Thursday, September 29, 2011

Introduction

I cannot trace the origin of this book because it has written itself and it reflects the times in which I and my generation have grown.  It is a dream-world from which I have not emerged.  Gandhiji and his story are present all the time before my mind's eye.  He is moving among us and talking to us, as he did only a few years ago.  His death is but a small incident; he courted it and defied it many a time.  It is only the finale to a majestic symphony.
     When I look back, the death of Tilak and the national mourning come to my mind, with a vivid picture of Gandhiji leading the people, the very next day, to heroic heights.  The first of August, 1920, is fixed deeply in the subconscious, though it was just the beginning of a great drama, developing almost without a flaw.  I was then only ten years old.
     I was drawn into the whirlwind of revolution like the millions.  It was a queer revolution, defying the government in the open, in which the whole nation participated, pitting indomitable will against brute force.  The mind became at once free, and defied starvation and death, and followed the great leader wherever he wanted us to go.  It was not merely hero-worship but consciousness of strength, with which he imbued the people to break the shackles of their enslaved minds.
     There were ups and downs in the nation's progress, but no stagnation.  Gandhiji knew no defeat and inspired the people to march along a path never trodden before.
     The present work is a simple narration of the events through which we have lived.  It is a history of the last fifty years or so with Gandhiji in the foreground.  There is no attempt either at moralization or dramatization of these exciting times.  I have tried to tell the story faithfully, and, as far as possible, in the words of Gandhiji,who not only took the leading part in the movement but wrote the best commentary on it.
      I never knew that I would undertake this work, although I was eager for many years to examine what Gandhiji did to mould the new thought.  In the beginning I was a devotee, then a critic, and am now an impartial admirer.  I belong to no particular school of thought, and have had no time, so far, to give my undivided attention to his philosophy as such.  I did not always agree with him, but with his all-embracing life and his courage of conviction he has attracted me much more than any other historical figure.
     I remember those early years when I read Young India with avidity and looked forward to the next issue.  For thirty years, Gandhiji fed the minds of thousands and moulded the people's character imperceptibly.  With perfect co-ordination between his activities and his writings and speeches, he set a supreme example for the people to follow, though they did not always do so intelligently.  Today, it may seem that his influence has vanished and that he alone was his follower.  But how can the seeds of great thoughts prove so barren?
     Fortunately for India, Gandhiji lived long and led an intensely active life.  It touched almost every phase of the nation's activity.  His contacts were varied and his experiences unique.  He made a gift of his wisdom to the world through his writings and speeches, illustrated by his actions.  Einstein wrote: "Generations to come, it may be, will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth."
      I had the good fortune of receiving Gandhiji's co-operation in completing this work, which involved many years of research and took six years to write.  Some of the important speeches and writings were revised by Gandhiji himself for this book.  Historical facts have been checked from the original sources as well as from some of Gandhiji's colleagues.  Indian Opinion, Young India and Harijan have been an important source of material, and I am greatly indebted to Mahadev Desai and to some extent to Pyarelal.
     To make the work authentic and detailed, I have consulted daily newspapers of the last fifty years.  All available literature, in several Indian and foreign languages, has been made use of and the chaff sifted from the grain.  In doubtful cases my final authority was Gandhiji himself.  When I met him last on January 22, 1948, we discussed the smallest details -- the format of the biography, type, illustrations, standardization of spelling, quotation-marks and even hyphens.  He took keen interest in my work, and always gave me his gracious co-operation.
     I have also drawn upon important and not easily available letters in the custody of men close to Gandhiji and in private collections.  In search of material I visited the important places associated with Gandhiji's name.  And I still feel that mine is but a humble attempt to depict the life of one who has left behind treasure which is scattered and not yet made available to research students.  I only hope that the material collected by me will be of use to future generations.
     The work that I undertook many years ago has not always been smooth-sailing.  There has been abundant co-operation, and some non-co-operation too.  But Gandhiji being my chief guide I have been able to achieve something.  I must mention here that we have yet to cultivate an appreciation of historical works.  It was a painful experience to be told by some of Gandhiji's colleagues that they had destroyed his letters.  Even big libraries in India do not possess files of Indian Opinion, Young India and Harijan.
     Mine has been a strenuous task, but I have thoroughly enjoyed it, although I sometimes feel that it should have been undertaken by someone else.  I am temperamentally not made for historical works.  The artist in me remains not altogether satisfied.  I have, however, chosen to stick to facts and eschewed material, however interesting, when there was the slightest doubt about its authenticity.
     In completing the eight volumes of the present work, I have received help and co-operation from several friends and sympathizers.  First, I am indebted to my friend, the late Yusuf J. Meherally, who supplied me withh books for over twenty years and goaded me to write, while I was only interested in reading.  I may also reveal here that seeds of this book were sown in Nasik Jail where we were both detained in 1940, although it was scarcely realized by either of us then.
     In the jail I met another friend, R. R. Diwakar, who took keen interest in my work and has made possible its publication in the present form.  As an underground Congress worker in 1942-45, he actively collaborated with me in bringing out the seventy-fifth birthday volume, Gandhiji.  He then suggested that I should write a full-length biography of Gandhiji.  Having made that suggestion, he was keen on seeing that the eight volumes come out as early as possible.  It is no exaggeration to say that he has taken greater interest in this work than in his own books.
     The story of the publication of this work deserves a chapter by itself, but this is not the place for it.  I can only mention that Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru offered his active co-operation from the very inception of the idea.  He has been a source of strength to me for many years and has taken a personal interest in the publication of this biography.  He also helped me in getting valuable material, and permitted me to use important letters in his possession.  And, above everything, he has put his faith in me, which means so much for a sensitive person.
     My chief co-worker in the present venture is Vithalbhai K. Jhaveri, my friend and colleague for the last twelve years.  We have been together in several cultural activities.  He made the seventy-fifth birthday volume on Gandhiji a beautiful production.  In this work, he is not only responsible for the collection of rare illustrations and documents, for the fly-leaf and the jacket, but has not spared himself in getting material for my research work.  He gave me access to his excellent library of Gandhian literature.  By embellishing this work with apt illustrations, he has made it doubly interesting and informative.  The illustrations for a vital part of what is a documentary work, and he has shown zeal and taste in collecting them.  In designing the jacket and the fly-leaf Vithalbhai has received hearty co-operation from S. Dasgupta.
     I am solely responsible for the text as well as for the structure of the book.  I am aware of some of its defects which could perhaps have been avoided in more suitable circumstances.  My friend and co-worker on the seventy-fifth birthday volume, M. Chalapathi Rau, went through the whole manuscript and helped me in chiselling it.  He treated my work as his own and devoted to it several months of his very busy time.
     My manuscript was also read by my friend, N.G. Jog, who has helped me in other ways.  Some part of the manuscript was read by my friends, Yusuf J. Meherally, Rammanohar Lohia and Frank Moraes, and they gave me encouragement all the time.
     For four years, my friend and colleague, Anu Bandyopadhyaya, has given me assistance in revising the manuscript.  She has all through stood by me, and has treated my work as her own, for which I am greatful.  She has assisted me in reading the proofs and has given me valuable help in avoiding typographical errors.  Her able assistance has saved me from extra strain in preparing the glossary and the index.
     Foremost among those who rendered spontaneous help from the very beginning to Vithalbhai and myself is Sumati Morarjee.  She secured material for the book, and has helped us in several ways as few could have.  She completely identified herself with the work and has made valuable contribution to it.
     My old colleague and friend, Mridula Sarabhai, gave me assistance in contacting people and visiting places in connection with my work.
     My two friends, Dr. N. B. Parulekar and Baburao Patel, freed me from economic worry to enable me to concentrate upon my labour of love.
     Jivanjibhai D. Desai, on behalf of the Navajivan Trust, has rendered help by furnishing some material and by permitting the reproduction of Gandhiji's writings, the copyright material of the trust.  For this I am thankful to the Navajivan Trust.
     Acknowledgement is due to Visva-Bharati for permitting the use of Gandhi-Tagore correspondence and some illustrations.
     Nirmal Kumar Bose, Gandhiji's secretary at Noakhali, furnished for the book some material.  He also kindly went through the chapter on Noakhali.  Manu Gandhi, U.M.D. Thakersey, Girdhari Kripalani and Samaldas Gandhi lent us some material.  Dr. Manibhai Trivedi, C. M. Trivedi, D. R. D. Wadia, Kusumbehn Desai, Shivlal, and Kanu Gandhi have lent us photographs.
     Among those who actively helped in securing material are R. G. Soman, Narendra Deva, D. S. Bakhle, Soli Batliwala, Khimjibhai Patel, Balkoba Bhave, Ratilal Sheth, V. C. Mashruwala and N. R. Phatak.  R. K. Prabhu and G. N. Dhawan lent me their files of Young India and Harijan and put at my disposal other Gandhian literature.  Usha Mehta translated a couple of articles by Gandhiji from Gujarati into English.
     My thanks are due to the custodians of the Servants of India Society's Library in Poona, Sabarmati Ashram, Kashi Vidyapith, the Government Record Library and the Royal Asiatic Society's Library in Bombay, the All-India Congress Committee's Library in Allahabad, the Tolstoy Museum at Yasnaya Polyana.
     In typing the manuscript which involved tremendous labour, I had the willing help of Bhaskar and Anant Avasare.  M. V. Ganesh and C. V. Natesan also gave help.
     Central Camera Co., Continental Photo Stores, Premier Offset Works, Provincial Industrial Co-operative Association, L. N. Renu, Pundlik Katgade, U. S. Mohan Rao, P. D. Tandon, Sitaram Gunthey, Harnarain Singh, Vidyutkumar V. Munshi, Champaklal C. Shah, V. N. Raiji, C. C. Shah, K. Nagesh Rao, S. A. Ayer, Giridhari, and M. O. Mathai gave their co-operation.  Our thanks to J. Mistri for the silk screen printing on the book's cloth cover.
     The responsibility of this publication has fallen on my shoulders and that of my colleague, Vithalbhai K. Jhaveri.  This has been made possible by the donations given as loan to us by the following persons, to whom we are indebted:
     The late Mr. Dhirajlal B. Desai, Mrs. Sushila Rani Baburao Patel, Mr. J. M. Cooper, Mr. M. N. Kulkarni, Mr. K. H. Kabbur, Mr. P. N. Kaul, Mr. Ramnath Potdar, Mr. Jehangir P. Patel, Mr. Pratap Dialdas, Messrs. Amulakh Amichand & Co., Crown Spinning & Manufacturing Co., Ltd., Bhaidas Maganlal & Co., N. M. Tripathi Ltd., Mafatlal Gagalbhai & Co., and the Maharajkumar of Vizianagram.
     S. K. Patil has helped us in the arduous task of raising the money.
     Our special thanks are due to Mr. J.C. Jain, General Manager of Bennett, Coleman & Co., Ltd., who has taken keen interest in the publication and has given all necessary facilities.  We are also thankful to the workers of the Times of India Press for their hearty co-operation.
     Our thanks are due to several other friends, in India and abroad, who have given us their ungrudging co-operation in the biography of one who belongs to the whole world.


D.G. TENDULKAR

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Mahatma: Life of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

Agreement with readers:


I will be typing eight volumes of this series on this blog.  All punctuation and spelling will be kept as it is in the volume which I have in front of me.  I will only change it if someone sends me evidence of different spelling or punctuation in a volume published later than what I have by the same author.  This is to maintain the integrity of the work.  I ask readers to respect that the information contained in these volumes is very much a part of Indian history, and I am trying my best to make all information in the books available to the general public for free.  Therefore, it is my hope that no one will try to make money off of what will be available for free.


On Front Flap (first volume):


He stopped at the thresholds of the huts and thousands of dispossessed, dressed like one of their own.  He spoke to them in their own language.  Here was living truth at last, and not only quotations from books.  For the reason the Mahatma, the name given to him by the people of India, is his real name.  Who else has felt like him that all Indians are his own flesh and blood?  When love came to the door of India, that door was opened wide.  At Gandhi's call India blossomed forth to new greatness, just as once before, in earlier times, when Buddha proclaimed the truth of fellow-feeling and compassion among all living creatures.


(signed)
Rabindranath Tagore


On Back Flap:


Mahatma: In Eight Volumes
With over 1000 illustrations


By D.G. Tendulkar


Illustrations collected and arranged by


Vithalbhai K. Jhaveri


Foreword by


Jawaharlal Nehru


VOLUME ONE:         1869-1920
VOLUME TWO:        1920-1929
VOLUME THREE:     1930-1934
VOLUME FOUR:      1934-1938
VOLUME FIVE:       1938-1940
VOLUME SIX:        1940-1945
VOLUME SEVEN:    1945-1947
VOLUME EIGHT:    1947-1948


DISTRIBUTORS:
PUBLICATIONS DEPARTMENT
THE TIMES OF INDIA PRESS
BOMBAY I


PER VOLUME
Rs. 25/-


SET
Rs. 180/-


Title Page:


[ Handwritten Text in Hindi ] 


Mahatma: Life of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi


He is the One Luminous, Creator of All, Mahatma,
Always in the hearts of the people enshrined,
Revealed through Love, Intuition, and Thought,
Whoever knows Him, Immortal becomes.


By


D.G. TENDULKAR


Illustrations collected and arranged by


VITHALBHAI K. JHAVERI


Foreword by


JAWAHARLAL NEHRU


VOLUME ONE 1869-1920


[Letter in English to Tendulkar -- I will copy whatever is legible. Blank lines mean I am having trouble reading the handwriting.]


2 - 1 - 48 [Note: This would be January 2, 1948]
My dear Tendulkar,


Here are the ______ which I was able to correct between yesterday and this morning under severe stress.  I have ____ are inverted commas commenting with each paragraph.  I hope ____ will under  ____ all the correcting and that I have _____ too late.  


Yours, 


Bapu
(Hindi Text)


21- 10 - 1947
N. Delhi


my dear Tendulkar,


I am sorry that I have not been able to attend to yours of _____ day earlier.  I cannot recall why the Gujarati article was _____


[ Due to the illegibility of the handwriting, I will type the letters later.  I will now proceed to the text of the book.]


[Hindi Text]


Foreword


Nearly three and a half years have gone by since Gandhiji passed away.  The manner of his death was the culmination and perfect climax to an astonishing career.  Even during his life innumerable stories and legends had grown around him, and now he seems almost a legendary figure, one in the great line of India's sages and heroes and wise men.  A new generation grows up to whom he is almost a name, a great name to be revered, but nevertheless a name.  Within a few more years there will not be many left who have come in personal contact with him and had experience of that vivid, virile and magnificent personality.  The legend will grow and take many shapes, sometimes with little truth in it.  Succeeding generations will remember him and pay honour to him.  As is India's way, we shall add him to our pantheon and celebrate the day of his birth and passing away.  We shall shout jai when his name is mentioned and perhaps feel a little elated in the process and that we have done our duty to him.
     What gods there are, I know not and am not concerned about them.  But there are certain rare qualities which raise a man above the common herd and appear to make him as made of different clay.  The long story of humanity can be considered from many points of view; it is a story of the advance and growth of man and the spirit of man, it is also a story full of agony and tragedy.  It is a story of masses of men and women in ferment and in movement, and it is also the story of great and outstanding personalities who have given content and shape to that movement of masses.
     In that story Gandhi occupies and will occupy a pre-eminent place.  We are too near him to judge him correctly.  Some of us came into intimate contact with him and were influenced by his dominating and very lovable personality.  We miss him terribly now for he had become part of our own lives.  With us the personal factor is so strong that it comes in the way of a correct appraisal.  Others, who did not know him so intimately, cannot perhaps have full realization of the living fire that was in this man of peace and humility.  So both these groups lack proper perspective or knowledge.  Whether that perspective will come in later years when the problems and conflicts of today are matters for the historian, I do not know.  But I have no doubt that in the distant, as in the near, future this towering personality will stand out and compel homage.  It may be that the message which he embodied will be understood and acted upon more in later years than it is today.  That message was not confined to a particular country of community.  Whatever truth there was in it was a truth applicable to all countries and to humanity as a whole.  He may have stressed certain aspects of it in relation to the India of his day, and those particular aspects may cease to have much significance as times and conditions change.  The kernel of that message was, however, not confined to time or space.  And if this is so, then it will endure and grown in the understanding of man.
     He brought freedom to India and in the process he taught us many things which were important for us at the moment.  He told us to shed fear and hatred, and of unity and equality and brotherhood, and of raising those who had been suppressed, and of the dignity of labour and of the supremacy of things of the spirit.  Above all, he spoke and wrote unceasingly of truth in relation to all our activities.  He repeated that Truth was to him God and God was Truth.  Scholars may raise their eyebrows, and philosophers  and cynics repeat the old question:  what is Truth?  Few of us dare to answer that question with any assurance and it may be that the answer itself is many-sided and our limited intelligence cannot grasp the whole.  But, however limited the functioning of our minds may be or our capacity for intuition, each one of us must, I suppose, have some limited idea of truth, as he sees it.  Will he act upto it, regardless of consequences, and not compromise with what he himself considers an aberration from it?  Will he even in search of a right goal compromise with the means to attain it?  Will he subordinate means to ends?
     It is easy to frame this question, rather rhetorically, as if there was only one answer.  But life is terribly complicated and the choices it offers are never simple.  Perhaps, to some extent, an individual, leading his individual and rather isolated life, may endeavour with some success to answer that question for himself.  But where he is concerned not only with his own actions but with those of many others, when fate or circumstance has put him in a position of moulding and directing others, what then is he to do?  How is a leader of men to function?  If he is a leader, he must lead not not merely follow the dictates of the crowd, though some modern conceptions of functioning democracy would lead one to think that he must bow down to the largest number.  If he does so, then he is no leader and he cannot take others far along te right path of human progress.  If he acts singly, according to his own lights, he cuts himself off from the very persons whom he is trying to lead.  If he brings himself down to the same level of understanding as others, then he has lowered himself, been untrue to his own ideal, and compromised that truth.  And once such compromises begin, there is no end to them and the path is slippery.  What then is he to do?  It is not enough for him to perceive truth or some aspect of it.  He must succeed in making others perceive it also.
     The average leader of men, especially in a democratic society, has continually to adapt himself to his environment and to choose what he considers the lesser evil.  Some adaptation is inevitable.  But as this process goes on, occasions arise when that adaptation imperils the basic ideal and objective.  I suppose there is no clear answer to this question and each individual and each generation will have to find its own answer. 
     The amazing thing about Gandhi was that he adhered, in all its fullness, to his ideals, his conception of truth, and yet he did succeed in moulding and moving enormous masses of human beings.  He was not inflexible.  He was very much alive to the necessities of the moment, and he adapted himself to changing circumstances.  But all these adaptations were about secondary matters.  In regard to the basic things he was inflexible and firm as a rock.  There was no compromise in him with him with what he considered evil.  He moulded a whole generation and more raised them above themselves, for the time being at least.  That was a tremendous achievement.
     Does that achievement endure?  It brought results which undoubtedly endure.  And yet it brings some reaction in its train also.  For people, compelled by some circumstance, to raise themselves above their normal level, are apt to sink back even to a lower level than previously.  We see today something like that happening.  We saw that reaction in the tragedy of Gandhi's own assassination. What is worse is the general lowering of standards, when Gandhi's whole life was devoted to the raising of these very standards.  Perhaps this a temporary phase and people will recover from it and find themselves again.  I have no doubt that, deep in the consciousness of India, the basic teachings of Gandhi will endure and will affect our national life.  
     No man can ever write a real life of Gandhi, unless he is as big as Gandhi.  So we can expect to have have no real and fully adequate life of this man.  Difficult as it is to write a life of Gandhi, this task becomes far more difficult because his life has become an intimate part of India's life for half a century or more.  Yet it may be that if many attempt to write his life, they may succeed in throwing light on some aspects of this unique career and also give others some understanding of this memorable period of India's history.  
     Tendulkar has laboured for many years over this book.  He told me about it during Gandhiji's lifetime and I remember his consulting Gandhiji a few months before his death.  Anyone can see that this work has involved great and devoted labour for many long years.  It brings together more facts and data about Gandhi than any book that I know.  It is immaterial whether we agree with any interpretation or opinion of the author.  We are given here a mass of evidence and we can form our own opinions.  Therefore, I consider this book to be of great value as a record not only of the life of a man supreme in his generation, but also of a period of India's history which has intrinsic importance of its own.  We live today in a world torn with hatred and violence and fear and passion, and the shadow of war hangs heavily over us all.  Gandhi told us to cast away our fear and passion and to keep away from hatred and violence.  His voice may not be heard by many in the tumult and shouting of today, but it will have to be heard and understood some time or other, if this world is to survive in any civilized form.
     People will write the life of Gandhi and they will discuss and criticize him and his theories and activities.  But to some of us he will remain something apart from theory ------ a radiant and beloved figure who ennobled and gave some significance to our petty lives, and whose passing away has left us with a feeling of emptiness and loneliness.  Many pictures rise in my mind of this man, whose eyes were often full of laughter and yet were pools of infinite sadness.  But the picture that is dominant and most significant is as I saw him marching, staff in hand, to Dandi on the Salt March in 1930.  Here was the pilgrim on his quest of Truth, quiet, peaceful, determined and fearless, who would continue that quest and pilgrimage, regardless of consequences.


[signed]
Jawaharlal Nehru


Pahalgam, Kashmir
June 30, 1951