1966 – Bombay

Posted By Author on September 17, 2009

AT BOMBAY

25/1/1966:
Bombay. Lot of people from Amravati came to my room at C road, Curchgate. Arun Rudkar, Lalit Deshmukh, Galande, Captain Raja Deshmukh, Kamal Bokey with her younger brother, etc. I entertained them. All were inquisitive to confirm whether I was becoming a ‘Sadhu’. The rumor spread like wild fire everywhere.

At aerodrome I saw off Dr.C.D.Deshpande to Russia. News. Dr.Bhaba the pioneer of Atomic Science in India died in Air-crash in Swiss Alps. Great blow. Body is missing.

26/1/1966:
A letter from Shaulmari Ashram came in my absence. Father opened it and read out to mother and brother. It indicated that final call was due and I was to resign the job and rush to Baba.  The entire household was very worried. Mother wept. Brother cut jokes and seriously advised me not to be hasty and reconsider resignation.

31/1/1966:
Visited Dr. Diwan, Civil Surgeon of Mayo Hospital, Nagpur. In his drawing room saw a painting of Buddha leaving house and his wife Yashodhara with infant son Rahul clutching his feet urging him not to proceed on Vairagya. The photo was apt to the Sanskrit couplet given by Baba; as yet I could not procure this painting in my life.

7/2/1966:
Went to Secretariat (now egoistically changed to Mantralaya). Called on Joint Secretary of Education, Mr.Parulekar. Intimated him that I might resign any time without notice to join Shaulmari Ashram. He talked his  experience, that he visited many Ashrams and regularly performed meditation.  He dissuaded me from the bottom of his heart not to resign. He was a disciple of Dadasaheb Rege.

V.D. SAWARKAR

10/2/1966:
Bombay. After lunch got a taxi and reached V.D.Sawarkar’s house at Shivaji Park, Dadar. Four members of the Hindu Mahasabha were sitting in the entrance room. All were serious and gloomy. I was introduced to the son-in-law of Sawarkar. He told me that it would be impossible to see him. I conveyed him my desire to meet Sawarkar’s son. He agreed. I was moved to see a photograph of V.D.Sawarkar amongst prominent revolutionaries. A dry garland was hanging around it. It was thrilling to be in the house of Sawarkar. Vishwas Sawarkar, his youngest son, came. We came out in the front yard. Lot of discussion followed but he did not permit me to see the old man. I told him my intention. On oath he promised to maintain secrecy. I told him to inform his father that grandson of Babasaheb Khaparde came to convey the message that Subhash Chandra Bose was alive and would start work in the last week of the same month after twenty years’ of quiescence. Vishwas asked me more details and was doubtful about Shaulmari Ashram because of Atre’s statement. I declined to comment or give any whereabouts. Time would reveal. He asked whether Netaji would join politics. I kept mum. He was very glad and told that his father was on fast (Praypveshan) and that he was on the last phase of ‘Adhyatma’ (spiritualism). He promised to convey the news at a proper time. He wished he would allow me ‘Darshan’ but was worried because others would protest, as even the Home Minister of Maharashtra was not allowed to see him. Moreover, his anxiety was that his father’s bed was near the door. He would see me, make me sit near him and enquire, as was his usual practice. That would be strenuous to him. I told him I would not cause any inconvenience just to satisfy my desire. I wished him speedy recovery and bade a sudden goodbye.

15/2/1966:
Mother was worried and very inquisitive about Shaulmari Ashram. Others derided His Holiness as a quack except mother.

26/2/1966:
Bombay. Learnt great revolutionary V.D. Sawarkar expired at 11.10 A.M. I rushed to Sawarkar Sadan with a garland. I put a chit in the garland on behalf of Shaulmari Ashram and Netaji. Stood in a very long queue. People in front of me were talking about Netaji and Shaulmari Ashram. Mr. Mankekar was reciting Gita. He was author of the book ‘Twenty One Days’ War.’  The police were present in large numbers. P.K.Atre was standing near the main gate. I hurled the garland on the mortal remains. A volunteer picked it up and put around the neck of the departed. He saw the chit. I pushed off contemplating Sawarkar’s struggle for independence. Hanging of his revolutionary colleagues, escape from boat, twenty-six years’ imprisonment on the Andaman Island, his reformist views, Abhinav Bharat, poetry, his book on First War of Independence of India which was a favourite reading of Netaji, all flashed before mind’s eye.

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