THE STORY OF GANDHI
In a small, white- washed house
in Porbandar, on the coast of Kathiawad in western India, Mohandas Gandhi was
born on October 2, 1869. His parents
were Karamchand Gandhi and putlibai. He was small and dark, and looked no
different from the millions of other children born in India. Yet this was no ordinary child. He was to fight
and overcome a great empire and, without taking to arms, set his country free.
He was to be called the Mahatma, the Great Soul. Having led his people to
freedom, he was to lay down his life for their sake.
Porbandar is an old seaport, overlooked by the distant Barda
Hills. Even in ancient days ships from far-off lands went there to trade. It
was the ancestral home of the Gandhis. Mohandas ‘Grandfather and father were
famous for their ability and for their upright character. His grandfather,
Uttamchand Gandhi, who belonged to a humble family of merchants, became the
Dewan of Porbandar. He was succeeded by his son, Karamchand Gandhi, popularly
known as Kaba Gandhi. Karamchand Gandhi had very little formal education, but
his knowledge and experience made him a good administrator. He was brave and
generous. He had, however, one flaw- a bad temper.
Putlibai, Karamchand Gandhi’s wife, was deeply religious.
Every day she worshipped at the temple. She was a lovable and strong - willed
woman, widely respected for her wisdom and good sense. People often sought her
advice on various matters.
Mohandas was the youngest of the six children of Karamchand Gandhi.
He was the favorite child of the family and was called Moniya by his fond
parents and their friends. Moniya adored his mother. He loved his father too,
but he was a little afraid of him.
As a child, Moniya seldom liked to stay at home. He would go
home for his meals and then run away again to play outside. If one of his
brothers teased him or playfully pulled his ears, he would run home to complain
to his mother.
“Why didn’t you hit him?” she would ask.
“How can you teach me to hit people, mother? Why should I hit
my brother? Why should I hit anyone?” would be Moniya’s prompt reply.
His mother wondered where her little son got such ideas from.
Moniya was just seven years old when his father left
Porbandar to become the Dewan of Rajkot. Moniya missed Porbandar, and he missed
the blue sea and the ships in the harbor.
At Rajkot he was sent to a primary school. He was shy and did
not mix easily with the other children. Every morning he went to school on
time, and ran back home as soon as the school was over. His books were his sole
companions and he spent all his free time alone reading.
He had one friend, however, a boy named Uka. Uka was a
sweeper boy and an untouchable. One day Moniya was given some sweets. He ran at
once to Uka to share them with him.
“Don’t come near me, little master.” Said Uka.
“Why not?” asked Moniya, greatly surprised. “Why can’t I come
near you?”
“I am an untouchable, master,” Uka replied.
Moniya took hold of Uka’s hands and filled them with sweets. His mother saw this from a window and she ordered Moniya to
come in at once.
“Don’t you know that a high-caste Hindu should never touch an
untouchable?” she asked sternly.
“But why not, mother?” asked Moniya.
“Our Hindu custom forbids it,” she said.
“I don’t agree with you, mother. I find nothing wrong in
touching Uka. He is not different from me. Is he?”
His mother had no answer. She angrily told him to go and have
as bath and say his prayers.
Karamchand Gandhi loved all his sons, but he was especially
fond of Moniya. He often said to him: “You must go to high school and college
and take up a profession.”
Moniya worked hard and did his lessons carefully. But he did
not like learning by heart and was therefore weak in Sanskrit. He liked
Geometry the best because it involved reasoning.
One Moniya happened to read the story of Shravana Kumar.
Shravana Kumar’s parents were old and blind and he always carried them with him
in two baskets slung on a yoke. Moniya was deeply touched by Shravana Kumar’s
devotion to his old parents.” I must be like Shravana Kumar.” He resolved.
At about this time he also saw a play about Harishchandra, a
king who was famous for his love of truth.
“Why shouldn’t we all be truthful like Harishchandra?” he
constantly asked himself.
Mohandas was only thirteen when he was told that he was soon
to be married. His parents had already chosen his bride. She lived in Porbandar
and her name was kasturbai. She and Mohandas were about the same age.
The wedding day approached. Mohandas was dressed in new
clothes. Everyone was gaily dressed and the house was decked with flowers and
banana leaves. The bridegroom, accompanied by the wedding party, left for
Porbandar.
In the bride’s home it was a day of great celebration. There
was singing and dancing and music. At the auspicious hour the bridegroom and
party arrived.
Kasturbai, dressed in red and wearing elegant jewellery, was
shy but attractive. Amidst great rejoicing. Mohandas was married to Kasturbai.