> When the time came for Netaji to take his oath, a great hush descended upon the hall. It was a solemn moment. Netaji started with a firm voice. Then it began to quiver with emotion.... Suddenly he was sobbing; tears rolled down his cheeks. There was dead silence. No one could help him. All were helpless.
> The tension was terrific. Someone cried out, ‘Netaji ki jai’ — ‘Victory to Netaji!’ The cry was taken up, to echo and re-echo in the lofty hall.From:Sri Chinmoy,Mother, Your 50th Independence-Anniversary! I am come. Ever in Your Eternity's Cries and Your Infinity's Smiles, Subhas, Agni Press, 1997
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