I came across this book in my quest to learn more about the history of India. Published in 1903 by author Romesh Dutt, who was one of the few Indians to enter the revered Indian Civil Service, this book is very succinctly written for an economic history text and is referenced with facts from sources that must have been very hard to track down in the times of 1890-1900 in British India. He truly did a great job in this book, and I was just lucky to find the book online here (22 Mb PDF). I definitely learnt a lot of new things about the Economic relationship between Britain and India back in the day.
One thing I (and many others I know) always credited the British was with introducing Railways in India, amongst other industries. What I learnt after reading the book was that India had to pay the railway companies a guaranteed profit of 5% on their investments in Railways! The railways were always a loss-making enterprise, far more so in a poor country like India where no one could afford to travel anyhow, but the Indian taxpayer made sure that the British companies always made a profit. Moreover, there was rapid expansion of the railways to aid manufacturing and transportation of goods for the industries (owned by England). Here's some real numbers from the book.
Call that fair? The railways were paid back in addition to other expenses in the guile of Home Charges, the description of which is below. The image can be clicked to make it bigger and easy to read.
There's so much to talk and say, but my point is made. Here's how Dutt ends his preface to the book - a statement of exasperation, desperation, anguish and hope - all rolled into one.
The Indian Empire will be judged by History as the most superb of human institutions in modern times. But it would be a sad story for future historians to tell that the Empire gave the people of India peace but not prosperity ; that the manufacturers lost their industries ; that the cultivators were ground down by a heavy and variable taxation which precluded any saving ; that the revenues of the country were to a large extent diverted to England ; and that recurring and desolating famines swept away millions of the population. On the other hand, it would be a grateful story for Englishmen to tell that England in the twentieth century undid her past mistakes in India as in Ireland ; that she lightened land taxes, revived industries, introduced representation, and ruled India for the good of her people; and that the people of India felt in their hearts that they were citizens of a great and United Empire.
Back in the day when I was beginning 9th grade, in April 1995 to be precise, I was debating the decision whether to pick Punjabi or Hindi as my first language for Class 10 Board exams. Board exams, or Boards for slang, was the most dreadful thing you could mention to a 13 year old 9th grade student. Our teachers in school would use the term 'Boards' as a 'boogieman' or the more-fearsome 'maaun' reference to strike fear in our innocent student hearts and get us to pay attention to school. Doing well in Board exams was one of the several several several times our parents and teachers told us was the 'last' time we needed to study hard and do well.
Anyway, the choice was between Hindi, the Indian national language (I have to point that out, to the irk of some Southern Indians) and Punjabi, my mother tongue. It should have been a no-brainer to choose Hindi as I had studied it for 8 years (grade 1 to grade 8) versus Punjabi which I had only studied for 2 years, and that too at a basic primary-school level. But it was well known that Hindi was a tough subject and hard to score good points in. My elder sister had also been in my position earlier and taken up Punjabi and had been happy with that decision. Reluctantly, I took up Punjabi and just because of that I am the happiest person in the world today. And the reason is Punjabi poetry.
I have rediscovered Punjabi poetry, a very beautiful thing, and my focus is on Bulleh Shah. What that man wrote is truly what the best poet in the world could ever write. His non-religious and non-biased poetry questions and answers great spiritual dilemmas. The most pious of men have tried to look into these issues over the years and not one could come up with such beautiful and simple-to-understand words. To my limited knowledge of Punjabi poetry, Bulleh Shah is the epitome of transcendental spiritualism. His poem 'Ki Jaana Main Kaun', recently sung by Rabbi Shergill and previously by Wadali Brothers, Junoon, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Abida Parveen and others, may just be the best example of what I am trying to say about him as a person and his poetry. I can't keep myself from posting the lyrics and their translation thanks to Suman Kashyap at APNA.
Bulha, ki jaana maeN kaun. Na maeN moman vich maseetaaN, Na maen vich kufar deeyaaN reetaaN, Na maeN paakaaN vich paleetaaN, Na maeN moosa na pharaun. Bulha, ki jaana maeN kaun.
Na maeN aNdar bed kitaabaaN, Na vich bhaNgaaN na sharaabaaN, Na vich riNdaaN masat kharaabaaN, Na vich jaagan na vich saun. Bulha , ki jaana maeN kaun.
Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki, Na maeN vich paleeti paaki. Na maeN aabi na maeN khaaki Na maeN aatish na maeN paun. Bulha, ki jaana maeN kaun.
Na maeN arabi na lahori, Na maeN hindi shehar nagauri, Na hiNdu na turak peshawri Na maeN rahinda vich nadaun. Bulha, ki jaana maeN kaun.
Na maeN bhet mazhab da paaiya Ne maeN aadam havva jaaiya, Na maeN apna naam dharaaiya Na vich baeTHan na vich bhaun. Bulha, ki jaana maeN kaun.
Avval aakhir aap nu jaana, Na koi dooja hor pachaana. MaethoN hor na koi siyaana Bulha shauh khaRa hai kaun.
Says Bulha, what am I? I am not in the mosque of the believer, Nor in false rites. I am not in the pure or the impure. Neither Moses nor Pharaoh. Says Bulha, what am I?
I am not in the vedas or holy books, Not in drug or wine. Not in the drunkards wasted intoxication, Not in wakefulness or sleep. Says Bulha, what am I?
I am not in sorrow nor in joy, Neither in clean nor unclean. I am not water, I am not earth, I am not fire, I am not air. Says Bulha, what am I?
I am not from Arabia or Lahore, Not from India or Nagaur. Neither a hindu or a muslim from Peshawar, Nor do I live in Nadaun. Says Bulha, what am I?
I cannot be unearthed in the mysteries of religion. I was not born of Adam and Eve. I am not the name I assume. I am not in stillness, not in movement. Says Bulha, what am I?
In the final analysis, I can know only myself. I cannot know any other. No one can be wiser than I, Who then, asks Bulha, is the master? Says Bulha, what am I?
There. Let that sink in. The man's trying to answer the question 'Who am I?'. I don't know if he manages to answer that, but he does answer pretty unequivocally who he is not. And thats where most of the men of the world attach themselves to - in religion, places of worship, places of residence, substances, Earth...? Given that he was around from 1680-1758, he was way ahead of his time in questioning the root cause of today's turmoil in the world, probably caused by this globalization where people find themselves not attached to nothing anymore and 'cling' to whatever they can (Barack Obama reference).
And thanks to Rabbi Shergill who's attempted to bring Bulleh Shah's poetry to mainstream music, and he's done that wonderfully.
Thank God for helping me choose Punjabi in 9th grade so today I can really enjoy and appreciate the thoughts and musings of people like Bulleh Shah. Here's one more poem with great philosophical meaning but with an easy to understand face. This one's titled Kutte(dogs).
Finally figured this one out. Although a workaround, it seems to work fine. This is possible by inserting an extra column in the sheet and then using a user defined function. The function will return a number indicating the colour of the cell used in that particular cell (or row). You can then use the normal (Data > Sort) command using this new column as your first sorting column. Copy and paste the following code to a new VBA module created in the excel file you are working in:
Option Explicit
Public Function ColourSorting(ByVal rgeCell As Range, _ ByVal bBackGround As Boolean, _ ByVal bText As Boolean) As Integer
If bBackGround = True Then ColourSorting = rgeCell.Interior.ColorIndex If bText = True Then ColourSorting = rgeCell.Font.ColorIndex If ColourSorting < coloursorting =" 0" End Function
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Quote of the time until I change this quote with something else
"The fact that a man is a newspaper reporter is evidence of some flaw of character."
--Lyndon Johnson (1908-1973)
Books I have recently read
India in Slow Motion (2001) - Mark Tully
Indira: The Life of Indira Nehru Gandhi (2002) - Katherine Frank
In Spite of the Gods: The Strange Rise of Modern India (2007) - Edward Luce
Young India: An Interpretation and a History of the Nationalist Movement from Within (1916) - Lajpat Rai
The Elephant, the Tiger and the Cell Phone: India—The Emerging 21st Century Power (2007) - Shashi Tharoor
England's Debt to India: A Historical Narrative of Britain's Fiscal Policy in India (1917) - Lajpat Rai
The Raj: India and the British, 1600-1947 (1994) - by Christopher Alan Bayly
Rosalind Franklin: The Dark Lady of DNA (2003) - Brenda Maddox
The Economic History of India in the Victorian Age. From the Accession of Queen Victoria in 1837 to the Commencement of the Twentieth Century, Vol. II. (1904) - Romesh Dutt
British Rule in India Condemned by the British Themselves (1915) - Indian National Party
Oxygen: The Molecule that Made the World (2002) - Nick Lane
The Maneaters of Kumaon (1944) - Jim Corbett
Deception Point (2002) - by Dan Brown
Angels & Demons (2000) - by Dan Brown
A History of the Sikhs (1999), 2 vols. - Khushwant Singh
The Great Indian Novel (1989) - Shashi Tharoor
The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty-First Century (2005) - Thomas Friedman
The Da Vinci Code (2006) - Dan Brown
India: From Midnight to the Millennium (1997) - Shashi Tharoor
The Complete Sherlock Holmes (2003) - Arthur Conan Doyle