My Daily Diaries

Posted By Author on August 18, 2009


I have already mentioned earlier as to how my maternal great grandfather inspired me to maintain daily diaries since 1956. The entries in the diaries are in mixed languages, viz., English and vernacular Marathi. Some entries are cryptic and they are properly elaborated here. There are some dictations from Netaji   in Hindi and Sanskrit.

The diaries contain valuable evidence of Subhash Chandra Bose’s survival after a fake death in an air crash at Taihoku, Formosa, on August 18th, 1945. When he came to know about my regular habit of writing a daily diary, he purposely left important discussions and dictations on various topics. Certain too personal matter is deleted. I feel its revelation amounts to breach of trust. How far it is moral to unravel Nehru’s private life by his personal secretary Mathai or of Mao Zedong (Mao Tse-tung) by his personal physician for twenty-one years, Dr.Li Zhisui; or J.Krishnamurthi’s by Mehta sisters? Moreover, it is my conviction that to publicize personal delicate matters after the demise of a person by his trustworthy fellow is nothing but stark treachery and cowardice.

All great personalities are 99.0%  like you and me. It is the “.01% Divine Spark” that they possess weighs them myriad times more than us. When we idolize a person, we forget that our Hero too is a human being in flesh and blood having normal traits of hunger, thirst, fear, anger, sleep, sex, ambition, avarice, hatred, love and affection. The restrain over these factors is normally of higher degree in Great Personalities. However, they too are bound by laws of nature and must die one day and discard the mortal remains, might he be Lord Christ, Great Buddha, Prophet Mohommed or the Demigod Krishna. It is always presumed that great men are above pitfalls of average human beings and when someone reveals common normal behaviour amongst them, it becomes shocking and repulsive. La Pierre in Freedom at Midnight or Salman Rushdie in Satanic Verses or Taslima in Lajja or David Brown in Da Vinci Code are known examples of this. Therefore a critic, biographer, scholar or writer must avoid references that are harmful to aficionados, devotees, relatives or followers. This delicate topic needs further elaboration; it will be dealt with in epilogue.

It must be borne in mind that wherever I refer ‘Baba’, it means Subhash Chandra Bose in recluse. He was an elitist. He always referred himself in third person. There is not an iota of doubt that His Holiness Srimat Saradanandaji of Shaulmari Ashram of North Bengal was none else but Subhash Chandra Bose. Former associates like Major Satya Gupt, Haripad Bose, Dr.Gope Gurbax, Uttamchand Malhotra and the like made hue and cry to convince the world about his identity and existence in the Shaulmari Ashram. There were weeklies like Shaulmari and bodies like Subhashwadi Janata Dal of Hiralal Dixit engaged in the same tirade. Unfortunately, none of them could substantiate the identity with valid evidence. The Government, relatives, associates, followers and worshipers, and both the official enquiry committees miserably failed to ascertain the truth. It was due to several reasons including the presumption that rumours of his existence were a hoax, to have access in the Ashram to verify facts was difficult rather impossible and the Government of India intentionally avoided the investigation to ward off self- destruction.

I was successful to penetrate the sanctum sanctorum and win the trust of His Holiness. When I assert that Baba Saradanandaji was Subhash Chandra Bose, my conviction is based on most intimate association, discussions, dictations, deductions, similarities, plans, handwriting, physique, habits, photographs, and last but not the least his own admission. It is said habits diehard. Remove ‘h’ and a bit remains, remove ‘a’ and bit remains, and remove ‘b’ it remains. So, in order to compare and correlate Baba’s nature, I have inserted some similarities between Saradanadji and Subhash Bose in parenthesis. The identical nature and traits are also vividly mentioned in Topical Biography viz. ‘ Netaji Vis a Vis Babaji’. It is rather time consuming and a very difficult job to reproduce my diaries topic wise. To avoid intricate complications, I have adopted sequential approach to this chapter. It is left to future scholars to restructure it topically.

A suggestion: Owing to the time factor, contemporaries, associates, co-workers and relatives of Bose are dwindling fast and hence scholars should rush to such folks to ascertain statements incorporated herein. The confirmations may please be intimated. The scholars are further advised to immediately contact persons and Ashramites mentioned here to dig and add more information. The first and foremost hidden gold mine of information is with Krishnakant and Radhakant Pandey brothers of village Kaithi about sixteen miles north of Banaras. They have sacrificed their life for him and escorted Subhash Chandra Bose from 1948 till his demise in 1977. Let not history go to grave with the aging Pandey brothers. I came to know that presently they are residing at ‘Shanti Kunj’, Haridwar.


My earliest memory of adoration of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose is at the age of about six. Tilak’s Kesari of Pune was a leading newspaper of Maharashtra in those days. I vividly remember a full photograph of Netaji along with his photograph in disguise as a bearded Pathan on the front page. It was the news of his escape. The topic was the talk of the town.

In those days radio was a rare luxury. We had a huge wooden model Airmek having magic eye. I remember my father ordering us to shut all doors and windows and then he would switch on radio Berlin to listen to Netaji’s speeches and appeals. In school Netaji became my Hero and I devoured literature about him. I have a vivid memory of the shocking news of his death in an air crash and controversy ranging thereafter. I still remember the news that Gandhiji sent a telegram to Bose family informing them not to perform his ‘Shradh’ (meaning to perform traditional last rites of the departed.) I heard a religious discourse at ‘Navaratri’ Festival at Amravati in 1956. Shri Gobvindaswami Afale delivered the ‘Akhyan’ (discourse) on Subhash Chandra Bose. He described how the air crash story and Netaji’s death was a white lie. Then news flashes flooded when Shah Nawaz Commission began its probe into Netaji’s death. I was doing my college graduation then.

However, my real quest for Netaji began with two news items. The first one was the statement of H.V. Kamath, Member of Parliament from Hoshangabad, Madhya Pradesh. He was I.C.S. and like Netaji he resigned and became Netaji’s lieutenant. He asserted that he met the wife of Subhash Chandra Bose in Europe and that she confessed that her husband was not dead but was somewhere in the Himalayas. The second was a full-page article by P.K.Atre of Maharashtra in his daily Maratha on the eve of Diwali festival of 1962. He gave graphic description of his visit to Shaulmari Ashram and although he was denied ‘Darshan’, he inferred that His Holiness Saradanandaji was Subhash Bose. Those who were dear and near to Subhash were mostly denied audience.

After this flash, Shaulmari Ashram became a focal point of my curiosity, intrigue, and controversy. Uttamchand Malhotra sheltered Netaji at his home in Kabul during his escape. For that act he was interned and all his property was confiscated. His Holiness of Shaulmari Ashram granted him an interview at the Ashram. After that Uttamchand addressed many public rallies and gave press statements that Shaulmari Baba was none else but Netaji. The mystery was further deepened. This sensational news spread throughout the nook and corner of the country through press. He vehemently spread the propaganda and formed Subhashwadi Janata with Hiralal Dixit as president. Major Satya Gupt, a former worker of Subhash Bose and inmate of the Ashram further enhanced this commotion. He would say ‘ a dog cannot forget his master.’ Later two more inmates of the Ashram deserted. They were Haripad Bose, and Administrative Officer Dr.Gope Gurbax. Both were on a spree to announce Baba was Netaji. They joined the bandwagon.

My interest in Subhash Chandra Bose accelerated. I began to collect books on his life and was very keen to visit the Shaulmari Ashram. This was the year 1962 and I was almost at the end of completing of my Ph.D. thesis.  The following entries from the diaries augur the beginning of my search of Netaji. It may be noted that I have followed the British system of dates in which first the day, then month and lastly the year follows. In American system month, date, and year is in vogue.

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