[Downloaded free from http://www.ijmr.org.in on Monday, May 6, 2019, IP: 117.240.117.242] Indian J Med Res 149 (Supplement), January 2019, pp 49-55 QUICK RESPONSE CODE DOI:10.4103/0971-5916.251657 MEETING THE MAHATMA ABHAY BANG SOCIETY FOR EDUCATION, ACTION AND RESEARCH IN COMMUNITY HEALTH (SEARCH), GADCHIROLI, INDIA Received August 22, 2018 e was killed before I was born. I never saw was writing. My father had been given two minutes him; and yet, on several occasions in my life, to see him. He went near him, bowed in respect, I met him. He was no blood relation of mine; pranama. Hand yet, I always felt his presence as if he were my “Bapu,” said my father. Bapu literally meant father. grandfather – the old man with the bushy moustache That was how the nation addressed the Mahatma. – whose blood flows in my veins. “Bapu, I have been released from jail, and I am His influence on my life started even before I was leaving the country for further studying economics in born. My father, Thakurdas Bang, in his youth, was a the US.” lecturer in the college started by one of the Mahatma’s The Mahatma looked up. The brown face with the associates. He lived in Wardha, a small town a few rimmed glasses and a white moustache. He uttered miles away from Gandhi’s ashram in Sevagram only one sentence. where the Mahatma conducted his experiments on “If you want to study economics, don’t go to the life, personal and community, and from where he US; go to the villages of India.” And he continued his conducted the national independence movement. On writing. his call, a nationwide protest against the British rule My father quietly came out of the hut. He tore his arose – the Quit India movement of 1942, which my travel and admission papers, and within a few months father joined and was then jailed for two years. When went to live in a village with a group of his students to he was released, the Second World War was almost live like a villager, work in the field and understand the over, and it was becoming clear that India would soon economics of the farmer by living like him. His entire be independent. My father was an economist and course of life was changed by that one sentence. wanted to pursue his academic career, so he thought He continued to work for social and political of going to the US. He got his passport made, obtained reform movements such as Bhoodan – land donation admission and fellowship in Ohio University. Going to the landless – and Gramdan – the village commune abroad for studies was a major life-changing event in movements. Today, after 55 years, he continues the those days. Father went to see Gandhi at Sevagram to work with complete absorption. The fuel, once filled, take his blessings before leaving the country. is never exhausting. Gandhi was sitting in his hut in the ashram; “What was his magic,” I once asked my father, “that seated on a thin bamboo mat on the mud floor, he your whole life was changed by his one sentence?” © 2019 Indian Journal of Medical Research, published by Wolters Kluwer - Medknow for Director-General, Indian Council of Medical Research 49 [Downloaded free from http://www.ijmr.org.in on Monday, May 6, 2019, IP: 117.240.117.242] 50 INDIAN J MED RES, JANUARY (SUPPL.) 2019 My father told me another story. Once, Ram information – his fourth principle. Once he had said, Manohar Lohia, a scholar socialist leader of India, in “Nayi Taleem will be my greatest gift to India.” his young age asked the same question to the Mahatma. My school was designed to teach based on these “Bapu,” he said, “you are an old man. Your educational principles. Every day we physically worked speeches are delivered in a monotonous, low pitch, for 2–3 hours – sometimes in the field, sometimes in often inaudible voice, while we young socialists speak the kitchen, or in the dairy. All the work was packed in a scholarly fashion or breathe fire in our speeches. with experiential knowledge. Chop wood, carry water And yet, the people of India follow you, not us. What and learn. is your magic?” When I was 12 years old, I was posted in “Son,” said Bapu, “I don’t exactly know. But the the community kitchen. The Mahatma was an only reason I can think of is that I have never asked experimenter of diet and hence was fond of working in people to do anything I first did not practice in my the kitchen. Moreover, it made men and women equal. life. And the people of India seem to recognize the So when Nehru, Patel, Prasad – eminent barristers and difference.” national leaders – came to discuss national politics On another occasion, when he was asked to give a with him, he invited them to join in cutting vegetables message to the people, he said, “What other message? in the kitchen. They later on became the first prime My life is my message.” minister, deputy prime minister and president of This was an astonishingly tall assertion. He had the independent India. I was sent to work in the kitchen moral strength to make such a statement because there of the ashram. was hardly any gap between what he said and what he We were required to plan a nutritious diet lived. There was no private hidden compartment. He using locally available foods and vegetables within a uttered and lived the truth. Many scientists, scholars, restricted budget – closer to what a poor villager could philosophers also know and often speak the truth. His afford – and yet the meals should appeal to the diners. magic lay in living it. On the evening of January 30, That was a difficult order. We cooked the food during 1948, he was assassinated. Albert Einstein said, “The the day, served the dinner in the evening and read generations to come will scarce believe that such a the books on dietetics and nutrition in the night to one, in flesh and blood, ever walked on this earth.” I plan for the next day’s meals. Which legume contains was born as one of that future generation. But I never how much protein? Which vegetables contain which had any problem in believing that he really existed. I vitamins in what quantity? I learnt more about experienced him! nutrition in the kitchen than what I later on learnt in • • • medical college. All of us were given a small piece of land – to I spent my childhood in his ashram at Sevagram – plan, sow, nurture, harvest and sell the crop. “What where, a few years ago, he had actually lived, walked type is the soil? What manures are required? What and breathed. He was no longer there, but his shadows chemicals do they contain?” I learnt chemistry, botany, still lingered. His presence could be felt everywhere. horticulture and economics – all while cultivating that The school in the ashram in which I studied small piece of land. I planted brinjals, or egg plants, was one started by him. He dreamt of an education nurtured them with lot of compost manure and cows’ system, which would generate a new human being. urine – rich in nitrogen. The brinjal plants usually grow He called it ‘Nayi Taleem’ – new education! Children two feet, my plants grew six feet tall. I was four feet. So should learn to use head, heart and hand – to become while walking in my brinjal field, I felt I was walking a whole person – that was the first principle. Children in the forest. The size of brinjal fruits was large. One should learn by actually doing and living – the second particular fruit weighed 1.75 kg. It was taken to the principle. Every student should learn a socially useful market – but nobody would buy it. “We don’t want to productive activity and engage in bread labour – the eat one brinjal for the whole week,” the customers said. third principle. The ethics and moral values were far My brinjal came back. We cooked it in our community more important to learn than merely a few pieces of kitchen – it was enough for a 20-person meal. [Downloaded free from http://www.ijmr.org.in on Monday, May 6, 2019, IP: 117.240.117.242] BANG | MEETING THE MAHATMA 51 We learnt music by way of prayers. Literature and made. I had stood first in the national competitive poetry classes were often held either under, or some examination. The director of the Institute, a very times by climbing on, a tree. Social sciences and skills eminent physician of national reputation himself, in were learnt by visiting villages, walking with Gandhi’s a specially-organized function congratulated me and disciples asking for land donations – Bhoodan – for the asked, “Which specialty do you want to select?” landless poor. That was literally a mobile university! “I am leaving the Institute,” I said. “I am going to He was no more; but he was still educating me. a tribal area to put myself in use!” The Mahatma had My brother and I both studied in that school. died 20 years ago. But could I say that? Wasn’t he my One day, while cycling by the side of a hill, we decided inner voice? that we were old enough – I was 14 years – to decide • • • about our lives. What should we become? What do the villagers of India need, we pondered.