The moment I reached Bombay Gokhale sent me word that the Governor was desirous of seeing me, and that it might be proper for me to respond before I left for Poona. Accordingly, I called on His Excellency. After the usual inquiries, he said: ‘I ask one thing of you. I would like you to come and see me whenever you propose to take any steps concerning Government.’ I replied: ‘I can very easily give the promise, since it is my rule, as a Satyagrahi, to understand the viewpoint of the party I propose to deal with and to try to agree with him as far as may be possible. I strictly observed the rule in South Africa and I mean to do the same here.’ Lord Willingdon thanked me and said: ‘You may come to me whenever you like, and you will see that my Government do not wilfully do anything wrong.’ To which I replied: ‘It is that faith which sustains me.’ After this, I went to Poona. I can’t set down all the reminiscences of this precious time. Gokhale and the members of the Servants of India Society overwhelmed me with affection. So far as I recollect, Gokhale had summoned all of them to meet me. I had a frank talk with them all on every sort of subject. Gokhale was very keen that I should join the Society and so was I. But the members felt that, as there was a great difference between my ideas and methods of work and theirs, it might not be proper for me to join the Society. Gokhale believed that, despite my insistence on my principles, I was equally ready and able to tolerate theirs. ‘But,’ he said, ‘the members of the Society have not yet understood your readiness for compromise. They are tenacious in their principles and quite independent. I am hoping that they will accept you, but if they don’t you will not for a moment think that they are lacking in respect or love for you. They are hesitating to take any risk lest their high regard for you should be jeopardized. But whether you are formally admitted as a member or not, I am going to look upon you like one.’ I informed Gokhale of my intentions. Whether I was admitted as a member or not, I wanted to have an Ashram where I could settle down with my Phoenix family, preferably somewhere in Gujarat, as, being a Gujarati, I thought I was best fitted to serve the country through serving Gujarat. Gokhale liked the idea. He said: ‘You should certainly do so. Whatever may be the result of your talks with the members, you must look to me for the expenses of the Ashram, which I will regard as my own.’ My heart overflowed with joy. It was a pleasure to feel free from the responsibility of raising funds and to realize that I should not be obliged to set about the work all on my own, but that I should be able to count on a sure guide whenever I was in difficulty. This took a great load off my mind. So the late Dr Dev was summoned and told to open an account for me in the Society’s books and to give me whatever I might require for the Ashram and public expenses. I am now prepared to go to Shantiniketan. On the eve of my departure, Gokhale arranged a party of selected friends, taking good care to order refreshments of my liking, i.e., fruits and nuts. The party was held just a few paces from his room, and yet he was hardly in a condition to walk across and attend it. But his affection for me got the better of him and he insisted on coming. He came, but fainted and had to be carried away. Such fainting was not a new thing with him and so when he came to, he sent word that we must go on with the party. This party was of course no more than a conversazione in the open space opposite the Society’s guesthouse, during which friends had heart-to-heart chats over light refreshments of groundnuts, dates and fresh fruits of the season. But the fainting fit was to be no common event in my life. ~ WITH GOKHALE IN POONA


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)

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