भारतीय इतिहास के ६ स्वर्णिम पृष्ठ (वीर सावरकर - विदेशी आक्रान्ताओं पर विजय गाथा)

Come the Avengers of the Atrocious Muslims' Rule: The Marathas! 991. It is a common belief that the writing of history must be a prosaic account of bare facts describing them as they have actually happened, and it is mostly right. There ought to be a marked difference between the descriptions of something that is purely imaginary and poetic and of something that has actually happened. The one can best be well expressed in a faithful and matter-of-fact way. 991.A. Yet merely to list out the correct dates and years of historical events, to note the deaths and births of certain individuals, and to keep a record of battles fought or the occurrence of famines and floods cannot be called history, although such a bare record of these various events is the basis of history. It may, at best, be called a chronological account. But there is a borderland between pure history and pure unalloyed poetry, which can adequately and effectively be expressed by a fine blending of history and poetry. Without such a blending of history and poetry, descriptions of such events can never be living. While describing such events, history itself becomes poetry. Such occasions and events can never be effectively described without resorting to mythological and romantic metaphors and grand poetic style. Simple events can be described as truthfully as they happen in prose, but human nature demands that everything that is unique, everything that is stupendous and splendid and exciting, must be expressed in a highly emotional and ornate style, be it an event of a very recent occurrence. Simple dry prose will never be able to sustain it. It is these exciting events that make a man roar with laughter, groan with sorrow, dance with joy or get wild with rage—in short, exciting events make him speak the language of poetry! It may be prose, but poetic prose, often bedecked with dazzling ornaments of simile, metaphor and other figures of speech, as is the prince of princes adorned with the real ones! 992. निषादविद्धाण्डज दर्शनोत्थः श्लोकत्वमापद्यत यस्य शोकः “His grief at the destruction of the bird by the hunter took the form of a four-lined verse—a श्लोक”