My profession progressed satisfactorily, but that was far from satisfying me. The Question of further simplifying my life and of doing some concrete act of service to my fellowmen had been constantly agitating me, when a leper came to my door.

I had not the heart to dismiss him with a meal. So I offered him shelter, dressed his wounds, and began to look after him. But I could not go on like that indefinitely.

I could not afford it, I lacked the will to keep him always with me. So I sent him to the Government Hospital for indentured labourers.

But I was still ill at ease. I longed for some humanitarian work of a permanent nature. Dr Booth was the head of the St. Aidan’s Mission. He was a kind-hearted man and treated his patients free.

Thanks to Parsi Rustomji’s charities, it was possible to open a small charitable hospital under Dr Booth’s charge.

I felt strongly inclined to serve as a nurse in this hospital. The work of dispensing medicines took from one to two hours daily, and I made up my mind to find time from my office-work, to be able to fill the place of a compounder in the dispensary attached to the hospital.

Most of my professional work was chamber work, conveyancing and arbitration. I of course used to have a few cases in the magistrate’s court, but most of them were non-controversial, and Mr Khan, who had followed me to South Africa and was then living with me, undertook to take them if I was absent.

So I found time to serve in the small hospital. This work brought me some peace. It consisted of ascertaining the patient’s complaints, laying the facts before the doctor and dispensing the prescriptions.

It brought me in close touch with suffering Indians, most of them indentured Tamil, Telegu or North Indian men.

The experience stood me in good stead when during the Boer War I offered my services for nursing the sick and wounded soldiers.

The question of the rearing of children had been ever before me. I had two sons born in South Africa, and my service in the hospital was useful in solving the question of their upbringing.

My independent spirit was a constant source of trial. My wife and I had decided to have the best medical aid at the time of her delivery, but if the doctor and the nurse were to leave us in the lurch at the right moment, what was I to do?

Then the nurse had to be an Indian. And the difficulty of getting a trained Indian nurse in South Africa can be easily imagined from the similar difficulty in India.

So I studied the things necessary for a safe labour. I read Dr Tribhuvandas’ book, #Ma-ne Shikhaman# – Advice to a mother – and I nursed both my children according to the instructions given in the book, tempered here and thereby experience as I had gained elsewhere.

The services of a nurse were utilized-not for more than two months each time-chiefly for helping my wife and not for taking care of the babies, which I did myself.

The birth of the last child put me to the severest test. The travail came on suddenly. The doctor was not immediately available, and some time was lost in fetching the midwife.

Even if she had been on the spot, she could not have helped delivery. I had to see through the safe delivery of the baby

My careful study of the subject in Dr Tribhuvandas’ work was of inestimable help. I was not nervous. I am convinced that for the proper upbringing of children the parents ought to have a general knowledge of the care and nursing of babies.

At every step, I have seen the advantages of my careful study of the subject. My children would not have enjoyed the general health that they do today, had I not studied the subject and turned my knowledge to account.

We labour under a sort of superstition that a child has nothing to learn during the first five years of their life.

On the contrary, the fact is that the child never learns in the afterlife what it does in its first five years. The education of the child begins with conception.

The physical and mental states of the parents at the moment of conception are reproduced in the baby. Then during the period of pregnancy, it continues to be affected by the mother’s moods, desires and temperament, as also by her ways of life.

After birth, the child imitates the parents, and for a considerable number of years entirely depends on them for its growth. The couple who realize these things will never have a sexual union for the fulfilment of their lust, but only when they desire an issue.

I think it is the height of ignorance to believe that the sexual act is an independent function necessary like sleeping or eating.

The world depends for its existence on the act of generation, and as the world is the playground of God and a reflection of His glory, the act of generation should be controlled for the ordered growth of the world.

He who realizes this will control his lust at any cost, equip himself with the knowledge necessary for the physical, mental and spiritual well-being of his progeny, and give the benefit of that knowledge to posterity.



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)