By Gulamhusein A. Abba
On this day, January 30, in 1948 Gandhi fell to the
ground, shot by a young Hindu extremist, Nthuram Godse, while he was walking,
at about 5 pm., to his prayer meeting in the lawn of Birla House, New Delhi
Painting by Anis Hamadeh |
I
was alive and in India when he undertook his fast unto death in Noakhali to end
the massacre between Hindus and Muslims, and again when he undertook his last fast,
after the partition of India, to compel the government of India to pay to
Pakistan its share of the assets left behind by the British and which were in
India’s control.
I
started out as an antagonist but ended up being an admirer, albeit with
reservations on certain issues.
On
the day of his death I, along with my friend Mehboobali Khan, was at the Strand
cinema in the Fort area of Bommbay. watching a Rock and Roll movie. The screening was stopped before the
movie ended. The audience was informed that Gandhi had been shot dead and that
curfew had been imposed in the whole of Bombay. We were told to go home as soon
as possible and by the safest route we could find. It was a long and frightened
journey home that day.
Initially
the news was that he was shot by a Pathan, a Muslim. It signaled a bloody
massacre of Muslims. Fortunately, it was soon confirmed that the assassin was a
Hindu.
It
was chaotic and frightening for some time, Even as the nation mourned it was
puzzled and dazed. A pall settled on the country.
It
listened with rapt attention as Jawaharlal Nehru rose to the occasion and
delivered his now famous “The light has gone out of our lives” speech.
If
there is a national day of mourning for Indians, wherever they may be, today is
the day.
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