WHO IS A HINDU

HE IS A HINDU WHO IS RESTLESS AND NEVER SATISFIED WITH THE DULL ROUTINE OF LIFE; WHO YEARNS FOR THE FINER VALUES OF LIFE; WHO KNOWS HOW TO LIVE MANLY INSTEAD OF DYING SHAMELESSLY.

It is easy to die, in a train or taxi accident, on a sick-bed in the Hospital; in cross-firing between two rival factions. What is, however, difficult is how to live, -manly and nobly for a cause, - and work for it, pursuing it to the logical end. You live, work, grind, and convert your dreams into a reality. You organise the Hindus and for that purpose you live. That is life worth living.

Dr. K.B. Hedgewar, founder of the RSS did not mount the scaffold like a martyr. He lived long, he worked long, he executed a silent crusade for the regeneration of Hindu society. His life did many wonders which no death of any other man could do. He knew how to live.

It is always the restless Hindu, whose mind is composed but whose heart is surcharged with the battery of activity, who can work wonders. No press headlines, no camera shots, no Television tricks, but, like the every-busy ant, always running after its goal.

Alexander wanted to conquer the whole world, Hitler subjugated entire Europe and dreamt himself as the Great Emperor of Europe; Mussolini, not satisfied with his own Italy, attacked the economically poor Abbysinia (now Ethiopa) in Africa; Jinnah, not satisfied with wresting 'Pakistan' from the Hindus, sent his Afridi Pathan tribesmen to Kashmir to loot, rape and murder.

THIS IS NOT THE SIGN OF CREATIVE RESTLESSNESS, but destructive aggrandisement, for self-glorification which culminates in delusion. It digs its own grave.

A Hindu, on the other hand, will fortify his country and beautify his religion because Hindusthan and Hinduism are inseparable to a Hindu. Faith and Fatherland are inter-twined.

A Hindu should so live that when he dies, even the coffin-carriers should weep for him, -not as a matter of formality, but as a tribute of their wounded and tortured heart at the death of a child of immortal bliss. Sometimes the heart weeps, but the eyes are dry,- as happened when Guruji Golwalkar died in Nagpur.

As Sister Devamata said, "God does not shield us from battle; He fights it with us. He wishes us to be heroic, not faint-hearted and unmanly; and we become heroes by battles, not by flight or shielding. If God carried us from the field always, we would soon learn to be cowards. Without struggle we cannot gain endurance, and endurance is the measure of our strength".