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On the final day of his life, Mahatma Ghandi goes to eternity
The final morning that Mahatma Gandhi will ever see was at precisely 3:30 in the morning on Friday, January 30, 1948.
In the midst of Delhi's chaotic atmosphere, he stayed in a ground-floor guest room at Birla Home, the Albuquerque Road estate of businessman and benefactor G. D. Birla. On September 9, 1947, Gandhi came to the war-torn capital of newly independent India from Calcutta, where he had created a miracle of peace. It had been nearly four months since his 78th and final birthday on January 30. It had been twelve days since his fasting brought about the reconciliation of hearts in Delhi. However, during the nightly prayer service at Birla House ten days prior, an attempt on his life was unsuccessful. Although he was aware that his life was in imminent danger, Gandhi was able to turn his attention back to the future now that things had calmed down in Delhi.
On Mahatma's last day, everything will be organized and bustling just like any other day. As soon as he sprang up from his board, he roused his companions. His grand-nieces Abha and Manu were among them, as were attendant Brij Krishna Chandiwala. He was without his usual companion, Dr. Sushila Nayar, who was in Pakistan. Just like any other regular Indian, he used a twig to clean his teeth.
Prayers were said on the chilly verandah where the group had slept at 3.45 in the morning. While Sushila was out, Manu took charge of reciting the Bhagavad Gita. They spoke the first two shlokas. I do not like these symptoms," he said as he pondered whether she should leave him. I pray that God does prolong my stay on earth so that I may see these things. In response to Manu's request, Gandhi chanted a popular Gujarati hymn in his honour. It opens with, "Whether weary or unweary, O man, do not tarry; stop not; your struggle if single-handed; continue; and do not tarry!"
Time for Gandhi's morning meal had come and gone, and the clock read 9.30. A decoction of ginger, sour limes, and aloes was served with the cooked vegetables, four oranges, twelve ounces of goat's milk, twelve ounces of tomatoes, and carrot juice. After that, about 10:30, Gandhi went back to sleep. Ghee was massaged into the bottoms of his feet. Around noon, he woke up and chugged a glass of honey-infused hot water. He went alone to the restroom after a while. He had not walked unsupported since his fast. Manu yelled out to him, "Bapuji, you look so lonely walking all by yourself!" Gandhi remarked, "It's nice, isn't it? " while laughing.(who was about five feet and five inches tall). He was 109 1/2 pounds. "Stroll alone, stroll alone!" Tagore made these closing remarks.
While enjoying the warm January afternoon, Gandhi laid down and applied a mud pack to his abdomen. He covered his face with the bamboo hat he had brought from Noakhali, which belonged to a farmer. Once again, Kanu and Abha tapped him on the foot. Time was passing rapidly. It had progressed until the middle of the afternoon. At approximately 2.15 pm, the daily interview round commenced as normal. People from all throughout India and even beyond were trying to get their voices heard. As the Sardar was scheduled to arrive at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Gandhi concluded the final interview. Gandhi got up from his seat and made his way to the restroom.
Manu was visited by two prominent Kathiawads, who expressed their desire to see Gandhi. She wanted to know if Gandhi would see them. "Tell them that I will, but only after the prayer meeting, and that too if I am still living," Gandhi said while Patel was present. Then we may discuss it further. The guests were invited to remain for the prayer meeting by Manu, who relayed Gandhi's response to them. Once again, Gandhi had brought up the subject of his probable impending death, this time in the presence of the man primarily responsible for ensuring his safety. Abha brought Gandhi his food while he spoke. Soup made with vegetables, goat's milk, oranges, and carrot juice were all part of it. After that, Gandhi requested his charkha, which he tenderly plied one final time.
Up until that fateful Friday, Gandhi's life had been somewhat ordinary. From the minute he awoke that morning in Retiring Room No. 6 of Old Delhi Railway Station, 37-year-old Hindu extremist Nathuram Godse's life was transformed. Because he planned to assassinate Mahatma Gandhi today. Narayan Apte and Vishnu Karkare, two more conspirators, joined Godse early in the morning. In reality, eight guys were plotting Gandhi's assassination. The three assassins who would carry out their group's second attempt at assassination spent the day plotting their murder and getting ready to do the horrible act. They would face the elevated platform where Gandhi sat and stand at the very edge of the throng, facing right. From around 35 feet away, Godse would fire a seven-chambered automatic pistol at Gandhi. They set out for Birla Temple at midday after leaving the railway station. Unlike the other two, Godse remained silent. The battle between khaki and khadi will take place at 4:30 when Godse, clad in a recently purchased khaki jacket, departs from the temple by tonga for Birla House. Godse, Apte, and Karkare all made it to Birla House by five o'clock. Without a hitch, all three made it into the grounds.
The afternoon has arrived. The winter sun was setting, turning the afternoon into nighttime. The scheduled prayer hour was five o'clock. In particular, Gandhi despised being tardy for religious services. By 5.10, they had had enough of waiting. Gandhi was shown Abha's watch. Stepping out into the twilight, Gandhi stood up, put on his chappals, and exited the room by the side door. He kept warm by donning a scarf. His two "walking sticks" were gently lent on, as was his normal practice. He had Abha to his left and Manu on his right. Now that they could see Gandhi approaching, the faithful congregation finally understood why the normally punctual leader had been tardy. This was the beginning of Mahatma Gandhi's last 200 yards, trek, or march. On this particular day, he departed from his customary route through the verdant Arbour to reach the property's right side. Because he was running behind schedule, he skipped the formal prayer area and went straight across the lawn to the stairs.
Gandhi greeted the crowd by bringing his hands together at the top of the steps. The crowd separated as usual to let him reach the wooden platform. Crucially, no one was standing in Gandhi's way today. Now came the ultimate moment. In his last moments, Gandhi walked towards eternity. As they parted ways, Godse could see Gandhi approaching him directly. Suddenly, Godse decided to veer off course and kill Gandhi dead in the middle of the action. With his palms linked, Godse approached the Mahatma, elbowing his way through. With a modest bow, he uttered the words, "Namaste, Gandhiji." In a sign of respect, Gandhi clasped his hands together.
The weapon in Godse right hand was briefly exposed as he shoved Manu firmly away with his left hand. Her possessions shattered and dropped to the floor. She kept fighting with the mysterious attacker for a while longer. However, she kneeled down to get the rosary when it fell. Just as Gandhi was about to speak, Godse shot three rounds into his belly and chest, shattering the tranquil mood with an explosion of thunderous explosions. Gandhi remained standing with his hands still clasped as the third shot rang out. "He Ram, He Ram" ("Oh God, Oh God") was his gasp. Then, perhaps as a last act of ahimsa, he dropped gently to the floor with his palms still linked. Both females held the Mahatma's head while he slouched on the ground. His once-white shawl of Australian wool had become a crimson, splotchy mess as his face went pallid.
Death struck Mahatma Gandhi in the blink of an eye. The time was 5:17 p.m. Complying with Gandhi’s wish that his remains be immersed in the rivers of India, his ashes were collected in twenty urns and later sent to different regions of the country.
"If someone fires bullets at me and I die without a groan and with God's name on my lips, then you should tell the world that here was a real Mahatma." Gandhi had told Manu that very morning, anticipating the manner of his death. Over the course of his lifetime, Gandhi travelled from Porbandar to Delhi. Starting with an uprising in Natal against disenfranchisement, he later moved on to fight for freedom from British control in India and for justice and peace in a free India. From a common young guy to a Mahatma, he had come a long way.
He had made his way "from untruth to truth, from darkness to light, from death to immortality."
His wisdom had spread from India to every continent.
Ghandi memorial site
School girls visiting
The Birla House site
Ghandi was shot on the lawn as he exited from this home.
Reference:
Some excepts from the Ghandi memorial site the city of Madurai in Tamil Nadu, India. My visit
Gandhiji's study room at the Sabarmati Ashram, Ahmedabad.
Gandhi Research Foundation, Jalgaon
https://www.mkgandhi-sarvodaya.org/ site for scholsrs/researchers
https://www.history.com/topics/asian-history/gandhi-assassination
The Men Who Killed Gandhi by Manohar Malgonkar
Some explanations:
Bhagavad Gita
The holy book Bhagavad Gita was composed 5,153 years ago
The Bhagvad Gita tells us that each one of us should do our duty without expecting rewards. It also says that the path of devotion to God is open to all.The Bhagavad Gita emphasizes the importance of self-realization and the pursuit of knowledge as a means to attain spiritual enlightenment. It teaches that true wisdom lies in understanding the impermanence of the material world and recognizing the eternal nature of the soul.
Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, Verse 20: Why death is not the end
The Bhagavad Gita is an ancient Hindu scripture offering timeless wisdom on life's purpose and the path to spiritual liberation.
The final morning that Mahatma Gandhi will ever see was at precisely 3:30 in the morning on Friday, January 30, 1948.
In the midst of Delhi's chaotic atmosphere, he stayed in a ground-floor guest room at Birla Home, the Albuquerque Road estate of businessman and benefactor G. D. Birla. On September 9, 1947, Gandhi came to the war-torn capital of newly independent India from Calcutta, where he had created a miracle of peace. It had been nearly four months since his 78th and final birthday on January 30. It had been twelve days since his fasting brought about the reconciliation of hearts in Delhi. However, during the nightly prayer service at Birla House ten days prior, an attempt on his life was unsuccessful. Although he was aware that his life was in imminent danger, Gandhi was able to turn his attention back to the future now that things had calmed down in Delhi.
On Mahatma's last day, everything will be organized and bustling just like any other day. As soon as he sprang up from his board, he roused his companions. His grand-nieces Abha and Manu were among them, as were attendant Brij Krishna Chandiwala. He was without his usual companion, Dr. Sushila Nayar, who was in Pakistan. Just like any other regular Indian, he used a twig to clean his teeth.
Prayers were said on the chilly verandah where the group had slept at 3.45 in the morning. While Sushila was out, Manu took charge of reciting the Bhagavad Gita. They spoke the first two shlokas. I do not like these symptoms," he said as he pondered whether she should leave him. I pray that God does prolong my stay on earth so that I may see these things. In response to Manu's request, Gandhi chanted a popular Gujarati hymn in his honour. It opens with, "Whether weary or unweary, O man, do not tarry; stop not; your struggle if single-handed; continue; and do not tarry!"
Time for Gandhi's morning meal had come and gone, and the clock read 9.30. A decoction of ginger, sour limes, and aloes was served with the cooked vegetables, four oranges, twelve ounces of goat's milk, twelve ounces of tomatoes, and carrot juice. After that, about 10:30, Gandhi went back to sleep. Ghee was massaged into the bottoms of his feet. Around noon, he woke up and chugged a glass of honey-infused hot water. He went alone to the restroom after a while. He had not walked unsupported since his fast. Manu yelled out to him, "Bapuji, you look so lonely walking all by yourself!" Gandhi remarked, "It's nice, isn't it? " while laughing.(who was about five feet and five inches tall). He was 109 1/2 pounds. "Stroll alone, stroll alone!" Tagore made these closing remarks.
While enjoying the warm January afternoon, Gandhi laid down and applied a mud pack to his abdomen. He covered his face with the bamboo hat he had brought from Noakhali, which belonged to a farmer. Once again, Kanu and Abha tapped him on the foot. Time was passing rapidly. It had progressed until the middle of the afternoon. At approximately 2.15 pm, the daily interview round commenced as normal. People from all throughout India and even beyond were trying to get their voices heard. As the Sardar was scheduled to arrive at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Gandhi concluded the final interview. Gandhi got up from his seat and made his way to the restroom.
Manu was visited by two prominent Kathiawads, who expressed their desire to see Gandhi. She wanted to know if Gandhi would see them. "Tell them that I will, but only after the prayer meeting, and that too if I am still living," Gandhi said while Patel was present. Then we may discuss it further. The guests were invited to remain for the prayer meeting by Manu, who relayed Gandhi's response to them. Once again, Gandhi had brought up the subject of his probable impending death, this time in the presence of the man primarily responsible for ensuring his safety. Abha brought Gandhi his food while he spoke. Soup made with vegetables, goat's milk, oranges, and carrot juice were all part of it. After that, Gandhi requested his charkha, which he tenderly plied one final time.
Up until that fateful Friday, Gandhi's life had been somewhat ordinary. From the minute he awoke that morning in Retiring Room No. 6 of Old Delhi Railway Station, 37-year-old Hindu extremist Nathuram Godse's life was transformed. Because he planned to assassinate Mahatma Gandhi today. Narayan Apte and Vishnu Karkare, two more conspirators, joined Godse early in the morning. In reality, eight guys were plotting Gandhi's assassination. The three assassins who would carry out their group's second attempt at assassination spent the day plotting their murder and getting ready to do the horrible act. They would face the elevated platform where Gandhi sat and stand at the very edge of the throng, facing right. From around 35 feet away, Godse would fire a seven-chambered automatic pistol at Gandhi. They set out for Birla Temple at midday after leaving the railway station. Unlike the other two, Godse remained silent. The battle between khaki and khadi will take place at 4:30 when Godse, clad in a recently purchased khaki jacket, departs from the temple by tonga for Birla House. Godse, Apte, and Karkare all made it to Birla House by five o'clock. Without a hitch, all three made it into the grounds.
The afternoon has arrived. The winter sun was setting, turning the afternoon into nighttime. The scheduled prayer hour was five o'clock. In particular, Gandhi despised being tardy for religious services. By 5.10, they had had enough of waiting. Gandhi was shown Abha's watch. Stepping out into the twilight, Gandhi stood up, put on his chappals, and exited the room by the side door. He kept warm by donning a scarf. His two "walking sticks" were gently lent on, as was his normal practice. He had Abha to his left and Manu on his right. Now that they could see Gandhi approaching, the faithful congregation finally understood why the normally punctual leader had been tardy. This was the beginning of Mahatma Gandhi's last 200 yards, trek, or march. On this particular day, he departed from his customary route through the verdant Arbour to reach the property's right side. Because he was running behind schedule, he skipped the formal prayer area and went straight across the lawn to the stairs.
Gandhi greeted the crowd by bringing his hands together at the top of the steps. The crowd separated as usual to let him reach the wooden platform. Crucially, no one was standing in Gandhi's way today. Now came the ultimate moment. In his last moments, Gandhi walked towards eternity. As they parted ways, Godse could see Gandhi approaching him directly. Suddenly, Godse decided to veer off course and kill Gandhi dead in the middle of the action. With his palms linked, Godse approached the Mahatma, elbowing his way through. With a modest bow, he uttered the words, "Namaste, Gandhiji." In a sign of respect, Gandhi clasped his hands together.
The weapon in Godse right hand was briefly exposed as he shoved Manu firmly away with his left hand. Her possessions shattered and dropped to the floor. She kept fighting with the mysterious attacker for a while longer. However, she kneeled down to get the rosary when it fell. Just as Gandhi was about to speak, Godse shot three rounds into his belly and chest, shattering the tranquil mood with an explosion of thunderous explosions. Gandhi remained standing with his hands still clasped as the third shot rang out. "He Ram, He Ram" ("Oh God, Oh God") was his gasp. Then, perhaps as a last act of ahimsa, he dropped gently to the floor with his palms still linked. Both females held the Mahatma's head while he slouched on the ground. His once-white shawl of Australian wool had become a crimson, splotchy mess as his face went pallid.
Death struck Mahatma Gandhi in the blink of an eye. The time was 5:17 p.m. Complying with Gandhi’s wish that his remains be immersed in the rivers of India, his ashes were collected in twenty urns and later sent to different regions of the country.
"If someone fires bullets at me and I die without a groan and with God's name on my lips, then you should tell the world that here was a real Mahatma." Gandhi had told Manu that very morning, anticipating the manner of his death. Over the course of his lifetime, Gandhi travelled from Porbandar to Delhi. Starting with an uprising in Natal against disenfranchisement, he later moved on to fight for freedom from British control in India and for justice and peace in a free India. From a common young guy to a Mahatma, he had come a long way.
He had made his way "from untruth to truth, from darkness to light, from death to immortality."
His wisdom had spread from India to every continent.
Ghandi memorial site
School girls visiting
The Birla House site
Ghandi was shot on the lawn as he exited from this home.
Reference:
Some excepts from the Ghandi memorial site the city of Madurai in Tamil Nadu, India. My visit
Gandhiji's study room at the Sabarmati Ashram, Ahmedabad.
Gandhi Research Foundation, Jalgaon
https://www.mkgandhi-sarvodaya.org/ site for scholsrs/researchers
https://www.history.com/topics/asian-history/gandhi-assassination
The Men Who Killed Gandhi by Manohar Malgonkar
Some explanations:
Bhagavad Gita
The holy book Bhagavad Gita was composed 5,153 years ago
The Bhagvad Gita tells us that each one of us should do our duty without expecting rewards. It also says that the path of devotion to God is open to all.The Bhagavad Gita emphasizes the importance of self-realization and the pursuit of knowledge as a means to attain spiritual enlightenment. It teaches that true wisdom lies in understanding the impermanence of the material world and recognizing the eternal nature of the soul.
Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, Verse 20: Why death is not the end
The Bhagavad Gita is an ancient Hindu scripture offering timeless wisdom on life's purpose and the path to spiritual liberation.
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