Triveni Journal

1927 | 11,233,916 words

Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....

'The Triple Stream'

K. Ramakotiswara Rau

Triveni’ is devoted to Art, Literature, and History. Its main function is to interpret the Indian Renaissance in its manifold aspects.

‘Triveni’ seeks to draw together cultured men and women in all lands and establish a fellowship of the spirit. All movements that make for Idealism, in India as well as elsewhere, receive particular attention in these columns. We count upon the willing and joyous co-operation of all lovers of the Beautiful and the True.

May this votive offering prove acceptable to Him who is the Source of the ‘Triveni’-the Triple Stream of Love, Wisdom and Power!

.... he that laboureth right for love of Me
shall finally attain! But, if in this
Thy faint heart fails, bring Me thy failure!


‘The Triple Stream’



I am glad that it has been possible to revive Triveni after a suspension of six months (Juy to December, 1941). The last number which I edited personally was Vol. XIII, No.1, for the months of July to September, 1940. As a member of the Congress Party in the Madras Legislative Assembly, I offered Satyagraha in November, 1940, and was sentenced to imprisonment for one year. During my absence, my kind friends, Sri V. Govindarajachari, a member of the Advisory Board, and Sri Burra V. Subrahmanyam, the Joint-Editor, carried on the work with zeal and published the remaining numbers of Vol. XIII. I can never be too grateful to them.

After my release in October last, I found it exceedingly difficult to commence Vol. XIV. The requisite stock of paper was not available in Madras. After some months of fruitless negotiation with paper merchants, I came to Bangalore in January this year and requested my respected friend and fellow-journalist, Rao Bahadur C. Hayavadana Rao of the Bangalore Press, to undertake the printing and to supply paper from the Mysore Paper Mills. I was greatly relieved when he said ‘Yes’ it marked the end of a long search. But the publication also had to be done from Bangalore. It took some more time to shift the office from Madras to Bangalore and to renew my contact with valued contributors. Triveni has now found a new home in Karnatak, and the first number is reaching completion on New Year’s Day which is common to Karnatak and Andhra.

As I reside in my constituency for the greater part of the year, and as Sri Burra V. Subrahmanyam, a busy Madras Advocate, cannot conveniently assist in the work at Bangalore, I approached Sri K. Sampathgiri Rao, a scholar and lover of the fine arts, with a request to co-operate with me. He has honoured me by accepting the Associate Editorship. I welcome this new colleague, and thank the Management of the National High School, Basavangudi, for generously permitting their Headmaster to associate himself in the conduct of Triveni. I do hope that in its new home, and under happy auspices, Triveni will prosper.


"The Gem that is lost
In this fathomless ocean-
Can it be found again?
How long, this Quest!
Come away, Friend!"

This is the refrain of a song in Telugu by Sri Pilaka Ganapati Sastri of Rajahmundry. During the months that I spent in what appeared to be a vain search for ‘this pearl of great price’, wondering if Triveni was indeed lost for ever, these words ran in my brain. At the end of much thinking, the question would come to me, ‘How long, this Quest!’ Fourteen years is a big slice out of a man’s life; and the years between thirty and fifty are particularly precious. So, when one is weighed down by a sense of failure and frustration of hope, further striving seems futile. But "in the midst of death, Life persists," and strength comes from somewhere.

I am fortified in this attitude by a cordial letter from Sri K. Chandrasekharan, a friend and guardian of Triveni in Madras, even as elders like Sjts. B. M. Srikantia, D. V. Gundappa and Masti Venkatesa Iyengar are guardians here in Bangalore:

"To be told that Triveni will again, appear after many months of suspension, seems to assure me that life will be normal again. I remember how you looked not yourself last November, because you were uncertain then as to the future of the journal. You were very unhappy, indeed, to discontinue it on any ground, whether it was paper-scarcity or want of funds. What has now made you come out, with this assurance of fresh life for Triveni? Could it be your own incorrigible optimism, or the mysterious answer to your prayers from the Unknown?

"Well, I need not spoil the pleasure that is mine with the doubts of a calculating spirit. I know difficulties are sure to be around the birth of any creative activity. The primrose is said to peep sweetly beneath the thorn.

"May your efforts to publish the journal from Bangalore prove a sure and safe plan for success! And may you also regain the light of your eyes on seeing Triveni restored to life!"

And now, the ‘Triple Stream’ can flow again.


So much has happened during my imprisonment that it is impossible to comment on events of even outstanding importance. The event, however, which overshadowed all else was the passing away of Rabindranath Tagore. There must be some means of giving expression to a great sorrow. But prisoners can neither broadcast a talk, nor address a public meeting, nor write to the press. So, on the Shraddha Day, the political prisoners in Trichinopoly met in ‘Azad Maidan’2 under the chairmanship of Sri Gopala Reddi, ex-Minister and an old student of Santiniketan. The speakers were in a reminiscent mood. Even more than the literary achievement of Tagore, it was the influence of his personality that commanded attention at the moment; and each of us spoke of the ways in which Tagore had shaped our individual lives. It was an affirmation of our faith in the values Tagore had stood for.

Tagore is among the Immortals who are seers as well as poets. He summed up in his life the rich experience of man through the ages. He gave us the vision, without which we might have perished. He was Indian in the sense in which Valmiki and Kalidasa were Indian, for, like them too, he belonged to the world. In him there was no conflict of nationalism and internationalism, and East and West were but parts of his Father’s mansion.

Through a life given utterly to the worship of Beauty, Tagore contacted the Light that shed beauty all around. Through song and verse, story and play, he gave us glimpses of that effulgence. Santiniketan was the outward expression of that yearning for the Beautiful which filled his life, as the yearning for Truth filled Gandhiji’s. Like the sun and moon, these two have ruled the firmament of Life.

Tagore was India’s cultural ambassador to many lands. In visiting Santiniketan, the Chinese Generalissimo and his wife were paying their tribute of affection to one who had linked China and India in bonds of cultural fellowship. Amidst the din of war, and the many preoccupations of a political and military mission, the Chiangs felt that their pilgrimage to India would be robbed of all meaning unless they met Gandhiji in the flesh at Calcutta, and communed with the bright spirit of Tagore at Santiniketan. There could be no happier expression of the faith that even this ugly Armageddon will pass and the great values of life enthrone themselves in the hearts of men.


The eyes of the world are now turned towards India and the forthcoming mission of Sir Stafford Cripps. Even as the sands are fast running out, Sir Stafford is racing against time to achieve a lasting peace between Britain and India. Indian leaders of all shades of political opinion are preparing to meet him and discuss the future of Indo-British relations. Since the historic Poona offer of the Congress in 1940, valuable time has been lost in reiterating the August declaration and its painful implications. The position has been rendered progressively worse by Mr. Amery’s unfair insistence on the right of clamant minorities to bar the way to all constitutional progress. The chances of war, and the imminence of danger, have at long last brought forth the man of the hour, for, without doubt, Sir Stafford is eminently fitted by his training and mental make-up to achieve the well-nigh impossible task of establishing friendly relations between the two countries. If he can counter Mr. Amery and Mr. Jinnah and rally round him the men who are thinking more of country than of community, more of rendering service than of capturing power, something may yet be done to vitalise the nation and arm it for the struggle ahead. On the settlement of the Indian problem depends the future course of the War, and a free India may succeed where Malaya and Burma, bound in chains, could not. We wish Sir Stafford godspeed in his mission.

1 Bangalore, March 17

2 The name was given by Sri M. Bapineedu, ex-Parliamentry Secretary and general organiser of all functions in prison.

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