An Autobiography of a River - Essay

Born in the lap of the Himlayas, I have been flowing towards the sea for ages, through hills and valleys and planes by earning love and good wishes of all whom I meet on my long way.
I am a river, a dancing maid, who knows not how to tarry for a while. When I was given this eternal flow I remember not, and when it will end is a mystery to me. This much I know that I was given my birth to serve the earth with her animate or inanimate creations. My life is a dedicat­ed one, meant to purify the filth of the earth.
I wash and carry away the polluted articles, such as the smelly corpses of men and beasts, the wastages of oils and chemicals of the mills, and the excretory refuse of the towns and villages-all sorts of dirty accumulations from my both the banks.
Still with a gay heart, I run and jump and sing my mur­muring song, as I pass through the green paddy fields, dense forests or thickly populated inhabitations. The sky overhead protects me with its endless roof; the sun gives me his brightest rays, while the moon plays with me the game of tides : ebb and flow; the passing clouds shower their secret treasures on my hidden heart to make me happy.
I give shelter to the fishes and the aquatic animals; I give company to the innocent boatmen; I enjoy the music of the birds flying in the blue sky above, or settling on the flowing water-hyacinths on my broad bed.
I welcome the soft rays of the setting sun that creates a beautiful glare on my little ripples, when the wind blows slowly. With sun rays I look different at day, and with moon rays mystic at night. I live and will live to continue my eternal journey with my ever youthful heart.

An Autobiography of a Horse - Essay

I am an Arabian horse named 'Prince'. I am at present two-and-half years old. I was imported by a famous business man named Ibrahim Munshi.
My jockey Babulal is a good friend of mine. I try to keep his head high on the race ground. But I do not like my master, for he is a proud man. He thinks that because he had paid a heavy sum for my purchase, I am bound to run as the fastest horse in the race. He is concerned more about money than about myself, while other owners of horses caressing their pets and encouraging them by patting on their back, before they appear on the race course ground. Still, I do not dishearten my owner. In the last year's race, I won quite a few that fetched him lakhs of rupees. Still he is not happy.
This year there has so far been only seven race days, in which I took part, and on three consecutive days, I stood first on two occasions. But on the last day of the race, I unfortu­nately met with an accident while taking a turn as I ran fast and my left hind leg was wounded. That prevented me from doing well in that race. The doctor had advised rest for me until my wound was cured.
Now I heard that my master has told the jockey that he would not sell me to anyone for his prestige's sake, but that he was going to shoot me dead, and get rid of me, as I am unable to run like before. I have been passing sleepless nights since I heard this bad news. I know not when my last hour would come. Winning a race gets a horse garlands and trophies, while a wounded race horse has to face death, for no fault of his. What a fate it is!

essay on Autobiography of a Pen

I am an old fountain pen now finding my place in a dark corner of a cupboard of my master Sri Rajan, who is no more. I belong to the family of 'Black Birds'. I was manufactured in England 55 years ago and was shipped to Madras for sale. Messrs Simpsons on the Mount Road, Madras was our wholesale dealer. From there I was sent to 'Pen Corner' in Georgetown, Madras. Mr. Rajan, then a young boy of 16 appearing for the matriculation examination, bought me for Rs. 3/-.
I felt happy that I got a new master, a brilliant young lad whom I am going to serve for some years. My color was black and my nib was gold-coated with a firm point. My writing was smooth and it was like sailing on calm waters. I preferred 'Swan' ink, blue or black. It was my master's choice to select the ink. My master first used me to take his matriculation examination. Whether it was due to his hand writing or my beautiful flow I cannot say, but he passed his examination with distinction. That helped me to gain the love of my master who then onwards considered me as a lucky possession. I was always his companion finding my place comfortably in the pocket of his neat shirts. We both developed an inseparable intimacy and he believed that his progress in education and getting a good executive job in government through direct recruitment as a Revenue Divisional Officer was all due to me.
Many pens costlier and more beautiful came his way. But I never lost my place of privilege on their account, from my master. They were also used. But for anything important or sacred, I was to be there for my master to write. I enjoyed the privilege of a Royal Queen.
Then came a change in the clan of pens. Ink pens gave place to ball point pens. Everyone preferred the new variety, as it avoids the need for frequent refilling with ink. As any other young man getting attracted to things new and fashionable, my master too preferred a ball point pen. Then he started ignoring me, which I never dreamt of. Still my attachment to my master was so sentimental that he never gave up my use altogether. On ceremonial occasions and personal matters, it was I who was preferred. It was I who wrote all his letters of love to his dear wife. It was I who wrote the news of his first born and still it was I who wrote the marriage invitations of his first boy. That was my great association with my master.
Time rolls on and the retirement of my boss and his exit from the beautiful world followed soon. With none to take care of me and none to recognize the important events in my life. I was pushed to the corner of my master's cupboard. Here I am living, but dead already for all purposes.

essay on the Autobiography of a Postcard

I was a beautiful bamboo shoot in my previous life. My life was cut short and I was sent to a paper mill where I was made into pulp. The various turns in the machinery gave me a new shape and colour and pushed me out lifeless, as a thick card with cream colour. The bundles with no life were sent to the' printing press where a new life is given.
One fine day, the bundle was taken out and the words 'Post Card', 'Address only' along with the Government emblem and cost 25 paise. were printed on the face of the card. Then they were separated by suitably cutting them. Each one of them got a life and a value. I thus got my new life as a postcard and my value was 25 paise. We were 20 cards in a bundle and were despatched to various parts of the country. It fell to my lot to be sent to the General Post Office, Hyderabad. Days passed as we were kept in a stock room with no knowledge of our future.
One fine morning we were taken out for sale. Four of us went to the hands of a young handsome man who from then onwards became our boss. He was a Junior Officer in a firm, living alone in a small house in the posh locality of Banjara Hills known for its scenic beauty and wealthy residents. My new master had a good lot of friends and mostly he was talking to them over phone with no need to use us. Then came his birthday coupled with his promotion. It was an occasion of joy and happiness. He started making use of us as telephones went out of order due to heavy rains.
He addressed me to his girl friend Lata, saying that he got his promotion and also informing her about his date of birth as she is yet to know it. He concluded the letter with words of love. I was despatched to an address at Delhi to carry his message. I was happy that I am carrying a happy message and my life is going to unite two young souls. I was posted in the post office at Banjara Hills. The postman stamped on me the date. Sorting was done. I was put in the bundle going to Delhi which carried many other letters, covers, registered letters etc. Some Air Mail letters going to America and Japan were with us before sorting, but now they got into a separate bag.
I was puzzled. Then an Air Mail cover going to the U.S.A. laughed at me and said "Oh, you PostCard. Don't you know your class? You are the lowest. How could you dream of coming into our bag and travel by air?" I never knew till then that there would be class distinctions even in letters and cards, as human beings are divided into classes of 'Haves' and 'Have nots'. What cannot be cured has to be endured. So I accepted the 'Karma Philosophy' of our land and moved to Delhi.
I reached my destination - No.6., Ashoka Road, New Delhi, and was delivered to Miss Lata. She went through the contents and kissed me, a kiss of love and affection. I was thrilled as that-was the first kiss I ever got from a beautiful lady and thought I achieved my purpose in life. She took me for reading a number of times, whenever she found time and kept me with her for days together. Then came her marriage with her boy friend. With their union I lost my value. I now remain in a cupboard in her room not cared for as a retired old man waiting for his last call. Well, that is the way of the world.

Essay on An Autobiography of a doormat

I am a doormat, and my life consists of only people walking upon my body and rubbing their feet or shoes on me. All the dust and dirt the shoes gather from the roads, parks etc. are neatly deposited on my body, and I, believe me, assimilate it all. This is my life, a life of scorn hate and of being used only in collection of dirt.
For a long time, I actually cannot really assess how long it must have been, but it was quite long while I lay in a shop, in an area I think called Lajpat Nagar. There, in the midst of so many of my friends and colleagues small and big, it was a lot of fun and enjoyment.
We often discussed life, and even the people who came to our shop. The haggling of the customers and the arguments put up by the salesman on our shop was really very interesting to hear, and the fun took the toll of the whole day in no time. Before we would know it, it would be time of the evening to pack up.
So very interesting life was for us, that, time just flew. In the daytime when the shop was opened, we were all neatly decorated in the front of the shop in tall heaps, and a large stock of my friends would lie huddled up in one corner of the shop. I was very lucky as, I was always put in front of the shop and, never dumped in a corner.
This is because I think I was and still am very beautiful and attractive. This was my routine in the shop together with my friends whom I miss even to day.
Daily we would enjoy the discussions about us, and in general about the world among our customers, and thus/ not a moment of boredom did I ever feel at the shop. Every day some customers would come and go, and sure enough some of my friends would be bought and find a home, and walk off the scene of the shop.
At times this made me feel rather lonely, and to some extent even worried. I often worried why people would see me and then not choose me, and instead take some other friend of mine. Seeing this for some time, I started feeling rather depressed and I even felt that there must be something really wrong with me that no one wants to take me.
With this sort of feelings, an unhappy mood would often creep in my usually jolly mind. However, the morning would bring in new hope and so every morning I would hope that some one would at last like me and purchase me.
After a long wait in moods of depression and boredom finally one day, a fine looking young lady set her hands on me and expressed a desire to buy me.
It is then during the argument between her and my master that I came to know why I had been left for so long in this showroom when so many of my simpler looking friends had found homes.
When the lady asked the price for me she just jumped in shock, and then I realised that, I was too expensive, and she kept on haggling. All this time of arguments I kept my fingers crossed wondering if she would finally buy me at all or just leave me and go.
This thought of being left back in the shop even after having been chosen was absolutely unbearable but, Lady Luck finally smiled at me and, I was neatly rolled up and handed over to the lady.
Till I reached my new home and I was appreciated by one and all who saw me I really did not know that I was so very beautiful. The children, the guests who came to the house all just loved me and this infused new life and hope in me.
It all helped in boosting my morale and, once again started feeling comfortable and happy. I did not even know how to serve my master but the family was very helpful and they all helped me in feeling at home.
My first experience with life came when the first guest who came to the house and rubbed his dirty shoes on my new neat and clean body. I was pained physically with the harsh rub- and also mentally I was rather upset wondering if this was to be my work always.
To my surprise that very day I came to know that this was to be my onerous task day in and day out. The thought, I must tell you really did disappoint me but then, as time passed by, I got used to this fact of life.
Moreover, my other friends in the house explained to me that I should not feel bad when people rub their feet on my back and clean up their feet/ shoes, instead, I should feel proud that I help people in maintaining cleanliness, and I also help in maintaining the house clean of all dirt.
As time passed by, the thought of serving the family in keeping their house clean and thus healthy, gave me a lot of solace and satisfaction.
Now, I have been in this house for six months. I have taken quite a long time in adjusting myself to all the rude facts of my life but now, I am quite happy and comfortable with the work and duties allotted to me.
Physically, yes, when people rub their shoes on my back it still hurts my body but, mentally and morally I am now quite satisfied with my work, my profession, and my life.
I do sometimes wonder what my end will be, as, I have heard that some of my old friends in this house only have been thrown away in the dustbins of the Municipality. I know that, this is exactly what will happen to me also when I am old and am not able to serve my masters with the same efficiency.
Whatever may be in store for me in the future I am presently, enjoying my life thoroughly, sitting snugly in the huge sitting room of the master and his family; why worry about the future let me live in the present and have a gala time.

An Autobiography Of A Sweeper

No matter how much people talk from rostrums and from housetops, about equality, the dent once put on the existence of my class, I feel, can never really go. My personal view is that, birth does make a lot of difference to an individual's life, life style, and future.
I am a sweeper working in the Municipal Corporation of Delhi. My salary is not too bed, it is about Rs.3000/-, but the stigma of being a sweeper never gets eliminated from my personality.
Born in a family of sweepers I remember how my grandparents suffered at the hands of people of the upper caste. They were so ill-treated that even I sometimes wondered whether we were human beings like all the others or, belonged to some other unearthly planet.
The abuses they got to hear, the treatment meted out to them and the status they held in the society was just deplorable. To-day things have changed a lot in my time; yet, the discrimination is more felt than seen. On the face of it a lot is being done but the ground reality still is that we are abhorred though not maltreated.
When I was a young lad I was sent to a school which was meant for children of only sweepers and the like. This thought itself was sufficiently depressing and a clear indicator of life that is and life that will be.
I do wonder how it will be possible to improve my status if I continued to move among my class only, and that I would have to, as, I would not be allowed to enter any other class of society.
After reaching STD. VI, I revolted against my parents and the school for accepting this kind of humiliation, and, I
demanded admission in a good school where other children of higher castes studied. This was as if asking for the moon but, after a long drawn out struggle for my right to study in any school of my choice finally I did succeed and got admission in a Christian Public School.
In studies I was quite good so, I managed to pass through my STD. X with 65% marks. However, this was to be the end of my dream of becoming something in this world. Now, I realized that, with these marks, it was impossible to get admission in any college for higher studies.
In these days of tough competition when children with 90% have to struggle for admission then where would I stand a chance of any admission with just a 65%? So no, though I had passed STD. X, what avail was it I would not be any better off in the job market. Now the position was that, I could not dream of getting a job or of studying any further - what a dilemma I was in.
However, life is a story of hopes and frustrations, so, after passing STD. X I wasted two full years in looking for an opportunity to improve my status but alas! nothing could be realized and, I, at the age of eighteen finally landed in the job of a sweeper in the Municipal Corporation of Delhi.
The lesson that I have learnt after this fruitless struggle is that, birth seals a human being's fate. No matter how much we try it is impossible to get out of the rut in which one is born.
To day, I have been in this job for five years; I am now married and have parents, a wife and two children to look after. The money I get is just sufficient to pull through the month, but the status I have gnaws at me all the time. What ambitions I had at one time, to improve my status in the society, but nothing could be achieved except the traditional job of my forefathers i.e. of a sweeper.
It is a fact that the status one is born with can never be dispensed with no matter how much we try. To this life I have to stick till God gives me death and then a new life of a person of a higher caste, with a different parental home and a better family and thus a better status. Now I can only hope that things change more when my children enter their lives of adulthood. As far as I am concerned, I have decided to wait for my next life, a new assignment of a new life.

essay on autobiography of a Postal Stamp

I never knew what I was going to be when I was a glazed white paper taken to the postal printing press. When I entered the press, those who went there earlier were coming out with different pictures, printed in different colours - green, blue, red, brown etc. They were also given a price. Some I saw were for 10 Ps., some for 50 Ps., some for one rupee etc. I was puzzled to know as to what my lot is going to be. It was not long before I got a print on my face, a picture and a price. The picture of the Father of the Nation, Mahatma Gandhi, was printed in brown colour on me and my cost was fixed as Re.1/-. The sheet to which I belong got 200 such prints, 20 vertical and 10 horizontal. We were sent to another machine which pasted gum on our backs.
From the printing press we were bundled in 100 sheets each and despatched to General Post Office, Hyderabad for sale. I waited for my turn to be sold. On 25th of February a beautiful middle aged lady bought ten of us along with other stamps of different values. On 28th February, she wrote a letter to her son studying at Cincinati, Ohio state, the U.S.A and putting it in a cover, she pasted a stamp of Rs.100/- plus three of us on the cover. The cover with four of us pasted on was posted at G.P.O on 29th of February.
The postman collected the cover along with others and stamped on us G.P.O., Hyderabad dated 29 Feb. We, a few, meant to go to the U.S.A were put in an Air Mail bag and despatched by plane to America. I reached my destination on 5th of March. The young lad, a university student, was the man in whose hands I finally fell. He is a collector of postal stamps and so he was able to see the specialty in me. I did not myself know it earlier.
Can you guess? It is not that I am different in colour, size or shape or in picture with other one rupee stamps he got earlier. It is the date stamped on me that is special.
Raja, is the name of the young lad I referred to. He removed me entirely and with tact, as the date was very clear on me and not on others. He took me to his room and pasted me in his Stamp Album along with many other stamps which he had collected. They belonged to different countries. When I was pasted in the album I was all alone. Many stamps joined me day after day. I could find in my company stamps belonging to different countries - England, Indonesia and Japan all (carrying different pictures and of different values, but all stamped the same date at the place of their postings.
We may not be useful once again to carry letters. But our master Raja knowns our value. In the coming two or three decades he says that my value will go up thousands of times because we would then be rare stamps and special in nature. Can you ever believe that the value of a man increases after death? But in our case it is happening that is the wonder about me and my fellow brothers.

Biography of DR. RAJENDRA PRASAD - the first President of India

Dr. Rajendra Prasad, a statesman and social worker, was the first President of the Republic of India. He was a great educationist and a man of world fame. He was an author too.
Dr. Rajendra Prasad was born on 3rd December, 1884 at Saran District in Bihar. His educational career was very bright. He stood first in the Entrance Examination of Kolkata University in 1902.
He also stood first in M.A. and L.L.B. Examinations. After passing Law he started his practice at Patna High Court. His practice was very roaring and he achieved a great success as a lawyer. He earned a lot by his practice, but he always spent a considerable part of his income on the welfare of people. He was married to Rajbansi Devi, who was also a very simple lady.
The atmosphere of the village where he was brought up was very simple. Far away from the crowded cities, in the lap of Mother Nature, in peace and purity of life, he passed his dhood.
The simple sports, the simple dress, the simple behaviour of villagers, the co-existence of Hindus and Muslims, the Ram Lila celebrations every year, the stories of Ramayana and the hymns of God which were recited by his mother all had a pious and lasting effect on his mind. So he remained very simple, peace-loving, religious and believer in Hindu Muslim unity.
Dr. Prasad joined Gokhale's Servant of India Society and began to do the work of social service. He started his political career as a social worker. He came under the influence of Mahatma Gandhi since the Champaran Satyagraha of 1918. He came in the light when he took sincere part in Champaran Satyagraha.
The ghastly massacre of Jallianwala Bagh at Amritsar on April 13, 1919 deeply perturbed Rajendra Babu. Due to his selfless service he was called "Bihar Ka Bapu". He was sent to prison from time to time. He bore punishments happily. He struggled bravely.
Throughout his life he followed the principle of 'simple living and high thinking. When India declared a sovereign Republic, he was elected President of it and adored the post for two successive terms. He was the most uncontroversial figure in the Indian politics.
Under his presidentship the country made all round progress and prosperity. Even in Rashrapati Bhawan he led the life of simple man. He was a true Gandhian, who always followed his high valued principles at every step.
In 1962 he was at the age of 78. His health was deteriorating fast and therefore he handed over the charge of presedent to Sarvapalli Dr. Radhakrishnan and came to Patna to spend the rest of his life peacefully at Sadaquat Ashram the place from where he had started his political life. But Rajendra Babu could not live there for long. On February 28, 1963 he breathed his last. His death was a great loss for the nation.
People were shocked to hear this sad news. Now he is not among us but his high principles amd ideals are still alive to show us the right path. We should take now to follow them at every step in our life. That will be the right tribute to the great soul. His simplicity seems to be very relevant today. Perhaps it was his extreme simplicity that brought to him the title of Deshratna. He was confirmed on Bharat Ratna in 1962.

Biography of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

In every period of man's activity there have appeared significant figures to whom history later points as the leaders of a new age. Such men are dynamic, purposeful, prophetic and dangerous to the estab­lished order and habit of their time.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was such a figure, known to the world as Mahatma Gandhi, born on October 2, .1869, in the small state of Porbandar, Western India, where his grandfather, father, and elder brother were prime ministers. His father later became prime minister of the Kathiawar States of Rajkot (to which Mohandas was taken as a boy of seven) and Vankaner.
Mohandas was the youngest child of a large family. Though well known and influential, it was of humble stock. Unlike many of his distinguished con­temporaries, Mohandas Gandhi came not from the first, or Brahman, caste of Hindus, but from the Bania sub-caste of the third, or Vaisya, caste. Nor were the Gandhis in any way noted for scholarship. Kaba Gandhi, the father of Mohandas, "had no education, save that of experience." In his academic education Mohandas never went beyond the matriculation examination of London University. For his mother he had a beautiful and steadfast love. Her gentle­ness of character, her natural wisdom and her deep religious sense made a profound impression upon him from his earliest years. Probably this love was one of the deepest emotions of his life and gave him the tenderness that is so much a part of his otherwise Spartan disposition. It was in this background that his early years were spent.
Following the custom of his day and country, he was betrothed when he was seven, and was married at thirteen, to a girl slightly younger. Although still children they shared the same sleeping room, and as soon as the boy was physically capable, consummation of the marriage took place, much to his own horror and disgust in later years. His reactions to that period of his life, with its tormenting unrest, brought a strong antipathy to the expression of sex-life. When the fires of early manhood had died down, he vowed himself to celibacy for self-discipline,-a fact that colored all the after years. He fully believed that his child-wife was his own to mould as he liked, irrespective of what she herself desired. Fortunately she possessed a personality and a will not easily subdued to his pattern, and she always retained some peculiar quality and an independence of her own.
Being of a Vaishnava family, largely influenced by Jainism, he was strictly vegetarian. Yet, as a youth, he was tempted secretly to eat meat and so break the caste-rules; and this for two reasons. The first was his own delicacy of physique and an intense desire to become a strong, healthy man. The second was his earnest desire for India to be a free and forceful nation. He reasoned within himself, after listening to the talk of other young people around him that Englishmen walked over the land as conquerors; they had power to command others; they were meat- eaters; therefore, if India wished to free herself from the domination of the foreigner, she must cultivate strength; and meat-eating was the first step in this direction.
The taste of flesh was, however, obnoxious, and flesh-eating soon ended. But he had done more than break his caste-rules. For the first and last time he consciously lied.
Gandhi had repeatedly called himself a Truth-seeker and had learned, in the course of his search, that truth is a condition of being, not a quality outside of oneself or a moral acquisition; that it is of the very essence of the Divine in man. Though he saw deceit and falsehood all around him, and knew that it was accepted as the standard of life by people occupying positions of authority and influence, he was never afterwards tempted to yield to it, even when to have done so would have brought advantage and no condemnation.
For healing he always had a great love and some aptitude, and when, at the age of seventeen, his family in conclave suggested his going to England to study law, he begged to be allowed to study medicine instead. This, how­ever, was not permitted; law was chosen for him. But the love of healing re­mained, and though he could not study in the orthodox schools of medicine, he gratified his desire by studying various forms of Nature-cure treatment and by experimenting with these on his own person and on his friends and relatives. Some of these experiments produced remarkable results, possibly not only due to the treatment, but to his devoted and instinctive nursing.
One such striking case was his cure of two plague patients in South Africa, when twenty others, who were treated by the orthodox methods, died. Another equally remarkable cure was that of his wife, who in middle life developed pernicious anaemia and was given up by the doctors as a hopeless case, unless recourse could be had to meat juices and other .special treatment. This being refused, the doctor in attendance left the case, and Gandhi's Nature-cure methods were resorted to. Soon an improvement in the general condition of the patient was noticed, the treat­ment continued, and she recovered. Before leaving India for his, studies abroad his mother persuaded him to take a solemn vow before a Jain monk never to touch wine, women, or meat. This vow he kept religi­ously despite the many temptations that were thrust upon him.
His first days in England were an agony; he was home­sick and unhappy. Everything was strange-the people, the houses, the method of life, the idiom of the language and, worst of all, the food. He felt an intense longing for home and its familiar sights, sounds, and smells. But to have returned straightway, as his misery tempted him to do, would be an impossible act of cowardice. So he suffered and endured. Frequently starving himself, so as to be sure that he did not betray his vow, he gradually settled down, made some friends, started his studies, and set him­self to acquire some of the so-called accomplishments of polite society. He reclosed himself, adopting the dress of the day-even to the extent of investing in a silk hat. Strange how clothes played a symbolic part in the life of this man! He never just accepted clothes, but used them as an indication of an inner conviction. In after years, having identified himself with the poor, in whose face he saw God, he wore the pe­asant's loin-cloth.
He tried to learn to dance, but had no ear for rhythm and, failing in his attempt, gave it up. He also tried to learn to play the violin, but he was not, an artist, except in the art of life itself; and he soon abandoned the bow and strings. He turned his attention to dietetics, always, of course, along vegetarian or fruitarian lines, and became, both in England and later in South Africa, an ardent propa­gandist.
In studying these early years of Gandhi's life, it becomes easier to understand his later developments. One can see in them all the seeds that later flow­ered into full bloom.
now to have to conduct a case, even the placing of the bare facts of it before the Court, was more than he could do. He rose to speak, but became tongue- tied. Baffled, he begged to be relieved of his case and hastened from the Court in shame and anguish, vowing never to appear again until he had learned to master himself and could use his brain and body as the instruments of his will. The family fortunes were too slender to allow him to stand apart and study the art of advocacy; he felt compelled to earn money, and he returned to Rajkot to assist his brother in a small legal business already established. There his wife gave birth to their first living child. Gandhi, however, was not destined for a life set in a normal key, and soon the call came to him to move on.
It is interesting to glance back over the lives of great men and to see how circumstances, apparently insignificant in themselves, take them in hand and compel them to a desired end. They seem almost to be a plaything in the hands of a Player; but the Player knows the end of the game, the plaything only obeys the urge that so often seems blindly to move him forward.
The first great period of Gandhi's adult life, covering the years 1893 to 1914, now opens. A small hurt to self- esteem, a disappointment in Porbandar, the offer of a commission to go to South Africa for a year to represent profes­sionally an Indian firm which had an important case pending in the South African Republic, and the first step was taken upon his path of destiny.
Of South Africa and its problems he knew practically nothing. His political sense had not as yet been developed, and of the position of Indians there he had never thought. His clients were wealthy, and he may have believed that South Africa was a land of sunshine and plenty.
He arrived in Durban in 1893, having no reason to expect other than good and decent treatment. Though he had had a foretaste of racial arrogance in India, it was not until he arrived in South Africa that he felt its full force and understood the grave nature of the colour-bar. It is not, therefore, surprising to find that, having made some study of the disabilities and grievances of his countrymen in Natal and the neighboring Republic, he was prevailed upon by them (when his professional task was completed to the satisfaction of both parties) to stay in Durban and help them to secure redress and improve their status.
He made it a condition that he should receive no payment for his public work, but asked for his countrymen's support in his legal practice, if they had confidence in his professional ability. Throughout his stay in South Africa, and until he renounced practice in 1908 in order to devote himself entirely to the service of his countrymen there, he enjoyed to the full the confidence of a large clientele, but always he devoted a considerable proportion of his earnings to charity and to the public needs of the Indian community.
Of his professional work he said: "I realized that the true function of a lawyer was to unite parties riven asunder. The lesson was so indelibly burnt into me, that a large part of my time during the twenty years of my practice as a lawyer was occupied in bringing about private compromises of hundreds of cases. I lost nothing thereby-not even money, certainly not my soul."
The Indians had originally been taken from the United Provinces, Bihar and Madras (mostly Hindus), to South Africa in 1860, under indenture, at a time when the Colony of Natal was threatened with bankruptcy through an inadequate supply of native African labour. The economic situation had been saved and prosperity had been restored and largely increased through the labours of these indentured Indians, in whose wake and primarily to supply whose needs, upon the insistence of the Government of India, there had followed in due course, at first from Mauritius and later from Bombay, Gujarati merchants and traders (mostly Muslims). All alike were denied citizenship rights and were dubbed contemptuously "coolies" (Gandhi himself being known as "the coolie lawyer") by the white colonists.
In the course of time some of these Indians had entered the South African Republic. At first no difficulties had been raised but, as time passed, trade jealousy, aided by colour prejudice, resulted in "anti-Asiatic" legislation and administrative practice by the Boer Government, involving race-segregation and the denial to Indians of civil rights enjoyed by the white immigrants. The British Government constantly protested to the Boer authorities against their anti-Indian policy. It is conceivable that Gandhi may have, all unconsciously, received his first suggestions regarding the method of civil disobedience when, the Boer Government having refused to issue any more trading licences to Indians, the British Agent at Pretoria recommended them to tender the licence-fees and, if the licences were still refused, to trade without them. Later, when the Government threatened to prosecute for trading without licences, the British Agent warmly approved of the advice given to the traders to pay no bail or fines, but to go to jail.
During this time repeated representa­tions, many of them drafted by Gandhi himself, were made by the Indian community against this oppression, and it is on record that the Indian grievances against the Republican Government were included in the British cases belli, Lord Lansdowne declaring at Sheffield, in 1899: "Among the many misdeeds of the South African Republic I do not know that any fills me with more indignation than its treatment of these Indians."
In Natal, where Gandhi had founded and was actively working as the Hon. Secretary of the Natal Indian Congress, the situation was not much better under responsible government. He was largely instrumental in inducing the Colonial Office, under Mr. Joseph Chamberlain, to refuse acceptance of the Asiatics' Exclusion Act, passed by the Natal Legislature, on account of its breach of the Imperial policy against racial legislation; but he and his countrymen could not prevent the virtual disfranchise­ment of the Indian population (excepting the few already on the voters' roll) on the ground that they did not enjoy the franchise in India.
Soon a strong anti-Indian movement was in full swing in the colony, and he was accordingly deputed to go to India in 1896 to represent the Indian grievances to the Government and people. Partly because of misrepresentations in the Natal press of his activities and partly because of the circulation of a report that the ships bringing him and a number of Indian indentured labourers to South Africa in the following year were carrying large numbers of skilled workers from India to take the place of white workers, an unruly demonstra­tion was made against him on arrival at Durban; he was physically assaulted, and he escaped with difficulty in a policeman's uniform.
When the Boer War began, in 1899, Gandhi, loyal British subject and proud of the British connection, reminded his countrymen that, if they demanded rights, they must also bear responsibilities. The Indian community accordingly offered their services in any capacity, however menial, and at last, against great opposition, induced the military authorities to accept an Indian Ambulance Corps, whose principal leader was Gandhi. Though the authorities did not require the Corps to enter the firing-line, it repeatedly did so in the great emergency that arose, and Gandhi records that it carried from the field of Chieveley the body of Lord Roberts' son. The Indian contribution to the campaign was praised by General Buller and widely appreciated, even by former political opponents. Gandhi and the other Indian leaders received medals for their services when the Corps was disbanded.
In 1901 Gandhi, refusing costly gifts from his compatriots, returned to India for reasons of health, with the intention of settling in Bombay. But Fate willed otherwise. When, a few months later, Mr. Chamberlain went out to South Africa to lay down the lines of permanent settlement of the British- Boer controversy, the Natal Indian community called urgently to Gandhi to return in order to help them to make the necessary representations on their behalf for citizenship rights. He responded from a strong sense of duty and led the Indian deputation to Mr. Chamberlain. Shortly afterwards, when the Colonial Secretary went to the Transvaal, Gandhi was summoned there by the Indian settlers, whose representation he drafted and, at their request, he settled in practice in Johannesburg, where he felt that he could be of the maximum service to his compatriots. To their dismay they found that not only was the Boer anti-Indian legislation and administration- against which the British Government before the war had so energetically protested-maintained; it was tightened up and added to under the Crown Colony regime.
In order to protect the community against inroads upon their few remaining rights, Gandhi helped to set up the Transvaal British Indian Association, of which he became the Hon. Secretary and the draftsman of its many powerful memorials. The Association had repeatedly drawn attention to the neglect by the Johannesburg Municipality of sanitary conditions in the Indian location, where the majority of the Indians resided. When, therefore, in 1904, plague broke out there, Gandhi refused to allow the major responsibility for the outbreak to be thrust upon his countrymen and demanded that it should be placed where it properly belonged. Closing his office he devoted himself to sanitary work and evacuation and to the nursing of the victims, for which he received the acknowledgment of the medical officer of health.
But the mischief was done. In addition to the generally prevalent anti- Asiatic prejudice, trade-jealousy was aroused once more by the distribution of a large part of the Indian trading population from the burnt-out Johannesburg Location to other towns in the Transvaal, creating the impression of an 'Asiatic invasion." Pressure was now brought to bear by the white trading community upon the authorities to protect the Colony from this "invasion," and, in due course, the anti-Indian campaign bore fruit.
Two events of importance at this stage of Gandhi's career occurred. The first was his taking over of the full financial responsibility for the Inter­national Printing Press and the weekly newspaper, Indian Opinion, to which he had already generously contributed by both purse and pen. The paper became an invaluable propaganda organ for the South African Indian population and for Gandhi's own views on matters affecting it. Towards the end of 1904 he had transferred both the press and the paper to the Phoenix settlement, near Durban, which he had established as the result of his conversion to the Ruskin ideal of the "simple life" after reading "Unto This Last." He had already made deep studies of the Sermon on the Mount and the Bhagavad Gita, and had been much influenced by Tolstoy's writings. Here he set up a little colony of Indian and European friends and colleagues who lived and worked happily together in public service. During the later Passive Resistance struggle the paper helped greatly, under Gandhi's guidance and inspiration, to preserve unity among his countrymen, to encourage the Hindu- Mohammedan collaboration for which he has always stood, and to explain to the outside world the motives underlying the struggle and its objective.
In 1906 there occurred the Native Rebellion in Natal. In this new emer­gency the Indian community, under Gandhi's leadership, offered a stretcher- bearer company to the Government, who accepted it, with Gandhi as its sergeant- major. The company rendered valuable service and upon its disbandment at the end of the rebellion the community received the warm thanks of the Government.
In 1902 the Transvaal Government, upon an assurance to the Indian community that this would be the final identification requirement, had induced the leaders to agree to the exchange of the old Boer residential licence receipts for immigration permits to male Indians bearing the owner's right thumb impression.
Scarcely, however, had Gandhi returned to Johannesburg after the rebellion, than a draft ordinance was published, cancelling, in breach of Lord Milner's earlier undertaking, the permits issued to the Asiatic settlers. It required men and women alike to satisfy the authorities afresh of their bona fides, by making application for certificates of registration bearing a full set of finger impressions, previously demanded only of convicted prisoners.
A mass meeting of protest was held in Johannesburg, which he addressed and which, at Gandhi's instance, took an oath to adopt Passive Resistance and to go to jail rather than accept a law that was regarded as an insult to the Indian community and to the Motherland. As a result of energetic representations the Indian leaders secured the exclusion of women from the proposed legislation, but they failed to persuade the Government, to drop the measure, which was ultimately passed by the Legislative Council. As the ordinance was of a differential character, it was reserved for the royal assent.
With a view to prevent this, Gandhi and a colleague were sent to England as a deputation. In consequence of their activities in London, the South Africa British Indian Committee was set up there, with Lord Ampthill as its president, and in the end the royal assent was refused.
This result, whilst welcomed as a great victory for right and justice by the South African Indian community and by the public in India, was deeply resented by the white population of the Transvaal. Within a few months responsible Government was accorded to the Colony, and the first important measure passed by the new legislature was the almost textual re-enactment of the disallowed ordinance. The royal assent was, notwithstanding the strong protests of the Indian community and of the Government of India, given in view of the new constitutional status of the Colony, and the historic Passive Resistance Campaign was immediately launched by the Indian community under Gandhi's guidance. Gandhi and a number of other leaders were arrested, convicted and imprisoned; but the campaign continued to gather force, until the Botha Government decided to negotiate with Gandhi through General Smuts, the Minister of the Interior. An agreement was reached, upon the basis of voluntary registration. According to Gandhi's statement to his compatriots immediately upon his release and contradicted at the time by the authorities, when the voluntary registration was successfully completed the "Black Act" (No. 2 of 1907) was to be repealed, and the voluntary registration certificates were to be validated.
A few of his countrymen failed to appreciate the subtle distinction between the voluntary and the compulsory giving of finger impressions and charged him with betrayal of the cause, threatening his life if he attempted to register. Undeterred, he was proceeding to the registration office to be the first to do so when he was set upon by a Pathan and nearly killed. Upon regaining consciousness, however, and before receiving medical attention, he made his application, thus rallying his compatriots.
The dismay of Gandhi and his people, therefore, was great when, at the end of the period fixed for volun­tary re-registration, which was duly completed, the Government introduced and passed new legislation validating the voluntary certificates and giving them equal effect to the few that had been issued under the "Black Act," but omitting all provision for repeal of that Act. At a public meeting, held in Johannesburg, the new Act was de­nounced, the voluntary certificates were consigned to the flames, and Passive Resistance was renewed in July, 1908. Many hundreds of Indians (including Gandhi repeatedly, as well as his wife and other members of his family) suffered imprisonment, and many Indian homes and businesses were broken up. The struggle did not actually cease until June, 1914, when, after many fluctuations of fortune, the "Black Act" was finally repealed, as was the £3 annual tax upon ex-indentured Indians in Natal; Indian marriages, upon whose validity the courts had cast doubt, were legalized for immigration purposes; and the status of the Indian community was, for the time being, at least, stabilized.
Three episodes in particular stand out in the campaign. The first was Gandhi's second mission to England, in 1909, upon his return from which he published his confession of faith in a pamphlet entitled "Hind Swaraj" or "Indian Home Rule." A parallel mission carried on propaganda in India, under the guidance of Mr. G. K. Gokhale, gaining support from Govern­ment and public alike, and resulting in the stoppage of indentured labour for Natal in 1910 and in a strong protest in 1913, by the Viceroy, Lord Hardinge, against the Indian treatment in South Africa.
The second was the great march into the Transvaal, led by Gandhi, in 1913, of Natal Indian indentured labourers, to court imprisonment as a protest against the failure of the Union Government to carry out its undertaking to Mr. Gokhale, during his visit to South Africa in 1912, to repeal the C3 tax.
The third was Gandhi's refusal, when he was on the point of resuming the struggle because of General Smuts' unwillingness to introduce the necessary remedial legislation, to take advantage of the Government's embarrassment during the general strike of European workers in the Transvaal, early in 1914.
Finally, won over by the passive resisters, by Gandhi's able advocacy of Indian rights, and by the representations of a high official deputed by the Govern­ment of India to assist in a settlement, the long drawn-out struggle was brought to an end, and Gandhi, amid the applause and with the goodwill of all sections, of the population, European and Indian, felt at last free to return to the Mother­land to begin the public work for which his soul had long thirsted.

Biography of Pratibha Patil-The First Lady President of India

Pratibha Patil has recently been elected the President of India and she has taken the place of Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam on 25th July, 2007. Before being elected the President of India she was the Governor of Raiasthan. Pratibha Patil is the first female President of India. She has been a successful lawyer and she has acted actively on various posts in Indian National Congress swone her for the post of President Chief Justice V G. Balakrishnan.
Smt. Patil was born on 19th December, 1934 at Nadgaon in Maharashtra. She belongs to a Maratha family. Pratibha Patil, a member of Indian National Congress was nominated by ruling United Progressive .Alliance and Indian Left. She won the Presidential election on July 19, 2 D07 defeating her nearest rival Bhairon Singh Shekhawat by over 300000 votes.
Smt. Path's primary education was started in R. R. School at Jalgaon and she attained Master Degree (M.A.) from Mooljee Jaitha (M.J.) College Jalgaon affiliated to North Maharashtra University Jalgaon and obtained the law degree from the Government Law College. Mumbai affiliated to Mumbai University. Smt. Patil was not a brilliant student only but she was an active athlete also during her college days. Pratibha Patil was voted "College Queen" of M. J. College in 1962 and same year she started her political career.
Smt. Patil married with a educator Devisingh Ransingh Shekhawat on July 7th 1965 at the age of 31. She made her own identification in politics and she did not take the help of her husband's name. During her marriage life God gifted her a son and a daughter.
A successful lawyer Patil first of all represented Edlabad constituency in Jalgaon District as a member of the Maharashtra Legislative Assembly in 1962. She represented this constituency continuously till 1985. After that she was elected the deputy chairperson of Rajya Sabha in 1986 and she acted on this post till 1988. Smt. Patil contested the Lok Sabha election in 1991 from Amrawati constituency and won the election magnificently.
She represented this constituency till 1996. Because of her faithfulness and dedication to the party Indian National Congress appointed her the Governor of the largest state as Rajasthan, On 8th November 2004 and she took the place of Madan Lai Khurana. Smt. Patil has been the first female Governor of Rajasthan.
She set up an educational institute Vidya Bharti Shikshan Prasarak Mandal that runs a chain of schools and colleges in Jalgaon and Mumbai She also set up Shram Sadhana Trust. She also founded and was the Chair-person of a cooperative sugar factory known as Sant Muktaba Sahkari Sakkar Karkhana and a Cooperative Bank named after herself as Pratibha Mahila Sahakari Bank.
During her political career she became deputy minister for education after re-election in 1967 in the Vasantra Naik Ministry and she became cabinet Minister for the state in successive congress Government she became the minister of Tourism, Social Welfare and Housing under several Chief Ministers. She was continually reelected to the assembly either from Jalgaon or the nearby Edlabad constituencies, till 1985.
She was elected to the Rajya Sabha as a Congress candidate She never lost an election that she had contested.
In April, 2006 the Rajasthan Legislative Assembly passed the Rajasthan Freedom of Religion Bill 2006 (originally titled as Rajasthan Dharma Swatantrya Bill 2006) Pratibha Patil returned the bill unsigned The Rajasthan Government resent the bill to her in may 2006. After sitting on the bill for over an year she sent it to the President of India just a day before resigning as Governor of Rajasthan.
After her nomination as Presidential candidate Rajni Patel, the widow of the murdered congressman from Jalgaon in a press conference in Dell alleged that Pratibha used her influence for shielding her brother G. N. Patil in the murder case of her husband. She was also alleged for financial mismanagement in her family controlled bank. BJP has highlighted he past activities and made comments as part of political campaign again; her.
An advocate Manoharlal Sharma filed a Public Interest Litigation before a bench of Supreme Court of India but in spite of these allegation his candidature was not cancelled. Smt. Patil has been a friend of dispute: She was commented about Rajni Patil's husband murder case, an financial mismanagement in his family controlled bank and about the speech on Purdah (veil) but she faced every circumstance bravely.
She has been deputy minister for public Health, Prohibition, Tourism Housing and Parliamentary affairs in Government of Maharashtra from 1967 to 1972 and cabinet minister for Public Health and Social welfare.
Government of Maharashtra from 1972 to 1975. She has also been the Cabinet Minister for Education in Maharashtra. She has been the Leader of opposition in Maharashtra Assembly from 1979 to 1980. After that she has been elected deputy Chair Person of Rajya Sabha from 1986 to 88 and Chair Person of House Committee in Lok Sabha 1991 to 1996.
Ups and downs are the nature of human life and Smt. Patil is not an exception. But she is strong and firm by nature and she has a will power: defeat her opponents and critics. We can expect that she will serve our country consciously and our nation will be safe and respected in her hands. The allegations are made on one another in present politics. But it is very important to face the allegations and achieve the great aim. Pratibha Patil has shown us it very well. And now she is beautifying the post of President of India.

biography of Raja Ram Mohan Roy who is also regarded as the father of Modern India

Raja Ram Mohan Roy was the pioneer and the most important figure of the reform movement. He was born probably in AD 1772. He was a learned man and knew over a dozen languages including Sanskrit, Arabic, English, Greek, Italian, French, Latin and Persian. Being a scholar of repute and having read the religious texts of different religions in their original form, he was the best example of the synthesis of the philosophies of the East and the West. He wrote a number of books in Hindi, Bengali, Sanskrit, Persian and English. He also started two newspapers, one in Bengali and another in Persian. He was given the title of Raja and sent to England. He lived I England for two years and died in AD 1833.
Raja Ram Mohan Roy advocated both social and religious reforms. He laid emphasis on reason. He opposed the caste system, untouchability and superstitions. He believed in the freedom of the press and wanted no restrictions to be imposed on it. He advocated the introduction of the English language in India. He was also greatly moved by the low position given to women in Indian society. He supported widow remarriage and wanted women to be educated. One of his greatest achievements in the field of social reform was his campaign against ‘sati’. As a result of his efforts, this inhuman practice was abolished in AD 1829.
Raja Ram Mohan Roy realized that the reform of Indian society had to be preceded by a reform of the Hindu religion itself. To do so, people should be made aware of the original texts of their religion. For this, he took up the task of publishing the Vedas and the Upanishads into Bengali. He believed that Hindu religion should be freed from the control of the Brahmins, who opposed progress and supported the oppression of the so-called lower classes. He believed in the existence of one supreme God. He was greatly opposed to idol-worship and meaningless rituals, especially the practice of making sacrifices. He set up the Brahmo Sabha in AD 1828 to work for social and religious reforms. It began to be later called the Brahmo Samaj. Followers of all religions and castes were invited to come and worship together.
The reform movement started by Raja Ram Mohan Roy was an inspiration to other reform movements in different parts of the country. For his views, Raja Ram Mohan Roy faced much opposition and ridicule from the orthodox sections of society. But, he carried on his work like a true patriot. After him, the unfinished work was carried on by Debendranath Tagore, Keshab Chandra Sen and other reformers. Keshab Chandra Sen travelled throughout Madras and Bombay and later through northern India to spread the message of Raja Rammohun Roy.
In AD 1886, the Brahmo Samaj split. This was because Keshab Chandra Sen and his associates were more radical than other Brahmo Samajists. They wanted society to break away from caste restrictions and customs and the authority of scriptures. They performed inter-caste marriages and widow remarriages. They also opposed the purdah system this group became more popular than the other one.
The Brahmo Samajists stood for the new spirit of reform and reason. They ate with people of other castes, did not follow restrictions of food and drink, worked for women’s upliftment and devoted their lives to the spread of education. They condemned the traditional opposition to sea voyages. The movement started by Raja Ram Mohan Roy inspired similar reform movements all over the country.
David Hare, a friend of Raja Ram Mohan Roy was instrumental in starting the Hindu College of Calcutta. This college became the centre for carrying on the modernizing movements of Bengal.

Biography of Khudi Ram Bose- A True Martyr

A lot of blood was sacrificed from the heart of Bengal to make India free. Mothers lost their children and wives their husbands. But none had wept because the stake was too high, the chances too great and the ultimate result too fabulous to dream. At his tender youth, When Khudiram became a martyr everybody wept silently but were inspired by his courage and took up arms for a battle against all odds.
Khudiram Bose was born on 3rd Dec 1889 in Habibpur of Medinipur to Laxmipriya Devi and TrilokyanathBose.He was admitted to Hamilton School. Like any other boy, he was interested in reading detective novels and loved to play flute. It was his school days when he was inspired by the activists, Satyedranath and Gyanendranath Bose who headed a secret society to campaign and fight against British supremacy. He played the role of a saviour when Kangsabati flooded and was responsible for saving a number of lives. In 16th Oct. 1905 Bengal was divided by Lord Curzon and this further infuriated the activists. The radicals swore blood. Aurobindo Ghosh and Barin Ghosh, along with Raja Subodh Mallik together formed a secret extremist outfit called the Yugantar.
Meanwhile, in 1906, February, Khudiram was running errands for the Medinipur based outfit of the extremists. He came to be known in those parts after hitting down a police officer and escaping after being arrested at the grounds of Medinipur old jail for distributing a nationalist propaganda called ‘Sonar BangIa’. He also robbed mailbags to accumulate funds for the society’s operations.
By that time, in Calcutta, the Chief Presidency Magistrate Kingsford had gained notoriety bypassing out stiff sentences against the nationalist activists. Things got worse when he ordered to cane a youth called Sushil Sen held in contempt of the court. Sushil was left more dead than alive and this incident caused furor throughout Bengal. The Yugantar passed Kingsford’s death sentence and Khudiram and another youth,Prafulla Chaki were chosen for the job.
Khudiramand Pra full a trailed Kingsford to Mujafferpur in Bihar where he had been transferred. They waited for his carriage near the European Club which he has frequented. This was the fateful evening of 30th April, 1908. They saw a carriage approaching and thinking it of Kingsford ‘s and hurled bombs at it. The carriage with its passengers was destroyed but it was not Kingsford who was killed but two European women, Mrs. and Miss Kennedy. A massive manhunt followed and while Khudiram was arrested on 1 st May 1908, Prafulla evaded arrest by shooting himself Khudiram was tried and was sentenced to be hanged to death. On 11 th August 1908,
Khudiram went to the gallows in a calm manner. He faced death like a true martyr Khudi Ram Bose was just 18 years of age when he sacrificed himself on the altar of the Mother India. He became immortal in the annals of the Indian History.

biography on the life of Guru Nanak

Guru Nanak was yet another great saint of medieval India. He was born in 1469 A.D. in a village named Talwandi in Lahore district of trade Punjab. The place of his birth is known today Nankan.
Nanak was born in a Hindu family. His father was as trader. He wanted to engage his son in his business. But Nanak was deeply religious from his early life. He had no desire for worldly pleasures. Instead of earning money, he gave away money to the poor from his father’s business accounts. He was very much charitable to monks and sadhus. Gradually, he devoted himself to deeper spiritual thoughts.
Nanak visited many religious places inside India. According to traditions, he travelled outside, and visited Mecca and Madina.Like Kabir; Nanak lived the life of as simple householder. He believed that one could live saintly life without giving up home. Nanak died in 1538 A.D.
His Preaching:
Nanak preached the nobody was as Hindu, nobody was a Muslim. Everybody was a man, belonging to human race. He discovered the inner spirit of Hinduism and Islam. The oneness of God appeared to him most real. The monotheism of the Hindu Upanishads appealed to him greatly. He believed that universal toleration was the aim of religions. Therefore, he preached against religious difference by pointing to the unity of Godhead.
The rigid outer forms of Hinduism and Islam appeared to Nanak as useless. His sayings contained the following Instructions:
“Religion consistent not in mere words,
He who looked only all men as equal as religious.
Religion consistent not in wandering to tombs or places of cremation,
Or sitting in attitudes of contemplation.
Religion consistent not in wandering in foreign countries
Or in bathing at places of pilgrimage.
Abide pure amidst the impurities of the world,
Thus salt thou fined the way to religion.”
Nanak was and ardent reformer. He criticized many superstitions in Hinduism and Islam. He denounced the worship of idols. To him, castes and races should disappear before the name of God. He laid great emphasis only personal purity of man. Selfishness, worldliness and falsehood were dangerous to religious conduct. He advised men to rise above this viee.
Nanak pointed out that man’s salvation depended only virtuous deeds. Exercise only words, phrases or philosophy would not take to God. It is by true devotion, love of fellowmen, and purity of mind that man could come nearer to divinity. He advised men to give upon blind beliefs. Men should realize the universal truth, he preached.
Nanak’s doctrines attracted large following. Both Hindu and Muslims became his disciples. Before his death, he nominated as disciple named Angad as his successor.Angad organized the followers of Nanak into distinct community. Thus, there emerged as new religion named Sikhism. The followers of this faith are known as the Sikhs.
Nanak’s preaching and spiritual thought left permanent results. His follower practiced the Guru’s principles of purity and reforms with zeal.