteriority versus caste.And caste was winning.

The halls of Belvedere awaited his verdict.They were too magnanimous to echo a 'No'.Lord Curzon was waiting,albeit,he was unaccustomed to wait.The bearer ended his restlessness.His man was brought in.He stood there,epitome of dignity,not batting an eyelid before the burning sun that could incinerate him with its radiance."So?" asked the Governor-General,"Your answer." The only sound that could be heard was the Mahogany timepiece ticking in synchrony with his fate.A "No" shattered the harmony.Curzon's brows were knitted in a frown by now,his eyes staring in disbelief."Do you realize the consequences? Rethink.I grant you a second chance." "I am irrevocable" said he to ears that grew red in mortification."State your reason,native" reciprocated the Governor.Our protagonist's reply came after a brief pause,"Because my mother decrees me to do so"."Tell your mother the Viceroy and Governor-General of India commands her son to go." Visibly unmoved he simply said "Then I will tell the Viceroy and Governor-General of India that Ashutosh Mukherjee refuses to be commanded by any other person except his mother,be he viceroy or be he somebody higher still." White skin stood in sharp contrast with dark but so did supreme resolute with nobility by birth.The bedlam of homebound birds shattered the humiliation ringing inside Curzon's ears,his crimson face a tinge too common with the red,summer twilight sky.Both melting into darkness,blessed by oblivion.An honourable defeat indeed to an honourable enemy.






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