Our Watches, MK Gandhi’s Watch Not Again?




Master of time, MK Gandhi and his rituals.

Satyagraha is the revolution to not obey each other for to do so would be beneath human dignity.

Nonviolent resistance (NVR or nonviolent action) is the practice of achieving goals such as social change through symbolic protests, civil disobedience, economic or political noncooperation, satyagraha, or other methods, while being nonviolent.

Experiments with Truth in the 20th century and today. Not that much of a difference after all. A refutation unlike any other before.

When intent is misleading, the forces of evil take over life. What is the point of searching for the truth if the reason is only to betray the very confidence truth always possessed and still possesses now.

Francis and Democracy. Pope pushing limits of office, Good or Evil??

https://www.yahoo.com/news/pope-francis-pushing-limits-office-130502977.html

1 Corinthians, 13:3. The most beloved of all was and remains love.

Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.

Self-Government as a gift of God for God. Swaraj materialized. MK Gandhi in Yerushalayim.

Selfgovernanceself-government, or autonomy, is an abstract concept that applies to several scales of organization. … Gandhi’s term “swaraj” (see also “satyagraha”) is a branch of this self-rule ideology. Another major proponent of self-rule, when a government’s actions are immoral, is Thoreau.

Those who protect and those who will exploit grief in both God and Man.

Satyagraha was and remains always as a reminder of penance for the recovery of the human soul. A Picture of Moral Radicalism.

The Story of My Experiments with Truth. Why Apartheid, the Holocaust, and other atrocities have their being in deep seated prejudice such as anti-semitism. Lessons in disgrace not?

I left Durban. A first class seat was booked for me. It was usual there to pay five shillings extra, if one needed a bedding. Abdulla Sheth insisted that I should book one bedding but, out of obstinacy and pride and with a view to saving five shillings, I declined. Abdulla Sheth warned me. ‘Look, now,’ said he, ‘this is a different country from India. Thank God, we have enough and to spare. Please do not stint yourself in anything that you may need.’ I thanked him and asked him not to be anxious. The train reached Maritzburg, the capital of Natal, at about 9 p.m. Beddings used to be provided at this station. A railway servant came and asked me if I wanted one. ‘No,’ said I, ‘I have one with me.’ He went away. But a passenger came next, and looked me up and down. He saw that I was a ‘coloured’ man. This disturbed him. Out he went and came in again with one or two officials. They all kept quiet, when another official came to me and said, ‘Come along, you must go to the van compartment.’ ‘But I have a first class ticket,’ said I. ‘That doesn’t matter,’ rejoined the other. ‘I tell you, you must go to the van compartment.’ ‘I tell you, I was permitted to travel in this compartment at Durban, and I insist on going on in it.’ ‘No, you won’t,’ said the official. ‘You must leave this compartment, or else I shall have to call a police constable to push you out.’ Yes, you may. I refuse to get out voluntarily.’ The constable came. He took me by the hand and pushed me out. My luggage was also taken out. I refused to go to the other compartment and the train steamed away. I went and sat in the waiting room, keeping my hand-bag with me, and leaving the other luggage where it was. The railway authorities had taken charge of it.  It was winter, and winter in the higher regions of South Africa is severely cold. Maritzburg being at a high altitude, the cold was extremely bitter. My over-coat was in my luggage, but I did not dare to ask for it lest I should be insulted again, so I sat and shivered. There was no light in the room. A passenger came in at about midnight and possibly wanted to talk to me. But I was in no mood to talk. I began to think of my duty. Should I fight for my rights or go back to India, or should I go on to Pretoria without minding the insults, and return to India after finishing the case? It would be cowardice to run back to India without fulfilling my obligation. The hardship to which I was subjected was superficial – only a symptom of the deep disease of colour prejudice. I should try, if possible, to root out the disease and suffer hardships in the process. Redress for wrongs I should seek only to the extent that would be necessary for the removal of the colour prejudice. So I decided to take the next available train to Pretoria. The following morning I sent a long telegram to the General Manager of the Railway and also informed Abdulla Sheth, who immediately met the General Manager. The Manager justified the conduct of the railway authorities, but informed him that he had already instructed the Station Master to see that I reached my destination safely. Abdulla Sheth wired to the Indian merchants in Maritzburg and to friends in other places to meet me and look after me. The merchants came to see me at the station and tried to comfort me by narrating their own hardships and explaining that what had happened to me was nothing unusual. They also said that Indians traveling first or second class had to expect trouble from railway officials and white passengers. The day was thus spent in listening to these tales of woe. The evening train arrived. There was a reserved berth for me. I now purchased at Maritzburg the bedding ticket I had refused to book at Durban. The train took me to Charlestown. Episode from South Africa’s MK Gandhi’s autobiography, “My Experiments with Truth.”

The recognition of the Beloved’s reign. Some tips from the regal women of British India; the Law of Value & Governmental Reform.

 

 

 

 

 

 

School
Lady Irwin, of the famed Lady Irwin School, British India not.

Lady Ranu Mukherjee, wife of noted industrialist, Sir Biren Mukherjee