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On Friday,
January 30, during his conversation with Sardar Patel at 4.30
Gandhi had his usual evening meal… He asked for pending letters,
“I must reply to them today, for tomorrow I may never be…”
At 5 O’
Clock, he rose to go to the prayer ground…
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At the
sunset-hour, with thoughts of prayer in his mind, Gandhi walked
along to seek communion with God who had illumined his path all
through life till his progress was interrupted… |
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The
perverse assassin of the ages came with his unholy design and
accomplished the foul deed. (three shots fired) Nathuram Godse
lodged hot lead in the soft flesh of the man who had known no
enemy…
Once again
blood had flown for the salvation of mankind. That sin is not of
one man but a sin which floods the whole human world from age to
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Gandhiji’s
mind was concentrated on God and he merged in Him…
He fell
here with Ram’s name on his lips…A radiance hung over the
spot…Men and women of all religions scooped up handfuls of the
bloodstained earth to preserve… |
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The three
bullets that entered his body pierced the flesh of tens of
millions and inflicted a wound in the vitals of the whole of
humanity… |
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Choked
with emotion, Jawaharlal Nehru said, (his voice)…
“… The
light has gone out of our lives and there is darkness
everywhere… Our beloved leader, Bapu as we called him, the
Father of the Nation, is no more… The light has gone out, I
said, and yet I was wrong. For the light that shone in this
country was no ordinary light. The light that illumined this
country for these many years, will illumine this country for
many more years…” |
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The nation
stood still and silent for the man who gave it her freedom and
her flag…
A great
wave of grief swept over the world…
The world
bowed in homage… |
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The United
Nations Organization lowered its flag…. People of all races felt
as one human-family in mourning…
The U.N.O.
paused to pay a tribute to the Mahatma.
(their
voice)…
United
States’ Warren Austin: “It is fitting that we who sit here
charged with the grave responsibility of maintaining peace among
nations should pay tribute to this great Indian leader…’ |
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For
Pakistan, Sir Mohamed Zafarullah Khan: His tragic death
constitutes as grievous a loss to Pakistan as it is to India.”
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Philip
Noel-Baker of the United Kingdom: “He was the man who said that
faith transcends reason, that God has his foot-stool where lives
the poorest and the lowliest and the lost”… ‘that our conviction
that Gandhi has not lived and has not died in vain.” |
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India’s
Gopalaswami lyengar; “We have lost our biggest man. If I may
venture to say so, the world has lost its tallest man, judged by
all moral standards.”
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He lies
wrapped in repose…Infinite peace and compassion are writ large
on his face…Amidst encircling gloom, surging waves of mourning
humanity besieged the place for a last glimpse… |
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A glory
has departed…Humanity May have to wait for centuries for such a
one to walk again upon the earth…
He is one
who is attached to no person and no place by ties of flesh. He
is one with the Infinite… |
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This man
of divine mission laid down his life for the reconciliation of
all men in brotherhood and love, became enshrined in millions
and millions of hearts… and shone like a beacon for the whole
world…
He was
perhaps the greatest symbol of the India of the past and of the
India of the future… |
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He stopped at the threshold of the huts of
the dispossessed, dressed like one of their own… and spoke to
them in their own language…He lived on this earth as love in the
midst of hate, as forgiveness in the midst of vengeance…He could
fight the evil without because he had mastered the evil within.
He was the
Victorious one in death as in life…his legacy is courage, his
banner truth, his weapon love…
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We rejoice
in the midst of our tears and our shame. We glory in his having
walked on our land…
The best
prayer that can be offered is to obey the mandates of the master
and to follow the path for which he lived and died…
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We shall
never see him again or hear his gentle voice; but his
imperishable memory will ever remain with us… |
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On January
31, as the setting sun looked on with a red glance, Gandhi’s
body was laid on a sandal wood pyre at Rajghat…
Strong and
dormant emotions rose in a flood of tears… |
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A tiny
flame was kindling in each of those million hearts… The logs
burst in flames… The flames leaped up towards the sky…
From the
pyre comes the message…
Lead me
from the Unreal to the Real…
From
Darkness to Light…
From death
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His
physical body dissolved in the cosmic elements, but not his
soul… for the fire burns it not, the wind dries it not. It is
inconsumable, incorruptible, eternal… |
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After
thirteen days of mourning, the urn containing the Mahatma’s
mortal remains was carried in a special train to his final
resting place, the waters of the Jamuna and the Ganga - the
equalizer of beggars and kings, of sinners and saints…
The
Mahatma had walked all over the dusty and endless roads of
India…He no longer treads the silent planes and dales…Now the
villagers move to him in their masses…
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The
lonesome and weary train steamed into the Allahabad Railway
Station…In all solemnity, the urn was carried to the catafalque… |
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Slowly,
the catafalque moved towards the Sangam, the sacred confluence
of the Ganga, the Jamuna and the Saraswati: the three rivers
whose names are interwoven in the web of Indian culture…The
Mahatma had kindled his torch at the central fires of the
eternal Being and aspired to identity himself with the whole
creation…Who else but the elements can be the custodian of his
physical remains? No place could be better as his final resting
place than the bosom of India’s lakes and mighty rivers… |
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(Bhajan
“Vaishnav Jan”)
in its
immemorial flow, the sacred Triveni has mingled the ashes of
nameless millions whose joys and sorrows, the Mahatma had made
his very own… The last journey ended… What was left of his
earthly remains was consigned to the sacred waters… Mahatma
Gandhi lives in all that is true and good… he now belongs to the
ages… |
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