India is the most fantastic of lands. Here everything grows in profusion but nothing really flourishes. Sooner or later- rather than later- dry-rot sets in.
What I mean to say is that the fruits of India appear wonderful, so tempting that they make one frantic to have them, yet, when tasted, they are found to be without savour.
Why is this so? To answer this question properly an attempt must be made ast self-analysis. I have tried to look at my country-barring the primitive tribes and peasantry, who demand and deserve seperate studies-from two points of view, from within and from without. I say no more than I have found. As Tagore put it, “those that love have a right to chastise.”
Sunder Thadani


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