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Saturday, December 27, 2014

STATIC CACTI

The chill was palpable
Visible and eloquent.
Frozen droplets hung
On the terror-struck twigs.
The machine-gun lay mute
 
In shock by the cold
Uniformed prostrate body
Swaddled in a blood-pool.


Soft waltzing tunes
On violins and saxophone,
Hot glowing coals in brazier burning,
Warming the ogling, whiskered colonels
Holding glasses of whiskey
 
Around the lissome beauty,
Back-wrapped in a lovely stole
And front alluringly open to the warmth.
Lewd laughters, tinkling glasses,
With somber shadows surrounding.


Earth stood still, wide-eyed,
All frozen and numb.
The snow-draped cacti
Saluting, static and dumb,
 
The sideways shaggy dome,
As the gazing sun shone
 
On the blood-shot leaden eyes
 
Reflecting the glory of a fight
To the last stuttering bullet,
Till all the shrapnels arrived
Whistling, ringing,
 
And singing their dirge.


A poem in memory of OP Shukla, my friend, 
who was killed in the China War on the NEFA front in 1962



Wednesday, December 24, 2014

बेनीपुरीनामा:१

सरसों के खेतों के बीच इठलाता हुआ एक गाँव था – बेनीपुर, गरीब किसानों का एक छोटा-सा गाँव. था, इसलिए कि जल्दी ही बागमती की धारा में वह डूब जायेगा. पिछले दिन  वहां उस लेखक का ११६ वा जन्मदिन मनाया गया  जिसने अपने नाम में उस गाँव को अमर कर दिया - रामब्रिक्ष बेनीपुरी. उस दिन वहां उसकी आधी सदी पुरानीं तीन किताबों – कैदी की पत्नी, पैरों में पंख बाँध कर और चिता के फूल – इनके नए संस्करणों का लोकार्पण किया गया . फेसबुक पर उसकी तस्वीर भी आई. बिहार के लिए वह  एक साहित्यिक उत्सव का दिन रहा . बल्कि यों कहें कि हिंदी के इतने बड़े लेखक का जन्मदिन तो पूरे देश के लिए उत्सव का दिन रहा . विलक्षण बहुविधा प्रतिभा के धनी थे बेनीपुरी. नाटक उनकी प्रिय विधा थी. जीवन भी  उनके लिए एक रंगमंच था. बेनीपुर में जो घर बनवाया उसका पोर्टिको रंगमंच के प्रारूप में बनवाया – सामने प्रोसेनियम के साथ. ‘अम्बपाली’ - उनका सबसे प्रिय नाटक था. उसके कई सफल प्रदर्शन हुए पटना में और फिर १९५५ में राष्ट्रीय नाट्य समारोह, दिल्ली में, सप्रू हाउस की रंगशाला में जिसमे राष्ट्रपति राजेन्द्र प्रसाद भी उपस्थित थे. मैं उस नाट्यमंडली का प्रतिभागी था - वृन्दवाद्य का वंशी-वादक और छायाकार भी . यहाँ के चित्र में बनीपुरीजी के साथ उसकी नायिका अम्बपाली (शोभा सिमोर) और उप-नायिका मधूलिका (अमला वर्मा) हमारी वापसी यात्रा में ताजमहल के प्रांगण में दीख रही हैं. नायक अरुणध्वज थे वीरेन्द्र नारायण, मेरे बड़े बहनोई. उस पूरी रंग-यात्रा के  ४०-५० चित्र मेरे संग्रह में हैं. उस प्रसंग का पूरा संस्मरण मेरे जीवन-वसंत का एक अलग अध्याय है. बस इतना जोड़ना चाहता हूँ कि वह वसंती बयार मेरे जीवन में बेनीपुर से ही प्रवाहित हुई जिसमे सरसों खेतों की उसी लहलहाती हरियाली की मदमाती सुगंध भरी रही.
    
मेरे जीवन के प्रारंभिक २५ साल बेनीपुरीजी के अत्यंत निकट सामीप्य में बीते हैं. इधर फिर बेनीपुरीजी की याद इस तरह ताज़ा हो गयी कि उनकी कई किताबों को उनके तृतीय सुपुत्र महेंद्र बेनीपुरी ने पुनर्प्रकाशित किया – लगभग आधी सदी बाद. कुछ दिन पहले मैंने उनकी पुनर्प्रकाशित पुस्तक ‘ कुछ मैं कुछ् वे’ की समीक्षा के व्याज से उसी शीर्षक के अंतर्गत एक संस्मरणात्मक लेख ‘दोआबा’ पत्रिका में लिखा था. उसमे भी बेनीपुर की चर्चा थी. उस लेख में ‘हिमालय’ की भी चर्चा थी. बेनीपुरीजी से मेरे पिता आ. शिवपूजन सहाय का पहला संपर्क गांधीजी के असहयोग आन्दोलन के समय ही हुआ था जिसके बाद बेनीपुरीजी राजनीतिक पत्रकारिता की ओर मुड़ गए थे और मेरे पिता साहित्यिक पत्रकारिता की ओर. लेकिन बार-बार जेल जाते-आते भी बेनीपुरीजी शिखरस्थ साहित्यिक लेखन से कभी अलग नहीं रहे. बल्कि उनकी सर्वोत्कृष्ट कृति ‘माटी की मूरतें’ उनकी और कई कृतियों के साथ हजारीबाग जेल में ही लिखी गई. ‘कैदी की पत्नी’, ‘पतितों के देश में’     ( दोनों उपन्यास) और ‘जंजीरें और दीवारें’ (जेल-संस्मरण) सभी उनके बार-बार के जेल-जीवन से ही सम्बद्ध हैं. जेल से जब अंतिम बार १९४६ में छूटकर आए तो अपने साथ जैसे साहित्यिक कृतियों का एक पिटारा ही लेकर आए. तभी ‘हिमालय’ निकला और उनका नाम हिंदी के प्रथम-पंक्ति लेखकों में ऊपर आ गया. इसी समय मेरे पिता ‘हिमालय’ के संपादक होकर पटना आए और बेनीपुरीजी के साथ मछुआटोली में रहने लगे. मैं भी साथ था और तभी से वे मेरे लिए चाचाजी हो गए और मेरे जीवन के अगले २० साल जैसे उनके स्नेह-पाश में बन्ध गए. इन बीस वर्षों की स्मृतियों में एक पूरी संस्मरण-पुस्तक की सामग्री भरी पड़ी है.

बेनीपुरीजी का द्वितीय पुत्र जित्तिन (जितेन्द्र कुमार बेनीपुरी) उसी १९४६ से मेरा दोस्त रहा जिसके साथ न जाने कितनी बार मैं बेनीपुर गया. हमदोनों कुछ दिन पटना के सेंट जोसफ स्कूल में भी साथ पढ़े और बराबर दिली दोस्त रहे, एक दूसरे की कमीज़ और टाई साझा करने वाले.

जित्तिन बाद में देहरादून के मिलिटरी कालेज में पढ़ कर एयर फ़ोर्स का अफसर बना और मैं अंग्रेजी में एम.ए. करके प्रोफ़ेसरी करने लगा. लेकिन उससे पहले १९५६ में चाचाजी के साथ मैं जित्तिन के पासिंग आउट में पूना के पास खडगवासला गया. चाचाजी पूना में अच्युत पटवर्धन के भाई पामा पटवर्धन के यहाँ ठहरे. लौटने में हम बम्बई में  मुकुंद गोस्वामी के कालबादेवी वाले मठ  में रुके. कैमरा मेरा हरदम का साथी था. स्मृतियों का मेरा अल्बम फोटो-चित्रों से भरा है. इधर ‘बेनीपुरी चित्रों में’ जो पुस्तक निकली उसमे मेरे लगभग ४० चित्र प्रकाशित हैं. साथ ही एक भूमिका भी छपी है.
     
यहाँ प्रकाशित मेरा खींचा हुआ यह चित्र १९५६ का है जब हमलोग- मैं, मेरा बचपन का दोस्त जित्तिन, बेनीपुरीजी का दूसरा बेटा, उसका आर्मी का सहपाठी शुक्ल, सबसे बाएं, जो चीन-युद्ध में शहीद हुआ, बेनीपुरीजी जो मेरे लिए शुरू से चाचाजी रहे, दीदी, उनकी पत्नी, पृथ्वीराजजी, उनके अन्यतम मित्र-सपत्नीक, और प्रिथ्वी थिएटर्स के अद्भुत कलाकार सज्जन जो कई फिल्मो में भी आते रहे. चित्र में सबसे बाएं बेनीपुरीजी और हमलोगों के बम्बई में आतिथेय मुकुंद गोस्वामी जी  हैं जिनके मठ में हमलोग ठहरे थे.

पृथ्वीराजजी तब बम्बई के माटुंगा इलाके में रहते थे. चाचाजी के साथ हमसब लोग उनसे मिलने गए. मुकुंदजी के यहाँ गाढे दूध में उम्दा भांग छनती थी. बढ़िया भोग तो लगता ही था. सबने भांग पी हुई थी. मुकुंदजी ही अपनी बड़ी-सी शेवरले कार  चला रहे थे. उनका नशा भी उनकी कार  से होड़ ले रहा था. पृथ्वीराजजी का पता मुकुंदजी को मालूम था. फिर भी मुकुंदजी की कार आधे घंटे तक बार-बार वहीँ आस-पास चक्कर काटती रही और बहुत मुश्किल से हम पृथ्वीराजजी के पहली मंजिल के फ्लैट में पहुँच पाए.फिर तो दोनों मित्रों का प्रगाढ़ स्नेहालिंगन हुआ और उस महान नाट्य-सम्राट ने हम सबको गले लगा कर असीसा. पृथ्वीराजजी की श्रीमती ने बड़े प्रेम से भोजन कराया और भांग का चमत्कार तो ऐसा रहा कि ठहाकों की झालर टंग गई दोनों महारथियों के बीच. दो घंटे कैसे, कहाँ और कब बीत गए किसी ने नहीं जाना

चित्र में बाएं बैठा हुआ है ओमप्रकाश शुक्ल. यूपी के शाहजहांपुर का, जित्तिन का जिगरी दोस्त’ और मेरा भी अभिन्न. आर्मी में कर्नल के पद पर था जब चीन-युद्ध में नेफा में शहीद हुआ. उसकी स्मृति में मैंने एक अंग्रेजी में कविता लिखी है – Static Cacti जो इसी ब्लॉग में आगे  जल्दी ही  पढ़ी जा सकती है.

बेनीपुरीजी के लगभग २५० पत्र मेरे पिता के नाम हैं जिनमे से चुनकर ५३ ‘शिवपूजन सहाय साहित्य समग्र’    (खंड ९) में छपे हैं. ‘पैरों में पंख बाँध कर’ में उनके यात्रा संस्मरण हैं. उनकी दूसरी यात्रा-संस्मरण पुस्तक है ‘उड़ते चलो, उड़ते चलो’..यूरोप की दो यात्राएं कीं १९५१ और १९५२ में.  दोनों बार पेरिस गए. दूसरी यात्रा में पेरिस से शिवजी को १८.५.५२ को पत्र में लिखा – अभी-अभी उस प्रसिद्द थिएटर से आया हूँ जिसकी स्थापना मोलिये के सम्मान में लुइ चौदहवें ने की थी. कौमेदिये फ्रान्सिसे इसका नाम है. इसका सारा खर्च सरकार उठाती है. इस थिएटर का वातावरण ही देख कर मुग्ध हो जाना पड़ता है. चारों ओर कला के नमूने -. कहीं मोलिये, कहीं वाल्तेअर, कहीं हूगो, कहीं  रेसीन.’कोमेडी’ और ‘ट्रेजेडी’ की दो प्रस्तर प्रतिमाएं. मोलिये का वह सोफा जिस पर बैठ कर उसने अंतिम बार अभिनय किया था फिर स्टेज पर ही बेहोश हो गया और फिर होश में नहीं आया.....

एक अपढ़ किसान परिवार में जन्मे इस महान लेखक – हिंदी के इस साहित्य-रत्न – बेनीपुरी को पाकर हिंदी धन्य हुई, बेनीपुर की धरती धन्य हुई, धन्य हुआ बिहार और सारा देश जिसने इस सिरमौर लेखक को सर-आँखों पर लिया.

बेनीपुरीजी की 'माटी की मूरतें' की एक कहानी  'बुधिया' का मेरा किया हुआ अंग्रेजी अनुवाद इसी ब्लॉग में नीचे पढ़ा जा सकता है.            



Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Extract from Work in Progress

DR RAJENDRA PRASAD

Early childhood in Jeeradei

Jiradei is a small village – not very different from what it must have been more than a century and a half ago. Like any other village in India it is surrounded by open agricultural land dotted with trees, some of them very old with long shady branches. A thin winding metalled road leads north from the village to the railway station, about a kilometer away. The station was earlier named ‘Bhantapokhar’, but is now renamed ‘Jiradei’. It lies on the Chhapra-Gorakhpur broad gauge railway line; about 80 kms west of Chhapra. Siwan, now the district headquarters for Jiradei, comes just about 10 kms earlier on the same line, from where another line branches off towards Hathua. During the British days, Siwan was a subdivisional town under Saran district, but is now a new district in its own right. It takes about two hours from Chhapra by road to drive down to Jiradei. From the main road you take a cut south across the railway line to reach the village. Just as you enter the village, a full-size statue of Dr Rajendra Prasad, the first President of the  Indian Republic, standing on a pedestal in a park, comes into view,
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Almost at the centre of the village Jiradei stands the large sprawling ancestral house of Dr Rajendra Prasad – lately renovated- with a canopied statue of Rajendra Babu erected in the front garden. The renovated building retains most of the original structure of the house that must have been raised during the period when Shri Chadhur Lals served as the Dewan of Hathua Raj. Chadhur Lal, a small zamindar in his own right, was the elder brother of Rajendra Babu’s grandfather Mishri Lal who died at an early age. The building has the typical structure of the house of a small zamindar family, with a quadrangular courtyard in the centre and spacious verandahs on all four sides, each side having several single-door rooms, one beside another.
It was in one of these rooms that Rajendra Babu was born on December 3, 1884. The room lies totally vacant today like most other rooms. The emptiness slowly envelopes you as you stand there musing about that great moment when a noble soul, a truly illustrious son – a ‘gem of the nation’ was born here….
Just a little away, on the outer verandah, lies a broad wooden chowki, near the entrance to the main hall. Stuck on the wall overhead is a marble tablet saying that it had served as the bed for Mahatma Gandhi when he stayed there for two days – from the evening of 16 to morning of 18 January, 1927.After the Gauhati Congress (December, 1926) Gandhi was on a tour of Bengal and south India propagating his three-point agenda of Khadi, eradication of untouchability and communal harmony
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Rajendra Babu’s  Autobiography begins with a short account of his ancestors, who are believed to have come and finally settled, seven or eight generations before, in this village, Jiradei. The family saga begins with Chaudhur Lal, the elder brother, who had one son, Jagdev Sahay. Misri Lal, the younger brother, also had only one son, Mahadev Sahay, who was just one and a half years old when Misri Lal died at an early age of 21 years. After the death of Misri Lal, it was Chaudhur Lal who brought up Jagdev Sahay, his own son, and Mahadev  Sahay, his nephew, with equal paternal affection and care. Chaudhur Lal had served as a well-respected Dewan of Hathua Estate for long and had wielded considerable prestiege and influence. This must have been around 1890. Chaudhur Lal was already in his seventies, and the affairs of the zamindari were being looked after by his son, Jagdev Sahay. Unfortunately, Jagdev  Sahay died of cholera at an early age. Later, Chaudhur Lal and his wife also died within a year or two. The entire burden of ‘the management of the estate now fell on the inexperienced shoulders of Mahadev Sahay. All this sad turn of fortune’s wheel happened when the education of of his two sons – Mahendra Prasad and Rajendra Prasad was at stake.
 This was around 1901, when Rajendra Prasad was studying for his entrance examination in Chhapra. But the story of Rajendra Babu’s early education begins at Jiradei several years before, around 1890, when he was only about five-six years of age. Mahadev Sahay was fond of wrestling and horser-riding, a trait which his two sons also inherited.

In an interesting episode, when both the brothers had gone in a barat (bridegroom’s marriage party), a customary horse-race between the bride’s and bridegroom’s parties took place. Being good horse-riders, the two brothers also took part in the race, which was usually held in the open fields of the countryside. New horses were usually provided on such occasions by the bride’s party. And the one which was brought for Rajendra Prasad was rather raw and ‘unbroken’, though quite swift and spirited. And soon it took its rider literally for a rough ride across the village fields and disappeared in no time like an arrow shot from a bow. Everyone, including the elder brother,  Mahendra Prasad, got worried, and several riders were sent out to scout for Rajendra Prasad, fearing the worst. The rascal had been known to have thrown off many a rider from its back in the past. After searching for the animal and the rider near and far, the scouting riders returned harried and crestfallen. Mahendra Prasad  now grew more and more anxious. He was an expert rider himself and imagined the worst that could have happened. All the gaiety and merriment of the occasion turned into dismal apprehension. Night had fallen, hours went by, and no one knew what to do. Just then, out in the distance, people saw a horse and its rider slowly emerging from the darkness. Rajendra Prasad had finally been able to tame the devil, without getting dislodged from his seat. He had only too wisely allowed the beast to tire itself out after galloping for miles around. Thereafter, it had no strength left but to meekly obey its rider.

The earlier chapters of the Autobiography recount several other amusing episodes, when he was still a small child, studying Urdu and Persian at home, under Maulvis, along with his two cousins.

The Maulvi lived in a room in the house adjoining ours. The maktab (school) was located in a verandah of his house. We would sit on a takhatposh (wooden cot) and the Maulvi on his own. The school began early in the morning….Our classes would seem interminable as after an hour and a break at noon we would start again and continue till an hour before sunset. After sunset we would begin again and study in the light of an oil lamp

In the evening session, we would feel sleepy but were afraid of dozing lest the Maulvi beat us. Jamuna Prasad, my elder cousin, was full of ruses to make the Maulvi let us go early. One ruse was to empty a packet of dust in the lamp on the pretext of adjusting the wick, unseen by the Maulvi. The dust would absorb the oil and the lamp would start flickering in a few seconds. The Maulvi would curse the maid-servant for the inadequate supply of oil and would break up the class.

One of his uncles, Baldev Prasad, ‘a man full of zest’, ‘ well-read in Persian’, ‘a fine soul, full of humour’, ‘clever in the use of the catapult’ was very fond of playing pranks. The first Maulvi Saheb who  had been appointed to ‘ initiate us into the alphabet’ was a special target for his hilarious jokes.

The Maulvi who was a queer man, given to making tall claims, afforded a good target for Uncle Baldev’s jokes….Though claiming proficiency in chess, not once did he defeat our uncle….One day when we went out for a walk, we saw a bull standing in the middle of the road. Someone said it was a rogue and attacked passers-by. When Uncle asked the Maulvi not to go near the bull, he declared his fearlessness and passed too near the bull with a contemptuous tilt of the head. The next moment, the bull lifted him on his horns and tossed him to the ground.

On another occasion Uncle Baldev induced the Maulvi to handle his gun. The Maulvi said he was a fine shot. To test his ability, Uncle called him out and we all followed them.Uncle pointed out a vulture on a tree at some distance and asked the Maulvi to prove his skill. The latter raised the heavy gun, an old-fashioned muzzle-loader, with a little difficulty and fired. He, of course, missed the vulture, butthe recoil of the gun threw him back and he fell flat on the ground with a thud. He had to be carried off the field.

The Maulvi Saheb left only after six months, and the second Maulvi took his place, who was ‘a serious-minded man and a good teacher… [and] taught us for two years’. With him, his pupils ‘completed the Karima, Mamkima, Khushahal Simiya, Dastur-ul-Simiya, Gulistan, Bostan, etc’.
There is an other interesting episode regarding Rajendra Babu’s marriage. Child marriage was quite in the family tradition. So was dowry. Pomp and grandeur, caparisoned elephants and horses, silver-plated palanquins, large number of servants and relatives in the huge marriage parties – these were the hallmarks of marriages in these zamindar families. We get a very entertaining account of Rajendra Prasad’s marriage in the Autobiography. It took place when he was only twelve or thirteen, studying in the Zila School at Chhapra in the seventh standard.

…my father decided to make the marriage a grand affair. He spent generously on ornaments. Other expenditures were equally lavish….The marriage was to be held in Dalan-Chhapra in Ballia district, 40 miles from Zeradei. This meant two day’s journey….The bridegroom’s palki was a funny affair. Made of silver, it was a very heavy burden for the bearers. Open at the top, it had a canopy to protect the rider from the hot June sun. The wind blew up the canopy, turning it into a sort of balloon….What with the sun and the hot winds, riding in a palki was no fun.

By evening, the marriage party reached and ‘encamped in a village on the bank of the Sarju’. The next day, ‘We reached the bride’s place at eleven in the night’.

The bride’s party were getting nervous because of the delay in our arrival….But their spirits revived when they saw the ornaments, dresses, sweets and other presents, which we had brought for the bride. Whether they felt happy to see the bridegroom too, I do not know!

And there is still more of comedy to come. 

As I said, when our party arrived at the journey’s end, it was late in the night and I had fallen asleep in the palki. The pre-nuptial ceremonies had to be gone through and it was quite a job for my people to wake up the boy bridegroom…The wedding took place the same night….Details of the ceremonies I do not recollect. When a child, I used to join my sister in the game of doll’s marriages. To me my own marriage was not much different….All that I knew was that someone would come into my house as my wife just as my brother’s wife had come.

Child marriages, however, seemed to have their own social rationalization. According to the parents, such marriages saved their children, particularly girls, very substantially from promiscuous lapses. And though the marriages were performed rather too early, the brides were not to be sent to the bridegroom’s homes till both partners were supposedly ready for consummation. It was some kind of a rough and ready solution to the problem of pre-marital promiscuity. Gandhi, in his Autobiography, however, strongly disapproves of the woodenheaded practice.“It is my painful duty”, he writes, “ to have to record here my marriage at the age of thirteen….I can see no moral argument in support of such a preposterously early marriage”

With Rajendra Prasad, however, things happened rather differently. After his marriage was performed, the marriage party had returned without the bride. The  bride  was to come only a year later after a ceremony known as Duragaman. And even after her coming, strict codes were observed in determining the time when the ‘first meeting’ could take place. A very strict purdah system was observed customarily in the family. He remembers how his brother’s wife, when she had first come, ‘She had a room to herself and she never came even into the verandah’.

When my sister-in-law wanted to go for her bath, everyone was cleared out of the courtyard….For added protection, two maid-servants would carry bedsheets as curtains on either side when at last she walked to the bath….When my wife came to Zeradei, she had to act likewise,…. Whenever I came to Zeradei during holidays, I used to sleep in a room outside.In the middle of the night, my mother would send a maid-servant to wake me up and she would take me to my wife’s room .Before morning while all others were yet asleep I would have to be back in my own bed outside….

© Dr BSM Murty

 Some more extracts from my biography of  Dr Rajendra Prasad may be read on this blog in earlier postings. The book is shortly to be published. 

Thursday, November 27, 2014

स्मृति-समर्पण
 नवम्बर २७, २०१४ : आज कविवर बच्चन की १०७ वीं जयंती है. उनसे जुडी अपने बचपन की एक छोटी सी स्मृति के साथ दशकों बाद का उनसे मिलने और उनके चरणस्पर्श का एक प्रसंग आज याद आ रहा है. बात शायद १९४५-४६ की है. मैं ७-८ साल का था. छपरा में पढता था जहाँ मेरे पिता राजेंद्र कालेज में प्रोफ़ेसर थे. हम वहां रतनपुरा मोहल्ले में रहते थे जहाँ एक सार्वजनिक पुस्तकालय था. उसके वार्षिकोत्सव के कवि-सम्मलेन में बच्चनजी आए थे, मेरे पिता के अनुरोध पर. उन दिनों उनकी ‘मधुशाला’ की धूम थी. मुझे याद है उन्होंने भूरा सूती सूट पहन रक्खा था. लोग उनके सुरीले कवितापाठ से मंत्रमुग्ध हो गए थे

दूसरा चित्र दशकों बाद का. ४० साल बाद. मैंने अपने पिता के संस्मरणों का संग्रह ‘मेरा जीवन’ सम्पादित-प्रकाशित किया था. उसकी एक प्रति मैंने उनको भेंट भेजी थी उनकी सम्मति के लिए. इस प्रसंग में उनके दो पत्र मेरे नाम आये जब मैं मुंगेर कालेज में पढ़ाता था. अपने २२.४.८५ के पहले पत्र  में बच्चनजी ने मुझे लिखा था: प्रातःस्मरणीय शिवपूजन सहाय की ‘मेरा जीवन’ की प्रति मिली.बहत-बहुत धन्यवाद. अब बिना इस कृति को आद्योपांत पढ़े  नहीं लगता कि कोई और भी काम कर सकूंगा.आपके आने की प्रतीक्षा रहेगी. अपने दूसरे पत्र में उन्होंने पुस्तक  पर अपनी सम्मति भेजी थी. जिसकी प्रतिकृति यहाँ चित्र में है. बच्चनजी की लिखावट में फूल की टहनियों की लचक थी और वैसी ही सुगंध भी. प्रयास से - चित्र पर क्लिक करके उसे बड़ा करने पर - शायद आसानी से उसे पढ़ा जा सकता है. उसमें उन्होंने लिखा: श्रद्धेय श्री शिवपूजन सहाय की लेखनशैली में मेरे लिए इतना आकर्षण रहा है कि जब-जब उनका कुछ भी लिखा मेरे सामने आया है, तब-तब उसको बिना पूरा पढ़े  मैं और कुछ भी नहीं कर सका हूँ. ‘मेरा जीवन’ के साथ भी यही हुआ. वास्तव में आचार्य शिवजी ने अपनी आत्मकथा नहीं लिखी. उनके सुयोग्य पुत्र डा. मंगलमूर्ति ने उनके संस्मरणों को इस प्रकार संपादित कर दिया है कि उसने आत्मकथा का-सा रूप ले लिया है...बधाई मैं डा. मंगलमूर्ति को देना चाहता हूँ कि सहायजी को इस रूप में उन्होंने हमारे लिए उपलब्ध कर दिया. वे अपने वांग्मय में साक्षात् उपस्थित हैं. सम्मति की दशेक अन्य पंक्तियों में ये पंक्तियाँ विशेष द्रष्टव्य हैं: समस्त संस्मरणों के साथ एक युग ही सचित्र हो उठता है....सहायजी को पढ़ना उनकी आँखों से एक ऐसे युग का साक्षात्कार करना है जो, खेद के साथ कहना पड़ता है, अपनी सदाशयता, आदर्शवादिता, साथ ही रोचकता लिए सदा के लिए चला गया है.    
       
              बच्चनजी से जुड़ा एक और प्रसंग मेरे स्मृतिकोष में सुरक्षित  है जिसका सम्बन्ध डा. राजेन्द्र प्रसाद से है. राजेंद्र बाबू के जन्मशती वर्ष १९८४ में ३ और ४ दिसंबर को दिल्ली आकाशवाणी ने राजेंद्र बाबु की ‘आत्मकथा’ पर बच्चनजी की दो-दिवसीय एक व्याख्यानमाला प्रसारित की थी जिसे बाद में केन्द्रीय प्रकाशन विभाग ने प्रकाशित भी किया. बच्चनजी ने इस लम्बे व्याख्यान में विश्व-आत्मचरित-साहित्य के परिप्रेक्ष्य में राजेंद्र बाबु की ‘आत्मकथा’ की विवेचना की थी, किन्तु उसे नीरस और शुष्क इतिहास-लेखन बताया था. मैंने पाया कि उस व्याख्यान के कई बिन्दुओं पर मैं असहमत होने को विवश था. मेरे पिता ने बहुत यत्नपूर्वक राजेंद्र बाबू की उस आत्मकथा का लम्बे समय तक संपादन किया था. यद्यपि उस संपादन का सम्बन्ध केवल भाषा-संस्कार से था लेकिन अनेक लोगों ने उस आत्मकथा को हिंदी आत्मचरित के एक श्रेष्ठ ग्रन्थ की तरह देखा था.
               निश्चय ही बच्चनजी ने उस कृति की विवेचना अपनी आत्मकथा ‘क्या भूलूँ,क्या याद करूं’ को एक मानक मान कर किया था. परिप्रेक्ष्य-दोष इसी में निहित था. एक ओर सघन रूमानियत थी तो दूसरी ओर पावन संतत्व था. फिर शिवपूजन सहाय के संपादन के बाद भाषा की सादगी में भी जो विशेषता थी उसकी पूरी तरह अनदेखी हुई थी. राजेंद्र बाबू के व्यक्तित्व और चरित्र की उस हल्की विवेचना से निश्चित अवज्ञा हुई लगती थी. मैंने उस व्याख्यान के प्रतिवाद में एक तुर्की-ब-तुर्की लेख लिखा जो उन्ही दिनों  भागलपुर विश्वविद्यालय के गाँधी दर्शन विभाग के एक सेमिनार में पढ़ा गया. भला यही हुआ कि इसकी कोई खबर बच्चनजी को शायद बाद में भी नहीं मिली. मैंने बच्चनजी की आत्मकथा भी पूरी पढ़ी थी और वह सचमुच एक श्रेष्ठ आत्मकथा है. बाद में १९९८ में रूपर्ट स्नेल ने अंग्रेजी में उसका सुन्दर अनुवाद भी किया – In the Afternoon of Time. बच्चनजी का गद्य उनकी कविता से भी बढ़-चढ़ कर है. वे अपने समय के हिंदी के एक बड़े कवि ही नहीं, एक मनहर गद्यकार भी हैं. लेकिन मुझे लगता है संभवतः लम्बे समय तक पंडित नेहरु से उनकी घनिष्ठता ने उनमे राजेन्द्र बाबू के प्रति  यह दृष्टिदोष लाया था. लेकिन मैं आश्वस्त हूँ कि राजेन्द्र बाबू का अपना  व्यक्तित्व इन संकीर्ण भावनाओं से सर्वथा मुक्त था. वे सही अर्थों में देश के अकेले ‘देशरत्न’ थे.

              ‘मधुशाला’ बच्चनजी की सबसे ख्यात एवं लोकप्रिय रचना है. शायद सबसे पहली भी. इस चित्र में उसके ८ वें संस्करण का कवर दीखता है जो इलाहाबाद से ही १९४९ में छपा था. इस कवर के चित्रकार इकबाल थे   जो इलाहबाद के ही प्रसिद्द चित्रकार थे.  गूगल में बच्चनजी पर सारी सूचनाएँ मिलती हैं. उनकी अधिकांश लोकप्रिय कवितायेँ भी. बच्चनजी ने शेक्सपियर के कई नाटकों का अनुवाद किया है. उनका किया गीता का सरल अनुवाद भी है. लेकिन आज के सामान्य पाठक के लिए तो सर्वाधिक पठनीय उनकी आत्मकथा ही है. चाहे हिंदी में पढ़ें या अंग्रेजी में. अमिताभ बच्चन ने उनकी ‘मधुशाला’ की गाकर जो रिकार्डिंग बनाई है वह तो पिता के प्रति उनकी सबसे अच्छी श्रद्धांजलि है

‘मधुशाला’ के दो छंद


बनी रहें अंगूर लताएँ जिनसे मिलती है हाला
बनी रहे वह मिटटी जिससे बनता है मधु का प्याला
बनी रहे वह मदिर पिपासा तृप्त न जो होना जाने
बने रहें वे पीनेवाले, बनी रहे यह मधुशाला
              *
प्रति रसाल तरु साक़ी सा है, प्रति मंजरिका मधुप्याला
छलक रही है जिसके बाहर मादक सौरभ की हाला
छक जिसको मतवाली कोयल कूक रही डाली डाली;
हर मधुऋतु में अमराई में जग उठती है मधुशाला.                        

                      



Sunday, September 14, 2014

Work in Progress : 3
Rajendra Prasad : A Political Biography
By Dr BSM Murty

The book is divided into seven parts. Part I covers the first 30 years of Rajendra Prasad’s life from early childhood till completion of education and beginning of his law practice at Patna. With Part II begins his political life with Gandhi’s Champaran Satyagraha. Part III takes the story upto the Lahore Congress (1929) where ‘Poorna Swaraj’ was declared as the ultimate objective of the freedom movement.Part IV covers the ‘Strife and Tumult’ of the 30s. Part V takes the story through the Second World War till the tragedy of India’s partition. Part VI brings the narrative from independence right upto 1952 when the first General elections were held. Part VII deals with the decade-long period of Rajendra Prasad’s two consecutive presidencies. The final Chapter ‘Conclusion’ brings the story to a close with Prasad’s death at Sadaqat Ashram, Patna from where his political career had started. Three earlier extracts from Part II (‘The Indigo Story’ and ‘A Planter’s Murder’) and Part III (‘The Butcher of Amritsar)  are already available earlier on this blog. The following 4 extracts are from:  1. Part V, Ch.3 ‘Quit India’; 2 & 3. Ch. 4 ‘Freedom Divided’; 4. Part VI, Ch. 1 ‘The Midnight Saga’. Part VII is now being written.

The first extract deals with the firing near the Patna Assembly gate on 11 August, 1942. A seven-statue Memorial stands today where the seven students had fallen to the British bullets. The plaque on the memorial has an inscription which was drafted by Acharya Shivapujan Sahay. Both can be seen in the photographs.

3.1 The Seven Martyrs

Matters reached a flash-point the very next day, on 11 August, when the Patna District Magistrate, Archer, ordered a totally indefensible firing near the Legislative Assembly building killing seven teenaged school students and grievously injuring another two dozen protesters. The crowd of protesters had assembled there in the late afternoon, after marching for hours peacefully through the main thoroughfares of the town, with the singular intent of hoisting the national flag on the Assembly building. It was essentially a crowd of peaceful protesters out to demonstrate their anger and resentment against the wholesale arrest of their leaders and the stubborn repressive attitude of a hostile government.

In a public meeting held in Patna Lawn on the previous evening, it had been decided to march in a procession the next day with the intent of hoisting the Congress flag on the Legislative Assembly building. Demonstrators had started gathering in different areas of the town since early in the forenoon of 11 August, but the main body of the procession had reached around the Secretariat premises where the Legislative Assembly is located by around 2 p.m.. Apprehending breach of law and order, all the top officers, including the D.M., I.G., D.I.G., A.S.P.,S.D.O. and others, with regular constabulary, Mounted Military Police and armed Gurkha Military force were already there near the south east gate of the Assembly building, by around 2.30 p.m. The crowd had gradually swelled to about 5000. The events as they unfolded there during the next three hours can best be reconstructed from the official reports of the local administration.

It was at the main east gate of the Assembly building where the centre of the mob was collected. Some of the protesters had succeeded in sticking up a Congress flag on this gate which had subsequently been removed. The DM was parleying there with such of the demonstrators who appeared to be leaders. Most of the men in the front of the crowd at this place appeared to be students who had worked themselves up into a state of frenzy shouting Congress and anti-Government slogans. There was also much shouting of slogans of Europeans to quit India and police to be disloyal to Government. The crowd was too dense to be cleared by foot police… The rioters wanted to stick the Congress flag up on some building within the Secretariat grounds. They made it clear to the DM that they intended to hoist a Congress flag over the Assembly building.

The DM tried to reach a compromise by asking the students in the front to march forward in pairs with their flags and offer themselves for arrest. Six students with flags were thus arrested, but this solution did not satisfy the agitated crowd. Next it was noticed that a flag, or kurta as some believed, had been stuck up on the lightning conductor of the Legislative building at the north wing. From where the officers were standing the flag appeared to be a Congress one and it was interpreted as being one both by the DM, other oficers and the crowd. It was not known how the flag had been hoisted but it was assumed that some persons had filtered into the compound, gained access to the Secretariat and had thus been able to hoist it. Suspecting this to be a clever trick, the crowd did not break up. It appeared to have had some doubt about the flag and a great deal of rowdyism occurred at this period. The demonstrators were adamant about hoisting the Congress flag on the Assembly building, and with the repeated charges by the lathi-wielding constabulary and the Mounted Police, brickbatting started from different sections of the crowd in the rear.
   
The I.G. then himself led a charge against those most of whom did not look like students. ..It was then decided to open fire and 7 Gurkha Military Police were drawn up with their rifles ready. The DM and the SDO then again went ahead to give warnings about a possible firing if the crowd did not disperse immediatelyStill they did not leave and two in the front lifted their shirts so as to bare their chests at the same time shouting an invitation to firing. One of them in a sort of khaki coloured shirt came into the centre of the road to do this. It was obvious that the rioters knew they were to be fired on. The firing was then first directed towards the left. Two or three men were seen to fall on the left and 4 were killed outright on the right, and some 25 were injured of whom 3 subsequently died in hospital… The rioters scattered for a moment and then returned to pick up the wounded whom they carried away. Firing was commenced about 3 minutes to 5.00 P.M. and 13 rounds ball were fired...It is to be noted that while the firing was in progress, a Congress flag was hoisted on the central flag staff of the Assembly building, obviously by someone who had obtained access to the roof and who has not been identified... He lowered the flag after the firing had ceased and took it away.

It was indeed the most inapt handling of an extremely sensitive situation in which, most certainly, some unscrupulous officers were involved, particularly in view of the stratagem of the suddenly hoisted counterfeit flag! Also, a crowd which had stayed peacefully assembled near the Assembly gate for more than two hours was unwisely provoked repeatedly by charges by the lathi-wielding constabulary and the Mounted Police into retaliatory brick-batting from scattered elements in the crowd, precipitating the firing. And there could be absolutely no justification for targeted shooting of emotionally worked up school-students standing in front of the crowd when the brickbats were being thrown from distant corners in the crowd. If firing took place at 5 p.m., after the crowd had stayed there relatively peacefully for more than three hours, by which time it had got restive and violent following the repeated charges by the police, the authorities could certainly have exercised more patience and better judgment by waiting for some more time for the crowd to slowly disperse, as it had been doing already, and then making arrests of the more persistent in the crowd.

The inevitable turbulence that spread like wild prairie fire throughout the province in the coming days was mainly sparked off by this brutal killing of innocent youth by the military police. The baring of the chests of the youth to the bullets luridly epitomized the highest ideals of non-violence and exemplary patriotism pitted against brutal imperial military violence. It was indeed the same monstrous war machine operating on the one side against the mighty Nazi military power and on the other against a totally unarmed, helpless people whom ‘the Government [had] goaded…to the point of madness’, as Gandhi put it.Wolpert/53

Patna had thus become the epicenter of the turbulence with a ripple effect throughout the whole province. As the authorities reported -



 On the 12th [August] there was complete hartal…There were processions in different parts of the town. In the evening a very crowded meeting was held in the Kadamkuan Congress Maidan…The audience was openly incited to bring the Government to knees by cutting all means of communications and by other acts of sabotage paralyzing the war efforts….It had instantaneous effect and a police lorry parking nearby was set on fire and the mob spread in all directions of the town…cutting wires, blocking the roads by felling trees…breaking open the culverts, knocking down the letter boxes and by removing the rails…Cutting of telephone and telegraph wires began all over the district. All important roads were blocked…railway tracks were removed. Railway stations began to be burnt and looted and trains held up. A mob at Fatwah near Patna… dragged two Canadian officers out of a train, murdered them and threw the bodies in the Ganges….Such chaotic conditions continued in and around Patna till a military contingent arrived from Ranchi on the 14th. The saboteurs then retired to villages and the interiors.
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Extract from ‘Rajendra Prasad: A Political Biography’
The story of India’s freedom struggle is like a five-act Shakespearean play complete with its tragic hero Gandhi. Independence, however, came in the Last Act with all the blood and gore of the ‘vivisection’ of India. And the villain was not difficult to identify…

3.2 The Last Act

The last Act of the great tragedy had thus begun with the coming of the new Viceroy Mountbatten, a ‘favourite cousin’ of the King George VI, ‘a toy for Jawaharlal to play with’ as Patel had tartly remarked. Wavell’s opinion of his successor was still more disparaging, describing Mountbatten as ‘a little cock-sparrow who would like to be a peacock… without much ability or character but a very exaggerated idea of his own talents’. [PF/279] The Congress now wanted a swift transfer of power and Wavell was proving rather intractable and somewhat partial towards the Muslim League. Hence, Congress leadership had ‘discreetly conveyed to Whitehall the need for Wavell’s recall’. [DD234] Further, as Wolpert observes, “Krishna Menon, Nehru’s closest comrade, had tirelessly urged Atlee to send Mountbatten out to India to replace Wavell as Britain’s last Viceroy”. [SW1/129]. And Mountbatten did arrive on 22 March as the new Viceroy, barely five months before the hastily rescheduled date of India’s independence, 15 August, 1947.

The change over had become inevitable. The past four months had shown that the Congress-League coalition was not only hopelessly incompatible but positively dysfunctional. The total boycott of the Constituent Assembly by the Muslim League had further precipitated the crisis. The situation had become so critical that both Nehru and Patel had issued the ultimatum that ‘the Congress members would withdraw from the Cabinet if the representatives of the League did not quit forthwith’. [DD234]. At that critical juncture, as if to defuse the crisis, Atlee announced on 20 February, 1947, Britain’s firm resolve to leave India by June, 1948. And simultaneously he also announced Mountbatten’s appointment as the new Viceroy. Both moves were clearly intended to inveigle the two wrangling parties to reconcile to the fast developing political situation. To both parties, it was a warning signal as well as a clever snare: to accept a regional semi-autonomous Pakistan under a federal constitution of a united India or to face a bloody civil war ending in a limbo. The worst and the covert aspect of the plan was partition of Bengal and Punjab to create the two wings of Pakistan; a sinister plan that was certain to lead to unprecedented bloodshed and human suffering. And Britain could have hardly chosen a better protagonist to effectuate such a perilous plan than Mountbatten.
The time frame also had been unequivocally delineated. The ‘royal cousin’ had been empowered to do a smart job and do it swiftly. As Wolpert puts it, Mountbatten was ‘launched on the fastest mission of major political surgery ever performed by one nation on the pregnant body politic of another’, [SW2/311] and Mountbatten knew how to wield his scalpel adroitly. He was sworn in as India’s nineteenth and last Viceroy on 24 March, 1947, and thenceforward it was Mountbatten all the way, right up to the ‘tryst with destiny’. Atlee’s Labour government had sent Mountbatten with the clear mandate, ‘to obtain a unitary government for British India…through the medium of a Constituent Assembly’; and if that seemed impracticable, he was to report ‘to His Majesty’s Government on the steps which you consider should be taken for the handing over of power on the  due date’. [SW2/314] Read between the lines, the directive meant that the ‘option of unity’ being virtually impossible in the circumstances, the ‘option of division’ must be exercised even earlier, if necessary.

It was clearly an open-ended mandate and Mountbatten had a further advantage: ‘his innocence of Indian politics’. [SW2/313] Still more, his unusual affability and rapport with Nehru, Gandhi’s ‘anointed’ successor, and the most domineering face of the Congress. It mattered little – in fact, it helped – that Gandhi had been slowly sidelined. As Wolpert observes, Nehru no longer believed in Gandhi’s ‘going round with ointment trying to heal one sore spot after another on the body of India, instead of diagnosing the cause of this eruption of sores and participating in the treatment of the body as a whole’. [SW1/138] There was, however, an obvious fallacy in Nehru’s logic. No one had ever diagnosed the persistent malaise better than Gandhi. Gandhi did suggest the cure in absolute terms to Mountbatten when he met him in late March. But it was too radical and went against the grain of Nehru’s haste for power. His other Cabinet colleagues too had been cosily ensconced in the seats of power. They were no less in a hurry to enjoy absolute power than the British were anxious to relinquish it.

The Noakhali riots in Bengal had led to a terrible backlash in Bihar and Gandhi had rushed to Patna in early March after four month’s of an intensive peace march in Noakhali. It was in Patna that he learnt of the CWC’s resolution accepting partition, the only time when such a momentous decision – totally contrary to Gandhi’s fundamental objection to the ‘vivisection’ – was taken in his absence. The Bihar massacre of Muslims under the nose of a Congress government was too horrendous a tragedy for Gandhi to bear with or ignore. He would rather prefer in those difficult times to camp in Patna and tour around in the riot-affected countryside to admonish and persuade Hindus against their inhuman acts and assuage the pain and anguish of the devastated Muslims. He had even threatened a fast which he refrained from only when the riots braked to a halt after the threat. He met Mountbatten (once again, ironically, on 1 April, 1947) with the ultimate ‘solution’ he had already made a year before, ‘to invite Jinnah to form a new central  interim government with Muslim League members, [now] replacing the current one led by Nehru’. [ SW1/137]

The radical solution naturally shocked both Mountbatten and Nehru out of their wits, the latter even more; ‘to learn that his Mahatma was quite ready to replace him as premier with the quaid-i-Azam’. [SW2/316] A chagrined Nehru could only conceal his annoyance by saying that Gandhi ‘had been away for four months and was rapidly getting out of touch with events at the Centre’. Yet, perhaps, it was ‘a King Solomon solution’, according to Wolpert. “But Nehru had tasted the cup of power too long to offer its nectar to anyone else – least of all to that ‘mediocre lawyer’ [Jinnah]”.[SW2/317 ] When Mountbatten tried to sound Maulana Azad on Gandhi’s solution the next day, “[h]e staggered me by saying that in his opinion it was perfectly feasible of being carried out, since Gandhi could unquestionably influence the whole of Congress to accept it and work it loyally….he thought that such a plan would be the quickest way to stop bloodshed, and the simplest way of turning over power”. [SW1/139]
 

The plan may have been too quixotic, and, may possibly be, even unacceptable to Jinnah, but there was more to it than was apparent. It was a daring move to reverse the entire chessboard to a fresh configuration. It would have put not only Jinnah but also Nehru and all his senior colleagues now craving for a piece of the power-cake to a rigorous test of political commitment. It was also likely to have halted the bloodshed substantially, and taken the wind out of the sail of Muslim League’s demand for a sovereign Pakistan. As Azad believed, Gandhi’s strong moral hold over the Congress and the masses and the clear message of peace and harmony would have served a twofold purpose: to bring sanity to the centre-stage as well as make the process of power transfer smoother. Azad’s endorsement of Gandhi’s radical plan (particularly in view of the insults heaped upon Azad by Jinnah during his Congress presidentship) was in itself a ‘golden tribute to Azad’s integrity and selflessness’. As Wolpert says, “Azad neither loved nor admired Pandit Nehru any the less than he had before, but he was old enough and wise enough to know that Mahatma Gandhi’s solution was the one and only chance to save India, and Maulana Azad, like Mahatma Gandhi, loved India and its people far more than he craved political power for himself or his dynastic heirs”. [SW1/140]
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Extract from ‘Rajendra Prasad: A Political Biography’
Lot of literature is available on India’s partition. In hindsight it appears the British government had all the while kept this cat hidden in their bag, till they sent Mountbatten to let it out…

3.3  The Pity of Partition
Be that as it may, but the juggernaut of Mountbatten’s speedy power-transfer machine, co-piloted by Nehru and his CWC colleagues, including Prasad and Patel, had started trundling inexorably towards the ‘tryst with destiny’. Being now at the helm of the affairs, both Nehru and Mountbatten decided to go ahead with the unavoidable ‘surgical cure’.
So those two brilliant powerful men agreed on April Fool’s Day of 1947 that a swift surgical “cure” dividing Punjab and Bengal would be India’s best medicine for the dreadful sores of communal strife that kept erupting. Thus the knife was drawn that in four and a half brief months would “vivisect”, as Mahatma Gandhi called it, “Mother India’s body” politic. [SW1/138]

The surgical metaphor is, indeed, most appropriate insofar as it drips as much with blood as with irony and pity. Gandhi’s suggestion, however far-fetched it might seem, was the only sane solution which Mountbatten summarily dumped into the waste basket. And whereas Jinnah had subdued himself by agreeing to abide by a modified plan envisaging a federal constitution for a united India, with two large groups of autonomous Muslim majority provinces as the future map of Pakistan, history puts the blame for the hasty partition squarely on the shoulders of Nehru, Patel and all others in the CWC in collusion with the new Viceroy. Jinnah also knew that the British haste and Congress’ eagerness for an urgent power tranfer would precipitate a partition as a matter of course. He well knew by now that the British were ready to quit any way. Hence, he would rather instigate the Muslims to fight against the ‘Hindu’ Congress to force partition and gain a sovereign Pakistan than direct the fight against the British who were already half-willing for partition. Jinnah indeed had fully succeeded in creating circumstances that made partition inevitable.

Had Gandhi’s radical suggestion been accepted by the Congres of handing over power to Jinnah, instead of Nehru, in the Interim government, it would have upset the entire British plan of dividing the country. It would have killed the British excuse of hurrying the partition on grounds of the worsening communal conflict. In fact, Wavell’s replacement by Mountbatten itself was done only in order to precipitate partition on the lure of speedy power transfer. Azad strongly opposes Wavell’s replacement in his autobiographical book India Wins Freedom. He is also critical of the unrealistic timeframe announced by Atlee and further preponed by the new Viceroy, Mountbatten. Speaking of Wavell’s sagacity and forthrightness, Azad writes:

Lord Wavell did not agree about the announcement of a date. He wished to persist with the Cabinet Mission Plan for he held that it was the only possible solution of the Indian problem. He further held that the British Government would fail in its duty if it transferred political power before the communal question had been solved….He therefore advised that the status quo should be maintained and every attempt made to compose the differences between the two major parties….If Lord Wavell’s advice had been followed and the solution of the Indian problem deferred for a year or two, it is possible that the Muslim League would have got tired of opposition….[Also] the Muslim masses of India would have probably repudiated the negative attitude of the Muslim League. It is possible that perhaps the tragedy of Indian partition may have been avoided. [190-92]

The political scenario as it was allowed to evolve by the British government, however, escalated fast towards partition. The British component of the Viceroy’s government had practically brought the law and order machinery to virtual inaction. Jinnah had already understood the British game and sensed the inevitability of the partition. Patel and Nehru, two of the prime movers in the top Congress leadership, now heading the Interim government, wanted full sovereign power here and now and were too willing for the inevitable partition. Gandhi, too, sunk in his morass of grief, betrayal and disillusionment, had reconciled himself to the tragic denouement.

In such a confounded scenario, Rajendra Prasad, Gandhi’s alter ego and one of the most senior leaders in the Congress hierarchy, was in a terrible moral dilemma; though on a different issue. At the end of his book At the Feet of Mahatma Gandhi he speaks in a rather subdued manner of his moral qualms about other peripheral issues of the moment like the election to the Constituent Assembly chairmanship or to the Congress presidentship simultaneously with his Cabinet responsibilities. But he does not discuss the far more momentous issue of Gandhi’s radical plan of a Jinnah-led Interim government as a solution to the fast-spreading riots in the country and the impending partition of India. His silence on such a momentous issue is quite inscrutable and rather mystifying. Unlike Azad, he neither rejects nor endorses Gandhi’s solution, in this critical hour, which casts a shadow on his image as a staunch Gandhi loyalist who would willingly accept even a ‘poison chalice’ from his mentor’s hand. The same holds true, in a contrary position, about Patel to a more disparaging extent.
 According to Azad, Patel had always been a true Gandhian and one of the loyalest followers of the master. “Patel belonged to Gandhiji’s inner circle,” he writes, “and was very dear to him. In fact, Sardar Patel owed his entire political existence to Gandhiji….[both] Sardar Patel and Dr Rajendra Prasad…were entirely the creation of Gandhiji.” [234] But as the freedom movement headed towards its culmination after the War and the sunset of the Raj loomed large on the horizon, their loyalties to Gandhi started cracking up. Severely critical of Patel’s rigid pro-partition stand, Azad observes:  “It would not perhaps be unfair to say that Vallabhbhai Patel was the founder of Indian partition…Patel was so much in favour of partition that he was hardly prepared even to listen to any other point of view.” [198,200]

Indeed, under the terrible magnetic pull of political power they had all started cracking up, except the ‘great soul’, ready now finally as if to leave the ‘body’ of the Congress. Three of his ablest lieutenants, Nehru, Patel and Rajendra Prasad, had already changed track and endorsed partition on the basis of Jinnah’s two-nation theory in the CWC resolution of March 1947, ‘without consulting Gandhi’. [DD/254] “Azad too acquiesced”, writes Rajmohan Gandhi. “These leaders of the Congress’s establishment were eager for independence and office and were getting old.” [247] Durga Das recalls Gandhi’s bitter reaction soon after the latter’s meeting with Mountbatten, following the CWC’s acceptance of the partition plan. “I called on Gandhi twice [he writes] and he told us that his followers had let him down badly. Now that power was within their grasp, they seemed to have no further use for him.” [DD/239]

Both the ‘ladder man’ (Gandhi) and the ‘ladder’ (Congress) had now become useless for them. Both had served their purpose. The banners of ‘Truth’ and ‘Ahimsa’ could now be furled and put away. Lives of millions of Indians – Hindus or Muslims – could be sacrificed primarily not for gaining freedom from imperial rule – the quintessential objective of decades of non-violent mass struggle and suffering -  but for acquisition of political power at the price of  dividing the two vital cultural components of Indian polity who as inhabitants of their motherland for centuries had no say in this entire anti-people political drama of power transfer. As Azad rightly observes in his book:
The people of India had not accepted partition. In fact their heart and soul rebelled against the very idea….[Even among Muslims] there was a large section in the community who had always opposed the League. They were naturally deeply cut by the decision to divide the country. As for the Hindus and Sikhs, they were to a man opposed to partition. In spite of Congress acceptance of the Plan, their opposition had not abated in the least. Now when partition had become a reality, even the Muslims who were the followers of the Muslim League were horrified by the result and started to say openly that this was not what they had meant by partition. [224]

Even Jinnah had to swallow grudgingly the ‘moth-eaten’, hastily carved out Pakistan as a bitter pill. If at all the partition served any purpose, it served only the selfish interest of some of these top political leaders of different denominations in grabbing power. It was a whirlpool of power politics,  basically created by the British, that sucked all these noble men into its vortex, leaving millions in the masses ravaged, ruined and bleeding.

 Events moved very fast after the CWC’s acceptance of the partition plan in March, 1947. “The issue was clinched”, writes Durga Das, “when Prasad, as the President of the Constituent Assembly, read out on 28th April an authoritative statement of the Congress stand, that no constitution would be forced on any part of the country that was unwilling to accept it…. ‘This may mean [the statement ended] not only a division of India but a division of some provinces. For this, we must be prepared, and the Assembly may have to draw up a constitution based on such division.’”[243] This was a clear assertion of the official Congress position diametrically opposed to Gandhi’s, but to which Gandhi had to acquiesce against his conscience.

Now there was no time to lose for Mountbatten. He got down to giving finishing touches to the partition plan at Simla where he took Nehru as his most trusted confidant. On 14 May he flew to London to acquaint Atlee with a suitably revised plan for which he had already secured agreement of the Congress and the Muslim League. It envisaged, along with the partition of the provinces, a preponement of the dateline to 15 August, 1947, to both of which Atlee gave his assent, being in equal haste to finish the job. Three weeks later, on 3 June at 7 p.m., Mountbatten announced the plan on All India Radio.

It was an ingenious and seemingly flexible plan. “The Mountbatten plan”, explains Louis Fischer, “provided for the division not only of India but of Bengal, the Punjab and Assam if their people wished. In the case of Bengal and the Punjab, the recently elected provincial legislatures would decide. If Bengal voted to partition itself, then the Moslem-majority district of Sylhet in Assam would determine by popular referendum whether to join the Moslem part of Bengal….Nor is there anything in the plan to preclude negotiations between communities for a united India….Bengal and the Punjab might vote to remain united, in which case there would be no partition and no Pakistan. But even if Pakistan came into being, it and the other India could subsequently unite.”[584-85] The plan also proposed to antedate the transfer of power to 15 August, 1947. In case partition was effected, both India and Pakistan would have dominion status with separate Constituent Assemblies comprising members belonging to their respective areas. These separate Constituent Assemblies were to frame the constitutions of their respective dominions, and ultimately all these provisions in the plan were to be incorporated in an Indian Independence Act to be passed only a few weeks later by the British Parliament.

Prasad in At the Feet of Mahatma Gandhi is at pains to justify Congress’s reluctant endorsement of  this partition plan particularly in view of the constant obstructive posture of the Muslim League memebers of the Interim government in day-to-day governance.

…it was the Working Committee, and particularly such of its members as were represented on the Central Cabinet, which had agreed to the scheme of partition. Mahatmaji himself had never thought that partition offered the correct solution, nor had he ever subscribed to the principle on which the partition was effected….We thought that, by accepting partition, we would at least govern the portion which remained with us in accordance with our views, preserve law and order  in a greater part of the country….It was clear, however, that this partition was not going to solve the Hindu-Muslim problem; for both in India and Pakistan a large minority would still be left, and whatever could be done to protect it in the two parts could as well be done in India as a whole. But that was not acceptable to the Muslims. We had accordingly, no alternative but to accept partition. [emphases added][302-3]

It was clearly on such flimsy grounds that the partition was explained away by the Congress as a necessary evil, a bitter pill to be swallowed in the interest of gaining freedom both from the British Raj and the haemorrahaging communal politics of the Muslim League. It was most certainly the easy way out for all the parties concerned, except for the common masses. The partition plan may have suited ‘such of its members’ primarily in the interest to ‘govern the portion which remained with us’. But it was surely an incorrect and sweeping statement to say that partition was ‘acceptable to Muslims’  as a whole. To Muslim League, of course, yes; but certainly not to the Muslim masses – a large minority population (nearly four and a half crores) scattered sparsely all across the country - who, with their non-Muslim compatriots, saw with wide-open eyes through this evil game of their leaders bargaining only for the power (ironically) to ‘divide and rule’, rather than to secure a transfer of power through more sensible and truly peaceful means, as Gandhi had suggested. And then it would not have satisfied the vanity of a Viceroy who thought he wielded a magic wand in his royal hand to solve a decades-old complex problem!
                                                                        
Partition was now a foregone conclusion. And yet the confusion remained unabated. “The AICC met on 14 June 1947”, writes Azad. “After the first day’s debate, there was very strong feeling against the Working Committee’s resolution. Neither Pandit Pant’s persuasiveness [who had ‘moved the resolution’] nor Sardar Patel’s eloquence had been able to persuade the people to accept this resolution. How could they when it was in a sense a complete denial of all that Congress had said since its inception?” [214-15] Both Nehru and Patel had anticipated the opposition and had astutely invited Gandhi to be present in this historic session. According to Rajmohan Gandhi, they knew that without Gandhi’s formal and ‘publically declared’ approval it would have been impossible to get the resolution passed. And Gandhi fully convinced by now “that desire for power had influenced their acceptance of Partition,…yet refused to obstruct his ‘sons’ while they collected crowns or medals for their faithful toil of three decades, and he knew that the trophies were thorny”. [617]

Gandhi’s speech at the session, full of deep anguish and irony, made an emotional appeal to the opponents to support the resolution. “No one could be as much hurt by the division of the country as I am”, he told them. But he now found himself totally defeated and forlorn. Speaking of that ‘nucleus’ of Congress leadership which had always stood firmly behind him, he said ruefully: “I criticize them, of course, but afterwards what? Shall I assume the burden that they are carrying? Shall I become a Nehru or a Sardar or a Rajendra Prasad?” [RMG/616] There could be no subtler indictment of this core group of his loyal followers and of all those others who finally voted for partition: 137 in favour and 27 against, with 32 ‘remaining neutral’. According to Prasad, “he [Gandhi] decided to keep quiet and not to oppose partition in any way.” [AFM/304] Once again then the ‘ladderman’ had provided the ‘ladder’ to his ‘sons’ to ascend to the throne, himself swallowing the bitter draught of partition!

He was staying in Delhi [writes Prasad] at the time when the actual scheme of partition was being implemented in the Capital, that is to say, when the representatives of the Congress and the League in the Government were actually engaged in dividing the assets and liabilities of undivided India. A Partition Committee had been appointed by Government on which Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel and I were serving as members on behalf of the Congress. It was this Committee which divided everything – the assets and liabilities of the Government of India, the army and military stores and equipment, the buildings, railways, etc.; so much so that tables, chairs and typewriters and even Government servants were divided to be shared between India and Pakistan.

While I was working on that Committee, I would meet Mahatmaji every day during his morning walk. As a matter of fact, he had himself asked me to meet him every morning. I had thus an opportunity of communicating to him every day what happened in the Partition Committee. I could see that he was not at all happy about what was happening, but he did not like to raise any obstacles. He used to say: “Try, as far as possible, to prevent injustice.” [AFM/304]

It was a disconsolate patriarch seeing his family fragmenting; dividing not only the chairs and the typewriters, but silently witnessing the slitting of Hindu and Muslim throats, defiling  of their helpless women, and looting and burning of each other’s property.

Meanwhile a new government, virtually split into two, furiously undergoing divisions at multiple levels, with a lot of internal politicking and fighting going on, was congealing into a weird shape. The British themselves, after igniting the forest fire of communal frenzy, had assumed the passive role of nonchalant onlookers, and the top political leaders in the Congress and the Muslim League were busy in sharing the spoils of high office. The new Viceroy stood stoutly at the Captain’s wheel with his plan ‘clear enough to him now: cut and run, full speed ahead’.[SW1/141] Jinnah himself with his rapidly wasting tuberculous lungs had come to be reconciled to his tattered ‘moth-eaten’ Pakistan. And Gandhi stood beyond the periphery seeking light in the deep darkness.

Under the shadow of this dismal scenario, the interim government lay in a state of utter paralysis. Nehru was the Prime Minister, Patel, the Home Minister and Prasad, the Food and Agriculture Minister, with Muslim League’s Liaqat Ali Khan as Finance Minister but, as Wolpert remarks, “the interim coalition government [had] virtually ceased to function”. [SW2/334] . Prasad by then had moved from Sadaqat Ashram in Patna – once the nodal point of Gandhi’s freedom movement in the east – to Delhi; a rather symbolic shift from organizational work to real governance. Besides, Prasad also had other important assignments. He was already serving as president of the Constituent Assembly; a task, he says, ‘by no means less important or less difficult’. [AFM/317] And with  Patel,  he was to serve as a member of the Partition Committee overseeing the enormously complicated division of assets and liabilities between the newly created two Dominions of India and Pakistan. A little later, after the coming of independence, he had also to shoulder the burden of Congress presidentship when Kripalani resigned in November, 1947. But he would join Gandhi on the latter’s morning walks or see him almost daily for apprising him with the latest political developments. “Nevertheless [he writes], I would meet him once a day, for I was preoccupied with three important matters about that time.”[AFM/318] Although these three preoccupations were basically of an organizational nature. The first was ‘to restore goodwill and friendly feeling beween the Hindus and the Muslims’; the second, ‘amendment of the Congress Constitution’, and the third, ‘Gandhiji’s constructive programme’. And all these were over and above the various responsibilities he was saddled with in the Interim government.

A couple of months, however, were yet to go before the coming of the long-awaited dawn of independence. The provincial legislatures in Punjab, Bengal and Sind had passed resolutions before June-end for the partition in the west and east. Mountbatten had constituted a small partition committee of the Interim cabinet for the purpose consisting of Patel and Prasad from the Congress and Liaquat Ali Khan and Abdur Rab Nishtar from the Muslim League. Similarly a boundary commission was also constituted comprising four high court judges, two each chosen by the Congress and the League, and chaired by a British barrister, Sir Cyril Radcliffe. “Radcliffe reached New Delhi on July 8”, writes Wolpert, “giving him precisely five weeks to draw new national boundaries across whose lines, bitterly disputed by both countries, approximately 10 million refugees would run terrified in opposite directions”.[SW2/332]

Dissecting Punjab and Bengal, the two major provinces under the partition knife, was of crucial importance in dubious justification of Jinnah’s ‘two nation’ theory. And it was Jinnah himself who had suggested Radcliffe’s name for drawing the dividing boundaries in the two provinces. Radcliffe, when he arrived to take up this critical assignment, was totally unfamiliar with the complicated and highly sensitive communal situation in India; never having visited India before.  And yet Mountbatten gave him full authority and total secrecy to perform the sensitive task of dividing two vitally unified provinces in the shortest possible time. What proved more disastrous, however, was Mountbatten’s putting Radcliffe’s maps of proposed boundaries in his locker ‘under his strictest embargo until after all the jubilant independence day celebrations had ended’.[SW1/165] As Wolpert rightly remarks: “[Mountbatten] cared nothing for the fact that a week’s advance notice of the actual location of the new boundary would have given all those people most frightened and eager to move enough time to do so before they found themselves trapped in the wrong country”. [SW1/167] Indeed, even more than the decision to divide India, the haste with which it was effected, and, worse, the withholding of the public knowledge of the precise boundaries till after the independence day, had its horrific consequences in terms of pitiful massive cross-migrations and massacres of innocent humanity. Jinnah may have had his own megalomaniac rationale for relentlessly pursuing his goal of partition, but both Congress and the British government were equally to share the blame for the unprecedented human tragedy which could have largely been avoided with a little more political sagacity and respect for humanitarian values.

The British Parliament, in the mean time, passed the Indian Independence Bill ‘setting up two “Independent Dominions” of India and Pakistan on August 15, 1947’ and ‘King George VI added his talismanic seal of assent to the new act’ on 18 July, just a month before the historic ‘tryst’ with freedom. Yet it was only to be a freedom marked by cataclysmic bloodshed and ruination; merely ‘the hollow husk of freedom’. [LF/587] After decades of sustained struggle and immeasurable sacrifice, freedom had been given but only like a broken jar, broken into two or three jagged pieces. The partitioned freedom, in Gandhi’s phrase, was like a ‘wooden loaf’; merely a travesty of freedom. Freedom grudgingly conceded to a people divided forever and condemned to perpetual animosity and acrimony.

Less than a month now for the Union Jack to be lowered and replaced by the national tricolour in Delhi and the green star-crescent in Karachi, the partition formalities went ahead with a feverish speed. And simultaneously in a rising crescendo went on the carnage, ruination and the massive cataclysmic cross-migration of population. Totally disillusioned by the inexorable course of events Gandhi left Delhi, a week before the day of independence, for Calcutta on way to Noakhali.
During July and August, 1947, a fresh spate of virulent riots had broken out both in urban and rural areas of the two ill-fated provinces of Punjab and Bengal, and cross-migrations of refugees had begun on an unimaginable scale. As Wolpert notes: “Human chains of tragedy would grow from fifty to one hundred miles in length over the next few months, the refugees moving in opposite directions towards accelerated death.”[SW1/169]

This tragic narrative of the ‘pity of partition’ during those murderous summer months before the dawn of independence gets a graphic and harrowing portrayal in Khushwant Singh’s classic novella Train to Pakistan.

Muslims said the Hindus had planned and started the killing. According to the Hindus, the Muslims were to blame. The fact is both sides killed. Both shot and stabbed and speared and clubbed. Both tortured. Both raped. From Calcutta, the riots spread north and east and west: to Noakhali in East Bengal, where Muslims massacred Hindus; to Bihar, where Hindus massacred Muslims….Hundreds of thousands of  Hindus and Sikhs who had lived for centuries on the Northwest Frontier abandoned their homes and fled towards the protection of the predominantly Sikh and Hindu communities in the east. They traveled on foot, in bullock carts, crammed into lorries, clinging to the sides and roofs of trains. Along the way – at fords, at crossroads, at railroad stations – they collided with panicky swarms of Muslims fleeing to safety in the west. The riots had become a rout. By the summer of 1947, when the creation of the new state of Pakistan was formally announced, ten million people – Muslims and Hindus and Sikhs – were in flight. By the time the monsoon broke, almost a million of them were dead, and all of northern India was in arms, in terror, or in hiding. [1-2]

But the final dark footprint of death, in those wretched times, could be discerned in the tragic comment of a nurse in a Lahore refugee camp: “The vultures were so fat they could hardly get off the ground.”[PF/355] And though the over-gorged vultures lay rooted in that landscape of horror, they inevitably cast ominous shadows with their large flapping wings on the ceremonial ‘trysts with destiny’ that were taking place on both sides of the divide.