Madhusudan_Das

PREFACE
Twenty one years ago on 4th February 1934, my father
Madhusudan Das died. Many of his friends and high officials, and
non-officials, Indians and Europeans sent their condolence messages
to me. I asked them to send me some reminiscences about my
father. Everyone of them sent as they knew him. For various
reasons I have not been able to publish them in a book. At this
distant date at the age of 81 when I can hardly use my eyes, I wish
to publish these reminiscences and I regret to say that I have
mislaid some of the reminiscences and I apologise to those friends
whose appreciative articles I have lost.
The reminiscences with all their own tale of what Madhusudan
was and what he had. Many of the writers are no more. They too
have gone to the land where Madhusudan is. Owing to my illness
and defective sight, I left the manuscript to a friend who promised
to see to its publication properly, but unfortunately he has not done
it and the book is not published to my liking. However I hope my
readers will be interested in the subject matter contributed by
various friends who knew Madhusudan.
Shoila Bala Das