My Experiments with Bapu
Mahatma Gandhi Born more than three decades after he breath his last on January 30, 1948, I had only known him through school text books or through people s admiration and prejudices. The repetitive visibility of his iconic picture on every currency note and text-book made me remember his face more than anybody else face in this world. He was omnipresent and omnipotent. With my nascent and tender mind it did not take long for me to like this great man without understanding what he preached and practised. On every Independence Day and Republic Day speech in my school, I religiously added stuffs of his contribution to Indian saga of freedom. His name resonated with the words truth and non-violence. That was my first impression of this man. I was growing then. Having won Best in Academics at class seven during my schooling, I got " The Story of My Experiments With Truth" (Gandhiji Autobiography) as prize. Seeing its weight and number...