Mahatma Gandhi was born on 2nd October 1969. After his early education in India, he went to England to qualify himself for the bar. He became a barrister. He practiced in South Africa and started Satyagraha to secure for Indians and their due rights. On his return to India in 1915, he joined the Indian National Congress. He threw his heart and soul into India’s struggle for freedom.
He was the very life and soul of India. For three decades, he remained the guiding deity of Congress. He was both a saint and a politician. Throughout his wonderful career, he dominated the field of politics in India. At last, he brought her freedom on August 15, 1947.
As a man, he was a noble specimen of humanity and led a saintly life. He preached and practiced truth and nonviolence. For about four decades his contribution to political, social, educational, religious and ethical topics commanded respect and attention both at home and abroad. His stress was never on the intellectual approach a problem but on the character of the Indian people.
Though he had poor physique yet he had something of steel in him. He did not yield to physical powers, however great and formidable they might be. In his personal dealings with individual hostile to him, he had gained many a victory. It was remarkable how, by shear force of personality, he would win over an opponent. He was the true representative of the teeming millions of India.
He knew his India well and reacted to her lightest tremors. He gauged a situation accurately and almost instinctively. He had a knack of acting at the most psychological moments. Sometimes he was the single minded revolutionary going like the arrow to his goal and shaking up millions in the process. He did not descend from the top. He seemed to emerge from the billions of India speaking their language.
He was a staunch Nationalist. He was a man who felt he had a message not only for India but for the world. He practised what he preached. He always began with himself. His words and actions fitted into each other like a glove on the hand. Whatever the consequences, he never lost his integrity. There was always an organic completeness about his life and work.
He was very wise, but he never tried to show off his wisdom. He was simple and childlike in many ways and he loved children. He taught us not to hate anybody, not to quarrel, but to play with one another and co-operate in the service of the country. In regard to the basic things, he was inflexible and firm as a rock. For him there was no compromise with what he considered evil.
He taught the lesson of unity, equality, and brotherhood. The Father of the Nation was the great believe in the efficacy of prayer. On the evening of January 1948 he was, as usual, going to the prayer meeting in Birla house, a misguided youth fired at Gandhiji killing him there and then.
He was the greatest of the great and the like of him may not be born for centuries to come.