The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 7/Epistles - Third Series/XXIII Mr. Bhattacharya
5th September, 1894.
DEAR MR. BHATTACHARYA (Mr. Manmatha Nath Bhattacharya),
I was much pleased to read your affectionate letter. I shall make inquiries
about the weaving machine as soon as I can, and let you know. Now I am
resting at Annisquam, a village on the seacoast; soon I shall go to the city
and attend to the matter of the machine. These seaside places are filled
with people during the summer; some come to bathe in the sea, some to take
rest, and some to catch husbands.
There is a strong sense of decorum in this country.
You have to keep yourself always covered from neck to foot in the presence
of women. You cannot so much as mention the normal functions of the body:
nobody knows when anyone goes to the toilet — one has to live so
circumspectly. In this country, you can blow your nose a thousand times into
your handkerchief — there is no harm in that; but it is highly uncivilised
to belch. Women sometimes are not embarrassed to expose their bodies above
the waist — you must have seen the kind of low-cut gown they wear — but they
say that to go bare-foot is as bad as being naked. Just as we always dwell
on the soul, so they take care of the body, and there is no end to the
cleaning and embellishing of it. One who fails to do this has no place in
Our method of cooking with cow-dung fuel and eating on the floor they
consider eating like pigs: they say that the Hindus have no sense of disgust
and that, like pigs, they eat cow-dung. The word "cow-dung" is taboo in
English. On the other hand, numbers of people will drink water with the same
glass without thinking of washing it, and they rarely observe the rule that
things must be washed before cooking. But should the clothes of the cook be
a little soiled, they will throw her out. The table-ware is all spick and
span. They are the richest people on earth; their enjoyments and luxuries
In Rajputana they imitate the Mohammedans in their mode of dining, which is,
on the whole, good. They sit on a low seat and place their plate of rice on
a low table. This is much better than spreading a banana leaf on the earthen
floor plastered with cow-dung and filth. And how disastrous if the leaf gets
torn! The Hindus did not know much about clothes or food. Moreover, whatever
Hindu civilisation there was existed in the Punjab and the north-west
provinces. . . .
Our women lose caste if they put on shoes, but the Rajput women lose their
caste if they don't put on shoes! Says Manu: "One shall always wear shoes".
There is no denying that people should have a decent enough standard of
living. I say they should be neat and clean even though not luxurious. . . .
I say, why do we have to be Englishmen? It is enough for the present if we
imitate our brothers of the western provinces. If group after group of
Indians travel all over the world and back for some years, the face of India
will be changed within twenty years by that alone; nothing else need be
done. But how will anything happen if the people of one village do not visit
the next? However, everything will take place by and by. By and by, the
stubborn Bengali boys will awaken the country. But Manmatha Babu, you will
have to stop this shameful business of marrying off nine-year-old girls.
That is the root of all sins. It is a very great sin, my boy. Consider
further what a terrible thing it was that when the government wanted to pass
a law stopping early marriage, our worthless people raised a tremendous
howl! If we don't stop it ourselves, the government will naturally
intervene, and that is just what it wants to do. All the world cries fie
upon us. You remain shut up in your homes, but the people outside spit upon
you. How far can I quarrel with them? What a horror — even a father and
mother allow their ten-year-old daughter to be given in marriage to a
full-grown fat husband! O Lord, is there any punishment unless there has
been a sin? It is all the fruit of Karma. If ours were not a terribly sinful
nation, then why should it have been booted and beaten for seven hundred
Now, just as in our country the parents suffer a lot to have their daughter
married, here in the same way the girls suffer — the parents only a little
— it is the job of the girls to capture husbands. I am now closely
associated with them in all their affairs; I am, as it were, a woman amongst
women. Therefore, I have seen, and am seeing, all their play. To give
dinners, to dance, to go to musical parties, go to the watering places — all
that is all right. But all the while the young women are scheming within
themselves how to capture husbands. They hang round the boys. The boys, on
the other hand, are so cautious that, though they mingle with the girls and
flirt with them all the time, when it is time to surrender they run away.
The boys place the girls above themselves; they show them respect and slave
for them; but the moment the girls stretch their hands to catch them, they
run away beyond their reach. After many efforts of this kind, a girl
succeeds in capturing a boy. If the girl has money, then many a boy dances
attendance upon her, but the poor have great difficulty. If a poor girl is
exceedingly beautiful, she can marry quickly; otherwise, she has to wait all
her life. Just as in our country, so here, one marriage in a thousand takes
place through love and courtship; the rest are based on money. After that,
quarrel, and then, 'Get out!' — divorce. We do not have this; the only way
out is to hang oneself. It is the same in all countries. Only, here the
girls take matters into their own hands; and in our country, we get the help
of the parents to give their married life a decent appearance. The result is
the same in either case.
Nowadays, however, American girls don't want to marry. During the Civil War a large number of men were killed and women began to do all kinds of work. Since then, they have not wanted to give up the rights they have acquired. They earn their own living, and therefore they say, "There is no use in marrying. If we truly fall in love, then we shall marry; otherwise, we shall earn and meet our own expenses". Even if the father is a millionaire, the son has to earn enough before he marries. One may not marry depending on an allowance from the father. The girls also want the same thing now. When a son marries he becomes like a stranger to his own family, but when a girl marries she brings her husband, as it were, into her parents' home. Men will visit their wives' parents ten times, but rarely go to their own parents. Yet they are very much afraid of having their mothers-in-law on their neck.
In this country, there are rivers of wealth and waves of beauty, and an abundance of knowledge everywhere. The country is very healthy; they know how to enjoy this earth. . . . When princes of Europe become poor they come to marry here. The average American doesn't like this; but some rich, beautiful women fall for the titles. Yet it is very difficult for American women to live in Europe. The husbands of this country are slaves of their wives; but the European wives are slaves to their husbands — this the American women don't like. In everything, the men here have to say, 'Yes dear'; otherwise the wives lose face before people.
The women in America are very sentimental and have a mania for romance. I
am, however, a strange sort of animal who hasn't any romantic feeling, and
therefore they could not sustain any such feeling toward me and they show me
great respect. I make all of them call me "father" or "brother". I don't
allow them to come near me with any other feeling, and gradually they have
all been straightened out. . . .
The ministers in this country . . . are eager to throw sinners into hell. A
few of them are very good, however. . . . I have a great reputation among
the women in this country. I have not as yet seen a single unchaste girl
among the unmarried. It is either a widow or a married woman who turn
unchaste. The unmarried girls are exceedingly good, because their future is
bright. . . .
Those emaciated Western women, looking like old dried-up fruit, whom you see
in India, are English, and the English are an ugly race amongst the
Europeans. In America, the best blood strains of Europe have been blended,
and therefore, the American women are very beautiful. And how they take care
of their beauty! Can a woman retain her beauty if she gives birth to
children . . . every hour from her tenth year on? Damn nonsense! What a
terrible sin! Even the most beautiful woman of our country will look like a
black owl here. Yet it must be admitted that the women of the Punjab have
very well-drawn features. Many of the American women are very well educated
and put many a learned professor to shame; nor do they care for anyone's
opinion. And as regards their virtues: what kindness, what noble thought and
action! Just think, if a man of this country were to visit India, nobody
would even touch him; yet here I am allowed to do as I please in the houses
of the best families — like their own son! I am like a child; their women
shop for me, run errands for me. For example: I have just written to a girl
for information about the machine, which she will gather carefully and send
to me. Again, a phonograph was sent to the Maharaj of Khetri: the girls
managed the whole affair very well. Lord! Lord! It is the difference between
heaven and hell! "They are the goddess Lakshmi in beauty and the goddess
Saraswati in talents and accomplishments." This cannot be achieved through
the study of books. I say, can you send out some men and women to see the
world? Only then will the country wake up — not through the reading of
books. The men here are very clever in earning wealth. Where others do not
see even dust, there they see gold. Whoever will leave India and visit
another country will earn great merit.
Keeping aloof from the community of nations is the only cause for the
downfall of India. Since the English came, they have been forcing you back
into communion with other nations, and you are visibly rising again.
Everyone that comes out of the country confers a benefit on the whole
nation; for it is by doing that alone that your horizon will expand. And as
women cannot avail themselves of this advantage, they have made almost no
progress in India. There is no station of rest; either you progress upwards
or you go back and die out. The only sign of life is going outward and
forward and expansion. Contraction is death. Why should you do good to
others? Because that is the only condition of life; thereby you expand
beyond your little self; you live and grow. All narrowness, all contraction,
all selfishness is simply slow suicide, and when a nation commits the fatal
mistake of contracting itself and of thus cutting off all expansion and
life, it must die. Women similarly must go forward or become idiots and
soulless tools in the hands of their tyrannical lords. The children are the
result of the combination of the tyrant and the idiot, and they are slaves.
And this is the whole history of modern India. Oh, who would break this
horrible crystallisation of death? Lord help us! (This paragraph was written
Gradually all this will come about: "One should cross a road slowly and
cautiously; one should patch a quilt carefully and cautiously; so should one
be slow and cautious in crossing a mountain".
The papers have arrived duly and in good shape; there has not been any
difficulty about that. The enemy has been silenced. Consider this: They have
allowed me, an unknown young man, to live among their grown-up young
daughters, and when my own countryman, Mazoomdar, says I am a rogue, they
don't pay any attention! How noble they are, and how kind! I shall not be
able to repay this debt even in a hundred lives, I am like a foster son to
the American women; they are really my mother. If they don't flourish in
every way, who would?
A while back several hundred intellectual men and women were gathered in a
place called Greenacre, and I was there for nearly two months. Every day I
would sit in our Hindu fashion under a tree, and my followers and disciples
would sit on the grass all around me. Every morning I would instruct them,
and how earnest they were!
The whole country now knows me. The ministers are very angry; but, naturally, not all of them. There are many followers of mine amongst the learned ministers of this country. The ignorant and the stubborn amongst them don't understand anything but only make trouble, and thereby they only hurt themselves. But abusing me, Mazoomdar has lost three-fourths of what little popularity he had in this country. I have been adopted by them. When anyone abuses me he is condemned everywhere by the women.
I cannot say when I shall return to India, possibly next winter. There I shall have to wander, and here also I do the same.
There is nothing more to add. Please don't make this letter public. You understand, I have to be careful about every word I say — I am now a public man. Everybody is watching, particularly the clergy.