Gardening

Posted By Author on March 13, 2011

29/4/1967:

I got up early and finished meditation, exercise, sentry duty, hot water bath and breakfast.  After that along with Baba inspected garden.  He told that by grafting and regrafting a new variety of roses could be achieved after five generations. I told new varieties of roses coming out of chemical mutations are registered in Rose Society of India. A red rose accidentally got yellow flower due to mutation. We multiplied it and registered as ‘Golden Temple’. We had lot of discussion on plants.  Then both of us went to prepare soil for potato sowing.  Baba and Lala started digging the soil by a small implement.  It would have been time consuming.  I brought a shovel and dug out three- fourth field.  Then we sorted out boulders out of it.  I sweated like a pig.  Therefore I went to the river and had nice cold bath.  The sudden change in body temperature resulted in shiver and slight fever.  Cold, cough and body-aching set in. (Diary in next note-book continued.) I had to take rest.

At 1 P.M. Baba summoned us all and asked us all that subject to arrangement of money on 10th May would it be possible for us to arrange meals for a hundred thousand people on 12th May at Shaulmari Ashram.  Then he decided menu, calculated rates, quantity etc.  He proposed to obtain four hundred maunds of fish from Guwahati in Assam. Dubri is a large fish market. It was decided that all people who gave loan from North Bengal were to be extended invitation for lunch.  He told me to drop a letter to my friend Dr. Prabhakar Wadodkar informing him to bring Chandrashekhar Dandge and movie photographer my classmate B.K.Deshmukh and should be ready, the moment they received phone call, they should fly to Delhi and join us.  As usual Baba itched for his big plans after revealing his identity.  It was nothing new to me.

We then had lunch and rest.  In the evening Mitranand came with his daughter and her four girl friends.  They were followed by about fifty boys and twenty girls accompanied by a teacher. Baba gave audience to all and left.

He then called Saxena and me inside and gave the following note:

6 P.M.

“When you are entrusted to a work to which you are not at all adapted but which require mostly common sense and to a certain extent easily graspable technical knowledge, you get the real feel for developing circumspective commonsense without which it will be impossible to serve the cause of the suffering humanity. The wider the correct application of your commonsense, the more suitable will you be to understand variegated human problems and means to their solution.

The present day custom of keeping reserved the ministerial positions for the so called politicians who are, at least in our country, almost ignorant about the task entrusted to them as ministers, must be done away with. Now a man is in the streets hawking newspapers (my surmise Atulya Ghosh) and the next day he is in the ministerial saddle.  Fools are those who have the foolhardiness to give their sanction to such perverse system. Of course, policy making head and the executive head have not exactly the same functions but one who is to make policy must have the knowledge of the subject matter about which he is to formulate the policy.  Of course, the technical knowledge of the particular subject matter and his capacity for execution may be the criterion for selecting an executive head.  But the policy-making head must have the necessary knowledge of the executive head coupled with his wider knowledge of general human problems.  The U.S.A. and U.S.S.R. at the cost of great suffering have ultimately learnt that policy-making cannot be thoroughly done without the policy maker having a thorough knowledge and understanding of the subject about which he is to make the policy.  Of course, there may be people very rare indeed whose very keen common sense may make him fit for any task entrusted to him as far as general policy making is concerned.  But such people are not to be found in the streets.  Generally depending upon shouting, howling, armchair politicians who are almost always adept in ridiculous premature chicken counting at best and at worst know only how to create more problems and how to complicate more the less complicated ones by their own hypocrisy about what they profess will be ruinously dangerous for the nation and will usher in forces that are always there to seize any and every opportunity to play out their nefarious games.  The problem will have to be tackled by never allowing a man to become a minister unless and until he gets thorough experience of the subject after practical study for long years.  For every general principle there will always be exceptions in relation to persons of exceptional character, intelligence and heart, but generally without thorough training about the subject both the technique and its execution none should be allowed to shoulder such an immense responsibility.”

We discussed this passage at length and he opined that at the beginning some exceptions would be prerequisite.

In the evening all of us worked in the garden.  Baba planted saplings and watered them.  We retired for rest.  Our cooking was on.  Baba called us all suddenly.  He then just finished his meal. He explained as to why he rebuked today Shomu and Gobind.  He expressed that at least some commonsense was expected from us.  Then, he gave news of death of some astronaut of Russia while landing.  He then lamented that Jana Sangha people were openly indulging in propaganda that a Muslim should not be the President of India and that it was bad, etc.

We dined, had gossip, and sung prayer together. I wrote a letter to Prabhakar about Delhi chartered plane plan and to be ready.  Slept.

30/4/1967.  After finishing routine in the morning Baba and I worked in the garden.  Aerated soil.  Rest.  Helped in cooking. Took lunch and nap.  New insecticide to kill flies arrived.  At 4 P.M. Baba came out.  We sat under the tree.  Baba enquired about Lata Mangeshkar. He saw and examined her photograph in a newspaper and forecasted that if not saved in time she might get spoiled.  I gave a few details about her.  We then discussed censorship of cinema, V.Shantaram, Satyajit Ray, etc.  He related a story of Shantaram’s movie and a ballad on Subhash Bose.  Then he became thoughtful as if in reverie.  After some more talk he went inside and after his bath gave audience to Shymlal, Mitranand and one owner of a nursery.  He was all the while talking mainly with me and telling stories of Aurobindo Ghosh, Swami Vivekananda, Sister Nivedita, Dr. B.C. Roy, Sarojini Naidu, etc.  It was then evening and Baba went in early.  Chatted with Gita.  Walk. Stomach ached.  Light meal and slept.

1/5/1967:

I got up late.  No bath. Worked in the garden with Baba.  Had breakfast.  Again engaged in work.  Lala suffered from dysentery.  Mud therapy was applied. The new red insecticide named Digon bait was very effective.  Lot of flies died. I watered plants inside the barricade.  With great labour peas were planted at the rear of Baba’s hut. He ordered to uproot them.  At 1.30 P.M I could go for lunch followed by rest and nap.  Clouds gathered.  I did not go to work.  Shomu, Gobind and Lala were sowing French beans and Okra.  It was amusing to watch Lala watering the plants in rain.  Baba was there.  Cold wave set in.  I took Chinu and played with her.  Then I got busy in preparing vegetable parathas.  I read out a letter from Sundar Rajan to Baba and Dada.  Had snacks.  Budhiballabh Penoli arrived from Rishikesh with lemons and vegetables.

It was late evening.  Baba called us all.  He told, “Mentally all of you be prepared for 18th May”. It meant that 10th was cancelled.  Then he added, “Budhiballabh will go tomorrow.  I shall decide the final plan tonight and I shall call you all between 2.30 to 3 A.M. in the night.  If I do not call you be sure that we would not incur any more debt and nobody will go out for that.”  Then rosgullas were served to us.  We came out.

Budhiballabhji brought coffee tin for me.  Gossip.  Owing to extension of date of programme all were nervous.  It was a fun to watch.  Slept.

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