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Before corruption becomes identity of our nation

March ! My Brethren ! March ! Let us March!A famous writer and Chartered Accountant, Shri

Dhirubhai Mehta, had written a long article in 'Janmabhoomi

- Pravasi', a Gujarati daily, on various scams, giving the

above title. He concluded with a poem, given below. He

rightly said about how the country would have been benefited,

if only 2 or 3 scams of all, could have been avoided. For

example, he gave full details of famous security scam during

the liberal economy policy of Manmohansing, when he was

finance Minister. If that scam could have been avoided,

atleast one college could have been founded in each of the

500 Districts of India. In the case of 2-G scam, one Medical

college could have been founded in every district. He doubted

with regret, how billions rupees of taxes paid by the people

could find their way into Swissbanks. Finally requested people

to March against corruption.

March Brethren March ! Let us March

March brothers, march!

Let the Public unity March!

Be a part of public protest and

Get freedom from the corruption!

Remember, the change

doesn’t come by itself

The grip of the devil of corruption

shall not be loosened by itself

Come; Fight, be a part of public

protest & get freedom!

The cool snow of Himalaya

is now converted to Volcano

Dhirubhai Mehta (Janmabhumi Pravasi : Dt. 6-12-2010)

by the scams of the corrupts!

The whole life has become a

chaos by these thieves

and corrupts!

Let us destroy this administration

supported

by the poisonous methods!

Be a part of public protest and

Get freedom from the corruption!

March brothers, march!

Let the Public unity March!

Just Wait !!

While going through 31 pages of this book, if your

eyes fill with tears, then...

When finding multi-millionair politicians of this country,

piloted with convoy of cars, seeing them flying in chartered

choppers and planes, or enjoying lavish parties in five-star

hotels and celebrating birthdays with costly dinners, if you

get annoyed, then...

When in this country politicians talk about honestly, if

you feel like 'Satan quoting Bible,' then...

When sufferings of 68% of the total population i.e. 85

crores BPL - card-holders out of 125 crores, touch your heart

and if you start losing faith in God, then...

When you find no voice of a common man in this

Gandhian country, if you crave to throw away the fake

democracy, then...

O my sensible friends ! Please, go through my book

along with other three, in context of changing party-based

governance into partyless democracy in order to find happiness

for oppressed and poor people. Please promote that thought

to others, expressing your views by E-mails, Web-sites, in

daily newspapers, magazines etc, if you think proper.

Note: These books : (1) Bapu ! Then, You Were

Remembered (2) Gandhi : My Guide in the perspective of

Human upliftment (3) Yes, We Can ! But Why We Can Not?

And How We Can ! (4) Independent India - (How India

would have been, if Gandhiji were alive ?)

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You may consider me as a

nobleman or even a wicked

man, you may have highest or

lowest opinion about me, you

may be my true well-wisher or

an earnest enemy, I very

proudly claim that still I am one

character in your town, however

slight I may be. I do not care

even if you laugh at me.

-Narmadashankar Lalshankar

You may consider me as anobleman or even a wicked man,you may have highest or lowestopinion about me, you may bemy true well-wisher or an earnestenemy, I very proudly claim thatthat still I am one character inyour town, however slight I maybe. You may laugh at me on mypride, but I have begun to sing'Grand and peaceful World'instead of 'Victorious Gujarat'as sang by Narmad.

Nanio of Magan MonSon of Maganlal Mohanlal NaikPet name of Nanubhai Maganlal Naik

Boom Boom Sharemarket in the name of progressThe progress of any developing country or even of any

individual can be achieved slowly but firmly, with the good-willemerging from intelleictual planning, hard work and patience, butsometimes an individual or a country can go astray on the wrongpath of sharemarketing and speculations and thereby seldomachieves the target. Mostly everybody or a nation has to toil hard-may be for generations together.

Many countries are destroyed because of this shortcut ofcovetousness. Some are still going astray, otherwise how such ahopeless, shortsighted and aimless budget of Dr. Manmohan Singh(Year 1992-93) can trigger 'Boom Boom Sharemarket' ?

The history of mankind was on the verge of turning on theroad of real progress through the efforts of two ambitious persons.namely Shri V. P. Sing of India and President Gorbachev of USSR.But alas !... Even Lord Krishna was ignored by his own peopleYadavs who got killed fighting with each other and Krishna himselfwas killed by an ordinary hunter. - Both V. P. sing and MikhailGorbachev faced tragic and insulting situations in the respectiveparliaments, like Draupadi in the court of Kauravas. So the historyof mankind turned into the opposite path of destruction instead ofprogress. As a result, hold of financial and political affairs, wentinto the hands of short sighted and low minded speculators andevery politician started dancing on the tunes of capitalists, who alsofound the situation to their liking and they started harvestingbenefits. In the name of World Bank, capitalists forced the power-greedy politicians to dance to their tunes. Thus the capitalists of thiscountry were also benefitted. They finally succeeded in the fall ofV.P. Sing by spending crores of rupees and the indian politiciansstarted taking pride in becoming their slaves.

This is the background of the success of stock-market.It is astounding how the boom was created after Dr. Manmohan

Sing's budget and how the speculators captured the whole stock-market. Now we all know that Dr. Manmohan Sing had boweddown to the World Bank under the pretence of 'Global or Liberaleconomy and almost every common man started speculating in theShare-market, under an illusion that some angels from abroad willcome to rescue us.

[I warned people against the bigbull Harshad Mehta that dangerousmad bull would rob the speculators and would destroy them. Aboveparagraphes are from my book 'New Economic Policy and future of thestock Market', written after the boom of stock-market due to the 'liberaleconomical policy' of Dr. Manmohan Sing.]

Narmadashankar Lalshankar Dave

The Hero Of Surat City (Gujarat-India)

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My Apology : Still I am not a human-being !

In this book, I have poured all my miseries and griefs.Since 66 years, I have laid down Gandhiji and his wiser son

Harilal in my heart and tried to communicate with both of them

about my anguishes and pangs. All the while, I told them thatI am not worthy enough to be a dust particle of their feet.

I have made compromises so many times and committed

right or wrong, big or small sins, now and then. Though, I havetried to sympathize with poors but at the same time, I have

usurped their rightful shares also ! Alas ! Only 'if' I could give

them their rightful shares ! 'If' I could regard them as my equal!But this 'if' troubles me !

So just now, I want to apologize to all my readers with my

earnest heart. I am running 86th year... What I care about myprestige or reputation ?

I do not want to leave behind the smallest part of my

grieving heart in writting this apology. With my real earnestheart, I appeal that please, pardon me, if I had given any false

or unworthy statement about anybody or for any kind of

distress or heart-pain or for being a cause of any kind ofprestige-loss. I do not regard any human-being of 7,000

millions of people my inferior. Gandhiji said that a 'Satyagrahi'

believes himself slighter than the smallest human-being.Though, I am not that humble, but I try to be so.

I regard every human-being young or old, man or woman,

even a child, a down-trodden, have-not, devoid, black orwhite, rich or poor my superior. Whatever written here is as a

symbol of the situations of today's world but as an individual,

I regard everybody my superior.If so called democracy perishes in its own fire, then the

existence of mankind will be in the jeopardy. Not only that, noother alternative governing system will be available for thepeople. If a villager like me can find such dangerous situationclearly, then why so many gentlemen of the world, intelligentand thoughtful people, sociologists, journalists, authers, poets,rationalists, Gandhians or devotees of Hindu, Muslim orChristianities can not surmise ? Why they are all keeping

mum? What is the reason that they hardly snuffle with closedlips and are not prepared to come out openly ? That is myanguish.

Whenever I wrote 15-20 books on politics, I could notrefrain from showing my anguishes and proclaimed themwithout any restrain over and over. I did that only because I feltthat I should write about them considering it as my duty. Istrongly feel that if we do not unite poors, downtroddens, havenots and devoids with us as quickly as possible in our mission,then it will be like injuring ourselves. The word 'mission' is notused for any individual or any group or any selfish interest.This mission is related to the well-being of whole universe.Wherever I mentioned about any person or any institution ora system, they are all symbolic and denote all includingmyself.

I compromised a lot. If Gandhiji were alive, he wouldhave scolded me. I know, I am not a true human-being yet.I am not even a 'Harijan' (A man of God). I have remained... and ... onlyÖ but I have felt the pangs of downtroddens,have-nots and poors.

I have faith in what Gandhiji said. He told us to condemncrime but not the criminal and regard him as human-being.Whatever I mentioned about any such person or about anyincident, I still regard him and respect him as a human-beinglike myself. I do not have any intention of offending anybodyor to belittle him. I am too small and have not become a realhuman-being. I have only tried to give words to my churningof 66 years to find a new governing system as Gandhiji and JayPrakashji wanted as a remedy of the miseries of the poor andthe downtroddens. Please, pardon me for my impudence.

- Nanubhai Naik

Ö My 'Harijan' friends ! We all have remained where we were.Hardly 2 or 3% of us were benefitted somewhat, but rest percentageof 'Harijans' has not reached to that stage. I have the same regret inmy heart as you have, so this is my outcry against those culprits who

have misused us all as 'Vote-banks' giving us false promises,

referring us as 'Harijans' ('Men of God')

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About 40 years ago, I wrote a novel in Gujarati 'Oh, India!'depicting the political situation prevailing then. In that'Oh, India !' I kept blank the very first page with only onesentence. Still, after 40 years, I am not able to bear thatagonising blow while putting that same sentence on the

front page of this book.

Someday somebody will have to open his mouth.

The privileges and responsibilities of the MLAs

My Dear Members of the Legislative Assembly,

You will realise that it is a matter of great pride for you

to get elected and you are one of 81 members elected in the

L.A. 2.5 crores of people (then population was that much)

of Gujarat have faith in you all 81 members and have given

their sanction to rule over them. You will realise how high

that privilege is and how serious that responsibility is ! You

will have to (and that is your moral duty too) try earnestly

for the welfare of those 2.5 crore people. For that, we as a

part of the people have put forward suggestions in detail in

this lengthy letter, though we do not say that they are perfect.

There may be some miscalculations or impractical things or

may be some are over-imaginery but afterall, our only aim

is the welfare of the people. We have tried very solemnly to

put forward these suggestions that can be helpful for the

welfare of the people according to our thinking. Will you try

to do earnestly you think best for the people ?

The term 'treachery' does not mean just helping an enemy.

After all, what is a 'Nation' ? Is it not the people living in

the country ? So you can understand very well that giving

promises to the people at the time of elections and then not

fulfilling them after getting elected is also a kind of treachery.

[This is a part of a letter I wrote to 81 MLAs of Gujarat,

in 1977, when the Government was headed by Shri Babubhai

Patel. It was published afterwards under the name of 'What is a

Good Government?' 34 years ago. (Second Edition : 2010) Then

the population of Gujarat was 2.5 crores and number of MLAs

was 81.]

Bapu ! Then,You Were Remembered

Nanubhai NaikTranslation : Dr. Prafulla Desai

Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered

By Nanubhai Naik. English Translation : Dr. Prafulla Desai

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Dedicated to

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Bhuriyar Bava

Who just kept me awake since last 75 years

Nanubhai Naik

(Vishram is that down-trodden for whom Gandhiji was trying to finda new system of governance and Bhuriyar Bava is an Indian Sadhu) 12

Prologue

As such, this prologue has nothing to do with Gandhiji.

Some matters are connected with this book, no doubt, so it

is necessary for me to refer my learned and sensitive friend,

Dr. Mohammad Mankad, who is a wellknown writer, columist

and thinker of Gujarat.

As it is, all my friends know about ups and downs of

my life and I hardly could conceal anything from them. One

of such matters is the story of my autobiography.

I spent many decades in wanderings and roamings

without any aim like my another writer friend late Shri

Chandrakant Baxi. As I decided to write and to become a

great writer during the early years of my third decade, I

thought to have some first-hand experiences about male and

female persons of different fields of the society, so during

my 4-5 years stay at Bombay I used to seek and go after

experienced persons.

I could eventually gatherd so many miseries of some

good and some irreputable persons. I am a sensitive man by

nature and my mother taught me to have compassion from

the early childhood, so I could easily enter into the hearts

of such personalities. So many poors, heroes and villains,

children and women, reputable and unreputable, loved me,

took me into their confidences, helped me and even searched

angrily about my intergrity of asking them so deeply. I do

not know why, the pangs of those people have given me deep

heartburns and griefs - may be due to those churnings of

Visram or the ringing bell of Bhuriyar Bawa, but my heart

is still burning and acheing.

I have no such vulnerability or even any knowledge to

go astray, then. I was an artless villager, could love all.

Luckily I could gather vast experience and those experience

deepened my compassion, not only that, they were responsible

for my development till today. My friend and an ex-president

of 'Gujarati Sahitya Parishad,' Shri Bhagwatikumar Sharma

says that I have no enemy. (I am an 'Ajaatshatru'.) That is

true and I think that there is a big role of those experience

in my reaching to that stage.

Late Chandrakant Baxi, whose close friendship I enjoyed

for at least 40 years, insisted that I should write my

autobiography, whenever we met and often asked when I was

going to write it. Likewise my other friends-all top rank

writers of Gujarat. Shree Bhagawatikumar, Shree Vinod Bhatt,

late Shree Bakul Tripathi, Shree Nagindas Sanghavi always

insisted for the same. Some years ago, we arranged an

inauguration of six books of the six wellknown writers of

Gujarat in Gujarati, Hindi, Marathi and English by Shree

Narendrabhai Modi, The CM of Gujarat. Some other

respectable guests like Shree Bhagwatikumar, Shree

Chandrakant Baxi, Shree Jayant Pathak and the Mayor of

Surat City were present on the dias with the CM. At that time

also Shree Bhagwatikumar openly appealed that I should

write my autobiography. I was hesitant then, lest it may affect

adversely in the matrimonial matters of my grand-children,

if the book were written and published then. Now when my

all social responsibilities are over, Shree Bhagwatikumar

again reminded me about writing my autobiography.

My friend Dr. Mankad always insists about it since

years. He would ask first about it, in the phone-calls every

month. Rekhabahen once replied that Nanubhai is busy writing

seven books on politics. Though he always reminded me, but

I have always replied that I may think about writing

my memories, not full autobiography after finishing writing

these seven books.

In reply to that Dr. Mohammad Mankad told me about

a truth that whenever a writer writes anything, especially an

autobiography, social, political and other thinkings and

experiences are always reflected in his writting, so I must

write my autobiography.

I earnestly remember Dr. Mohammad Mankad, when

this book is being published. Whatever experiences depicted

here are true and they are also a part of my memoires. I have

always enjoyed his company at his residence, discussing and

debating about so many things including Gujarati literature.

His family and his sons always love me. I have taken

advantages of his knowledge in so many subjects. I eagerly

await for his autobiography, rather than my memoirs.

Dated 1-12-2010 Nanubhai Naik

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Index1. Just Wait !! / 1

2. March ! My Brethren ! March ! Let us March! / 2

3. Boom Boom Sharemarket in the name of progress / 4

4. My Apology : Still I am not a human-being ! / 5

5. The privileges and responsibilities of the MLAs / 8

6. Prologue / 12

7. Grand-marriages of Ministers and Slogans of

'Remove Poverty' / 17

8. 42 years old History repeats / 24

9. Two pages from auther's novel 'Swapnalok'

published 45 years ago, depicting a tragic

story of Bihar-famine / 27 

10. They died of starvation - Not due to Malaria / 29

11. What is Enigma of Reservation ? What is its solution ? / 32

12. Dreams of American Gandhi : Martin Luther / 33

13. Bapu ! Go on Churning your

Spindle-wheel, sitting in heaven ! / 34

14. Where to catch Magan Mon ? / 38

15. 'Salaam' : This is a story of people's agony

and no vulgarity ! / 42

16. 'Salaam' (Salute) / 44

17. I am Not a Smoke of Chimney / 48

18. Divine Amalgamation / 50

19. Bapu ! First of all, I remember you, thus.... / 51

20. Bapu ! This Business of Ad-agency is to

show false as true / 55

21. Much ado' about poor woman's loaf ! / 59

22. Priyankaji Asked : Why Do You Call

Congress Old ? Am I An Old Woman ? / 62

23. Figures of election-expenses in Congress party rule,

the party which Gandhiji advised to scatter / 68

24. Bapu ! The politicians of the whole world

start proclaiming your name whenever the

elections are held / 71

25. Bapu ! How Pompous Is Our Foreign-Minister ! India

Is Not A Country Of Beggars Now ! / 73

26. Bapu ! We Have To Do Something New

For Maharastra's Election ! / 76

27. Bapu ! See Through Sonia Madam's

Thrifting Campaign / 78

28. Bapu ! Travelling Of Shashi Tharoor With

'Holy Cows' In The Cattle Class, In The

Name Of Thrifting / 81

29. Bapu ! Cases Of Mass-suicide Of Whole Family

Are On The Rise In The Country ! / 83

30. Bapu ! Please, Look At These Children Who

Collect Rubbish / 85

31. Will That Scrap-collector Boy Die As

A Naxellite ? / 89

32. An Unhappy Mother Of A Happy Family And

Some Shoe-shine kids / 92

33. Bapu ! Your Thoreau will be found everywhere

in India / 96

34. Bapu ! You Will Not Remain Melting Like

A Wax When You See These / 99

35. Left-Out-Food-eaters / 102

36. Match-box-filler / 103

37. A Dirtful Woman And Her Ash-coloured Child / 104

38. Bapu ! Hear The Story Of Seven Lac

Down-troddens Who Carry Baskets Of Excreta

On Their Heads / 108

39. A Story Of A 26-18-24 Figured Woman And Her

Chappal And A Cobbler Near Hitubhai's Mension / 111

40. That Bare-footed child : Will His Child Also

Remain Bare-footed Thus ? / 117

41. 'The eunuch' / 119

42. Love, Courtship And Coitus Of Three Couples

And Witnessing Peers ! / 120

43. Bapu ! To Whom I Complain About Pangs of

A Half-rationlist ? / 122

44. Votebank Living On Footpaths Since Generations / 124

45. Bapu ! You Appear Again And Again ! / 126

Grand-marriages of Ministers and Slogans of

'Remove Poverty'

I wrote about 15 books on politics and published three

collections of poems on down-troddens and have-nots. I

also wrote 4 novels on politics. Somedays ago, when I re-

read about five pages from my novel 'Oh, India !' published

in 1971, my eyes were filled with tears. How can I express

my agony ? And to whom ? Bapu ! I do not know.

Only remembering you...

The people were stunned to know the details of grand

marriage-functions of ministers and industrialists spending crores

of Rupees. One news-channel paused a question after reporting,

'Who will understand the agonies of starving people ?' I wrote a

novel 'Oh, India !' on the same subject 42 years ago, in which I

depicted the tragic story of starving people of Bihar after giving

details of grand expensive marriage-functions of many politicians.

I also debated about Gandhian thought, Socialism, Communism,

Nazism and Maoism. My heart grieves after finding the same

expensive grandour in marriages and looting of starving people

by the politicians even after 42 years. I put here about 5 pages

from that book.

Nanubhai Naik

The politics of 'Toppling down Governments' in every

state started as the elections were over. Power-greedy

politicians suddenly felt love for 'Ruling Congress' and the

slogans 'Indira ! Indira !' were heard everywhere. Morarjibhai

kept mum. Nobody knew whether Patildada was in Delhi or

in Mumbai. Hitubhai started telling that he suddenly came

to know about dire poverty in India. Any way, there was a

realisation in every quarter, that poverty should be removed

but how that can be achieved, nobody from Indira to Hitubhai

had any idea. A common man still looked in the direction

of Delhi in the hope that the poverty was sure to be removed.

He started a habit of reading newspapers. The Government

was playing a game of 'hide and seek' like disappearing

clouds who threatened to rain. Elected leaders were lecturing

vigourously and hard words were thrown in the air that could

make poverty run-away.ÖThe leaders went into AC rooms as they delievered hot

words. The marriage-season of sons and daughters of

ministers, secretories and MLAs had started. There is a grand

custom of celebrating marriages in India and Ministers were

eager to maintain that custom.

Vijay sitting in his ten by ten room was going through

old newspapers where reports of the last elections were

given.

In Andhra Pradesh, one minister was celebrating

marriage of his daughter. He was taking utmost effort to

wash away the impression of communists that they are poor.

Reports of the communist-style marriage were flooded in the

papers daily. One film studio of Madras (now Chennai) had

organised a huge magnanimous tent wherein a marriage-

mandapam was decorated lavishly. The huge Samiyana costed

60,000 Rs. As such, communists never believe in God, but

some arrangments were done to shower tons of flowers on

the God of Tirupati only to get his blessings. There were

signals of 'No Entry' all over the campus of 'Tirupati Temple'

for other pilgrims that were not invited. Tons of sweets, rice,

ghee, other eatables, fruits-vegetables were poured out at

Tirupati. Yes ! A daughter of a communist was getting married

and there must be grand preparations !

Even in Rajasthan, Socialist ministers also have sons

and daughters ! Are they barren ? And if poor communist

ministers could do this much, then should Rajasthani ministers

lag behind ? They have afterall higher status in the society!

Jaipur cannot lag behind Madras ! The son of the chief

Minister was to marry and his bride was the daughter of a

multimillionaire ! And why ministers would like to be known

as poorer richman when businessmen claimed themselves

Ö The slogans of 'Remove Poverty' are still heard vigourously

from Soniaji, Rahulji and Manmohansihaji even after 42 years.

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millionaires ? There was a huge procession of the bridegroom

with fulfledged police securities ! Along with it were 103

fourwheelers ! Big celebrities have huge contacts !

Home Minister also had a daughter ! She was also going

to marry. The celebrations of her marriage was so grand that

even police-officers had to rehearse for full three days well

before the function ! People were stunned to witness! Jaipur

did not witnessed such celebration, even when Rajmata

Gayatridevi married and came here as a bride !

Well, this was marriage-season ! Health Minister was

also celebrating marriage of his daughter ! People witnessed

whole celebration with gapping mouth ! There was never

such grand celebration in the history of Alwer ! This Minister

of State started his career as a secretery in an office where

he was getting 70 Rs. salary ! He was minister since few

years only, but how much he earned ? If God wants to give

you, he will shower on you even breaking your roof ! Even

the bride got lacs of rupees as 'Kanyadaan' (gifts to the

brides)!

The son of Irrigation Minister also got married. Jaipur

also got 'Kudos' for it. In his huge procession to Ahmedabad

as many as 20 Impalas were there. The gifts and presents for

the newly-weds had to be brought to Jaipur in eight trucks!

A daughter of Minister of Industries was going to

marry. He had just purchased a land of 20 Beeghas and

constructed a lavish bungalow ! Marriage plan is grand ! It

is said that his daughter got 'Kanyadaan' of lac rupees only

and gifts were so plentiful that the whole bungalow looked

smaller ! (When gold was sold at Rs.200/- per Tola !)

Vijay can see, a simpleton common man citing with

hopeful eyes a dream fulfilled, as if poverty has been removed

and does not even know, how to thank. He is so effervescent

with joy that at last the poverty had removed.

Even in Maharashtra also, there is a season of marriage.What of ministers ? Even communists and socialists can be

considered poor... but MLAs ? Do not consider them weak!Even Indra, the chief of Gods used to serve in the court ofRavan ! CM Chauhan (namely Yashwantrao - not Ashok) hasto go to MLA residence ! Sholapur district of Maharastrastate shined in that respect. A MLA namely ShankarraoMohite, who proclaimed of removing poverty, arranged adual-marriage function of his son and a daughter. He hadserved in many co-operative sugar factories for years. andwas president and adviser of many more co-operativeorganisations. He has almost served people and proclaimedslogans of 'Remove Poverty'. Now his children are marrying.Even God rushed to save Narsinha Mehta's prestige. Wouldhe not come to Mohite's rescue ?

The preparation of marriage-festival are going on since

six months ! Elections are coming on one side and this

marriage function on the other... Mohite has to fight on the

dual-front as Arjun in the Kurushetra. Rehearsals are going

on since one month. A special committee has been formed

and sub-committees to help. Every committee publishes

cyclostyled books of its activities and duties. Every guest

should get proper guidence ! Whole village has turned into

a big Indrapuri (A town of chief of Gods). Information centers

and telephone-booths are everywhere. Huge ice-planks were

kept floating in the wells to get the drinking watercool. More

than 100 thousand people have gathered there. Two thousand

kilos of potatoes and one thousand kilo of Brinjals are to be

used in cooking !

The arrangment of serving food is also quite unique !

Prepared foods come in the sliding trolleys and large teams

of waiters are doing their duties standing. A special

arrangement to meet orders of the guests on phones was

there.

There was a special arrangement for .V.V.I.P.s includingshree Yashwantrao Chauhan for their dining. Five differentsweets and mutton of four kinds were served with thebackground light music. There were fruit-stalls everywhere,so that guests can relish them freely. Some businessmen

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themselves eracted designed arches for Mohite. Evenlabourers of Mohite's factories erected 51 arches to showtheir pleasure. Whole village is shining with 5,000 tubelightsand 1.5 lac bulbs. Village Aklunj is seen bathing in theglittering waves.

Guests from Sholapur are coming to Aklunj in their

vehicles but for the guests who have no cars, there is an

arrangement of 700 vehicles in Sholapur. What to talk about

the function ?

Both marriage-couples got huge sets of utensils and

furnitures along with an Ambassador, a Fiat, A Jeep, two

fridges and many Godrej cupboards in form of blessings and

good wishes ! And what about gold-jewelleries ! Only golden

rings weighing more than a 'tola' were received and reporters

say that were not less than 10 Kilos !

Yeshwantrao arrived after taking much trouble. He

inaugurated statues of Shivaji Maharaj and Dr. Ambedkar

which were waiting to be inaugurated since 2 years !

Mohite claimed that he had no part in the celebrations.

He is a poor-man and a public servant ! This whole thing

was managed by the people out of love. He was only

instrumental.

It is true ! God does not take any responsibility or

honour ! Only devotees accomplish the whole show on his

behalf.

Victory to Shivaji Maharaj ! Victory to Aklunj ! 'Victory

to Indiraji', 'Victory to 'Remove poverty' - 'Jay ho !' 'Jay ho!'

He can see in all this hubbub, a common man searching

for something, just as he himself was rummaging in the

wastepapers and seeing hopefully towards Red Fort of Delhi

or listening to RadioNews or intently gazing towards

Government-offices !

Newspapers say that JaggubabuÖ forgot to pay his income

tax for ten years ! A man who is busy in removing poverty

Ö This Jaggubabu was the father of our speaker Meira Kumar. Somebody

said that the Income Tax law was somewhat changed to save him.

should be pardened ! News-papers also say that Naiksaheb isa millioner ! He is a great supporter of socialism ! Newspaperssay that Indira congress believes in socialism. Newspapersalso say that old aged ministers have retired and a new youthfulbunch of ministers have come. They are staunch socialists(ofcourse, Nehru Brand only) and they are now busy inmodernising their offices. Once that basic job is finished, theyall will be going after poverty! And the povery will have to runaway within no time !

Newspapers say that Umashankar Dixit, who is near toIndiraji is a staunch socialist. He did not approve the roomK. K. Shah occupied before. A posh office is underconstruction at the expense of Rs. one lac. Let him occupythis new office, than poverty will not dare to enter there andif poverty disappears from his office, it will have to disappearaltogether.

A common man searches in the newspapers whether thepoverty is removed or not? Something new happened ? Somemore steps are taken ? Is any black marketeer hanged ?Ö

Ministers change and everytime bungalows are renovatedand offices get redecorated and their secretories have to keeptheir status accordingly. Ministers may change but secretoriesare forever in the office. And what about Governors ? Theyhave to keep their status also ! Government has to spend lacsof rupees in renovating their lavish houses ! A new touchshould be given every year !

And the President ? Well, he is the representative of thecountry. How he can be poor ? His residence is a symbol of theglory of the whole country as he is the first citizen !

Newspapers say that President is entitled for one lactwenty thousand rupees over and above the allowance offifteen lacs. The expenditure of maintaining RashtrapatiBhavan every year is 80 lacs. Rupees 35 lacs are spent forthe celebrations of the garden parties, some festivals andother things. Even PWD spends other 30 lacs for themaintainance of the building. Rashtrapati Bhavan premiseshave 340 big rooms, 74 corridoors, 27 fountains and

Ö Once Jawaharlalji declared to hang blackmarketeers.

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a vast garden of 113 hectare land.Ö

Newspapers scream daily about such things and a

common man sitting in a room of 10 × 10 goes on rummaging

the wastepapers.Though the Governor of Gujarat is thrifty. He himself

uses grinding mill. His salary is 65000 ruppees yearly. The

estimate of renovation of the Governor's house is only 8 1/2

lacs...

Vijay closed his eyes and tried to look inside himself.

A Goddess Durga with her hands up shouts 'Removepoverty', 'Remove Poverty' standing on the remports of Red

Fort. Common man is pleased to hear and is overjoyed

imaging that the poverty has been removed and goes onrummaging... and rummaging... and rummaging wastepapers.

Vijay sitting in his 10 × 10 room... goes over and over

again he goes on remembering slogans that were shoutedbefore the elections and Indiraji's promises.

As a common man he is also rummaging...

Suddenly Bharti came up the stairs with big hubbab.Someone was following her. As Vijay looked, both approached

him.

'Motabhai ! Reshma is annoyed when I call her a bitch!''What ? A bitch ? How can you... ?' Vijay was surprised.

'Yes ! Not an ordinary bitch... ! A special bitch of our

Prime Minister ! Forign-bred and ultra-modern...!'Vijay was perplexed looking at her.

'Oh... Motabhai don't look at me, like that ! Our Prime

Minister has two dogs and a cat... They all live lavishly !You know ? A big team of servants takes care all the while.

One bitch is called Reshma ! So, I teased her... Why you are

Reshma as a human-being in Surat ? You Should have beenborn as a bitch in the Prime-ministers house !'

[This quote is from auther's novel 'Oh, India !' published 42years ago, in 1971. Its second edition : 2004. This book is translated

in Hindi and Marathi also.]

Ö All these figures are 40 years old. Atleast 3-4 zeroes

should be added to get correct present figures.

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42 years old History repeats

Pages of my 42 years old novel 'Oh, India !' are flooded

with the stories of lavish marriage-functions of the politicians.

Any one will lose faith in democracy who finds that the 42

years old history is repeating today. A villager like me goes

on rummaging old wastepapers as the hero of 'Oh, India !'

and eyes dribble on the yellowish papers seeing the sorry

plight of 65 years old democracy.

This is the story of Narayan Rane family.

The marriage of Neelesh Rane, an eldest son of multi-

millionaire Narayan Rane, was celebrated in the Turf club

in 2007. See the scenario ! The cost of his invitation card

was only 700 rupees each ! Its copy-right was obtained even!

Narayan Rane celebrated the function as a grand festival, as

if a crown-prince was wedding. The people were dumb-

founded and licked their fingers ! (Alas ! What remains for

a common man, but to lick his own fingers.)

If the eldest son's marriage was celebrated in such a

fashion, then naturally younger son can not marry in a simple

way. Rane's properties and the assets were definitely increased

three or four times during three years. These days, properties

increase in terms of billions; not in terms of millions !

See... When I rummage waste papers as that Vijay, the

hero of 'Oh, India !' then what I find ? Rane had stunned the

whole country !

Nearly 700 expert Chefs were invited only to decide the

menu from Delhi, Agra, Malvan, Amritsar, Hyderabad and?

Yes, from Italy ! Why Italy ? Don't ask such foolish questions!

Don't you know that Soniaji is from Italy ?

You will forget Moghul Emperor Akbar, if you only

could see VVIP dinner-tables, where 200 types of eatable

items were there. 150 Chefs from Malvan for vagetarians

were specially called, along with Chefs from Agra for 'Chat'

only and for 'Italian Pasta' specially from Italy !

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This grand celebration-festival continued for three days.

It was memorable as if chief of God-Indra celebrated his

son's marriage ! It remained a talk of the town for long.

Do you think Nitin Gadkari is poorer than Rane ? Has

he less money ? Rane must know that Gadkari did not remain

that old poor boy who used to stick leaflets and posters of

BJP on the city-walls, riding on the dilapidated scooter. Why

should he remain a 'poster boy' for ever ? If the Goddess of

fortune - Laxmidevi showers her blessings on Rane, then

why not on Gadkari ?

Nitinji would not lag behind. His son Nikhil married one

Rutuja and in his marriage celebration Nitinji could .check-

mate even Raneji. 54 top most leaders were invited to bless the

couple. How all those VVIPs would come ? In simple bullock-

carts, as Shashi Tharoor commented ? They all came flying in

their own chartered planes ! Who paid their travelling-

expenses, one does not know, but they all were served

delicious dishes costing 1,700 Rs. per one dish, by Nitinji. It

was a great hospitality ! And look at the reception and greeting

Shamiyana ! What about a villager like me, it could confound

even always chattering socalled richmen of 5 - 50 crores ! Only

Rane could celebrate his son's marriage? Why no other man

can celebrate better ? Dinner was arranged for one lac guests!

4,000 cooks were there and 2,000 police to watch the whole

proceedings, rather to keep 'Bandobast' !

Narayan-Nilesh-Nitesh Rane ! Nitin-Nikhil Gadkari !

What N-named 'Scorpion' persons are doing ? I struck my

head and try to lament angrily to God ! O God ! I am also

N-named-Nanio of Magan Mon ! You gave them plentiful

riches and kept me only a cattle-breeder ! What have I done?

Afterall, you also forsook me ! You also forsook another N-

named Narmad of Surat, no ? What have we all poets and

writers done to you that you throw us away ?

Well... being a poet myself, I remember a poem of

another Gujarati poet Karasandas Manek : 'On that Occasion,

I saw eyes of Almightly flooded with tears !' ('Te deen

aansoo-bheena re.... Hari-na lochaneya me deethha!')

Again I remember... only politicians are not

multimillionas ! In our Gujarat, some industrialists afford to

invite their guests in marriage celebrations, abroad in chartered

planes. In Rajsthan also, in marrigge-celebrations, flowers

are showered on the invitees from helicopters and are served

with grand lavish foods incurring huge expenses. How a

loaf-eater villager like me can remember all those holy names?

Why industrialists can not outbeat politicians like Narayan

Rane or Nitin Gadkari ?

This much, Bapu ! remembering you. Jay Jay Bapu !

Victory to you ! May you move in only a loin-cloth half

'Dhoti'; all your life, that was your-own choice and your

destiny ! But what about lacs and lacs of naked people, who

have almost nothing to wear ? Can those one crore people

get somewhat good-looking aprons even to hide their starving

skinny skeletons from the huge expenses incurred in only

one marriage-function?

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Two pages from auther's novel 'Swapnalok'

('A world of dreams') published 45 years ago,

depicting a tragic story of Bihar-famineFour skeleton-women were gathered round a dried trunk

of a tree. They were trying to peel away the bark with axes.A child was fretting in the scorching heat but his motherdisregarding it, was busy in her effort.

Kshipra lifted the child. Its bones were pinching her.The child had no strength to cry or even to move. Its eyeswere shining. One could only surmise that the child is livingin its eyes. Kshipra could not bear its stare.

'Oh... why are you neglecting your child in such scorchingheat ?'

The women had not much strength left. They weretrying slowly to peel off the skin but their blows were notthat effective, still the bark was peeling off slowly.

One woman hardly could look at Kshipra.'It is going to die ! Hardly a day more...''But you can keep the child at home ! Why do you keep

it fretting in heat ?''We are about to go home... only a little more bark...''Bark... ? What will you do with it ?''Will boil it in water and drink ! May we pull on for

2-3 days !''Oh... !' Kshipra only could sigh, 'But why don't you go

to a nearby camp and have some food ?''How can we go there ? We have no strength even to walk!

Those who could, went away. Who will carry us there? We canhardly peel this skin... we'll use it for 2-3 days more and then...'Ö

Ö Panditji declared in 1948 that black-marketeers would be hung. After

20 years, Indiraji used slogans of 'Remove Poverty' in 1971. Thereafter,13 years Rajivji in 1984 also declared that poverty should be removedbecause poors only get 15 paise out of one rupee and the rest 85 paisego in the pockets of Government officials. And after 24 years more ,the back-seat-driver Rahulji of UPA Government who is busy in removingpoverty from the country, goes into a poor's hut only to eat his bread.Totally 60 years have passed ! Now tell me, Bapu ! Those starving poorpeople start to remember you or not ? No few drops are left in theirbodies which can flow as tears from their eyes !

Kshipra looked at her from head to toe. Isn't she feeling

grief ? She wondered, then realised that nothing is to be

added in her sorryplight. She had survived consuming her

own flesh and blood, even her bones have withered away and

not a drop of water remained to moist her eyes !

Kshipra stood paralised. Four half-naked and starved

women were standing before her. Their pallid skin stuck to

fleshless withered bones. Their faces were black and dried.

Only their eyes were glittering from the protruded bones as

some moisture shining into the deep well. They had torn

loin-clothes around their bellies and the rest of their bodies

were naked.

Kshipra could not stand there. Her heart was full of

agonies. She was about to cry, when Surya said, 'This happens

when there is poverty. It is not easy to feed oneself, whether

there is famine or not. It is not even easy to get some grains

from the Government godowns,Ö even if godowns of grain-

merchants are loaded with thousands of grain-cargoes. It

does not make any difference for those who are not able to

earn some money even in better times. Who, other than the

barks of these trees can help such unfortunates to survive ?

See, Kshipra ! How these trees of Bihar have become the

main source of lives ! It's no wonder a mother leaves her

child to die in the heat only to get some tree-skins, so that

she can survive for a day or two more. Tell me, how this can

happen ! These people have realised the truth deeply, no ?'

Surya was speaking with taunted irony. Kshipra could

feel that she was also in deep agony. She looked at Surya's

face. The face was stoney hard. Kshipra was taken aback.

'Don't get shocked, Kshiprabahen ! I'm not angry with

these poor people !'

Ö 'Purified food-grains are always needed for the wine-

factories and breweries of some Congress-men ! What is the

otherwise use of spoiled grains of Govt. godowns ? One of the

newspapers recently published a list of some ministers of central

Government who are from Maharastra, having wine-factories and

breweries. Nobody seems to be ashamed of this !

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'Then ? What is... ?'

'I'm angry with myself. I despise myself. We remain

very calm watching this. Our blood does not boil. I hate

myself more and more as I realise. My heart gets filled with

remorse and anger... How intently I wish to do... a lot...'

'What's stopping you ?'

'Oh ! Nothing... nothing we can do... We are so helpless

and insignificant. We are so overhelmed with our meanness

that I am not able to do anything except to dispise myself.

Oh ! There is no end to this !'

['This abstract is from auther's novel 'Swapnalok' written

on politics, in 1966. Second Edition : 2003]

They died of starvation - Not due to MalariaBapu ! This novel 'Swapnalok' ('A world of dreams')

made me cry when I was writing, or seeing proofs even when

I finalised the proofs ! Why should I lie ? I cried all the while,

blaming you ! And this 65 years old democracy also makes

me cry. I can not bear. I go on rummaging old newspapers

and suddenly get hold of the wastepaper of 2010, and I cry!

My eyes are full of tears ! Bapu ! Just listen ! You won't be

refrain from crying !

There is a small village in the Khaprakhol area of

Bolangir district of Orissa. Some poor families were striving

to survive amidst dire poverty in a state, beyond any words,

worse than a manger. They were living in small huts of grass

and clay. A girl-child died on the 6th sept. 2009. Her parents

were perplexed how to arrange for her funeral, when the next

day her two years old brother died. Family had no time to

grieve. There was not even a morsel of food to eat in the

hut. How can a family arrange for the cramation of their

children ? Two days later, wife also died and within a month,

the husband also passed away. His name was Zintu Bariha.

Nobody in this world knew him. Who could have heard his

name ? And How could this poor family who only survived

churning leaves and skins of the trees, hear or know of

Congress, BJP or leftists ?

So this is the story of Daridra Narayans (poors) of

remote village of odisha. Poor families have a big queue of

children. God always gives blessings of half a dozen children

to them, but does not arrange to feed them. Zintu died at the

age of 43 years, when his parents were still alive. On Dec.

17th Zintu's mother Minji also died. Only Zintu's father

Champelal and two children of Zintu remained. Father

Champelal did not feel any pain on the deaths of his family-

members. He believed that they were now released from the

pangs of starvation. He had not a drop of tear to shed.

Ramprasad, son of Zintu, aged nine years is still living.

He must have done some good deeds in his previous birth.

One social institution put him in an orfnage 'Vishwa-Nilayam'

after knowing family's tragedy. Though he will not be able

to live there for long but for the time-being, he got a shelter.

The head of the village says to the reporters that the family

did not die of starvation but this area is malaria-stricken.

Mosquitoes are everywhere abundently. There is no dispensary

or hospital near by. Zintu's family was the victim of malaria.

Whatever it is, the truth is, these people are BPL (below

poverty line). Forget about one time meal, if an individual

gets one morsel in 24 hours, that is like getting heaven. They

are rotting in such a poverty.

Zintu was an illiterate daily labourer. The shameless

government gave him BPL certificate only after the deaths

of his two children. No one even cared for him till then. This

card was given by district office only with the fear that media

would disclose their mismanagement. Very ancient mountain

Gandhmaadan is situated in Bolangir district. Poor families

live in the slop of the mountain. The team of Manmohan

Sing's National Rural employment Guarantee scheme or even

Orissa's National Health Department or any other department

had neither visited this area, nor taken care of the people who

are living like insects. Rahul Gandhi goes for nighthalf in

the dalit area of UP, only because it is his polling area.

Who will go to Odisha ? Credit must go to deaths of

Zintu family members within three months and local media

made a hubbub, so state government had to built a raw road

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to that village. Before that there was no approach road. One

had to go tossing and tumbling at one's own risk. High-

school students of this village had to go on foot 11 Kms

passing through the forest.

Dire poverty on one side and a high school 11 Kms far

away, who would like to go to school ? And if a child does

not go to a school, what he has to do ? To go for labour with

parents ! After all everyone has to feed his tummy. The

government still believes that villagers are themselves

responsible for the deaths. Village Surpanch Chudamani Naag

says that the government had warned the people to use

mosquito-nets but they did not understand anything !

Oh ! Oh ! How one can afford mosquito-nets ? How

these people can buy mosquito-nets, when they have hardly

something to eat ?

Even after 62 years of so-called independence, thousands

of villages are there in the country, where daily labourers like

Zintu die everyday due to poverty and starvation. If God does

not have pity for those unfortunates, then how much pity will

the rhinoceros-skinned politicians have ? [Report : 'Gujarat

Samachar' dated 10-3-2010]

I remember one more scene. It is a story of Bhuj

(Kutchchh). There was marriage season. Amidst the season,

rains suddenly started and continued for three days. Invitees

could not come in many marriages. Many prepared sweet-

dishes were not used. How to dispose them, was the question.

Some remembered 'Manavjyot'. Institution who arranged for

food everyday to poor families. All surplus cooked foods

were given to 'Manavjyot' institution all three days. A weekly

magazine 'Abhiyan' published a photo of a poor mother and

her three children relishing the sweets and titled it as 'A feast

for poor due to untimely rains !' Bapu ! Please have a glimpse

of that photo of those halfnaked starving children of 65 years

old independent India ! I have specially put it on the title of

this book, remembering you, will you try to say something

to those who are busy remembering you daily ?

What is Enigma of Reservation ? What is its solution ?In this democracy, one cannot force anyone to change

his surname, but it should be quite constitutional to stop or

to deny any mention or reference of the religion, cast and

creed of any individual in educational institutions, firms,

hospitals etc. except in the forms of census. Secular

governments should immediately announce to follow the

constitution.

It is true that backward lower classes should get priority

in the matter of justice, but it is equally important that there

should be a beginning to give equal justice to backward

higher classes also.

It is necessary that backward higher classes should also

try to self-assess themselves in that direction, because they

have intelligence enough to realise easily who are exploiting

them. The irony is, these backward higher classes have a

mentality of the capitalist. They are always overawed with

well-to-do higher class and they take pride in their favours

or friendship. This well-to-do higher class is their real

exploiter, that they do not realise. In fact, this rich higher-

class is in the root of backward higher or lower classes and

the government should always think of legal ways to control

it. Backward higher class should try to pressurise the

government in that matter, otherwise the problem of backward

higher class will not be solved.

It is not always that black-marketing of goods only is

done, but basically black-marketting of intelligence is also

possible and it is done. There is no other go except to

minimise inequality between the values of intelligence and

those of labour, if we want to give employment to everyone

backward according to one's capability and if we want to stop

social and economical inequalities. Wise man can go through

the pages of histories to know, what happens, when a society

or a government fails in that direction.

[From Nanubhai Naik's booklet 'Reservation : Problem

and Solution' published in 1982, some 30 years ago. Second

Edition : 2010]

Dreams of American Gandhi : Martin LutherThere is a great revolution in our world. In the mind

and the soul of mankind, a social revolution has started and

it says unanimously in one voice : 'We want to be free !'

à à à

I may be hanged for this. I may die. Even if in this

excersion, my death will happen, still I want others to say

that I met death in freeing the mankind.

à à à

Children ! Hear me ! Wear your boots to march ! Don't

get tired. Yes, our path, on which we are proceeding, is full

of darkness and dejectable, still I want others to say that I

met death in freeing the mankind.

à à à

Some of you, have knives. I appeal to put them aside.

Get only arms of non-violence. Have an armour of religion.

Wear an amulet of truth and go on marching !

à à à

I have a faith that an unarmed truth and unconditional

love will win in the end and so a defeated good is stronger

than a victorious evil.

à à à

Negroes need to free whites from their complex and

whites need to free Negroes from their guilt-complex.

[From auther's book

'American Gandhi : Dr. Martin Luther King'

published in 1968, some 43 years ago.]

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Bapu ! Go on Churning your

spindle-wheel, sitting in heaven !

Nanubhai Naik

Bapu ! We are tired

Waiting for you !

You did not return

Once you went away !

And Jay Prakashji !

You became second Gandhi

In the end !

You were not seen again !

O Vinobaji !

You used to explain us

Gandhian thoughts through

Philosophical Vedas and Upnishads

You also did not show us your face.

Once you went away !

We, wretched people of Bharat

Wait for you and on and on

Remember Jay Prakashji again and again

And ask Vinobaji again and again

If he returns.

B.T.Y.R. 3

Eyes are full of tears

You threesome went away

leaving us helpless

And never returned !

But we have our God

Who watches us all the time.

When you forsook us

He looked at us.

You had no pity for us

But he has !

So he sent one special angel

Who has souls of you threesome

In one body

To satisfy hunger of our 125 crores !

To cover bodies of our 125 crores !

And to spare our lacs of children

From death due to lack of two handful grains

And to save our lacs of farmers

From commiting suicide

And to fill breasts of our mothers with milk !

That angel of God

Will sure help us ! Just see !

Why ? You ask, who is that angel ?

Don't you remember ?

You forgot ? Then listen !

Bapu ! You gave your surname to India, no ?

And even Jay Prakashji praised her like anything ?

Vinobaji also blessed her !

You all three forgot everything ? Everything ?

Ram ! Ram ! Ram !

Then listen ! You forgot that child

Whom Indira brought up with much fondling

You must have forgotton

But we see him four-five times for

Thirty-thirty minutes on T. V. news channels

Every year, Everything !

That Rahulji... who played in Indiraji's lap

and learnt walking taking her hand

That Indiraji's darling Rahulji

Now became a big man !

A real big-big man !

He has become almost a second Gandhi !

All your congress-men said

Even Manmohanji himself said

Rahul is our country's hope !

Gulam Nabi said,

'The next 40 years are Rahulji's only !'

[Add ten years more - That will make

century of your Congress !]

Soniaji said, Priyankaji said,

Shakeel Ahmed said, Arjunsing said,

Pranab Mukharji said, Manish Tiwari said,

Digvijaysinh said, Sheela Dixit said,

Umar Abdulla said, That Shot-gun said,

Jayaprada said, even Raj Babbar said,

'Rahulji - only will save the country !'

Rahul ! Rahul ! Rahul !

It's not futile that they all shout

'Gandhi ! Gandhi !'

And your name-wise Man-'Mohan' also

Focussed searchlight on Rahulji

And declared directly that

'Rahulji is our second Jay Prakashji'.

Vinobaji is only left...

We pray to God only :

'Make Rahulji second Vinobaji fast !'

Bapu ! You go on churning Spindle-wheel

Sitting up there !

And Jay Prakashji !

You only rest in peace.3635

Why muttering 'Revolution ! Revolution' ?

Baba ! Don't talk of Gandhian thoughts

mixing with Vedas and upnishads !

You only worry about

Your contemplations and meditations !

We have our God !

And another Rahulji !

And for us, Rahulji only is

Our Gandhi, our Jay Prakashji and our Vionobaji !

And Rahulji is our Angel !

In Rahulji's name, everything is covered !Ö

Ö [New Year's poem : Year 39th]

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Where to catch Magan Mon ?

Nanubhai Naik

Son ! I was 20 years old

When one day, your mother,

in this hut, itself

Was tossing with labour-pains

To give bitrh to you !

In a somewhat remote village

Slogans were heard

'Jay Hind', 'Jay Hind',

'Vande Mataram'

'Mahatra Gandhiki jay',

'Jawaharlal Nehruki jay'

'Up fly our flag',

'Freedom be immortal'.

Slogans with cries of joy.

I remember for sure

When Jawaharlal hoisted our flag

Sounds of drums were heard

[That day - It was 15th August

when we got our freedom ! It was

all Latin and Greek to me !]

in the village

And you were born !

On the next day

When I went to Magan Mon

To drag away his dead calf

Magan Mon told me :

'O Visla ! Your child is lucky !

Your days of draging dead

animals have gone !

Now you don't have to drink

water of dirty puddle.

You need not have to move

hiding in the village.

You need not cut babool-sticks

for handful rice.

You need not drag dead cattle...

Your child will go to school

Will become an officer !

Your wife will not have to hear abuses

No one will have courage to molest her...

I was speechless -

stunnd, My son !

Bewildered I was !

Magan Mon again said :

'Don't stand there

looking stupid, Visla !

Jawahar himself told yesterday

When he hoisted the flag -

Nobody will remain poor now on.

Nobody will ramain hungry or

uneducated or homeless !'

Vah ! Kudos to Magan Mon !

He told me such a nice thing !

I rushed to your mother...

Told her : 'O my little bitch !

You delievered a lucky child yesterday !

Our fortunes are changing now !

You know what Jawaharlal

said hoisting the flag ?

I don't understand what he said...

I only repeat what

Magan Mon told me !

And then, My son !

We both went on dreaming

And dreaming...

SixtyÖ years passed

since... I'm 80 now !

You have become an old man

Your son also got old

He also have a son !

And this hut !

How many can it accomodate ?

We sleep outside

And I feel dejected for you

Could I built another hut !

How it would have been ?

It's my fault only

That Magan Mon deceived me !

I was such a fool !

I put faith in his talk...

During these sixty years

I remember Magan Mon on

your every birthday

I remember those

drums - those slogans

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Again I remember Magan Mon !

How he deceived me ?

But where to find him ?

In the skies, in heaven or in hell ?

Where to catch him ?

[New year's poem : Year 2007-Year 36th !]

Note : (1) A well-known journalist Dr. Pradip Pandya

congratulated me as soon as he read this poem. (2) This Magan

Mon was my father ! And this 'Visla' is not that 'Visram' that

took hold of my mind since long. In fact, his name was

different. When I was writting this poem, real happening,

accidently I wrote a name 'Visla' (Vishram).

'Salaam' : This is a story of people's

agony and no vulgarity !

'Salaam' is a collection of poems of the first rank Marathi

poet 'Mahesh Padgaonkar'. He had given 42 poems in this

collection. The price of this simple publication of 64 pages

is rupees sixty. Just now its eighth edition is being sold. In

the first poem 'Salaam', he had abused reporters of T. V.

Channels as 'eunuchs' and owners of power and riches as

'pimps'. The poet had abused himself after knowing agonies

and helplessness of 125 crore people. Nobody found it vulgar,

still I do not repeat that word here. In fact, it is only a tragic

story of pangs and helplessness of 125 crore people, written

in strong words. It is also a tragic story of his scornings after

seeing the people getting insults, getting robbed and tortured

at every step and finding himself so helpness. Who will say

it vulger ? Marathi Sahitya Parishad awarded this collection

but the poet did not accept the award because of some bad

comments from the Maharastra Government. Still Marathi

Sahitya Acedemy awarded the collection without caring for

the Maharastra Govt. declaring that a writer has every right

to say what he thinks proper. Freedom of speech is important

in democracy.

There were rumours in 1971 elections, that Indiraji

collected election-funds of 90 lacs of rupees from every

industry-icon. One does not know what was the truth but the

owners of almost all industries started collecting big black

money via rises of prices of their items by 10-15%. There

were also rumors about the commissions embezzed in the

purchase of arms and other equipments necessary for all the

three wings of army. It was said that it was distributed among

the middle to higher officers. The politicians had no idea

about this. They only collected funds from the industries.

Then the credit must go to Kwotorchy of Italy who taught

them how to raise funds in such manners. Bofors scam4241

started then and such scams reached to the height of the

purchase-deals of arms with Israel before the 2009 elections.

The scams will go on. The auther of this book started a big

campaign against it and had hot dicussions with the Collector

of Surat and the Minister of Industries, Shree Bhailalbhai

Patel. There were no security-commandos then. One could

directly see Secretories or Ministers. We strongly protested

to Monopoly Commission and then to the Secretory of

Minister of Industries of Central Government, Shree

Fernandes and Shree Morarji Desai also. I had given

everything in detail in my two books : 'What Is A Good

Government ?' and '65 suggestions for Amendment of the

constitution', I do not want to repeat here but since 1971,

Sahitya Sangam stopped sending new years greeting cards

and started a practice of sending 3-4 satirical poems on the

relevant issues every new years day. These poems were again

published by 'Sandesh', a daily newspaper for atleast 4-5

years with suitable response. Some other magazines also

published the poems. Some of them are published here also.

These poems only reflect the agonies of 125 crores of people

of this country.

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'Salaam' (Salute)

Mangesh Padgaokar

Salute, My Salute to you all...

Salute to him... who has a

stick in his hand.

Putting left hand on...buttocks?

Afraid of kicks... I...

Salute with right hand.

Salute to an on-looker,

Salute also to who is not-looking.

Salute to buyers

Salute even to those who instigated to buy

Salute, brother ! Salute to all !

Salute to every tremulous eye

Salute to stones worshipped with vermilion

Salute to temples constructed

with expenses of lacs

Salute to terrifying deities and to their terror

Salute to the contractors of religions

Salute to Baba who produces ash from the hands,

Salute to big Baba who produces a ring from the air

Salute to Saturn - Salute to Mars

Salute to all contractors of fears.

Salute to the father who growlled every time on mother

Salute his boss who kept on growling

Salute to the master of the boss.

Salute to dear brothers and sisters!

Salute to all !

Salute to a reader who has newspapers in his hand,

Salute to the reporters and the publishers of photoes

Salute to the owners of newspapers

Salute to politicians who kept them under control

Salute to the listeners who face the microphones

Salute to the speakers who go on speaking non-stop

Salute to the crowd gathered

Salute to the magicians who rock the crowds

Salute to all - brothers and sisters !

Salute to 'Dada' (Don) of the locality

Salute to home distillery-operaters

Salute to smugglers

Salute to 'Matkawalas' (the gamblers)

Salute to 'Bhai' who collects instalments

Salute to democracy

Salute to thrashers

Salute to truck-drivers of power

Salute to dogs and earthworms trampled under the power-trucks

Salute to knife-holder

Salute to the bombers of the planes

Salute to the big businessmen of arms

Salute to black-marketeers

Salute to the leaders who announced to hang them

Salute to users of gutter-waters for injections

Salute to sellers of cremation-goods

Salute to the shoulders who carry biers

Salute to those who made deaths cheaper

Salute to all, dear friends ! Salute !

Salute to all burrows

Salute to mice dwelling in burrows

Salute to all cockroaches

Salute to all bugs of charpoy

Salute to elephantile walls

Salute to skinny wife

Salute to children of one and half 'Kholi' (room)

Salute to crowds amidst local trains

Salute to rotten grains

Salute to torn ganjies

Salute to mill-owners

Salute to union-leaders

Salute to strikes

Salute to starvation

Salute to all flags of different colours

Salute to jammed globuled excreta of toilets of chawls

Salute to each hand that clutches the neck

Salute to all brothers and sisters !

Salute to my holy cultured country

Salute to sublime and auspicious traditions of this country

Salute to high proclamations

Salute to dung-heaps of casteism

Salute to leaders getting power from those dung-heaps

Salute to Vedas and Upnishads

Salute to 'Dadas' of Sugar-factories

Salute to their hundreds of trucks

Salute to elections

Salute to election-funds

Salute to invisible vigorous fist-blows

Salute to blind vote-stamps

Salute to hunters with rabbits in their hands

Salute to their attending spoons

Salute to outragious cries of oppressed

Salute to eunuch readers of their oppression

Salute to all brothers and sisters !

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If we call it a country of pimps,

Then they will break our heads

If we call it a country of mean and helpless

Then they will strike us on the road,

If we call it a country that can be purchased

Then they will block our way

If we said anything about duties of God or about leaders

Then they will catch and strike us in the corners

If we call it a country of exploiters

Then they will throw us from their companies

So my first salute to my neuter genderness

And then to all those 'hands' who strike

And then to my super holy sublime auspicious country

And to its great traditions !

Salute,

Dear brothers and sisters ! Salute to all.

If I had more hands, I would salute you with all hands

But forgive me, brothers !

I have only two hands and out of them

One left hand I put on my...buttocks

Afraid of kicks !

So salute with the right hand !

Salute to all - brothers and sisters ! Salute !

4847

I am Not a Smoke of Chimney

Born from a flare of fireI am not a smoke of chimney,Heated history of labour I amMarked on the Sky,Earth’s dark linings I amI am a smoky flag of labourRearing in the empty stomachsNot as tears, I come out as a fireballWhere every honour declines.

- Ex. Prime Minister of India Late Shri V. P. Singh

I will continue my efforts to become like what allrespected - Messrs Jayantbhai Pathak,Bhagwatikumar Sharma, Ramanlal Pathak andLabhshankar Thakardada have understood me.Ö

Once we were talking with the learned critic poet ShriJayantbhai in our farm. During the talk, Rekhabahen said,'Nanubhai has no faith in religion, but he prints so many bookson religion. He worships God as an enemy and God gives himfruits.' At that time Jayantbhai said remarkably, 'Nanubhailives religion.' A Small man like me does not deserve suchcompliments, still I liked what that learned man had said.

Shri Bhagwatikumar Sharma, Ex. President of GujaratiSahitya Parishad, a vernacular language literary forum, myfriend and well-wisher of my whole family since last fiftyyears, has written 'Nanubapa - a big Banyan tree' and thencalled me 'Nagar Bapa (Grand father of the city)' and had saidthat 'Nanubhai has no enemy.'

A well-known literary figure and a 'rationalist' - learnedProfessor Shri Ramanbhai Pathak mentioned me as 'A man ofculture'.

And my another beloved poet-friend Shri LabhshankarThakar has written recently in a letter to Janakbhai, 'My saluteand kind regards to my compassionate, everloving friend andmy pioneer publisher Shri Nanubhai. He has an unique energy.He is synonym of love.' Not long ago, he also on telephone talkto Rekhabahen mentioned me as a man of culture.

I never believe in Almighty God, but I know, I cannotfully live like what all these outspoken four literary persons ofthe highest caliber described. But that gave me enough strengthto live like what they said. In future also, I will alwaysremember their such goodwishes, to live like that.

Ö All are well known writers, poets, journalists and rationalthinkers of Gujarat.

Real and fake faces

Behind many fake faces

My real face is getting suffocated.

Striking head all the while,

Very much tired by now.

To all these fake faces,

By tearing to take it out

Determined to expose these

Doing since last so many yearsBut now, it is getting lateWithin a short period of time

If I am not able to do that

Then This real face will certainly get destroyed

(Grief expressed 25-30 years ago) - Nanubhai Naik

Shri Bhagwatikumar Sharma, a well known writer,journalist and Ex. President of Gujarati SahityaParishad of Gujarat, presented a sonnet in a hallfull of audiance on the 83rd birthday of Shri

Nanubhai Naik admiring him as Nagar Bapa.

Divine Amalgamation

(Sonnet : Vasant Tilaka Ä Shri Bhagvatikumar Sharma)

Generosity, Love, Pride, Deep Warmth,Repeating heartfelt friendship towards all,labour-loving, hard-working diligentproduced a charming world out of nothing. -1

Tilled soil, got the crop by farming,Then went in the direction of word-sowingTaking pen engrossed in writing,Got slowly a smooth track of printing. -2

And entire success emerged kissing feet,Still an ardent desire in the heartTo give lowpriced easily available books,Established Books on the back of elephant. -3

Generosity, love, compassion, loyalty of work,In a divine amalgamation is our Nanubapa ! -4

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Bapu ! First of all, I remember you, thus....

As a result of almost three years of Independence, on

my twentyfourth year, I wrote a novel named 'Inheritance of

slavery', but you were not remembered then. The very next

year, when I started writing the classical Epic poem 'The

story of Gandhi', I remembered you instantly. Just now, I do

not quite remember but after writing only about twenty pages,

I was very angry with you. Thus, you were first remembered

in somewhat different light. Those twenty pages were well-

preserved till they were destroyed in the devastaing flood of

Surat. Somehow or other, I had a feeling that only you were

responsible for the downfall of our country. After all, you had

left those unworthy people to rule over us.

My friendship with your son Harilal, was just growing

then, so I was in little dilemma as to where should I direct

my anger and against whom ? How an uncivilized, displeasant,

rude villager like me can express his wrath ? I am still little

angry with you, but Harilal had planted you so deeply in my

mind that I am sure, whatever anger left in me would be

thrown away by you and you would make me if not pure just

like you, but a little worthy person, atleast. With that faith,

I remember you often and want to offer some gifts at your

feet.

During those sixty-two years you have constantly

possessed my mind and debated with me and my friend, your

son Harilal. So many times, though you admonished us, you

also believed us and made amendments. In fact, you always

said that your beliefs changed as you learnt and your latest

ideas should be counted as true and final. Thats why I and

Harilal keep considering how you would be in the present

scenario.

Hardly a day has passed without remembering you during

those sixty-two years. I remembered you every moment,

debated and made queries with you. Whenever I remembered

you, I got angry with you, but made compromises with you

also. At this age of 85, I do not know how many things of

'Love and Hate' I still remember and how many I forgot. On

your part, it was only love, that I must confess. I don't know,

what will become of things that I still remember. Those

might be swept away in the turmoil of time, some of them

might be rewinded on my worn away taperecorder, but I don't

want to rewind just now.

Bapu, just now I only want to remind you of your latest

named 'Gandhi Family'. From 1947 to 2011 A.D. - during

those 64 years for complete fifty years - let me talk in the

language of 'Gabbar' of 'Sholey' - 'Poo...rey Pachaas Saal' -

our country was ruled over by your nearest and dearest

'Nehru Dynasty'. Some period in between was surely missing

without their rule, off course, but once again, with Rahulji's

entry, the whole atmosphere is again charged with all wishful

probablities.

Are not many others associated with this ? Who says

'No' ? Others are not interested ? 'Gandhi' is your blessed

family, having your surname too and ruling of complete 50

years behind it and Rahulji also admitted that this 'Gandhi'

surname has helped his speedy rise in politics.

Are others not that worthy ? I don't want to discuss this

further, but this is only a hint about 'Gandhi Clan'. So many

others follow this trend of Nehru-Gandhi family.

Bapu ! With this 'Gandhi Family' I only want to reproduce

that long 'Election Episode' which you must have seen sitting

in the heaven. Let me also refresh my recollections again by

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reminding you. Please believe that all others have the same

qualities that this 'Gandhi Clan' has.

Just now, elections of our 'Parliament' (which you had

once named a 'Prostitute') were held. I haven't seen this

'Parliament' - only heard about it in the newspapers. During

those elections, I always remembered you daily. With much

noise and drama, the battle was faught. You may not be

knowing, but now-a-days big electronic news channels are

rulling the hours on T.V. For the electronic media, its a big

marketing business.

Are we having democracy, no ? Bapu, you told us to

take power only to serve people. But here, the contestants

spend millions and billions of rupees and make hubbub only

to get elected. Do they spend money to serve people ? You

only quoted 'Parliament' as 'Prostitute', but a prostitute is

much holier than these people. How could you know about

this marketing of 'Democracy' ? It's a big big business ! Did

you ever hear of marketing a big business of serving people?

Now-a-days to multiply this business, people keep 'Marketing

Managers', 'Ad-agencies', 'War Room'. And how expert these

marketing magicians are, do you know ? Its a small play of

their left hand to make a pauper a prince or a tiny ant a gaint

elephant and Ad-agencies also play their role. All want their

'Pound of Flesh' in this big business of Democracy.

Bapu ! These Ad-agency people are not far behind !

Undergarments, Lipstick, Roose and Hair-oil for young ones

... And that Amitabh does an Ad for some hair-oil... Sorry,

Bapu ! You might not be knowing Amitabh whom T. V.

media has made 'Big-B'. This Amitabhbhai reached one village

in Pune District to become 'a farmer'. What was the necessity

for a cinemawala to become a farmer ? Oh, you must be

joking ! Why talk about only Amitabhji, Abhishek, Aishvarya,

Dharmendra, Rekha, Rani Mukharji and some Khans... and

so many others wanted to become farmers ! You told us that

labourers and farmers will rule in 'Swaraj', no ? These are

the farmers and labourers ! Though their ancestors were not

farmers, so Amitabhbhai, Aishvarya and Rani Mukharji were

subsequently involved. Amitabh declared that he wants to

give away this land to displaced people of dams !

But Bapu ! Amitabh was lucky to be declared as a

farmer and became an owner of the land. Immediately, he

declared not to donate his land to anybody ! Let the displaced

people go to hell ! Multinationals make ads to sell their

products and for those ads, Amitabh charges 10crores ! Bapu!

You spent your whole life counting Rupees, Annas and Pice.

Don't say a word about these people, unless you want to hear,

'Shut up, old man !' Otherwise keep silence ! Bapu ! For

writing accounts of Rupees- Anna-pice, in the world of income

of couple of hundred crores. In case of ads, gilding of false-

good over the facts is always necessary. These celebrities

have to do this. All these come to mind when I remember

you. I can't forget when I daily witness this !

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Bapu ! This Business of Ad-agency is to

show false as true

Let us go again to that ad-agencywala ! It is a business

to show false as true only. They are so crafty that they can

sell gilded zinc-alloy as pure gold of 100 Carats ! They know

this young generation very well. They find so many

contrivances to deceive today's youths and this poor youngsters

run after anything they see on T.V. The ad-agencies told

Rahulji that opportunities should be given to youths. Let

them enter politics. They will elect a government of youths.

After that, from everywhere winds started blowing. Priyankaji

was also involved and then Wadraji also. They all claim that

they are young and they will fight elections ! And in the

election campaign of five days, Priyankaji wore 'Saries' of

how many colours and how much they costed; one does not

know. ! In Nehru's family, pomp and spendour were parts of

their lives, right from Motilal Nehru ! Lohiaji once uttered

in the parliament that Nehru's daily expense exceeded that

of president Kennedy or that of Briton's PM Macmillon and

gave the figure of rupees 25 thousands daily ! Soniaji bought

a 'Sari' of 26 thousand from the Handicraft Fair ! And Sheelaji

- C. M. of Delhi - an embodiment of service - also bought

a 'Sari' of 16 thousand. Then why Priyanka should lag behind?

She campaigned wearing new coloured saries every day !

She wore Indiraji's sari one day ! Well - Priyankaji is taller

than Indiraji ! And at the time of voting, she must look young

and smart ! So she wore modern jeans and top !

Here media- management comes to help ! News channels

are everready ! Look ! How much dress - sense Priyankaji

has ! She knows perfectly what to wear and when and how!

Nobody can beat Priyankaji ! This is media-management!

Bapu ! You will not be able to learn this ! Forget about your

loin-cloth ! Bapu ! Now-a days, media-management is done

in war-rooms and these ad-agencies have connections

everywhere !ÖBapu ! You might have watched T. V. in heavens, no?

There is no other pre-occupation there ! Just switch on T.

V. as soon as you are free ! I just say this only as I thought.

So Bapu ! Even if 70-75 youths get opportunities in

elections, out of 18 crores of youths, that should be considered

enough and that is important just now. The only benefit is

that out of them, five to ten youths may get some crores of

welth in 2-5 years ! So that is an opportunity ! The remaining

city and village youths are only target-youths for voting!

Govindacharya said that sons of ministers become ministers

and sons of P. M. become P. M and voter' children become

voters ! Bapu ! You must have known that ! Rahulji invited

youths to join politics ! And see ! How many have joined?

Read the names of youth servers of democracy ! (1) Rahul

Gandhi (2) Sachin Pilot (3) Priya Dutt (4) Milind Deora (5)

Jyotiraditya Scindhia (6) Raghavendra - son of Karnatak CM

(7) Anurag Thaker (8) Dushyant Raje (9) Akhilesh Yadav -

son of Malayam (10) His nephew Dharmendra (11) Supriya

Surve - daughter of Sharad Pawar (12) Shailaji - she is

minister in central Govt. may be 22 years old (13) Nilesh

Rane (14) Jyoti Mirgha (15) Navin Jindal (16) Dipendra

Huda (17) Sandip Dixit (18) Ajay Maken (19) Mausam Noor

Ghani (20) Arun Yadav (21) J. M. Reddy (22) Jiten Prasad

(23) Vijay Bahuguna (24) Shruti Moghra (25)VarunGandhi

(26) Rajbirsing (27) Jayant Chaudhari (28-29-30-31) Family

Ö This Story is of 2009 polls.

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members of Karunanidhi - Sons, daughter - son-in-law (32)

Samir Bhujbal (33) Meenakshi Natrajan (34) Manish Tiwari

(35) Shah Nawaj Husain (36) Umar Abdulla etc. etc. etc.

They are all owners of multi-millions. They have remained

ministers, MPs or MLAs since generations. Once Shailajaji

was interviewed by some channel. During interview, she

commented with lot of smiles that whenever a guest came

to visit them, she would always ask, whom would he like

to see - a M. P., a MLA or a central minister ? If he wanted

to see a central Govt. Minister - she was there !

Bapu ! Govindacharya once said that there are four

enemies of democracy : Groups or parties, brokers, money

and arms ! Broker does not mean only of prostitute. Whoever,

with a greed to get some advantage, tries to flatter only

unworthy man and upliftment for him, is also a broker.

Create a party, promote some brokers for it, spend money

and use arms, if necessary ! Capitalists, who use power in

this fashion are all enemies of democracy.

Bapu ! Do not frown ! In this race, persons having

meager 100-200 crores, can not win ! Bapu ! Do you think,

these young MPs are useful for any other task, but to shout

slogans of 'Rahul Gandhi Zindabad' ? Don't you know, why

they are all shouting slogans ?

Bapu ! just listen to 18 crores of young men and women

of 'Bharat' who are misused by such professional politicians!

And who are such professional politicians ? Including

aforesaid 34 new politicians, totally 190 families rule in

'Bharat', as claimed by some persons ! Rahulji has dared to

challenge for the post of PM, only with their help !Hardly

200 - 500 youths out of the remaining 18 crores may be

elected as 'Surpanch' or as 'President' of Taluka or District

panchayats! Otherwise their next generations will have to

wait ! Rahulji had invited youth to join politics and those

owners of multi-millions have came forward to serve Dalits,

downtroddens and have-nots who live always in dire poverty

in 65 years old freedom.

you know all this, Won't Bapu ? But I remember you

always while reminding you about it. Now in the year 2012,

look at a scene on news-channels of Priyanka and her two

children ! They are smiling wearing costly garlands of flowers

for the photo-sessions and then sitting on the dias with

Soniaji, she was pinching Soniaji's cheek ! What a scene !

T. V. channels repeatedly showed that scene with lots of

praises of Priyankaji ! It is now certain that this country

during next 100 years will be fortunate enough to get services

of not only of Priyankaji but of her husband and of her

children ! But Rahulji strictly said that these youths will not

get any power without getting elected. It is not just a prattling!

One need not see a dream of becoming PM ! You have to

take birth in Gandhi's family ! Don't run to become president

of Congress party even ! Soniaji is still there for record-

breaking 15 years ! Vinod Dua just commented that only

prime ministers take birth in Nehru-Gandhi family and Bapu!

Rahulji's left hand Beni prasadji also said that Nehru family

gives birth to PMs - not just ordinary ministers ! Bapu ! We

have only to taunt you remembering you, no ?

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Much ado' about poor woman's loaf !

Yes ! Yes ! Now I remember ... that a little piece of loafcan cost 25 lacs rupees ! Bapu ! Don't frown at me ! I onlyheard that from some people ! Only my God knows what istrue. Some say the loaf costed 25 lacs, some say it costedone and half crore ! Let me start from the beginning ! Twoof Gandhians themselves tried to explain that siting in myoffice and I did not know whether it was true or false. Somemay have tried to add something... Rahulji wanted to sharea loaf of bread with poor Kalavati's family in her hut ! Well,he is accustomed to AC and to fly in helicopters and planes,in midst of commandoes, how he know any Kalavati ? Well,those marketing men found one Kalavati ! Now suppose shelives in a dirty hut amidst slums, then how Rahulji can passsome hours there ? It is easy to get infection ! And what abouthis security ?

So their huts should be disinfected and roads to theirhuts should be cleaned. The flour used for the loaves shouldbe checked and the earthen plate to bake the loaves for theprince ! should be brought new. Pure mineral water is to bemanaged and cotton-mattresses should also be disinfected.All these are not small matters. Nobody mentioned anythingabout them but it comes to my mind that a team of 10-15persons might have managed taking trouble for atleast 5-6days ahead ! How could we know ? T. V. media did not showanything about it. May be these all are my conjectures only!

But Bapu ! What about Rahulji's security ? There isalways a danger of terrorism. There must be some commandoswith him with 10-15 doormets ! Don't you know aboutdoormets ! Years ago one of your devotees himself explained

about this doormet ! It is only like a dog who wags his tailseeing a piece of bread in his master's hand, moving all roundhim, in the hope of getting it. You must have also knownabout it. Harilal must have explained to you, who are thedoormets and how and from where they emerge and howmany benefits they get. It is enough for the moment but howa villager like me could know, how many crores are spentand how much part these people get ? Let someone explainto me, what is true and what is false from what we read inthe papers and what we saw on T. V.!

Bapu! Do not frown on me! just listen to me! same onetells me that when this whole episode goes under control ofAd-agenceis, some piece of the loaf should go to media-managers also. The 'Promos' of the loaf episode are shownover and over again for hours for atleast 2-3 days and whatis the charge of these news-reviewings? The charge iscalculated on the basis of some thousand bucks per someseconds /minutes. The total charge might reached to croresof rupees! Who cares! Every pollitician does not serve peoplewith own money!

Bapu ! Filmwalas have taught these tricks ! They spend4-5 crores or more in making a film and keep almost sameamount for media-management. They prepare some 'Promos'to show on T. V. for some days ago and arrange for interviewson news-channels. A film-producer may spend 5 crores inmaking a film but has to spend other 7-8 crores for media-management. What lucrative earnings for the T. V. channels!I am not sure who taught whom- the filmwalas or thepoliticians ? It is said about the media-management that oneparty spent 1200 crores, another party spent 800 crores andtotally 3,000 crores by all parties, together. A party whospends the highest, wins the polls generally and gets anopportunity to serve people of 125 crores for 5 years ! soto get such an opportunity, every party has to go to those ad-agencies and media. The ad-agencies have a hold on media.They know how to manage the media and how much shouldbe given to whom. Media arrange to call different groups ofsmart young boys and girls and give them mikes in theirhands and instruct them what and how to put some issues,

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some aged and wise-looking men advise and let the young-ones to come forward to show that only the young-ones areable todo something.

Bapu ! Remember Rupert Murdock of Fox-newschannels who managed some youngsters to oppose BarakObama and Obama had to manage against that propagandawith the help of another well-known channel of RichardWollfie.

In our Gujarat, one noted journalist went to some citieson behalf of some channel and arranged programmes-debatesand tried to defame the Gujarat Government by managingto get from certain persons his preplanned answers of definiteissues. This premeditated plan failed in one city, where certainother people started argueing. He had to run away to anothercity ! This only can happen in Gujarat, because you had sownsome seeds there ! Otherwise, in other states, people go onclapping and say whatever they are taught by the media-menand shout 'Jay to our young leader !' etc.

Did you heard the words : 'PM-in-making' ? Well,whatever it is. If marketing of 'PM-in-waiting' is to be done,why not of PM-in-making ?

Bapu ! Don't be angry ! Our well-known thinker GunvantShah said that an amount of 500 crores rupees will be spentin the 'PM-in-making' ! When I think of this 'PM-in-making',I was doubtful about Rahulji, whether he will be able to ruleover this huge country, if he ever become PM ? He is stillnot out of his mother's shadow. But see ! So many ministersand leaders including Manmohan Sing unanimously said thatonly Rahulji is the only saviour of this vast country !

See, Obama spent millions and millions of Dollars aftermarketing to get votes of Indians of America by usingGandhiji's name, tridants and images of Gods - Shanker andHanumanji. In America, this marketing to capture 'Votebanks'goes on from the very beginning ! Obama had to spendmillions of Dollars to get an opportunity to serve people. Itis not easy to get such opportunity. One cannot serve peopleso easily ! When I see and hear about it, a villager like mecannot refrain from remembering you !

Priyankaji Asked : Why Do You Call Congress Old ?

Am I An Old Woman ?

Bapu ! Whenever I remember Priyankaji, I remember

you also. You gave your surname 'Gandhi' to Indiraji, no ?

So with the 'Loaf episode', 'Priyanka episode' is also connected.

Bapu ! This Priyankaji is the spokes - woman of Congress.

She speaks for Congress as if she is the whole and soul of

Congress. Once Baruaji said that 'Indira is India'. So the

politicians go on repeating history. We can well say that

Gandhi family itself is India ! Priyankaji is also one of the

family, so she can speak whatever she thinks proper. Recently

someone called Congress, an old woman and she instantly

reacted with a question : 'Am I an old woman ?' Indirectly

she hinted that she is Congress !

Then the episode of 'Indiraji's sari' happens. Then Varun

Gandhi enters in the scene and with that only Priyanka can

advise him to read 'Gita'. Who else, other than Priyanka, who

had fully studied Gita, can advise Varun ? Bapu ! Who knows

other 'Gandhi' than this 'Gandhi family' ? Once you were only

Gandhi ! But you are now extinct ! Today, India is ruled

under these 'Gandhis' - Soniaji, Rahulji, Priyankaji and Robert

Wadra Gandhi ! Now-a-days Wadraji is also seen with

Priyankaji on T.V. ! 'Promos' of such episodes go on for some

days on T.V. Priyankaji is the spokes-woman of Congress !

Who can explain her that 'Gita' was advised by Krishna, in

the battle field of Kurusketra, when Arjun denied to fight

against his cousins 'Kauravas'. Krishna vehemently advised

Arjun to kill felonious wicked cousins ! But who is going

to remember such things ? Even he who advised to read 'Gita'

does not read 'Gita' !

Bapu ! Such gimicks go on T.V. I remembered this

epidsode, because it happened recently. It will be forgotten

as a new episode happens.

See the irony ! There are news in the papers today ! That

Kalavati wants a certificate that Rahulji had come in her hut,

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stayed there and had a loaf with her family and promised her

a new house while leaving ! 'Please, Rahulbhaiya ! Do

Something ! Nobody remember about it and whenever I

approach them, they behave as they do not know me ! So,

please give me a certificate that you came in my hut, had

a lunch and promised me for a new house !'

Bapu ! This Kalavati is a fool person ! How can she

expect that Rahulji will care for her and remember her, when

he has to worry about 125 crores of Indians ? Kalavati was

really lucky! Some partypeople advised her to fight elections

against Congress, promising her a ticket. Well, Kalavati was

ready to stand in the elections and registered candidature

also. Then everything was settled as she wanted ! Kalavati

announced that she is very ill and does not want to fight

election !

Bapu ! That was not a happy end ! Within an year, the

son-in-law of that Kalavati commited suicide because of his

poverty ! Media could have cooked up another episode out

of that incident ! But Rahulji was lucky ! No media man gave

any importance to it and it was forgotten soon.

But Bapu ! See the misfortune of Rahulji ! He met

another Shivkumari like Kalavati !

About one and half years ago, Congress-prince Rahulji

and one Mr. David Miliband - a one time forign-Minister of

U. K. went to a village Semra in Rahulji's constituency

Amethi. There they met a poor widow Shivkumari.

Amethi is that constituency from where atleast 13

members from Nehru family - right from Jawaharlal's father

Motilalji, uncles Shyamlalji and Kishanlalji, then Sanjay,

Maneka, Rajivji, Soniaji, Rahulji, were elected since 86

years ! But irony is, that there is no development in Amethi

till today ! Even there are no complete roads even upto

Pilibhit and no other basic conveniences and necessities.

There was a huge crowd gathered to welcome them in the

hope of getting some conveniences. Both Rahulji and

Miliband stayed whole night at Shivkumari's little hut with

her five children. God only knows, what both promised to

the villagers but nothing fruitful happened since their visit

18 months ago. Villager's hopes are not fulfilled yet ! Who

will hear to their demands ? Media have to keep mum, when

such things happen ! But if BJP or other parties were involved,

media would have created a big uproar ! But involved here

was your party Congress, Bapu !

Shivkumari waited for these 18 months ! She has no

regular income and promises of a well-built house and a

permanent job, are not fulfilled. She complains that though

she got a small house of bricks and clay, but it has no roof,

no windows or doors, she gets only 45-50 rupees daily after

hard work in farms and her family has to maintain in three

pieces of loaves most of the time.

See ! How flop was the show ! But again media were

liberal to Rahulji !

Well, let us forget about Kalavati and Shivkumari !

Lacs of Dalits of this country are ready to welcome

Rahulji ! This business of democracy goes on unintrerrupted

and Rahulji is not all alone in it. There are atleast 50 parties

in the country ! They all have to survive and this business

is so vast that the parties get their benefits according to their

capacities. It is said in the last elections, that about 50 thousand

crores of black money from Swiss Banks were used. Some

also claimed that other 50 thousand crores were spent and

the news-channels got about 300-400 crores, income as the

black money.

Bapu ! Don't rise your B.P. Some years ago, when I

was travelling in the second class of a train, some passengers

were discussing about Barua's comment of 'Indira is India',

one of them commented that such dormets are like tamed

dogs. They will tear up the whole country and eat away !

Then all started remembering you, Bapu !

Today, that game is repeating after 24 years.

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Our foreign Minister (now President) Pranab Mukharjee

said that days are not far away when Rahulji will become

P.M. Congress General secretory Digvijaysinh also said the

same thing, while spokesman Shakeel Ahmed was sure that

Rahulji had joined the young generations with Congress. If

Rajivji became P. M. at the age of 40, why not Rahulji at

38 ? (Now he is 42). Another spokesman Manish Tiwari was

of the same opinion, Priyanka predicted that Rahul will

become P.M. after three years. Gulam Nabi is of the opinion

that no other person than Rahulji is born to become P.M. of

this country ! The next 40 years are only for Rahulji. Almost

all leaders are agreeing in that matter, either due to some fear

or some greed. Even P.M. Manmohan Singh said that Rahulji

is country's only hope ! It is said that when a ship drowns,

the rats first of all jump in the sea. As NDA's ship is sinking,

BJP's partners are running away one by one. Shot-gun

(Shatrugna) Sinha wanted to become CM of Bihar. When

that was not possible, he praised Rahulji and said that he is

very hard-working and is a patron of poors ! His future is

bright. Jaya Pradaji also praised him and Raj Babbar (Who

is he ?), who recently became one of the spokes-person of

the congress party; also said that Rahulji is second Gandhi!

What a tribute ! Babbarji ! And I remember you, Bapu !

Whatever Rahulji should do or not to do, to know that

one must go in the root of the problems. And how Rahul can

go to roots ? He is almost all his life, in the company of

multimillionaires and always with the callous and

powergreedy politicians. One has to pass through the agonies

of poverty, to know it fully. That is not possible with a person

who is a part and parcel of the ruling family. Jawaharji first

announced that blackmarketeers should be hanged at the

streets, first lamp-posts! Not a single blackmarketeer was

hanged till then. Indiraji gave slogans of 'Remove Poverty',

nothing happened. Then Rajivji remembered that slogan but

the poors only remained 'Votebanks'. It would have been

better, if something could be done about removing poverty.

Some other parties also liked that slogan, They were also

drawing big slice of Muslim votebank. Muslims have

remained poor. They are not educated. They are left to their

fate and are not protected. How much this votebank will

work ?

I do not believe Rahulji as an enemy. I only believe him

as a symbol of the electoral democratic system - not even

in India, but in all over world. He is young. He is somewhat

sensitive also - only if he takes a Gandhian way. He is an

Indian civilian like me. He has same rights as I have; but

he is amongst such people, that he is not able to do anything.

I appeal to Rahulji to take some advise from Shree R. K.

Dhawan who believed that Rajivji suffered much due to the

bad company of some unwanted people and Rahul also

should get away from that vicious circle.

I also want to appeal to Rahulji to find many gentlemen,

philosophers, thinkers and elders and try to live in their

company, as he is quite ignorant about the culture of Bharat.

He is always surrounded by flatterers and has almost no

information about the real problems of the people. He has

not that much experience to find their solutions. He will not

be able to realise people's hardships in the true sense, by only

staying one night at some poor's hut. He has to find such

a rule that can manage at least two-time meals for everyone

in this vast country without much trouble. I only ask him

to come out of his shrouds and see the world with open eyes.

He is still very young. He has got many years still and I

appeal him to give only ten years to know Bharat and its

people. If he does that with the integrity and conviction, then

I am sure he will be strong enough to live with the reputation

that he got from his surname 'Gandhi'. So Rahulji, let us

forget our past and let us make this world worth-living as

Gandhi said. Then nobody will say that you are a duplicate

Gandhi. You are educated and intelligent and if you work

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with this conviction, then you will be able to stand on your

legs and will not need any flattering adviser.

Bapu ! I remind this Nehru-Gandhi family remembering

you. You only bestowed your surname to Indiraji with much

trust and love. Kaul family did not like their surname 'Kaul',

so it changed to 'Nehru' (living on the banks of some canal

or a stream (Nehar). Indira kept her surname 'Nehru' even

after her marriage. Then you gave her your surname 'Gandhi'

and she instantly adopted 'Gandhi' as her surname. Now

Indiraji has passed away and I appeal to Rahulji to accomplish

his surname. Nobody is enemy of the people. Rahulji is also

not an enemy. Public will love anybody who tries to serve

them sincerely - he may be a Hindu, or a Muslim, or a

Christian or a Jew or a downtrodden ! He may be even Rahul

Gandhi !

Bapu ! I have written this much remembering you !

Please give them all your wisdom.

Figures of election-expenses in Congress party

rule, the party which Gandhiji advised to scatter

Bapu ! You were not prepared to believe that a

'Government of the people, by the people and for the people'

can be formed only when people elect some candidates by

giving their votes. So you thought of changing that

parliamentary democratic system. At the age of 64, you

resigned from the Congress party and advised to scatter the

whole party. It was not to be and that electoral democracy

is still continued. In your time, there was a meager beginning

of election-expenses. Still you were embarrassed then. But

only if you hear about election-expenses of today, then... ?

Look at the 2009 elections. There were 3,500 candidates

who fought elections. One newspaper had given a table of

expenses, only calculating the rightful expenses every

candidate could use.

1. As per candidate, rightful expense was 25 lacs. So

the expenses of 3,500 candidates were one thousand, three

hundred and seventy five crores of Rs. (i. e. 3,500 × 25 lacs

= 13750000000 Rs.)

2. Government expenses after election were 10 thousand

crore Rs.

3. The total expenses of all leaders were 20 thousand

crore Rs. which include helicopter charges, advertises-

expences, rallies, posters, vehicles, wine and gift-articles

expenses.

4. Black-money expense of every candidate was about

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3 crores. Total expenses of 3500 candidates were 10 thousand

500 crore Rs.

5. The same newspaper in some other articles, quoted

prices of one to ten thousand per second of broadcasting on

T.V. of the advertisements and again in form of news,

interviews of leaders, some concocted debates etc. I am not

able to calculate exact amount of such expenses. Even print

media also charge of printing photographs, news and

interviews now-a-days. I do not know how many zeroes

should be added, but let us put that figure ten thousand crore

rupees.

6. Again the anchors of T.V. channels show promos of

different episodes just like the loaf-episode of Kalavati and

Shivkumari, Priyanka episode etc. of 20-25 minutes again

and again for days together. The expenses of such promos

are beyond our calculations. Let us put an amount of 5,000

crore rupees.

7. the expenses of colourful full pages advertisements

in daily newspapers by different departments of UPA

Government, before the elections, were rupees six thousand

crores.

8. Rupees one thousand crore were spent to popularise

Adwani's image in online media and mobile services.

9. BJP rented three advertising agencies for canvassing.

They were given four crore rupees each i. e. total expenses

12 crores.

10. BJP rented one lac cars, helicopters and planes.

Their total expense was 100 crores.

11. The expenses of interviews of Gujarat CM and

Shree Adwaniji during their flight in the plane and its relaying

on T.V. channels over and over again, were 200 crores.

12. I do not know the actual figures spent by candidates

in order to get tickets to fight elections. The expense may

be five crores each. Let us put the total amount to be 1,000

crores.

(Bapu ! If we try to calculate the expenses of arranging

election-meetings and bringing hired audience crowds and

arranging for their food and giving them cash, they may

amount to an yearly budget of Indian Government ! Let us

forget abosut that!)

And Bapu ! We have to put expenses of your Congress

party 4-5 times more than BJP, and those of smaller parties

according to their strengths. Simple illeterate voter is deceived

every time and remains there and there only, even after

voting for one or another party. BJP ruled only for 5-6 years.

It can not compete with Congress, who ruled for 50 years,

so we have seen tragic end of 'India shining' and 'PM-in-

waiting'.

You must have read what M. J. Akber said. He presented

the gist of BJP's whole excercise by saying that though BJP

tried its best; but could not manage media properly, so it was

defeated.Ö What does it show ? That the BJP party could not

pay big amounts to the Marketing and Ad-kings ? So Bapu!

You and your 'Hind-Swaraj' also were remembered during

the elections.

Ö The auther of this book had given 'What Is A Good

Government ?' in 1999 A. D. and '65 Suggestions for Constitutional

Amendments' in 2000, in Gujarati, Hindi, Marathi and English.

5th editions of all these books are sold. We give 'What is a good

Government' at a very low price and the other book was sent free.

We have sent almost 3,000 copies of both these books to all MPs,

all MLAs of all states and others at our own cost. The first

acknowlegment came from Varun Gandhi's. PA. Gandiji's

granddaughter Mrs. Sumitra Kulkarni and Mr. N. Vittal of CVC

also gave his fine reaction. The election commission put those

books in their library and adopted two of its 65 suggestions.

The constitutional amendment commission suggested about

400 pages-ful of suggestions to, NDA Government. The NDA

Government accepted 15 suggestions and those all were from my

two books. Out of them NDA Govt. started building North-South

and East-West six lane roads and dams on the rivers and joining

them by canals. In the year 2004, 250 ministers were relieved from

the government by accepting my suggestions. The act of the Right

To Information - accepted by UPA Govt. in 2004 was also from

my suggestions.

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Bapu ! The politicians of the whole world

start proclaiming your name whenever

the elections are held

Bapu ! Mr. Obama remembered you so much that I also

started to remember you.

The thing is that American Whites do not like Black

Obama. One American couple came to my visit. I only told

them about writting a book on Obama. They at once suggested

to publish it into English also.

Bapu ! Obama wants to have lunch with you ! You

know, Bapu ! Here Shahrukh Khan, Ash or Hrutvik etc.

charge crores of rupees for dining with. American sugar-

lobby collected ten times more subsidy against giving election-

funds of billions of Dollars to Obama. Not only the sugar-

lobby, but other industrialists also give election funds and

recollect afterwards millions and billions of Dollars. Bapu!

You do not know these benefits of subsidies ! It is not in your

capacity to understand the illusions of subsidy ! But as we

have to change the parliamentary governing system, you will

have to know about it.

Then listen ! The cost price of sugar in America is

much. Who will buy it ? So the sugar-lobby there, shows its

cost price one and half times higher than the original. Again

they show lower prices of sugar of the countries where they

want to export, Thus they show much too higher amount of

deficit to the Government, so that the government gives

subsidies to compansate the deficit. Now the sugar-lobby

tries to sell sugar to the countries where there is artificial

shortage of sugar. Here, in India, We have also a very strong

sugar-lobby. There is no scarcity of sugar in this country, if

the peasents get its fair price, but India is such a country

where politicians openly can intrigue any matter. India exports

sugar at a very low price to the poor countries where there

is scarcity and thus incurs great deficit. Now India suffers

from artificial scarcity of sugar, so the American sugar-lobby

with the help of Indian politicians, exports sugar at a much

higher price. What if, sugar-lobby has to give 20-30 percent

to the mediatories ? Both the governments - Obama's or

Indian - know about this, but who will utter a word, if they

all get their shares ? This whole business of scarcity or other,

is preplanned. Everybody knows about it. Bapu ! Do you

know, why all politicians rush to remember you ? Who is

going to give election-funds without any hope of getting

back in multiples ? So Bapu ! Do not hesitate to charge less

than ten lacs of Dollars for dining with Obama. He keeps

your photo in his office, so he will give you extra 2-3 lacs

as a copy-right if you ask for it. Obama, like the politicians

of our country, needs you. Even other leaders also want your

help, so they all are infatuated with your name, Bapu ! If you

start charging Dollars-Pounds for the permission to use your

name, they all will readily gather around you, calling you

'Sir', 'Sir'. After all they all have to fight elections. Bapu !

Do not loose this opportunity ! And beware ! Do not start

again your theories of truth and fair means ! We know, you

do not want these Dollars and Pounds for you. You will only

distribute them amongst the poors and starving people. Bapu!

Please let them get two time bread !

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Bapu ! How Pompous Is Our Foreign-Minister!

India Is Not A Country Of Beggars Now !

Bapu ! Let us go to Delhi. There also everybody likeme, remembers you. I told about Soniaji's sari of 26 thousandrupees and about Sheelaji's sari of 16 thousand and alsoabout Priyankaji's coloured saries. While you only wore aloin-cloth almost all your later life, so you were reallyperturbed; but you are not an uncultured villager like me, youwill not be able to abuse anybody. Instead, if you will thinkof going on fast for a few days, it may be possible thatnobody will try to end your fasts. There is Obama-culturein the Government to-day as there is T.V. culture in thecountry ! The daily-newspapers and news-channels so high-lighted Soniaji's plea to Congress MPs, MLAs and theMinisters to cut 20% of their salaries, that 78 crore poorsstarted dreaming of happiness. (How do you know thatmillions and millions of rupees are to be saved, Then a newschannel suddenly in the breaking news unleased a secret ofSoniaji's compaign of thrift by declaring that our ForiegnMinister was staying at a 5-star hotel since last 100 daysinstead of government bungalow and the daily rent of thesuite of the hotel was one lac 75 thousand rupees per daywith extra charge of one lac for the dining, break-fast andphone-services. That is everyday expense of about three lacrupees for staying in a luxurious suite of a hotel ! i. e. onecrore every month ! Three to three and a half crore of rupeesfor hundred days.

Then why Mr. Shashi Tharoor deputy minister, shouldlag behind? He also stayed at a hotel, spending a lacbucks

every day! Christa Guines, wife of Shashi Tharoor is fromCanada. She is there on a big post in the foreign-ministry.She has invested about 214.5 million Dollars there. Butforget about her. Shashi Tharoor has divorced her and hasmarried some other lady. One news channel gave their photos!It was a treat, Bapu ! Why should I lie ? And that too beforeyou - a truth-lover ?

A company named Alfas paid the hotel-bills of ShashiTharoor. This Tharoor is Soniaji's special. He has a thought-setting with Soniaji. One news - channel arranged aprogramme of 'Filam Promotion Ke Panch Funde'. I will letyou know, if some channel arranges a programme of 'PMpromotion ke Das Funde'.

Now the Foreign Minister claims that the hotel is

charging me only 4 thousand a day for staying. Do not get

perplexed, Bapu ! These hotelwalas are very generous people.

Finding the minister's difficulties, they had given a concession

of one lac, 71 thousand ! Please, do not ask me, why they

are so generous ! Ask Obama !

Ex-MPs do not vacate their bungalows and the elected

MPs are not prepared to take possessions of their alloted

bungalows. Not less than 100 MPs asked forchanging their

bungalows and 36 more are waiting for them to vacate their

residences. Some ministers and MPs have already spent 21

crore rupees in the renovations of their bungalows, they had

to manage with such a megre amount, only because Soniaji

pleaded for thrifting.

Again a news channel let out a secret. One important

minister was in Soniaji's 'good book'. That minister phoned

the above said ministers and advised them to vacate hotel-

suites immediately, to save their and the Government's

prestige.

There were praises for Soniaji everywhere. Ministers

are after all servants ! They did what Soniaji advised, but

the news channels have to care for TRPs, no ? So again the

news channel discovered the minister concerned, phoned the

ministers from a five star hotel himself !

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Why to talk of a minister only ? Every minister has to

arrange for meetings or seminars everyday. The ministers

have to arrange them in the five-star hotels only ! Well, see

the irony ! The minister who had to vacate his suite, that

Shashi Tharur had to arrange a meeting in the same hotel

next day ! As it is, the charges of a five-star hotel are not

much ! It only amounts one crore rupees per meeting. Suppose

15-20 meetings are held in a month, then the total charge

only comes to 15-20 crores and 250 crores in a year ! Well,

you may argue, Bapu ! that ministers' salaries are quite

negligent compared to these amounts ! The salary may be

15-20 thousand per month and 20% of that, only amounts

to 3-4 thousand rupees ! Are these MPs beggars ? They have

their status ! But what about the drama of 20% cut in the

salary ?

But Bapu ! One has to do such gimicks ! Why can not

you realise ! We have to give some solace to 78 crore people

who hardly earn 20 rupees per day ! See, Bapu ? There is

a breaking news on the channels ! There are 15-20 more

ministers who are staying in fivestar hotels still !

Well, I start remembering you, Bapu ! You are the only

person who is to be remembered !

Bapu ! We Have To Do Something New ForMaharastra's Election !

Bapu ! Elections are due in Maharastra again. All thechannels are busy in showing episodes of Rahulji's 'PM-in-making'. If Soniaji insists for thrifting, Rahulji also must beshown in some colour ! Usually Soniaji flies in the charteredjet-plane, but as the elections are due in Maharastra, shetravelled in the common class of routine flight. The news -channels were instructed to show the news with her photos.It was also necessary to highlight Rahulji's jounrney of thetrain in second class ! Again it was imperative to show howpeople were excited seeing Rahulji in a local train ! But somepeople from Ludhiana spoiled the broth. They placed bighoardings of 'Welcome Rahulji' everywhere in Ludhiana atthe cost of lacs of rupees ! Thus there was 'Rahulji' ! 'Rahulji'everywhere in the city !

Well, one has to highlight Rahulji's thrifting by suchhoardings costing lacs of rupees. Again there was someuproar by the people who were put in the difficulties by thesecurity-commandos of Rahulji while he was returning toDelhi ! Though it was fair that the news channels did notcover-up such scenes created by some jealous people ! Newschannels have their needs !

Bapu ! Manmohansing remembered you at the flag-hoisting ceremony at the Red Fort. Bapu ! How you wouldhave reacted about Soniaji's campaign of 20% cut in thesalaries of MPs ? I know, you had protested against suchsugar-coated deceits before.

In the year 1903, it was necessary to send labourers toTranswal. Lord Curzen, the then Viceroy, showing sympathy

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towards the labourers of India, said that the Government willhave to behave fairly with the labourers residing permanentlyat Transwal and also with the new labourers that are coming.They should be paid better salaries but they will have toreturn to India, when the contract ends. Actually Whites inTranswal were treating Indians as 'Coolies', whether theywere pleaders or doctors. Whites believed Indians asuntouchables.

Though you liked Lord Curzen's generosity towards

Indians but you protested against sending them to India at

the end of the contract, because you believed that Indian

labourers had every right to stay at Transwal as the Whites

had, because they were also British nationals. You considered

Lord Curzen's plea deceitful.

So you would have warned Soniaji that this 20% cut

is deceitful when ministers and MPs live in big bungalows

and spend crores of rupees. It is also like cheating public.

It is like one type of violence that tries to obliterate truth also.

MPs have millions of rupees, Why they are not giving

20% of their wealth ? Bapu ! You would have said that it

is shameful on their part for creating such drama, when 50

crores of people hardly get one time meal and other 55 crores

of people toil hard to get two times meals. You would have

added saying 'My life is my message', that to live lives of

toiling peasents, to live in smaller houses, to remove those

army of security commandos and to serve people living like

them. Bapu ! Tears come in my eyes when I hear you saying

thus and disdainfully-strike my forehead twice with my hand.

Bapu ! See Through Sonia Madam's

Thrifting Campaign

Bapu ! I have never travelled by plane in my whole life.

Only I have seen planes on T. V. channels. Recently when

I saw photographs of Soniaji's travelling by economy class,

then only I could know about interior accomodations of a

plane ! A journalist M. J. Akber said that only 2% of the

population of India travel by planes. I am included in the

remaining 98% of the people who do not travel by plane and

so I am obliged to a Gujarati daily news-paper for giving me

such a deep knowledge of travelling by planes.

Bapu ! So different parties of this country kept mum!

They had nothing to say. Once in Indiraji's regime, when

there was hike in petrol-prices, Indiraji reached the parliament

house in a horse-cart. The very next day Bajpaiji went in a

bullock-cart making a big fiasco of Indiraji. And Indiraji

almost forgot about horse-cart !

Here I represent a true story of the show of thrifting by

Soniaji with the courtesy of the news-paper.When Soniaji started her journey to Mumbai from Delhi

in the economy class, two front lines were blocked. Sheselected 3-A seat, because there was a big space where onecould stretch feet. 3-B, C, D, E seats were kept vacant dueto security reasons. In seat 3-F defence minister A. K. Antonywas seated. Six seats behind Soniaji were reserved for securitystaff. It meant that 10 seats were reserved for Soniaji's caravan.These seats could be given to the travellers who could notafford to travel in business class. After all this, Soniaji saved10,000 Rs. Again add ticket-charges of those vacant seats

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and we find deficit. Moreover, the expense of one flightpreceding this, which was for the car and other materials ofthe party-president, was extra.

Same was the case with Rahulji's train-travelling ofLudhiana. The general public had to suffer hardh- ships dueto strong security. Rahul Gandhi saved rupees 10,445 net.A question arises : Who is benefitted ? Again what aboutthrifting when we add ticket-charges of the vacant seats andthose of security guards ?

Bapu ! Now Priyankaji also spends her own money !See, how some jealous persons say about it ? Listen to whata weekly says about Priyankaji.

What a bungalow to own ? We must own such abungalow, otherwise there is no meaning in having abungalow!

A dream-house... we want a house in the capital ofHimachal Pradesh - Simla, facing a beautiful valley, an eyefulscenery around, icy mountains before in every season andrivulets flowing at the feet of those mountains and havingcool air. Who does not want such a house ?

Priyanka, daughter of Soniaji and sister of Rahulji boughtsuch a bungalow at Chharabada on the hills of Mashovara,some 12 Kms away from Simla. This is a dreamhouse ofRobert Wadra's family ! Renovation is going on since oneyear. Wadra couple supervises it.

Renovation and interior decoration will be over in abouta year, it is said. House warming ceremony with Vastu Poojanwill be held in the coming a Navratri Festivals. The bungalowis being constructed in the style of bungalows of hillstations.Its ceiling is of slate stones. There is minimum use of cementand steel. There are about 12-14 rooms in this two-storeyedbuilding. There are Cherry-trees and Apple trees in the opencompound in the front of the house. The hills of Tibet areseen from here.

Bapu ! Our people have become eunuchs ! May be, printmedia prints such news, but are all newschannels ennuchs?All the while, they are busy in showing different episodesof Sonia, Rahul and Priyanka,

Bapu ! Again I have to remember you. It so happens

that this year we had heavy rains and the ceiling of Wadra-

house came down ! The ceiling was wooden. Niraj Sainy was

supervising the renovations. He said that now we have to

construct new ceiling of steel. For that one Kohilika Kohli

- an architect was given this task. Now the news-paper has

described the interior designs of the cottage.

This cottage is constructed in about three and a half

acres of land. There is an apple-yard in the front. This cottage

is being constructed between the president-residence Retreat

and Biled Flower Hall in the open land. Who owned that land

was not described in the news-paper. It was not known

whether it was reserved land. No details of the price of the

land, how much expense of the renovation and construction

was done, are given.

Bapu ! Suddenly I am day-dreaming ! I am sitting in

such a beautiful bungalow with such vast land. I see scenes

of sun-rising in the mornings and loiter in the terrace at night,

looking at the moon in the brighter half and starry skies in

the darker half and setting sun behind the hills.

Aah ! What a dream ? I am filled and erupted with

exaltations !

And then you were remembered ! My mood went off!

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Bapu ! Travelling Of Shashi Tharoor With

'Holy Cows' In The Cattle Class, In The

Name Of Thrifting

Bapu ! The ministers of the five-star culture who always

used chartered planes, are now travelling in an economy

class with the camera men and news-channel people and are

having their photographs Published. Their media-managers

have already instucted all news-channels to highlight these

episodes. We see chains of episodes daily. And Bapu ! That

Shashi Tharoor went in a hotel and had a lunch. You know,

Bapu ! These T.V. channel-persons are omnipresent. They

immediately flashed their guns and the praises were bestowed

on him with his photographs everywhere. Then T.V. people

brought out what he said about the travelling in the economy

class of the plane. He used the word 'Cattle-class'. He declared

that now on, he will travel in the cattle class with holy cows.

We can follow what he meant by 'holy cows'. So Bapu ! Our

Shashi Tharoor is ashamed of travelling with the 'Poor' People,

whose milk (money) he uses !

And Bapu ! Obama Culture has strongly established in

India now. In America, a crowd who was opposing

unnecessary expenses of the government, called Obama,

Hitlar and Stalin. There were 35 journalists who were on the

pay-roll of the White House, at President Nixon's time. I do

not know the actual number just now. But these people know

very well how to deceive the 'holy cows' !

Bapu ! One friend of a MP just now had 'breaking news'.

He said that these MPs do not fight elections for megre

salary. Any candidate is prepared to give his full salary in

the thrift-campaign, if he is given the ticket. He is even

prepared to give 5-10 'Khokha' (Crores) in order to get

ticket.Ö 20% cut is nothing. Do you think, candidates spent

10-15 crores in the elections, just to get this pay ? That is

not equal to their sundry expense even ! They are prepared

to give their full pay in campaign, only if they are allotted

tickets. Bapu ! You will again remind us that once you

warned that people would thrash such leaders, but Bapu !

Do you think, they are afraid of your threats ?

Ö It is said that candidates are prepared to give 5-10 crores

just to get tickets of municipal corporation or district panchayats.

One should be prepared to give 5 crores to the middleman to fight

elections of L.A. At the higher level, it has reached upto 15-20

crores. And what about parliamentary elections ? Please do not

think of fighting, unless you have 200-500 crores in your bank-

account !

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Bapu ! Cases Of Mass-suicide Of Whole

Family Are On The Rise In The Country !

Bapu ! That day in my office, there was an angry debate

on the matter of thrifting in the elections. Some angry young

men were there, as Rahulji wanted in the politics. There was

an uproar in the office. Then in the adjoining room, I saw

a youth of about 30 years talking to Rekhaben, our office-

bearer. The arguments were so hot in the office, that I did

not take any notice of that youth. He was entreating pitifully

to Rekhaben, but I could not hear what he was saying.

When the debate ended and all were gone, I asked

Rekhaben about that youth. She told me that the poor man

wanted any kind of employment, however small, because he

was in great need. So he was entreating. He had been to our

branch at Chautapul also in the search of employment.

Naturally, we could not offer him any job. He had gone

away; but I was so hurt that I began to worry about him. Only

if I could pacify him with some words and help ! I had heard

about needy unemployed youths who finally commit suicide

with their family !

I started reading about suicide cases in the news-paper.

I do not know, whether that man committed suicide or not;

but Bapu ! I remember your 'Hind Swaraj' and strike my

forehead with regret. How helpless eunuch I am !

Bapu ! Let me talk about a scene I saw today morning.

I was waiting for my driver Hasmukhbhai. There was a big

traffic rush on the road. I saw one poor man wearing a torn

shirt and Pyjama. He was looking at something lying on the

road very attentively. Vehicles were rushing to and fro. He

waited for about five minutes to clear the road. As the road

was clear, he rushed and took a red ball-pen in his hand. As

he was passing by me, I said, 'It is used ball-pen. It is of no

use to you !'

He replied very meakly, 'I know, Sir ! But for my grand-

son, it is a novelty. He will play with it !'

Bapu ! I see several such scenes daily. If I go on writing

about them, they may cover about 100 books like your 'Hind

Swaraj.' I only dedicate that used red ball-pen to the 12 crore

new borns in the last year, only for their play, and remembering

our foreign-ministers R. Krishna and Shashi Tharur.

Bapu ! I am an eunuch ! I can not bear this. So I request

you remembering you that Bapu ! Please, take birth again,

come, come and appear again for the sake of 125 crore

Indians !

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Bapu ! Please, Look At These Children

Who Collect Rubbish

That evening I was going to my farm-house in the car.

I had some work for Subodhbhai, who was living nearby that

road. As I opened my car-door, I saw a girl 9-10 years old

taking away 2-3 Carton-boxes from the heap of rubbish and

gathered some pieces of card-board. She concealed them

somewhere and again started deposing the rubbish.

I was amused with the girl. She was like a doll wearing

dirty petticot and a torn dirty top. She looked so familiar to

me.

Some other day, when I was passing through that road,

I again saw that familiar figure... that girl... who was deposing

rubbish...'

Yes ! She was there !

Now she was busy with two three baskets full of rubhish.

She was as if sieving or sifting the heap as I used to sift my

wheat-heaps in my farm. There were some broken toys, one

compass-box, a torn chappal and a small comb near the

baskets ! Yes, I clearly saw all things, She was just sitting

near me, deposing the rubbish with her dirty hands, rubbing

them again and again with her dirty peticott. Her hair came

on her face as the wind blew. She would put them on the

forehead. Her nose was running and she was trying to remove

mucus from her nose. I could not bear to see her.

As I opened the door and just to sit in the car, to go

away, I heard a policeman threatening her, 'Hey... don't remove

rubbish, go away !'

The poor girl started entreating, 'Yes, Dada !' I'm putting

them again...' She started throwing all things she gathered

in the rubbish heap.

Somehow, the policeman was sympathetic. He went

away !

Bapu ! I see such scenes everyday and get angry towards

you towards all till my mind exhausts but - towards that

policeman Shit - I couldn't get him fixed; oh!

The other day, I was just watching daily hubbub in the

street, from my office-door, I saw two kids pulling a four-

wheeler hand barrow towards a scrap-godown. I immediately

recognised one of them - that girl ! Yes ! There she was !

A boy of hardly 8-9 years was with her ! They were pulling

the same lorry full of those cartons, card-boards and some

other scrap.

I was so excited ! I strongly wanted to talk to her.

And... I went to her, before she could reach to the

godown.

'Who is this boy ?' I asked her, as she recognised me.

'My brother...'

'Where do you live ?'

'In the slums near riverbank...'

'And is this lorry yours ?'

'No, it is rented... fifteen rupees for half a day !'

'What is your name ?'

'Shanti...'

'And your brother's ?'

'Laxman.'

There was a wheelbarrow of tea just opposite. I ordered

three cups of tea for us three. I offered them tea. Poor Kids!

They had no idea, nor they dreamt of such a thing. They were

hesitated. I took hold of Laxman's arm with warmth and gave

them the cups. Even then they hesitantly sipped tea looking

away from me.

This is the story of those two slumdwellers dirty kids!

They live in some small hut of ten by ten, just on theBapu ! Then, You Were Remembered / 85 86 / Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered

bank of River Tapti. The river is so near and the slumdwellers

earnestly want the river to come nearer in the monsoon. They

actually rejoice when river waters enter their huts. Only then

they get flood-relief and food packages to eat and some

money for building new huts and other utensils. They eagerly

wait for the floods and their huts to be drawn away.

But what about the remaining days ? Young parents go

in the quest of labour, every morning and sit in the labourers'

crowd. There Mukadams of the builders, plumberers, drainage

contractors house - repairing carpenters and masons, labour

contractors etc. come in search the labourers. Then there are

wranglings and hanglings between the contractors and the

labourers. Ultimately as luck will have it, labourers get work

for the day or not. If they get work, it's alright. But if they

do not get any work, they return to their huts. The husband

will have some 'desi' or 'bevda' and then will have a fight

with the wife and children.

And these two children ? Mostly they wander here and

there, near the heaps of rubbish, in search of some 'valuable'

scrap, collect them and bring them to their hut. They live

outside the hut, even at nights also.

'Why don't you lie in the hut ?'

'In the hut ? We have to keep our scrap there !'

'But why don't you keep it outside ?'

'How can we ? It can be stolen...'

Bapu ! I was so angry on you ! I do not tell lie. I could

not sleep that night. Those two innocent young kids ! Tears

run away... can not bear such agony !

Next day, as I began to write about it, I could not. Eyes

were filled with tears. Rekhaben asked what happened. I

could not answer. Throat was choking. Tears were flowing

on the paper. I went to the washroom to get fresh.

I could only say to Rekhaben that it was nothing. It was

my futile anger on Gandhiji. But he was not at fault. Who

could understand him ? Only I went on remembering him,

somewhat with anger, mostly with love.

But why should I remember him ? Only to pacify my

guilty conscience ? Or in a hope of correcting myself ? I do

not follow my mind properly but I am not able to forget.

Whenever I remember those kids, I always remember you!

It was all my fault. I say striking my head twice. Yes ! It was

all my fault ! Bapu had already said about them - the poors!Ö

Ö Bapu ! Now the municipal corporation has removed the

huts from the Tapi river-bank, which once was known as 'Bapunagar'

Slums. In their place, a fine river front is to be constructed. Theevenings of the well-to-do Surtis will be enjoyable. And those

scrap-collector kids are settled in some 5 kms far-away place.

Now they will come in the city to collect scrap, pushing and

pummeling in the bus.

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Will That Scrap-collector Boy Die

As A Naxellite ?

An old man always passes through the street just opposite

my office. He comes on a wheel-barrow to sell scrap. His

twelve years old grand-son is always with him. They

sometimes pass time at a tea-barrow to have a 'Cutting' of

tea, then they go away in search of scrap. I used to see them

standing in the balcony of my office. The old man would

look at me occassionaly. I would give him a smile. He would

also acknowledge with a smile and then pass away.

One day I was in the balcony, I saw him passing. There

was alomost nothing in his wheel-barrow but some empty

bags. A thought passed through my mind : 'What he will get

today ?' Then I heard him muttering some thing. I looked

at him in interrogative mood.

He was saying, 'Sir... would you give me thirty rupees?'

Then stuttering he completed, 'I did not get anything

yesterday !'

Then looking at the boy, he added, 'This boy had a fever

yesterday. He is somewhat better, so I brought him with me.

If he remains well today, we will go somewhere to find scrap.

I am sure to find good scrap today so that I will be able to

return your money to-morrow.'

'Is he your son ?'

'No... he is my grand-son. My son was very wise. He

toiled much but could not do much and he died very young.

This boy's mother also died toiling hard. Only I am his father

and mother and his grand father too.'

How an old and illiterate man speak such a language?

But this is the gist of what he said. I put it in my language

here.

I did not know, what to say. This old gentlemen, tired

and defeated with the thrashings of poverty and who has no

hopes or help... there is nobody to give him some solace and

he is pulling on and on, without any lamenations. He has a

young grand-son... How can he afford to leave him ?

I have so many such friends, with whom I have travelled

in life and have found vast experiences as victuals. I feel

pangs of these friends. I put my hand in the pocket without

saying anything and found some 10-15 notes of ten rupees.

I gave him taking his hand without counting. For a second,

I thought, his eyes were moist. He only took out three notes

from the bunch and returned me the rest, saying, 'This sum

is enough. He is well to-day. Though I don't want to send

him all alone, but I will have to. If Deity Bhawani give

blessings, then I will be able to return your money to-morrow.'

The grand-son did not utter a word till now. He was

listening all the while, but I do not know, why suddenly he

blurted disdainfully, 'Come on, Grandpa, these people have

no time to hear your lamentations. Please, do not try to

debase yourself.' And then he forcibly pulled away the old

man and went away.

I was stunned - stunned in every core of my heart ! How

many insults this young boy must have suffered till now ?

How low and mean he must have felt, with the poverty ?

How much anger was he concealing in his heart? How much

malice was settled in his mind ? How much suffocation he

must have felt only because he was so young and so helpless?

A sharp tip pierced my heart and it started bleeding and

blood sprinted out. Will he become a naxellite ? Is a naxellite

taking birth in him ? Will he die of some policeman's bullet?

Will there be nobody to claim for his dead body ?

And then a sound was heard from the dark corner of

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my mind, 'Shut up ! You scoundrel ! You are the real naxellite!

You are forcing him to be a naxellite ! You are getting fatter

and fatter by eating money of his toil. You bastard ! Son of

a beach !' I went on abusing myself, 'Yes ! You are the

culprit... by all means, you are !'

Bapu ! I can not sleep that whole night. I killed time

changing sides. Worthlessly I vomit out anger on you ! Why

should I lie ? I only remember you and abuse you ! How

many times I have done this ? Since so many years I put my

anger on you and so many times, you have pacified me ! You

had already noted down these things. Is it your fault that I

could not read and understand you ?

An Unhappy Mother Of A Happy Family

And Some Shoe-shine kids

There is ten minutes halt of Shatabdee train at Vadodara.

Time is about eleven and half hours a.m.

I am sitting near a window. It is A. C. bogie of Shatabdee.

Some intellectuals like me, who are sofisticated and rich and

who have remained aloof from the poors and have-nots, go

on lecturing, pitying poors and down-troddens, sitting in A.

C. Hall. For them a glass-window is a medium through

which they can watch out safely what is going on outside

the A.C. bogie.

From the glass-window I could see a ragged woman

sitted near the railway bridge. A boy of 5 years was trying

to make some noise via a balloon pipe. A piece of roti was

in the woman's hand. She was eating herself and feeding the

boy with a piece of roti and then offering water. The child

was usurping bread, gulping some water and then playing

with the balloon-pipe.

At that time, a somewhat rich couple with their

healthylooking four years old child, was passing. The rosy

child looked at the balloon-pipe of the poor ragged kid and

pointed out to his mother. Now the couple looked at the

mother and the child for a while. The young mother opened

her purse and brought out a five rupee coin. As she was about

to give it to that ragged mother, she as if she was stunned

and unable to say anything, vehemently denied to take

anything with her hand, but the couple went away throwing

the coin.

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The mother was so angry. She threw away that coin and

some boys who were boot-polishing rushed to take away the

coin. The angry woman watched them without any feeling

with wide eyes.

I knew that woman was not a beggar. Ragged clothes

on the emaciated body, shrunken cheeks and the flat chest,

they all indicated her poverty, while her throwing away of

of the coin indicated her anger towards the couple. Her

anguish that emerged from the circumstances, showed that

she was from a somewhat happy family.

And those boys at an age, where all children start going

to schools were polishing shoes, only to earn something and

help their parents. They cannot be held legally but had they

been working in factories, then their master could be arrested

under the accusation of child labour ! Well, they are the

masters of their own business !

I remember one incidence some 30-35 years old. We

had bought one Germany made OMTU automatic printing

machine by the help of a big loan. In those days, in Surat,

there was scarcity of operating labourers of such machines.

Such operator would ask for anything he liked. Our labourer

was such a man. He would always try to show his importance

on others, as well as on me also. I would tolerate him. It is

in my nature to tolerate and instead, I would try to find the

reasons behind such behaviour. I would let go. My guilty

mind would warn me magnifying my faults. I tolerated him

for long.

One day suddenly he started blurting out against me,

without any reason. I could not bear it. It was enough for

him. I immediately dismissed him from the job, giving him

whatever he rightfully demanded.

I shut that machine. I could not help anything.

The machine-operator might have intimated the labour-

welfare office charging me for keeping a child-labourer. He

might have complained in the head-office at Amdavad.

A senior officer from Amdavad came to my office and

said, 'There is an application against you. You have kept a

labourer under the age of 16. Call all your labourers.'

Well, the said labourer was the son of our trusted old

labourer Chhaganbhai. Chhaganbhai was very honest and

hardworking. It so happened that he brought his teenager boy

with him oneday and requested me that his son did not go

to school and had become a vegabond. He could only persuade

him to learn composing and if I permitted, he would teach

his son the job of composing. Chhaganbhai was a good

composer himself and I thought that of an honest and

hardworking composer like Chhaganbhai could teach his son

his art then it was well and good, so I gave him my permission.

The boy started coming with his father and within one year,

he was a better composer than his father. I started giving him

some salary also, but it was true that he had not completed

16 years yet.

The officer was sympathetic. He heard everything

Chhaganbhai said. I only argued that legally it was true that

I was at fault, but such children who had passed the age for

going to school and had become vagabond, should we allow

them to become thieves, plunderers or a naxellite, by not

giving them any job ?

The officer was very considerate. He closed the file,

remarking that the boy had completed 18 years !

Bapu ! I was saved because of the considerate officer.

We know, nothing happens in such cases. A child-labourer

goes on working. Only the officers concerned get pocketful

money!

After 65 years of independence, we find shoe-shine

boys in any town or city. We saw in a film, how a shoe-shine

boy becomes a big 'Don'. You know everything, no, Bapu?

You had witnessed sitting up there. Tell me, don't you get

angry ? so many times, you urged to relieve yourself from

'Hind Swaraj' and 'My Experiments with Truth'. But what

happened ? Nothing !

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All the while, that scene of an unhappy mother, her

anger and anguish, that child playing with balloon-pipe comes

to my mind and a question comes before me. Will that child

become a shoe-shine boy like those boys ? or... ? Whomsoever

I remember but you, Bapu ?

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Bapu ! Your Thoreau will be found

everywhere in India

There is an 'Otta' of about 5 feet by three feet adjoining

the main entrance of our office 'Sahitya Sangam'. It is covered

by iron-fencing. This small area of about 15 feet having

glazed tiles is a locale of our story of to-day. Time is about

7 in the evening.

Our hero is about 40-45 years old man. His total property

include a ragged bag having a very few things of the least

necessities (Thoreau, Ruskin, Socrates or Gandhi would not

have dreamt of), an iron trunk, one plastic bucket and a

carpet. He would put his 'this much' property on the electric

meterbox and would loiter in abundonence in the opposite

open square.

I do not know his name.He never gives his name, though

I see him daily, living in our small 'Otta'. He has become my

friend. Our neighbours so many times shout on him, abuse

him but I never drove him out. Some people extrust him with

some smaller things to do and give him some money.

That evening, I was about to close my office and go

home, a woman came with a dish having two loaves and an

onion. She said, 'Sorry ! I'm late today. I have brought an

onion only.'

Without replying he took the dish, sat turning his back

on me and started eating. He finished both loaves with the

onion, drank some water, cleaned otta and put the rubbish

in a plastic bag.

People say that he is from some decent family. He does

not harm anybody. Might had been in some trouble but now

he lives immutably considering happiness and sorrow equal.

I do not know, why I remember Thoreau seeing him.

It was heard that Thoreau thought of living on a tree without

any clothes. Even Tolstoy died on a railway-station as a

stranger, being unhappy for others' sorrow. And this man...

lives whole day with the least necessities ! Thoreau, Ruskin

and Socrates only thought of other people's sorrows, but this

fellow is living like Thoreau. Though people so many times

help him and also complain against him. In India we find

crores of such Thoreau ! But we cannot call them Thoreaus,

only by living like Thoreau.

I have seen him in rainy season also. It rains cats and

dogs sometimes. Our building's first floor is protruding about

4-5 feet, so ordinary rains would not wet the 'Otta', but in

heavy rains and its splashing with strong winds 'Otta' becomes

full of waters. Thet day it was raining hard. I saw him soaked

with water. All the while, he was trying to remove waters

that were coming on the otta with long piece of mop. He

went on removing the water with the help of mop for long.

Then he was tired. He sat on his trunk. He was fully soaked.

Waters were dripping from his face and clothes. On and off,

he shook off waters from his hair, face and neck. He was

not tired of doing that but I got tired looking at him, thinking

how much he would pull on like this. It may rain continuosly

for a week also !

And I got tears in my eyes ! What can I do for him ?

O Thoreau ! O Tolstoy ! O Gandhi ! Where are you ?

Where have you hidden yourself ? I am a Surti (resident of

Surat city) But how can I abuse you all. I am unhappy ! I

know, I am also responsible for this. I rub my eyes and go

on abusing myself !

O Thoreau ! O Tolstoy ! O Gandhi ! You are all great

men. You all shed tears for poors and down-troddens all your

lives. Even today, Your followers like us, shed tears for them!

We remember them, living peacefully in our luxurious

bungalows ! We always say that it is Government's duty to

look after those people ! All the while, we remind our

governments of their duties, uttering the same words that you

said about poor people.

Then why should I strike my fore-head unnecessarily ?

Who criticises Thoreau or Tolstoy, or Ruskin, or Socrates and

other ?

Yes ! Only I criticise them ! All such great men thought

of poor people and then advised others to become like

themselves. They only thought and advised and did nothing

for them ! And poor became poorer !

Bapu ! Did you started movement for independence to

keep poors and down-troddens in their sorry-plight ? Bapu!

I complain to you with all my regards. Why did you not

arrange for a better system where everybody could get two

times bread ? Or two sets of cloths ? Or a small house ?

You are a great man, I know. but it ails me to say that

you did not try to do anything 'en masse' for those unfortunates.

You put forward ideals which were unattainable for illiterate,

simple and artless people, but did you not know how dirty

politicians would try to make fiasco of your thoughts ? When

I can not bear all these, I get angry on you all. Then I try

to find solace by remembering you, that one day, if not to-

day, then to-morrow, a second Gandhi will take birth in

Gujarat, as Sardar said. He will come again, definitely ! So

I go on remembering you !

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Bapu ! You Will Not Remain Melting Like A

Wax When You See These

Bapu ! I am a farmer's son. I read about you 'Gram-

swaraj', so did not leave farming. Living in a city, I did not

forget my village. I bought a new farm where I planted somemango-trees. I have a farm-house there. I visit it often.

I always find so many dust-bins in between while passing

through. These dust-bins have taught me so many things. Ihave found so many friends there. They have made me

unhappy also.Bapu ! I have you and your son Harilal always sitting

in my mind. You have given me strength to know about

others' sorrows. My mother is also sitting in my mind as youand I believe the dust-bin as my mother.

My mother was illiterate like Kasturba. But she fed me

compassion with her milk, so whenever I see a dust-bin, Iremember my mother, Harilal and you !

A boy of about 10 years was seated near a dust-bin that

day. Children of slum-dwellers hardly go to schools. Theirparents taught them to rummage dust-bins as they are not

able to bring big scraps.

As the driver had to see someone, I got down near adust-bin and I saw that boy. He looked familiar, so I tried

to remember him. Then I remembered that I had met him

two, three months ago, with his grandfather. The boy thenbehaved rudely.

Whenever I come to my office at 9 o'clock in the morning,

I used to stand in the balcony for about few minutes. I watch

5-6 hand ricksha-lorries in the open squares, some people

standing before the shop of scrap and few women having

'cuttings' of tea. I always felt as if poverty of 62 years old

independent Bharat gathers before me beating her breasts in

mourning. shouting 'freedom', freedom'.

I had seen such scenes so many times. Yes ! I saw him

there !

The boy became restless and afraid and muttered slowly,

'Sir...'

I stood there without speaking and he was frightened

more. May be, he thought, I would ask him to return money.

'Sir ! Let me go. My grandpa must be waiting at home!

He is sick !'

Bapu ! He was looking so anxious and worried ! He

stood there entreating with joined hands. I could not bear it.

I was so angry with you and with myself too ! The boy

thought me a big man, so he was afraid and began entreating.

I stared at him. I do not know, how tears came out of

my eyes and fell on his hand. I could only say, 'Son !'

After a while, I asked him, 'How much you earn ?'

By the time, he was somewhat relieved. He replied, '15-

20 rupees ! Sometimes 30-40 !'

'Are you all alone in the house ? Your brother-sister ?

I have seen you near my office with your grand-father ! How

is he ? And where do you sell this scrap ?'

I went on asking eagerly, but how can a confused boy

reply ?

I pacified him putting my hand on his head. Slowly he

gathered courage. A boy, hungry of love, was offended by

the society, in such an early age. When he found some

sympathy and love in my behaviour, he started talking.

But how a boy with a vocabulary of a limited few words

can express himself! But I could follow his misery.

His parents went in search of work everyday in the

morning. They could earn somewhat but not everyday. Then

his father died. His mother followed, how they died ! He

does not know. The boy's age at that time was only five years.

Parents were gone. Only his grandfather was there to takeBapu ! Then, You Were Remembered / 99 100 / Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered

care of him. The grandfather was an honest man. He always

believed that one should not take anything unrightful and one

should not harm anybody. He advised that much to his son

and daughter-in-law and now he advised that to his grand-

son too. 'What if your parents gone ? I'm there to take care

of you It is said in our religious books that one should earn

bread with one's toil.' He took his grand-son with him to

collect scrap. The grand-son would rummage the heap of

rubbish and collect some useful scrap in a bag. They come

to the square opposite our office to sell.

Now the grand father was ill. He got old and did not

gather any money. He had to send his grand-son all alone.

All these years, he taught him what was useful and what not,

how to sell and get money out of such rubbish. Now he was

helpless. He had to lie down in his hut and the boy had to

search for scrap and to earn from it.

The boy did not realise what will happen when the

grand-father would die. How he will pull on in this dirty

world all alone without his grand-father ?

I do not tell a lie. I got angry at you also, but I also know

that you will melt like wax, when you know about such

things. You will go on fast for some days also so I keep my

anger with me only. I put my hand in the pocket and gave

him whatever I found and ran away quickly from him.

Bapu ! Today I saw a photograph of two five years old

children. They were drying some left out rice from the garbage.

So small children - hungry and starving - born of a 62 years

old freedom - they would dry that rice and would eat some

quantity of it daily to pull on for 2-3 days. I was shocked

to see that photograph and started dribling tears.

I am not able to forget those children. Somehow or

other, an incident came to my mind that I saw in Shivakashi,

some years ago.

Some of our printing was done at Shivakashi in those

days. I had to go there often. One evening, as I was loitering

in the market. I saw two persons with some hens and cocks.

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I was inquisitive. I asked, 'They do not run away ?'

'No', One of them replied without any emotion, 'We

have broken their legs !'

I was stunned. A customer came and selected one hen.

The man immediately cut hen's neck with a sharp knife and

put it in an aluminium dish. After some time he put it in

boiling water vessel. Afterwords he brought it out, cleaned

its feathers and legs, cut it into small pieces, put them in to

plastic bag, weighed them, calculated price, took the money

and handed the plastic bag to the customer !

Afterwords seeing the child-labourers of Shivakashi

and those two children drying rice, I felt that our so called

cultured society has broken feet of them. I will try to end

by reciting two poems I had written on the child-labourers

of Shivakashi.Ö

Bapu ! I come to original story. The little boy does not

go away from my mind. Whenever I remember him, I feel

a sharp pang in my heart. Did his grandfather die ? What

he would be doing alone ? I remember you and get angry

on you and on myself.

Left-out-food-eaters

Super-fast train halts here for longLunch-dishes are served here

(And with them someleft out food-eaters also)

In reserved compartment are seatedOne pantaloon, One Dhoti,One Sari, One SalwarOne Veil, two Babasuits

And they are on the verge ofFinishing lunch-dishescosting heavy.

One left out - food-eater boy(Because he was somewhat bigger)Hastily moving in the bogies

Revomes the coverings of emptydishes

And gathers left-Out foods like

rice and some pieces of bread

Puts them in a plastic bag

(And licks his fingers with

hungry tongue)

Dhoti-pantaloons, Sari, Salwar and

The veil make wry faces

Then another boy again and again

(Because he was too young)

Started rummaging empty dishes

(But What he would find in those

dishes ?)

A Dhoti shouted with sullen face:

'Hey... you gratuitous... ugly

scoundrel !

Match-box-filler

A trolley comes exactly at six

In the morning, from Shivakashi

'Maa' starts waking us

From the mid-hours of the night.

Cannot go to bed till mid-night

And to rise early at 5 O'clock ?

Make journey for two full hours

in trolley jammed with boys

Older boys go on pinching

And pinching me all the while

If I shout, they will pinch me double

So have to keep quiet.

Once the factory starts at eight

No time even to urinate.

We had to fill fifty sticks in a box

But that was before

Now the owner himself says :

Do not calculate - No need for 50 sticks

Fill approximately - but hastily

Forty will do - even forty - two

But not exactly fifty ! Not at all.

I am tired of filling sticks

Mukadam beats me so much

As if to torn my back

No matter how many match-boxes

I fill - Beating is sure

Again to travel by the trolley

in the night

Again pinching by older boys

And to reach at home at 10 in the night

Whole body aches as if one wishes

Better to die.

Accidents happen to trolley

now and then...

Why never to our trolley ?(From Nanubhai Naik's poem-

collection : 'Farm of bald-headed

brahmin widow.' : 2004

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'Go ! Go ! Go away ! Otherwise...'Yes ! He was that little scroundrelWho licked out some particles of

ice-creamThat sticked to the sides of the cupRotating his finger again and againIn the vain hope of getting

some more !

The scoundrel stood therefor a moment

(May be he did not know thelanguage or else he was stupid)Without showing any emotion

Went away.There a howker shouted :'Cashew-nuts' 'Cashew-nut-spices'Dhoti produced a ten-rupee noteGot two packets of cashew-nutsGave them to his veiled womanWho distributed them to

two baba-suits !

The train whitselledAnd took off lazilyAnd all left-out-food-eatersjumped on the other side in the mudWhere one baba-suit emptied

the whole packet(Because he was so young)After gulping out 2-3 cashewnutsAnd in the mud

created by the morning rainThose boys started stintingFistfull of mud to getCashew-nuts strewn there.God knows whether they could

find themBut surely they must have

gulped themIf ever they could find

(From Nanubhai Naik's poem-collection : 'Farm of bald-headedbrahmin widow.' : 2004

A Dirtful Woman And Her Ash-coloured Child

This is an incident about four months old.

All family-members do not allow me to go anywhere

without anybody's company. Not even to my office, which

is quite near to my residence. Our driver keeps holiday on

Sunday, so my son Janak does his duties to take me to the

office and back to home.

On one Sunday, Janak had gone somewhere and I had

to return home with Rekhabahen. As I was passing through

Jain Upashray, I saw a ragged woman with her six year old

boy walking slowly, ahead of me.

As I got near her, I could see her distinctly. She was

rather young. May be her complexion was fair but turned

to ash coloured due to rubbish and dirt. Her skin had become

harsh. She wore a dirty sari and worn out blouse. Her hair

was disorderly. She had torn chappals and had emaciated

wrists without bangles and hands with dirty nails.

Then I saw her son. He looked just like his mother -

a statue of poverty. His hair were thin and somewhat reddish-

coloured. I could see the reason behind it. Both may not be

getting enough food even, how one can have any hope of

getting nutritious food ? How hair can be lustrous, long and

black ?

He was wearing a too long dirty shirt almost reaching

to his knees, quite bigger than his body, as if getting it as

alms. I do not know whether he wore short trousers or not.

He had no chappals and was bare-footed. He was walking

slowly.

Whenever I see a child, I put my hand on its head

casually, whether the child is familiar or not. I put my hand

very lightly on his rather reddish coloured head, but with

affection. I smiled at him as he saw me. The child looked

at me with some enthusiasm and then turned his eyes from

me. The matter ended there.

But no ! Matter did not end there. That was only a

beginning.

After about a month I again met them. I was returning

home with Rekhabahen passing through the same place,

when I heard someone calling me...

'Bhai... ?'

I looked at her. She was with her child.

I waited for a while. They came near me.

I looked interrogatively at her. She was silent for a

while. May be she was perplexed whether to talk to me or

how to start talking.

Then she said, 'Bhaisaheb !... On that day, you lovingly

put your hand on my child, no ?'

'Ya... but... ?

'No... No ! I liked that very much ! For years, nobody

looked at my boy with such an affection !'

I did not know, what to say. I only smiled.

'Bhaisaheb ! Once he was such a darling. Almost

everybody kept him in his hands. How he can realise ? How

he can remember ? How old was he !'

I felt, I must say something.

'You see, bahen ! Circumstances never remain the same.

They change !'

'That I know, bhai ! But I never dreamt remain they

would be so worst !'

'Where are you from ?'

'Now it doesn't matter ! Say... from nearby village !'

'Where do you live ?'

'Wherever He wishes !' She looked at the skies.

'Still... ?'

'No permanent place to live/ It changes. Just now I live

on the footpaths opposite railway station.'

'What about bathing-washing ?'

'Bathing ? How is it possible daily ? Only my child may

go to defecate anywhere, I have to clean... For me... Let us

stop that matter...'

'Do you pull on all alone... ?'

'I had a big family once - husband, his brothers - his

parents... now, everybody gone !'

'What happened ?'

And in its reply, I found a tragic story.

An educated somewhat higher-cast-family. A happy,

united family. In very short period, all three male members

- including her husband died. Her parents also went away.

Brothers of her father took hold of her parent's house and

her relations with them ended. Her only son and two sons

of her brothers-in-law died in a year. There was nobody to

earn. The wife of the eldest brother of her husbund also died

and young widowed wife of the younger brother of her

husbund ran away with someone. Now only her grand-son

of about two years remained alive. There was nobody to look

after him. She could not pull on in the village. She had to

leave her house and came to Surat with the grand-son. There

was nobody to protect her from so many hardships and

haressments. A lonely woman has to suffer every kind of

haressments in a city. Somehow, she was pulling on. Bapu!

This is the condition of an Indian woman after 62 years of

independence in India. What can I do except to remember

you and your 'Hind Swaraj' ?

I was ashamed of myself.

As we departed with them, Rekhabahen told me that the

Jain residents of this area give prepared food to beggers

daily. One of them had given some land with a big compound

free for such purpose. They daily feed the beggars with

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necessary utensils and give them some packets for the family-

members who cannot come here. Rekhabahen added that

such other 14 Jain dining projects run in the city.

On one side, big industrialists and other celebrities

collect crores of rupees for themselves eating dishes worth

one to five thousand rupees- and on the other side such

beggars like this woman beg for one-time meal. It is a

tragedy that we have to maintain such 15 institutions in this

city to feed beggers after 62 years of freedom.

Bapu ! Tell, me, why one should remember you and

your 'Hind-Swaraj' ?

Bapu ! Hear The Story Of Seven Lac

Down-troddens Who Carry Baskets Of

Excreta On Their Heads

Bapu ! You believed that to find solutions of the

unhappiness of the have-nots and down-troddens (whom you

called Daridra-Narayan, the Gods of poverty) is the real quest

of truth for you. The quest of truth is like praying God, Sixty-

two years have passed since your death and still those

innumerable dalits carry baskets of excreta of lacs and crores

of people, on their heads!

One special incident reminded me of that matter. 7-8

years ago, one day I was going home from my office, I saw

an old woman bent at waist walking slowly with the help of

a stick. As she approached me, she stood for a while and

looking at me, squeezed her eyes and muttered, 'Nanubai...?'

'Sorry ! I don't recognize you !'

'How can you, after so many years ?'

I tried to remember.

'You were young then ! You have not changed much!'

Again I could not remember her.

'I used to come to clean your toilet, remember ? You

always talked to me for at least few minutes. You supplied

study-books to my son and gave tuition-fees also !'

Now I could remember her. Yes ! She was the woman

who cleaned our toilet for years. I used to talk to her often.

In those days, people of higher communities would not like

to talk to such dalits. (Harijans - people of God). She always

felt happy when I talked to her. I did not remember of helpingBapu ! Then, You Were Remembered / 107 108 / Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered

her son with study-books or tuition-fees. Still I liked to talk

to her.

I asked, 'What are doing now ?'

'What should I do ? Living with this stick !'

'Your son studied, how much ?'

'Not much ! But he is happy !'

'And your grand-children ? They must be studying ?'

'How that is possible in such dearness ?'

I kept mum. She added, 'Gandhi-bapu was so kind. Only

because of him, my son is able to find labour-work in a road-

construction company. My daughter-in-law goes for toilet-

cleaning. You know, we carried excreta-baskets all our lives;

but we are now free from doing that, because of Gandhibapu!'

I remembered. In those days, even in the city like Surat,

toilets were kept in the open backyards behind. Dalits used

to clean away toilets through the narrow back-lanes and

remove excreta by baskets on head. If there were no back-

lane, then toilets were kept on the front otta. Mostly dalit-

women used to clean the toilets and carried away excreta of

the urban-people and threw it in a tank over a bullock-cart.

Then such tanks were carried to an open land near Rander,

(I didn't know, where). Then under-ground gutters were

constructed in the city and those women started cleaning

W.C.S, the flush-toilets. They were happy that they had not

to carry excreta-baskets now. Poor Harijans believed that

was possible due to Gandhi-bapu!

Now I found out that still in this country, seven lacs of

dalits carry excreta on their heads, even today !

I remembered an other such dalit woman. I was residing

in Nani Chhipwad - Balaji road, then. There the toilet was

on the front otta. I often saw the woman cleaning the toilet

and smiled at her. She would be happy. We would exchange

routine 'how are you ?'

While talking with the old woman, I mused whether

that woman was happy in cleaning toilets, rather than to carry

excreta-baskets ? Whether she owed it to Gandhi-bapu ? Was

she content with that much happiness ?

I remember, so many times my mother would say, when

I argued about anything with her, 'Don't you be so wise ! Your

excreta still smells in my nails !'

I knew, she refered such things only with love. The

smell of an excreta in mothers' nails is a symbol of mother's

love.

The old woman before me was also a mother. She must

have a smell of her son's excreta in her nails but the smell

of the excretas of the whole town had overpowered it. And

still we have seven lacs of such mothers in our country !

Bapu ! your congress-men had stolen that smell from

lacs of mother's nails !

'Bahen ! Let study your grand-children ! One of them

can become prime-minister !'

'How is it possible ? We don't have 25 thousand rupees?'

'Bahen ! 25 thousand won't do now, not even 25 lacs!

Even 200-500 crores are not enough !'

'It's all the same ! Whether thousands - lacs or crores!'

Bapu ! These people are content with getting two times

bread. They are happy because they have not to carry excreta-

baskets ! And we have not taught them how to calculate

thousands or crores ! We have turned them in the vote-banks.

Better if a second Gandhi comes !

'Bahen ! Teach your grand-children. I will give their fees

or books !'

'No, Nanubhai ! We are happy in Gandhi-bapu's rule.

And what one has to do except labour, even after learning?'

The woman left me with so many questions. She was

younger to me - bent at the waist ! We had not given her

any kind of medicines, vitamins or even nourishing food !

Still she is happy only because she had not to carry those

baskets !

Bapu ! I remember those seven lac dalits ! They are still

punished in carrying excreta baskets ! Bapu ! Your Your

dreams are shattered ! Everything finished !

I feel ashamed in remembering you, Bapu !

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A Story Of A 26-18-24 Figured Woman And Her

Chappal And A Cobbler Near Hitubhai's Mension

Bapu ! I do not know why, I remember you as the nightcomes ! This incident happened few days ago.

Janakbhai was not present to take me home. I was goinghome with Rekhaben, when a ragged young woman hurriedlypassed me. I saw a pair of plastic chappals in one of herhands which were automatically moving fast. I could not seeface but she looked like Karina Kapoor from her back.

Do you know Karina ?Let me tell you. I know four generations of Kapoor

family. It was said that there were only two wellknownfamilies in India. One was Nehru family and the other oneKapoor family. Nehru family rules over India and Kapoorfamily acts in films. Nehru family gives birth to prime-ministers and Kapoor family to filmi heroes. Kapoor familywas considered cultured. Family-men believed that film-industry was not good for women folk, so its brides anddaughters never acted in the films.

But time changed afterwards. There was no morePrithviraj Kapoor - a master of dramatic arts or no more'Joker' Raj Kapoor. Now, the granddaughters of Raj Kapoor- Karishma and Karina became successful film-heroins.

This Karina Kapoor wanted to have a 'Zero figure'. Youwill ask : what is this 'Zero figure' ? Then listen !

For a young woman, some vital statistical figures of

different parts of her body are considered ideal for beauty

- say 36 inches for breasts, 24 inches for waist and again 36

inches for pelvis. Someone must have told Karina that figure

of 24 inches for waist is excessive and it must be only 20

inches or less.

Now figure of 20 inches is called 'Zero figure', so Karina

started dieting. Some times she would have lemon-juice

only. It was said that due to weakness owing to this crooze,

she fell down during a film-shooting.

And Bapu ! What to talk about the beauty-contests ?

You could never see a crowd of six-seven young women

who wear bikinies of almost 2" wide, about 4" below the

navel and rush to embracs a big hero as if honey-bees cling

to a honey-comb. May be you could not see the episode of

'Open button' of an actor on T. V. which was so vulgar that

any wise man would not have tolerated. In an open public

show, one actor asked his wife to open buttons of his

pantalloons and she started opening buttons as she might be

doing in their bedroom. With that actor got so much excited

that he started moving his loins in an inter-course fashion.

Crores of people saw that 'bedroom scene' with their young

children ! And on the very next day our president awarded

'Padmabhushan' to him in the presence of vast public !

Bapu ! I do not describe this to entertain people but if

I do not mention about it, then my heart would burn.

Bapu ! We have to ponder over so many such things

for the health of our 'Swaraj'. We have to find their causes

and their solutions, otherwise, these vulgar and runaway

celebrities are on the verge of distrusting our democracy. We

will have to get full informations about such scenes, if we

want to find a new and seperate ruling system other than the

parliamentory democracy. We have to debate about their

causes, their results and their solutions. We can not afford

to neglect them. We have to go deep into them. It will help,

if we only consider them as business of flesh.

But let us talk about that woman, whom I saw hurriedly

walking. When I looked her from her back, she seemed as

a woman of double zero figure. She was not even 26-18-26.

But was it possible ? She almost looked as a skeleton without

any flesh !

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Again I saw her the next day. Again she was holding

chappals in her hand and almost running. It was beyond my

understanding, why she was holding chappals in her hand.

I stopped her and eagerly asked, 'Bahen ! Can I ask you

one question ?'

'What ?'

'Yesterday also you were running bare- footed, holding

chappals in hand.'

'So what ?'

'Why don't you wear them ?'

'Yes ! Because chappals were splitted yesterday ! They

were worn out. Bought from Saturday bazzar ! How much

they can pull on ?'

Bapu ! You will ask about the Saturday bazzar ! This

kind of bazzar is a gift from 65 years old freedom. Bapu !

In this city of Surat, there is a big class of poor people who

get two-time bread by collecting and selling scrap only.

These scrap-collectors collect ragged cloths, broken furnitures,

chappals - boots etc. and sell them to scrap-merchants who

in turn repair them, colour them and sell them to needy poor

at a very low price, in the fair that is held on the bank of

river Tapti every Saturday. This Saturday-bazaar is a big help

for 20-25 lacs of people living in slums or in ordinary houses.

Such bazaars are held in Gujarat only. In Ahmadavad, it is

held on every Friday. In these aboriginal areas, scrap-

merchants gather at a village in a centre between 7-8 villages

on any one day every week. There are seven such areas,

where such bazaars are held alternately on one perticular day.

Aboriginals of Dharampur, Vansada, Dangs and Rajpipla are

seen in loin-cloths still today. About one crore people only

live with the help of such bazaars. Gujarat is considered

somewhat happier state than others. Hardships of the poors

are less here, but it is very difficult to think about the poor

people outside Gujarat.

'Jay 'Hind-Swaraj-', Bapu !'

Let us return to that woman.

She works as a house-maid in 3-4 families. 4-5 persons

are dependent on her income. Husband is a drunkard - does

not do anything. He will remain at home whole day drinking.

At night he would repeatedly torment her sexually. It is her

duty to feed him, his children and his parents ! She is one

of those 50 crores of people of India, who get hardly one time

bread. Her chappals were broken. There was no money to

buy a new one (repaired - of course) from the Saturday

bazaar.

'There is a cobbler beside Hitubhai's mension. He charges

25 paise for a stitch. Yesterday I had no money, so I had to

return bare-footed. Today I have got 25 paise, So I will get

them repaired.'

Bapu ! This Hitubhai means our former chief-minister

of Gujarat. He was your staunch supporter. He was one of

the cleanest Ghandhians. His father Kanjibhai was a zamindar

(land-lord) of Masma village, near to my village. He gave

away his fertile land in tenancy-act. He had a two storeied

building just opposite my residence. Our ex-prime minister

Morarjibhai would stay in this mension, whenever he came

to Surat. Kanjibhai's mension was the head-office of the

congress-men. Sudhirbhai, his son-in-law, was my friend.

His daughter, grand-daughter of Kanjibhai, Anjani whom I

called 'Anju' was very joyful and lively. Hitubhai, Kanjibhai's

son became CM of Gujarat afterwards. When the Congress

was divided, he went with Indiraji.

He had no issue. He wanted to give his mension to any

institution of women-welfare activities. Saryuben, wife of

former home-minister Popatbhai Vyas bought it for Akhil

Hind Mahila Parishad.

Let me return to that shoe-maker. This cobbler Manilal

Tukaram was a Maharashtrian. He used to sit just adjoining

Hitubhai's mension since many years. He lived in Surat since

two generations. He would repair boots and chappals charging

almost nothing. In 20-25 paise, he would mend chappals.

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Since last 15 years, I saw him mending boots and chappals.

Before him, his maternal uncle used to sit there. See the

irony! A shoe-maker sitting beside Kanjibhai's mension

remained as he was before so many years, when son of

Kanjibhai became chief-minister ! The season of fruit-bearing

has started in full swing of 65 years old freedom!

I find so many foot-path cobblers in Surat.

In june 2010, I found that the shoe-maker was not there!

Why is he not seen ? What happened to him ? To whom can

I ask ? Some building construction materials were there !

I could not find him for so many days !

Well, One day I saw him seated opposite Hitubhai's

mension.

It was raining hard. He was seated under a plastic

canopy. He was shivering in another plastic cover. I thought

about the rains. It was going to rain heavy for alomost a

month. What would he do ?

But he could pull on. Now the building construction

was over. He could move to his original place. I was happy.

He also must be happy. How we are contended with small

happinesses ?Ö

I was so interested in such footpath-shoemakers, that

I started looking about such shoe-makers seated on the

different foot-paths, I could find almost ten. Now Suart is

a big city ! There may be so many cobblers in the city -

symbols of our freedom !

I cannot refrain from describing one such shoe-maker's

tragedy. It hurts me and tears come out.

Ö I found that shoe-maker till Diwali of 2011. Afterwards

he was not found. I inquire after every few days. I do not know

what happened to him. Is he ill ? Or returned to his village ? I

remember him often. I have his photograph with me.

I had never seen him, but read about his tragic death

in a newspaper one morning. We have six-lane asfalt-roads

now, with dividers in the middle.

This show-maker used to sit on a side-footpath whole

day and tried to get some money to feed his family.

One day a very young boy was driving a car speedily.

He tried to take sharp turn to an adjoining road. The car was

bumped with the divider and rushed towards that poor man

and crushed him. He was killed on the spot.

The shoe-maker was relieved of so many sufferings, but

what about his family ? His children ? The questions go on

tormenting me. Tears come out as I remember him.

Bapu ! I only want to say that your 'Hind - Swaraj' has

failed - failed totally. I remember you in that context. Bapu!

I loved you with my heart. To whom else can I complain ?

To whom else can I talk to ? And who else will give me their

solutions ?

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That Bare-footed child : Will His Child

Also Remain Bare-footed Thus ?

I am standing in the balcony of my office 'Sahitya

Sangam'. Time 7 o'clock in the evening. Children are used

to play on the otta just in front of office. These joyfully

playing children are my friends. As I leave my office, they

gather around me, shout 'Dada', 'Dada', laugh and play.

Today, I did not find any child playing there. Instead,

a couple was seated with a child about 7 years old. They had

a big bundle of jute cloth and a white hemp bag.

The woman opened a small packet. The child was looking

eagerly. It consisted 'Bhoosu' (a parched dry eatable, which

people of Surat city like very much.) The woman produced

the open packet before the child who took handfull of eatable

and put it in the mouth. The woman offered it to her husband,

who as if wanted everything in the packet, but hesitantly took

some of the eatable. The woman took some herself. Again

she oftered to the child, to the husband, taking some herself.

This was their 'Snack' in a sense! They finished it with

one plastic bottleful of water. Then they rested. The child was

also relaxed. After about ten minutes the man opened the big

jute-bundle and brought out some used plastic bottles, small

wooden pieces, small glass-bottles, plastic boxes, torn

chappals, some broken toys etc., one by one the woman

started sorting out them in different catagories. The child was

watching attentively. The woman seprated a broken toy, one

rubber ball and toy-wristwatch from the lot and gave

them to the child who accepted them happily.

The woman tied down all small heaps into different

smaller bags and put them in a big bag. The man took out

two 'bidis'. He offered one to his wife and took one himself.

He lighted them and started taking puffs. Then they slowly

went away taking big bag and bundle with the child. The

woman was wearing torn plastic chappals, which were not

fully comfortable so she was dragging her feet. She had a

dirty ragged sari. The man had torn sandles in his feet. He

was wearing a dirty pyjama and a dirty shirt. The boy was

in short dirty pants, no shirt and was bare-footed.

This scene was repeated continusly for a whole week.

I saw that family daily coming in the evening. Suddenly they

stopped coming. I thought, they must have collected enough

scrap to sell and must have gone to Saturday bazaar to buy

some ragged clothes and some house-hold necessities.

Bapu ! Our freedom will be 75 years old when that bare

footed child will grow and become a young man. Will he

remain bare-footed all his life ? Will he come to this office-

door with his family as his parents ? Will he be selling scrap?

And what about his grand-children ? Will his coming

generations remain as he is to-day ? Will this chain of his

family go on even when our freedom will be 150 or 200 years

old ?

Bapu ! I get angry on myself. I abuse myself and strike

my forehead. I like to shout at you : Bapu ! We are in such

a sorryplight only because of you ! But I am angry on myself.

I am an eunuch ! I am so helpless.

I remember three eunuchs who visited my residence.

They might not have found anybody, so wrote down their

names on the wall with their visiting date.

Dated 1st may 2010.

Sarita,

Sunita,

Bharati

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dew for - one new born -

i.e.; one claim remaining. They again visited next month...

and again next month. We have no good opinion about

eunuchs. They could have forcibly come to the first floor,

if they wanted. They could have demanded a big amount on

the birth of my grand-grand-child. We have dis-honoured

eunuchs. We do not understand their sensitivity and love. We

are devoid of sensitivity, compassion and love.

I could enter in the mind of one of the eunuchs who

were in search of customers in the night in Mumbai's Bazargate

street. They also craved for love. They had sensitivity and

compassion also.

Those three eunuches might have come again to claim

their due, I do not know; but here, I want to quote my poem:

'Eunuch' to claim their due,Ö written some 40 years ago. I

awe much to eunuchs.

'The eunuch'ÖMy poems may get destroyed,

Whom I presented in 'Mushairas'

Since 50 years !

My feeble fictions

Who got various Government prices

Since 50 years

May destroy.

My virtue-less lessons

That are taught in colleges

Since 50 years

May destroy

My hollow spineless lectures

That are given without fail

Since 50 years

May destroy.

My nonsense words

That are vomitted out without

control

Since 50 years

May destroy

I am tired now before that eunuch

Gets tired, clapping on and on

Residing in my body

Since Mid-night of 15th

August 1947

(From : Nanubhai Naik's poem-

collection 'The farm of bald

brahmin widow' 2004)

Love, Courtship And Coitus Of

Three Couples And Witnessing Peers!

Date 5th April 2010, Monday. Going to Ahmedabad by

Shatabdi express train from Surat. Was looking towards the

skies through glass-window. The train was running. I saw

glimpses of burnt forest babool trees and about ten women

around them, gathering their branches and piling them. The

train moved on. I saw another group of young girls, few of

them quite teenagers, pale and lean, quite lustreless. All were

gathering branches of babools - perhaps they all were from

a nearby village. May be they had only option of earning by

selling timber of fire-wood. They all must have their families

to maintain. They would carry those bundles of sticks on

their heads and would try to sell in some nearby town.

I felt very much looking to those women in such

precarious condition. I felt as if I was responsible for their

plight.

It must be an area between Ankleshwar and Bharuch.

I was so sad that I did not realise that the train reached some

small station. The train did not stop there. As the train was

moving, I could see a huge slum area adjoining the railway

line. There were number of small huts, lined one after another,

those innumerable huts resting on thin pillars, covered by

jute curtains and mud having ceilings of sheets, mostly having

areas of 10 × 10 or say 12 × 12 at the most!

Families consisting of old parents, their young married

sons with their wives, one or two teenager sisters, and a few

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children - they all must be in ragged cloths, no amenities of

bathing, washing or toilets. They have to prepare food there,

dine there and even to sleep there in a single enclosure! Men

might be wearing ragged pantallons, women torn saries.

They must have divided that hut into four divisions with the

help of old saries. In one of them, old parents might be

sleeping, in another young couple and in the other division

young girls with their child brothers and sisters.

The young unmarried girl might be withnessing young

couples love and even their coitus. She might have known

about love, courtship or even the coital activities!. Little

children might be witnessing all these.

All know about others activities, but they have to behave

as if they do not know or see anything. In such conditions

unmarried girls and young children have to live.

Bapu ! Here you might blurt out that you advised for

celibacy !

Bapu ! Will you shut up ! I am your staunch follower,

still I am an artless villager ! I may blurt out abuses surati

way, that you will not like to hear. So please, keep mum !

65 years have gone since your death. To whom can I

complain ? Whenever I see such scenes, I am grieved and

tears flow from my eyes ! I hate my shameless self. I know,

we have become blind. I only request you to come again !

There is no other go for us !

Bapu ! To Whom I Complain About Pangs

of A Half-rationlist ?

Date : 12th December 2010. Place :- Rang-Upwan.

Time : 9.30 PM.

Bapu ! You are remembered whenever and wherever I

go. I cannot refrain from depicting those incidences where

I had to remember you.

I went to 'Rang-Upwan' to hear my favourite lecturers.

The occasion was a presentation of a book of a well-known

and knowlegable rationalist Shri Ramanlal Pathak. The book

was to be presented by shree Moraribapu, who gives religious

discourses in Gujarat and all over the world. Both are involved

with special but different types of social activities. In a way,

they are gentlemen of the opposite directions; but they both

never got confronted with eachother's opinions. They are

equally good friends.

The whole programme was successfully organised. One

could see how two gentlemen having different opinions and

activities love eachother. The followers of both gentlemen

like to see them sitting together on a common platform.

When I was returning, I found some people lying down

on the cold road without any coverings, shivering in the

heavy cold. It seemed that they had no place to live.

I could not bear it. I went on sighing. How can I find

fault with you ? You warned us almost 65 years ago. I only

had to abuse myself. I asked myself, 'Am I a rationlist ? No,

I am only a hypocrite ! I published religious books, only to

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earn. How such homeless, footpath-dwellers are born ? They

did not get even some fruits of our freedom, only because

I usurped them myself. Don't you know that ?

Bapu ! I counted them. They were totally 19 people

lying in a line ! May be they were more beyond that line.

I had no heart to count. I visited so many places in the city

in cold nights afterwards and found so many people lying

on almost every footpath.ÖMy mind was confused. I asked myself : 'Will these

footpath-dwellers of free India die in such conditions only

? And then their generations will also die likewise ? Will they

go on suffering till centuries ?

I found an autorikshaw. Sitting in the rikshaw, I started

worrying about the rikshaw-wala. Will he remain rikshawwala

all his life ? And his sons, grand-sons will die as rikshawwalas?

As I reached home, I hastily brought out whatever

amount (may be a hundred or two) I found from the pocket.

I handed the full amount to him. I was so purturbed that

without listening to what he was saying, I opened the door.

He was yelling, 'Sir ! You have given me more ! My charge

is only 20 rupees.'

'It's alright, bhai ! I have not given more !' Saying that

I closed the door and my mind's door also !

Ö Surat Municipal Corporation now wants to start planning

of 'Rain-basera' (Night-shelter) which was 10 years old. Now the

corporation has started to accomodate as many foot-path-dwellers

as possible to step on a terrace of a 'Pay and use building', charging

two rupees per head. This planning was called 'Rain-basera' 10

years ago. Till now so many families who lived on foot-paths

carried on their wordly affairs, their love, even child-birth also

in open. Now there is a hope that they may find some better

accomodation.

Votebank Living On Footpaths Since Generations

Bapu ! You are our only hope, but as I remember of a

poor family who is one of the 'Vote banks', living on the

footpath since generations, I remember you.

This is a story of five little children, a dog and a mother.

Bapu ! These four little angels and a dog are instrumental

in earning livelihood for the whole family.

They consist of three small to bigger boxes, a drum, two

sticks, a larger drum, bought from saturday bazaar, bigger

sticks, one four years old girl, another bigger girl, another

10 years old girl and a boy about 12 years old with a dog.

All of them are in rags. Their ragged mother stands near them

with a little child in her hands.

Bapu ! This is the 'Votebank' of your congress.

Biggest girl beats a smaller drum and the boy beats

larger drum. A girl somewhat younger, raises a stick towards

the dog and the dog stands on two hind legs, he goes on

jumping on two hind legs and reaches towards a big box.

As the girl and the boy beat the drums, the dog stands on

the big box. Now the girl puts smaller box on the bigger one

and the dog stands on it. As the girl moves the stick up and

down, the dog climbs from the big to the smaller and the

smallest box and remains standing on the smallest box keeping

its balance anyhow!

Now the smallest girl moves amongst the on-lookers

with an aluminium dish and gathers whatever they give. I

saw this team in the open square just opposite my office. It

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is said that the team shows this performance in almost every

street in the city and earns livelihood.

Some one will comment against them. Such nasty, dirty

people... they go on producing children... do not care about

how to feed them, educate them... head of family lives on

children's earnings... and spends half of their earnings in

drinking !

Bapu ! Such people are the votebanks of your congress!

Now they have become votebanks of other parties also. They

live on the footpaths, have their honey-moon, their every

activity in the open... they give birth to children behind

ragged curtains and drink 'bevda' to forget their pangs.

Since generations, footpath is their home and a dog is

their property. They live in such conditions since generations.

Members of the family and dogs may change but there is no

change in their life-styles.

I remember you, sometimes I get angry with you, but

then I realise that people like me have created this 'Votebank'.

Only we have dropped a coin of a rupee or two in their dishes

and compelled them to live on the footpaths !

Bapu ! You Appear Again And Again !

Bapu ! I go on remembering you ! How many times,

I do not know. If I go on depicting like this, they may amount

to 100 books like your 'Hind-Swaraj !' So I will like to end

after depicting this last episode of last night.

As I reached my office in the morning, some one reported

that the Municipal Corporation had decided to take possession

of the whole area of Dargah, just opposite our office. The

Site will be demolished soon. All celebrated the news, because

the corporation will be constructing a school or a garden

there.

I was somewhat panicked. A godown of a scrap-merchant

was there in that cite adjoining Durgah. It is a patron shelter-

house for so many people who get livelihood by honesty. So

many scrap-collecters come here in the opposite square with

bags of scraps on a four-wheeler barrow or on their backs

to sell and thus earn something to feed their families. Some

women, children and even some aged people come every

morning with their bags, rest here, taking a 'cutting's of tea,

sell their goods in the godown and return to collect scrap.

Today, honesty is not found easily. These people do

nothing wrong. They have no capacity to do wrong. Hindus,

Muslims, Dalits, have-nots, women, children - all toil hard

to earn their livelihood, without any kind of clashes.

Bapu ! If you say and believe that the happiness of the

Dalits and poors is your only truth and your only God, then

the scrap go down is their only truth and God ! Nobody

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knows what is a government, a democracy or their rights or

what is a law. They only live with the support of the scrap-

godown. They all live connected with the love.

I was panicked as if someone whipped me. For these

people, it is like dieing or like starving if there is a break

of even a day. Where else will they go to sell their scrap ?

May be there are other scrap-go downs in the city, but they

are linked or associated with this go down. They will have

to find another godown.

I do not believe in God, Still I prayed to God, 'Please,

God ! Let the scrap-merchant find a godown near by.'

Bapu ! This is not the pangs of some scrap-collectors!

This is the story of 50 crores of poor people who hardly get

one time bread. This is also the story of 375 crores of poor

people of the world. So Bapu ! I only entreat you to appear

again in the minds of 700 crores of people of the world, as

you appeared in my mind. Appear again to show a path to

the world with a new light, as I saw in you. Appear again!

Again ! Again !

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Will you please do this much to make

partyless Democratic Governance complete ?

In present transition period, to make governance of the

people, for the people and by the people, is very essential.

We must immediately complete the draft of partyless

democratic governance, because now we have very little

time to prevent third world war.

Putting it in application, within a period of first 25

years, the arrangement of a house, for middle classe and the

poors, education, medical treatment and enough economic

condition to run daily routine life, must be made. This is only

my first goal.

I have thought since many years about how that can be

done. I have written so much about it, corrected again and

again and tried to complete the same. But this great task

cannot be completed by a single person or certain persons.

Therefore, considering this draft as base, the co-operation of

experienced politicians, the intellectuals, educationalists,

lawyers, social workers, literary persons, jounalists, thinkers,

the officers of different fields and the thoughts or experience

of many learned people should also be asked. Same way the

co-operation of many experienced gentlemen like you is also

necessary. Therefore, it is essential for me to know your

views and suggestions in subjects like law, education, life

style, social life, small-big crimes, human behaviour producing

hostility amongst men etc.

As for example, everyday you read in the newspaper

about all kinds of small-big crimes taking place in the society.

Will you please send me, possibly in brief, suggestions about

which are the crimes, why they take place, what to do to

prevent them, what kind of laws should be made, what other

solutions should be made without laws etc.?

(If you suggest to make laws, please, do not show more

than three sub-laws of the main law)

You everyday read many news like corruption,

capitalism, cheating, social injustice, bad incidents etc. you

can also inform me about what incident occurred ? why it

occured and how to improve it? If it is necessary to make

laws, state which laws should be made etc.

If you find any reasons and proper solutions about many

matters like Serials on T.V. Channels, its effects on the

society, justice process, delays occurring in that process,

corruptions of different kinds, suicides increased in the society,

murders, accidents, depression, escapism etc. please send me

such suggestions in short.

You can send suggestions about haphazard development

of cities, condition of farmers and labourers, pitiable condition

of children, women, handicapped, less clever people etc.,

whatever you read in the news papers every day. Going deep

into couple of incidents find the reasons of occurring the

same, solutions to prevent them. If it becomes necessary to

take shelter of law, how the law should be, etc.

Thus, taking man to world humanism, it is my dream

to establish world democracy. Please also show me the

solutions for the social, economic and educational balances

in the society.

You are requested to send your thoughts without adding

any thing extra, in brief, on good paper, with good handwriting,

on one or two pages for one point in Gujarati, Hindi, Marathi

or English. Please do not write longer than a fullscap paper

for one point.

Please send each point on separate paper. please send

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Getting Gandhiji and Harilal seated in our soul (heart),

we all the three are searching any new governance in place

of present election based parliamentry governance, for the

last sixty six years. We have not to give only rules of it but

we have to suggest certain actions also. We wish to keep all

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Our aim is not only rules, not only superficial guideline but

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(A) A criminal incident you saw, which should

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(B) Causes of that incident in short.

(C) What to do, so that it does not repeat again (in brief.)

(5) Is law necessary for it ?– if yes, how should the law be

simple and short ? give details. (remember that there

should not be more than two/three sub-laws)

(6) Any incident of social injustice, you saw

(A) Its reasons in short

(B) Economic solutions

(C) Social solutions

(D) Legal solutions

(7) What kind of reforms (economic, social or legal) are

necessary in the present governance.

(A) Economic reforms

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(C) Legal reforms

(8) In present democracy there is excessiveness of social,

economic, educational matters, sports, films, industries,

festivals, etc. and it cause imbalance in the society and

majority people remains clapping. From such risky

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its solutions of any one subject you feel proper. Let the

progress be slow but if the whole society does not progress

more or less, the world humanism can not be established.

Please show in brief, the reasons and solutions of such

incidents and discussions on which such matters, where

and how control is necessary ? (in short)

(9) Besides this, please send your suggestions if

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any evils or problems.

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Will you answer these questions ?

(1) Are you satisfied with present life ? (Yes / No)

(2) Do you believe that in the present democracy you have

got equal opportunity and equal right? (Yes / No)

(3) Are you satisfied with the parties ruling in the world ?

(Yes / No)

(4) Is there real democracy in the democratic

countries of the world ? (Yes / No)

(5) Can we hand over the healthy and happy life to our future

generation in the present governance? (Yes / No)

(6) Do you believe the “paid news” and big “paid episode”

appeared in print and electronic media - specially in

electronic media of the world are proper ? (Yes / No)

(7) Do you agree that the political parties have put the

democracy at the level of the advertisement of soap-

shampoo, engaging advertizing agencies and marketing

managers, spending crores of pounds, dollars and rupees

in print media and specially in electronic media ?

(Yes / No)

(8) If you do not like it, will you elect such parties making

brain washing of the common people ? (Yes / No)

(9) A new history is being written for only one or few

families on news channels in all democratic countries,

do you believe it it is proper ? (Yes / No)

(10) At the time of election, the rich parties of the world,Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered / 131 132 / Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered

spending lots of money in media, washing the brain of

the common people, do you believe it is proper ?

(Yes / No)

(11) Do you believe that in democracy only one family or

of 20/25 families, is a good democracy? (Yes / No)

(12) Do you believe that in any country no one other than

heirs of only one family or 20-25 families are capable

to be prime minister or president ? (Yes / No)

(13) After 66 years of freedom of India are the downtroddens,

havenots and the poors really happy as expected by

Gandhiji? (Yes / No)

(14) In other countries, even after 200-400 years do the

nonwhite (black), the poors and the needies get the

happiness as much as the rich white ? (Yes / No)

(15) Do you believe that, in democratic country of the world

majority people of middle class also have come to the

level of the poors and the havenots? (Yes / No)

(16) Do you believe that, only 20 % people of the world

wallowing in abundant prosperity ? Do you Feel

helplessness seeing the rich people spending money

getting excessive flattery in newspapers and channels

through violent ways? (Yes / No)

(17) Do you believe that, in democracy, the public elect the

people to administrate the tax money of the people,

considering them good (clean) candidate, but afterwards

they become the master of public and considering the

public their servants, managing the public money

trasffered into their pockets ? (Yes / No)

(18) Do you believe that, till we pay them salary from tax

money they are our servants and we are their masters ?

(Yes / No)

(19) Do you believe that, whom we elect and pay

salary are not working according to the definition of

democracy ? Do you think that they have made us

servants and they themselves have become masters ?

(Yes / No)

(20) Lincoln said that democracy means the government of

the people, for the people and by the people. Do we feel

to day that we have achieved the democratic governments

of the world as Lincoln said ? (Yes / No)

(21) Do you believe that, the rich are becoming richer and

the poors are becoming poorer in the world ? (Yes / No)

(22) Gandhiji called the parliament the prostitute and barren.

Looking to 66 years of freedom of India, Do you agree

with it ? (Yes / No)

(23) Gandhiji said that the happiness of the downtroddens

and the poors is only my God. I will find out a new

governance for that. If not in this birth, in next birth or

in next or still in next, birth I will find such governance.

If I have to sacrifice my life, I will sacrifice, but I will

find. Further, Shri Jay Prakashji said that in election-

based governance of the parties, the rich always rule.

There are no common people in that governace. If the

draft of the governance of the people, for the people and

by the people is not found at the earliest, then it will

create a great friction in India but it will create a great

friction the whole world. Do you agree with this opinion

of Jay Prakashji ? (Yes / No)

(24) If a logical rough draft for such partlyless governance

is given, will you take interest in that ? (Yes / No)

(25) If such governance is found, even then before its

implementation election is must, then it should be

sanctioned by the parliament through majority and then

only the new governance can be arranged according to

constitution. If all these matter are discussed openly among

the youths of the world, experienced grown ups,

educationists, advocates, thinkers, studious politicians,

social workers, the experts of different fields etc. and if

any system is is finalised, will you support it ? (Yes / No)

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(26) Have you read four books written by me for partyless

governance ? (Yes / No)

(27) Will you include yourself in the movement, if a new

kind of competent partyless democracy which may give

us experience of complete freedom and such global

democracy being raised? (Yes / No)

(28) Will you please get our brothers and sisters relieved

from the hellish life by persuing this matter to the villages,

poors and havenots through “Gandhi Yatra” and arranging

public meetings in the name of Gandhiji, all over the

country ? (Yes / No)

(1) Full name and address :

(2) Occupation :

Qualification :

Age :

(3) Telephone No. :

Mobile No. :

Email :

Website :

Those who believe in partyless democracy fill

up this oath form and sendI............................................................., Residing at

................................................................................................

Dist. : ............................, State : .............................

Age : .............................., Years : ..............................

Occupation : ...................... Education : .......................

hereby taking oath that election based democracy governance

is very low leveled. Because of this kind of democracy, the

democratic countries of the world are trapped into poverty

and starvation. If such democratic governance is not made

partyless, the democracy itself will become the cause of its

destruction and many countries will be trapped into internal

revolts/wars.

I certainly believe that if global democracy is to be

made successful there is no other option except the partyless

governance.

Gandhiji and Jayprakashji first of all thought for such

democracy. From the same Gujarat of Gandhi, a poet, reporter

and a thinker named Nania of Maganmon, making deep

mental thinking for sixty six years about Gandhian thoughts

and of other thinkers of the world for partylesss governance

and whatever he wrote in preliminary information in his four

books.: (1) Gandhiji my guide in the perspective of human

development. (2) Bapu, then we remember you (3) Free India

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“Svatantra Bharat” (4) Yes, we can, but why we cannot, and

How we can ?

I have read / Not read / read some. The writer of there

books has declared to publish in the near future two books

named and (2) Forwarding the thoughts of Gandhiji and

Jayprakashji further for global democracy “The world of my

dream” (1) “Budget without taxes” :

The writer has written that his thoughts are not complete

but taking a new kind of civil democratic governance as

basic thought, discussing through thinkers, social workers,

educationalists, experienced lawyers and youngsters such

partiles governance can be found and to give final structure

to that kind of governance. I have read last 4 books of the

writer and earlier also from about 25 books, I have read some

and I have trust that the writer is competent to produce

structure, world thinking about quite different kind of

governance which is not produced till this day by anyone

else.

If well firmed, well civilized and peaafull governance

(Globle Democracy) is not formed, that is if the governance

of the people, for the people and by the people as said by

Abraham Lincoln is not thought newly, many countries of

the world will be the victims of internal revolts and the third

world war will knock the doors of the world. In this thought

of the writer, there seems much reality.

Through such condition only, many violent revolutions

have taken place in the world. But no good results have been

obtained through such violent revolutions. As soon as one

violent revolution ended, the seeds of another violent

revolution are being planted (tilled).

Therefore, as Gandhi said, as God Jesus Christ said, as

Mohmmad PayangabarSaheb said, happiness and peace can

be possible in the world through nonviolence only. As Gandhiji

said, only on keeping all people of the world together

happiness, peace and culture of the people of the world can

be established. Therefore, for the welfare of entire world

only non violent governance – global democracy can be

established. only through partyless governance.

I hereby, pledge that if the majority of the learneds and

experienced, considering the draft of partyless governance

of the writer as base, making ammendments and addition if

any draft will be finalized, I will accept the same and will

try to include people in this kind of governance.

Signature : ............................

Date : ...............................

Address : ..................................................................

Phone No. : ...........................

Mobile No. : .........................

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Six books by Shri Nanubhai Naik forthe partyless governance as said by Gandhiji

and Jay Prakashji(1) Gandhi : My Guide In The Perspective Of

Human Upliftment :

When the elections to elect government

started, people believed that the real democracyhad commenced now. But Gandhiji himself thencalled the parliament a prostitute, way back in1909. Not only that, he added that, it is barrenalso, because it gives no fruit. He said, ‘My truthis the happiness of downtroddens and poor. That

is only my God.’ Thereafter, he started the search for it. Forhuman upliftment, he had thought to search such governancewhich can give the people of India the freedom in true sense.He also thought that such governance starting from India canreach to the freedom of the world, i.e. : Global Democracy.The author is writing books on this subject. This book is the

first in the series. (Gujarati, Hindi, Marathi, Enlish Rs. 25)

(2) Bapu ! Then, You Were rememberedIn 1909, Gandhiji gave the definition of human

freedom in “Hind Swaraj”. Even after 65 yearsof freedom, it is not realised whether havenotsand downtroddens get even 2% relief as per theirdefinition ! An assessment by the author basedon true incidents of Surat City, the book is aboutwhen and how in its pathetic narration, the author

remembered Gandhiji.(Gujarati, Hindi, Marathi Rs. 100,

English Rs. 125)

(3) Independent India :The author believes that we have imprisonedGandhiji in “Hind Swaraj” and “Satya NaPrayogo (The story of ‘My Experiments WithTruth’).” If Gandhiji were alive today, he wouldhave taken ‘U’ turn according to the present timeand circumstances to achieve the basic aim of“Hind Swaraj”, which was written in 1909. The

writer has written this book in the form of presumedconversation between Gandhiji, his son Harilal and the writeras an editor. (Gujarati, Hindi, Marathi Rs. 150. English Rs.

200)

(4) Yes, We Can ! But Why We Can Not ? And How

We Can !

At the time of accepting the presidentship

of America, Mr. Obama, remembering Martin

Luther King and mentioning his words, ‘Yes we

can’ and ‘I have a dream’, remembered Gandhiji.

The book giving detailed discussion about why

Obama will not succeed and what are its reasons?

If Obama wants to follow Gandhiji, how can he

reach the Gandhian philosophy and succeed. (Gujarati, Hindi,

Marathi Rs. 150, English Rs. 200)

(5) Budget without taxes

The taxation is the biggest medium of

corruption. The government has not to mention

taxes at the time of presenting the budget. The

government has to give only the details of the

work proposed and the details of its expenditure.

The draft of such arrangement that the expenses

automatically come to the government continuously. (To be

published Upto November-2013)

(6) The World of My Dream

Gandhiji and Jay Prakashji were worried about

world humanism. The draft of how to forward

their thoughts further, changing election-based

ruling and going further through partyless

governance, to reach upto Global Democracy

which they had desired. The writer will present

its detailed draft for the first time in the world. (To be

published Upto November.-2013)

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Shri Nanubhai Naik – Introduction

Native Village : Bhandut, Tal.Olpad, Dist. : Surat Date

of Birth : 10-5-1927

Shri Chandrakant Bakshi to whom he has described as

his true well wisher and great friend in “Aabhang” that the

creator of your poetry collections, Shri NanubhaiNayak holds

good interest in literature also.

His initial novels “Pran Jago re” and “Nari Narnu

Ramakdu” three editions of which have already been

published and in which the impression of pathetic sweet

language of Sharadbabu is clearly experienced. “Pran Jago

re” is a pathetic sweet creation of social life from Vapi to

Tapi.

The language and the symbols he arranged in “Suratna

Dhulia Maholla ma” appear new and special through many

ways. This social novel flowing with historical references

has become very enjoyable because of its spoken words. This

kind of novels is found very few in Gujarati.

The renowned advocate of Mumbai Shri Chhelshankar

Vyas was an old ascetic of literature and Journalism. As a

senior friend of Shri Nanubhai Naik, he came to Surat to

proceed the case admitted by Gujarat government against a

short story “Kutti” of Shri Chandrakant Bakshi, at that time

he read the novel “Tofan” by Shri Nanubhai Naik. His wife

said, “He has read very few Gujarati novels. Mainly he reads

only English books but he read your “Tofan” novel completely,

not only that but he liked it so much that he made many

remarks also while reading it. Later he also discussed about

the language and symbols of “Tofan”, specially about the

glittering thoughts presented in the same.”

“Oh India” written in 1971 is his first novel of Gujarat,

discussing about politics. This novel already has been

published in Marathi. Renowned writer and journalist Shri

Chandrakant Bakshi has admired this novel very much. And

specially at the time of visit of Surat, the governor of that

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time stood in the lift till the red carpet being spread and

congratulated for the remark made by the writer.

Besides these his many other novels, collections of

satirical articles, collections of short stories etc. have been

published.

He has written satirical poems for years in satirical

“Sandesh” daily with title “Sanjay Vani” in “Pratap” daily,

“BholaBhagat Na Bhakhela” in “Chet Machhandar”, “Kavi

Nang Kahe” and in “Nutan Bharat” daily and “Arunoday”

weekly “Guru Ghantal Kahe” titles.

Those who ask for original plays, they should see his

“Mudita Balaram”. - a worth seeing drama.

From the remarkable folders sent by “SahityaSangam”

every Diwali, his satirical poems are admired so much that

every now and then “Gujarat Samachar” daily “Sandesh”

daily and “Milap”, “NayaMarg” etc. many magazines have

published them all. “Sandesh” daily had some times engaged

space of three full columns for his poems.

He has written more than two hundreds short stories,

satirical articles etc. which already have been published in

Prajabandhu, Chandani, NavChetan, Aaram, AkhandAnand,

Savita, Kankavati, Padchhaya, Apsara, Chet Machhandar,

Chitralekha, AbilGulal, Nutan Bharat, Arunodaya, Sarvodaya

etc. magazines. “Sabras” a continued story of child literature

was published in “Jansatta” by weekly periodicals.

In the book named “Aacharya Rajnish Kaye Marge” he

has made postmortem of conduct and thoughts of Rajanishji.

He was invited to Surat for three days and during closed door

meeting with him, had created a big controversy.

He is associated with many social and cultural activities

of Surat. He was the secretary of “Narmad Sahitya Sabha”

for many years. Now he is the Vice President of “Narmad

Sahitya Sabha”. He had been the member of Managing

Committee of Sarvajanik Education Society, a renowned

educational organization of Surat. He is the president of

Surat Printing Press Association and Surat Commercial

Printers Society for many years. He was the welcome president

of “MudrakParishad” held in Surat. He is the founder member

of Gujarat Printers Federation and had been the president

also. He is the established member of Gujarati Books

Publishers Association. He is the pioneer of Gujarati and

Marathi Pocket Books. Late AcharyaAtre making

observations of Marathi Pocket Books of “Sahitya Sangam”

in his “Maratha” daily for three weeks asked question that

if a publisher sitting in Surat out of Maharashtra can publish

such beautiful pocket books, only for Rs. 2.50 then what do

the Marathi Publishers do ?

He is running a big movement of “book culture” against

“T.V. Culture” by offering cheap books to the people of

Gujarat. He is trying sincerely to pay the obligation of Gujarati

people and literary persons by publishing the creation of first

category of literary persons in Gujarati at half value and

publishing the same creation in Hindi, Marathi and English

besides Gujarati.

To give 23 books yearly worth Rs. 1800 at 70 % less

value means only against Rs. 545 through home delivery,

such a five years “GranthYatra” scheme was introduced. It

has completed five years. It is the first experiment all over

India to offer the books in five years worth Rs. 9000 against

the payment of only Rs. 2725 through home delivery. The

main purpose of this scheme is,the cultured Gujaratis can

give legacy of library of best books to their family at ordinary

investment only.

There is no complete democracy anywhere in the world.

Making such surprising statement, to save democracy, in

“How should be good government” he has presented complete

draft of good government, which has been published in

Hindi, Marathi and English besides Gujarati. Many great

leaders of India have admired the same. Same way, 65

corrections suggested by him to “constitution reform tribunal”

its book named “Suggestions for Constitution Amendments”

have been published in Hindi, Marathi and English besides

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Gujarati, which were accepted by the president of constitution

reform tribunal himself and he had instructed his steno to

place important points in the meeting of the committee.

Specially the matter of pleasure is such that the constitutional

reforms tribunal had suggested amendments of 400 pages

out of which the government and election commission

accepted about 15 suggestions and all of them are from the

books of Shri Nanubhai Naik.

D. 3-2-2005 Prof. Hakumatrai Desai

Ex. Dean of Narmad University

Nanubapa’s interview with “Gujarat Mitra”

Nanubhai Nayak is known as “Nagarbapa” in Surat,Nanubhai himself runs publication organizations, in the nameof “Sahitya Sangam”, “Sahitya Sankul” and “SahityaChintan”, then he established an organization in Ahmedabadalso. Basically Nanubhai is a soul of literature. From veryordinary condition he has reached at this stage now, that heatleast prints one book daily. Nanubhai is professional butnot commercial. He himself is a good writer as well as a goodpoet. Novels and political satire poems are his specialcreations. The magazines like “Kankavati”, “Abilgulal” and“Samvedan” runner Nanubhai’s whole family is connectedwith the writing and publication occupation and publishedmagazines like 'Kankavati', 'Abil Gulal' in the past and 'SukhiJivan' and 'Samvedan' now. Nanubhai is a businessman buthe observes moral to offer the books cheaper. He was thefirst to print “Pocket books” in Gujarati. His sons Janak Naikand Kirit Naik are also connected with publication business.Janak Naik, besides being poet, story writer and a novelist,has written many books related to philosophy of life. KiritNaik looks after the administration. The whole family ofNanubhai is connected with the book publication and thisfamily enterprise publication has given importantcontributions to dignify the book publication business. Bygiving “Nanubhai Naik Sanskar Bhavan”, Nanubhai has

promoted the literature and variousart-activities. This 'Nagarbapa' is solively that in his every heartbeat wefeel freshness and fragrance, at thisage also. Good wishes to Nanubhai.(Editor : “Gujarat Mitra” -‘Darpanpoorti’)(1) What is pleasure according toyou ?

Pleasure of doing things I like.

Pleasure is connected with my mind

and the open-ness of mind gives me continuous pleasure.

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(2) If you get power to be disappeare like Mr. India ?

Then, every night I would go and frighten those corrupt

and hypocrite people so much that they would be forced to

give up corruption.

(3) What is your idea to pass a holiday ?

As such, on holiday I do not like to pass a day without

any activity. According to me activities specially like writing,

publication, agriculture and to be connected with them, give

me pleasure of a holiday.

(4) What is money meant to you ?

Money gives us happiness as well as unhappiness also.

If money is kept stored it becomes poison and if it is spent

sensibly it becomes nectar. If we get double or treble money

than our necessity, it gives us happiness but when you become

hungry of money then it harasses you.

(5) You did what you wanted to do ?

Yes, I am the son of a farmer of the village. For sixty

years I have kept Gandhiji and wiser Gandhi Harilal in my

mind. At the age of 20, I wrote the first article of politics

in “Gujarat Mitra”. When Jayprakashji was to visit Navsari,

I had written him an open letter. At that time Shri Dixit,

published the whole letter in two columns with a preamble

in remaining five columns. (in those days dailies were of

seven columns). Thereafter, I wrote about fifteen books on

politics. Now I am going to publish seven books at a time,

on today’s explosive condition of the world. I have written

about ten thousand pages on computer. The partyless

democratic governance about which Gandhiji and Jayprakashji

thought, is revived by me. It was my goal and it is about to

be published.

(6) What you expect essential in relation ?

I connect relation with feelings; relation with mother,

with friends, with the members of the family, with city, birth

place, and the country, but in all relations, feelings and desire

of happiness of others is important to me.

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(7) Which is that bad habit would to like to quit ?

As such, there are many bad habits I would like to give

up but mainly whenever I think of a man and I find his fault,

I gaze within and I find so many faults in me that I believe

that man is greater than me.

(8) What is dressing to you and how do you select your

clothes ?

I am little bit careless in clothes. I do not believe in,

not to wear good clothes, but as mainly, through out my life,

I am connected with the afflictions of the poors, needy,

havenots children and the women. I wrote about more than

fifty books, mainly I have written about them, because I lived

like them only, therefore, I rarely wear costly clothes.

(9) Which person of history would you like to meet ?

For me, Gandhiji is my guide. To me, In last two thousand

years, Gandhiji is a greater revolutionery than Buddha,

Mahavir, Lenin, Tolstoy, Ruskin etc. and many saints and

thinkers. I always feel that it is necessary to set free Gandhiji

from “Hind Swaraj” and “Satya na prayogo”.

(10) If there are no women ?

It is only possible if science make such invention, we

have to wait till then.

(11) Which element of man attracts you ?

What is of man ? What is of woman ? Today in both

of these, any element which can attract me, is seldom seen.

(12) Which filmy hero do you like ?

Once the same question was asked to me and I had said,

Kadarkhan. But I dislike the present celebrities.

(13) When you can not prevent anger ?

Generally I am not angry, but having big staff and big

house, sometimes I have to pretend to be angry.

(14) Which is the place, without going there life feels

incompete ?

I do not have any fascination of any place. Wherever

I am, I live with pleasure.

(15) What is a home according to you ?

All know that a house does not mean four walls. A home

is made by the members of the house. Home is only possible

when you forget and forgive every one and only love all -

that is home.

(16) Whom would you like to be ?

I like very much to be “Savyasachi” of Sharadbabu.

Generally, I try to be the same.

(17) How do you understand death ?

I am never afraid of death. But I always think that till

I can do something good for even a single person, I would

like to live even if my body gives me pain or trouble, but

when I will be unable to do any thing, I would like to commit

suicide.

(Gujarat Mitra Darpan - supplimentary)

(D. 9-6-2010)

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Books of Shri Nanubhai NaikNovel (Gujarati)[1] Swapnalok part 1-2 (E:1-1966, E:2-2003) [2] Tophan (E:1-

1970, E:2-2005) [3] Mena-popat part 1-2 (E:1-1965, E:2-2003)

[4] Suratna Dhulia Mahollama (E:1-1964, E:2-2003) [5] Nari,

Narnun Ramakadun (E:1-1958, E:2-1966, E:3-2003) [6]

Kashmira (E:1-1966, E:2-2003) [7] Gulamino Varso (E:1-1953)

[8] Oh, India! (E:1-1971, E:2-2003) [9] Pran Jago Re! (E:1-

1958, E:2-2003) [10] Manmohini (E:1-1967, E:2-2005)

Drama (Gujarati)

[11] Mudita Balaram (E:1-1967, E:2-2003)

[12] Nepha Morche (E:1-1962)

Poetry (Gujarati)

[13] Yuddh Gito (E:1-1962, E:2-1967, E:3-1969) [14] Suryana

Golane Bhedwa Jatan Jo Hun Potej Baline Rakh Thai Gayo

To To Pachhi Aa Jagat Vishe Bahu Ochhi Asha Raheshe. (E:1-

1976, E:2-2004) (While going to break the globe of the Sun, If

I am - burnt to ashes, then there is a very little hope for this world.)

The first collection of poems having the longest title in India, was

published in the largest size (15’’ × 20’’). In 1971 it was said that

Indiraji had collected Rs. 90 Lacs election fund from every industry.

Thereafter, every industry had increased the prices of its products

by getting black money for their product over and above its

principal price. Paper industry had also increased the prices and

collected black money. At that time every month Rs. 17 Lacs were

going to paper industry as black money from Surat. Thereafter the

writer had an intense movement for that. All such details are

mentioned in his book, ‘What Is A Good Government?’ Since

then, his publishing house ‘Sahitya Sangam’ had stopped sending

New Years Greeting Cards and instead of that started sending

poems on contemporary politics. This was his first collection of

poems published in 1976 (3rd edition published in 2004) [15]

Bodi Bamninun Khetar (E:1-2004) [16] O Ishwar, Bhajie Tane!

(E:1-2004) are also collection of such poems written in new year

folder since 40 years,

Satirical (Gujarati)

[17] Rang Ane Vyang (E:1-1967)

Short story (Gujarati)

[18] Vahetan Pani (E:1-1961) [19] Balidan (E:1-1963)

[20] Janfesani (E:1-1967)

Criticism (Gujarati)

[21] Sharadbabu : Mishra Vyaktitva (E:1-1967, E:2-2002)

Politics (Gujarati)

[22] Kutch Award (E:1-1968) [23] Martin Luther King (E:1-

1968) [24] Ek Na Sthapayela Rajkiya Pakshano Musaddo

(Gujarati) (E:1-1979) [25] Prajakiya Sarkar Kevi Hoy ? (E:1-

1977, E:2-2010) [26] Navi Arthaneeti Ane Sherbazarnun

Bhavishya (E:1-1965, E:2-1992, E:3-2010) [27] Sari Sarkar

Kevi Hoy ? (E:1-1999, E:2-2001, E:3-2007, E:4-2009, E:5-2010)

[28] Bandharan Sudharanan Suchano (E:1-2000, E:2-2002,

E:3-2005, E:4-2009. E:5-2011)[29] Bharat-Pakistan Yuddha

(E:1-1972) [30] Nagarwala Kaubhand (E:1-1973) [31] Hitlarno

Sathi Yuddha Gunegar Aiekman (E:1-About 1963) [32] Hitlarna

Aantim Divaso (E:1-1971) [33] Sheikh Abdulla, Sinh Ke Siyal?

(This was Published in Chetmachhandar (Guj. Weekly, but not

published in book form.)

Other (Gujarati)

[34] Acharya Rajnish Kaya Marge? (E:1-1969) [35] Anamat

: Samasya Ane Ukel (E:1-1982, E:2-2010) [36] Magan Monna

Naniyani Dastane Kefiyat (E:1-2004, E:2-2007, E:3-2010)

Other Language

Hindi[37] Ek Asthapit Rajnitik Dal ka Masouda : Translated by

wellknown writer, poet, Jornalist and ex. president of Gujarati

Sahitya Parishad Shri Bhagwati kumar Sharma (E:1-1979) [38]

Achchhi Sarkar Kaisi Ho ? (E:1-1999, E:2-2002, E:3-2007, E:4-

2009, E:5-2011) [39] Samvidhan Sanshodhan Sambandhi Suzav

(E:1-2000, E:2-2001, E:3-2007, E:4-2009, E:5-2011) [40] Suryake

Goleko Bhedne Jate Huae mein Swayam Hi jalkar Rakh Ho

Gaya Tab To Fir is jagat ke Vishyamen Bahut Kam Asha

Bachegi (E:1-2012) [41] He Ishvar Bhaje Tumhein (E:1-2012)

[42] Beva Brahmani Ka Khet (E:1-2012) [43] Arakshan

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Samasya Evam Samadhan (E:1-2012) [44] Prajakiya Sarkar

Kaisi Ho ? (E:1:2012) [45] Nayee Arthaneeti Aur Sherbajar

ka bhavishya (E:1-2012) [46] Magan Mon Ke Naniya Ki Dastan

(E:1-2012)

Marathhi[47] Oh ! India (E:1-1972) [48] Changli Sarkar Kashi Asavi?

(E:1-1999, E:2-2002, E:3-2007, E:4-2010, E:5-2011) [49]

Sanvidhan Sudharnachya Suchana (E:1-2000, E:2-2001, E:3-

2002, E:4-2007, E:5-2011)

To be Published in Short Time

Marathhi

[50] Vidhava Brahmni Che Shet [51] Oh ! Ishvar Smaru Tula

[52] Suryachya Golyala Bhedayla Jatanan Mi Swatah Rakh

Zalo Tar ya Jagavishayi Far Kami Asha Rahil

[53] Aarkshan : Samasya Ani Samadhan [54] Prajakiya Sarkar

Kashi Asavi? [55] Navin Arthaneeti Ani Sherbazar Che

Bhavishya [56] Magan Moncha Naniachi Dastan

English

[57] What is a Good Government ? (E:1-1999, E:2-2012)

[58] Suggestions for Constitutional Amendments (E:1-2000,

E:2012) [59] Reservation : Problems and solutions (E: 1-2012)

Following are the seven books written by Shri

Nanubhai Naik who developed the idea of partyless

social management on the basis of partyless

governance advocated by Shri Jay Prakashji in

reference of Gandhiji’s search of the happiness of

downtroddens and poors

Gujarati

[60] Manav Utthanna Paripreksyaman Gandhiji Mara Rahbar

(Ed. 1 : 2012)

[61] Bapu ! Tyare Tame Yad Avya (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[62] Gandhiji Aje Hot to Kevu Swatantra Bharat lakhate Te

- Swatantra Bharat (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[63] Yes, We Can ! but, Why We Cann not ? And How We

Can ! (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[64] Karvera Vagarnu Budjet (Will be publish in November 2013)

[65] Gandhiji Aje hot to Temna Sapananu Vishva Kevu Hot

- Mara Sapnanu Vishva (Will be publish in November.-2013)

Hindi[66] Manav Utthan ke Pariprekshya Men Gandhiji Mere

Rahbar (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[67] Bapu ! Tab Aap Yaad Aye (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[68] Gandhiji Aaj Hote to Kaisa Swatantra Bharat Likhate

- Swatantra Bharat (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[69] Yes, We Can, But Why We Can not ? And How We

Can ? (Ed. 1 : 2012)

[70] Karboj Rahit Budjet (Will be publish in November 2013)

[71] Gandhiji Aaj Hote to Unke Sapanon Ka Vishva Kaisa

Hota - Mere Sapanon ka Vishva (Will publish in Nov. 2013)

Marathi

[72] ManavUtthanachya Pariprektrat Gandhiji Maze

Margdarshak

[73] Bapu ! Tevha Tumchi Aathavan Ali

[74] Gandhiji Aaj Jivit Aste Tar Tyani kase Swatantra

Bharat Lihile Aste - Swatantra Bharat

[75] Yes, We Can, But Why We Can not ? And How We Can!

[76] Karbhar Naslele Andajpatrak

[77] Gandhiji Aaj Hayat Aste tar Tyacha Swapnache

Vishva Kase Aste - Majya Swapnache Vishva

[78] Gandhiji kiti Prastut ? Kiti Aprastut ?

English[79] Yes, We Can ! But Why We Can Not ? And How We

Can ! (First E. - 2013)

[80] Gandhi : My Guide in the perspective of Human

upliftment (Already published)

[81] Bapu ! Then, You Were Remembered (First Ed. : 2013)

[82] Independent India (Will be publish in Nov. 2013)

[83] A World of My Dream (Will be publish in Nov-2013)

[84] Budget without Taxation (Will be publish in Nov-2013.)