Indian Critiques of Gandhi

I recently read Indian Critiques of Gandhi (State University of New York Press, 2003). I loved this book, especially the following chapters:

-Gandhi, Ambedkar, and Untouchability

-Sri Aurobindo’s Dismissal of Gandhi and His Nonviolence

-The Hindu Mahasabha and Gandhi

-Indian Muslim Critiques of Gandhi,

That said, here are some of my favorite quotes from the chapter- Indian Muslim Critiques of Gandhi by Roland E. Miller (Author of Mappila Muslims Of Kerala).

… Indian Muslim views of Gandhi were marked by a “stutter-step,” even a “flip-flop” quality, rather than by an even flow.

“I consider the satyagraha movement to be practically impossible and wholly unprofitable. . . . Except some isolated people, I consider Mussalmans generally absolutely unfit to act on the principles of satyagraha.” MukhtarAhmad Ansari

...P. C. Chaudhury summarizes Ansari’s influence in these words: “It was practically through Dr. Ansari and Hakim Ajmal Khan that Gandhiji could get into the inner enclave of the orthodox and cultured Muslims of Delhi, and through them of Northern India.

...Yet we know that Azad disagreed with Gandhi, most notably in the final acceptance of India’s division, a moment when Azad’s silence spoke louder than words.

....Azad did not accept Gandhi’s ahilsa as “an absolute value.” He held to the validity of defensive force and the idea of just war, and believed that the Prophet Muhammad provided the true example for the appropriate use of force.

…when I interviewed a revered leader of the Mappila intellectual renaissance and a former university vice chancellor he stated that there were three things that bothered Kerala Muslims about Gandhi: his stubbornness, his religious revivalism, and his virtual abandonment of the Mappilas.

Before coming to Calicut, in a speech at Shajahanpur on May 5, 1920, Shaukat Ali stated, “I tell you that to kill and to be killed in the way of God are both satyagraha. To lay down our lives in the way of God for righteousness and to destroy the life of the tyrant who stands in the way of righteousness, are both very great service to God. But we have promised to co-operate with Mr.Gandhi who is with us. . . . If this fails, the Mussalmans will decide what to do.”

Shivaji's Utsav by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath composed the poem “Shivaji’s Utsav”, inspired by the Shivaji festival introduced by Balgangadhar Tilak in Bengal. In Shivaji’s Utsav, he glorified Shivaji’s aim and ideal as eternal truth of freedom and priceless heritage of India. 

Shivaji has been a favorite of Vishwaguru. In 1897, he wrote a poem “Pratinidhi” where he sand paean to the idealized form of kingship which was preached by saint Ramdas to his disciple Shivaji.

In the introduction to “Shivaji o Maratha jati” (1908) written by Sarat kumar Roy, Rabindranth wrote, “the whole Maharashtra was deeply plunged in intense religious fervor and Shivaji emerged out of that movement. For this reason while he was blessed by the united power of his nation, it becomes true in viceversa. If shivaji was a mere genius in robbery and used his powers  for his self-interest, it  could never unite the whole Maratha nation."

Following  are the excerpts from the poem Sivaji's Utsav:

In what far away century on what unmarked day

I no longer know today

Upon what mountain peak, in darkened forests,

Oh King Shivaji,

Did this thought light up your brow as a touch of lightning

As it came to thee –

“The scattered parts of this land with one religion

‘ Shall I bind for eternity.”

Bengal did not stir that day in the midst of a dream,

It had not received the word –

It did not answer thy call, nor heralded it

With the blowing of the sacred conch –

Instead it spread its shielding veil

Its robes of verdant green

Over the slumbering village folk at night

Gathering them to her breast.

Then one day from the fields of Mahrattha

Your thunderous flame

Painted the horizons all about with flames of violent change

Imbued with a great clarion call.

The crown upon the Mughal’s brow was shaken by storm

As is a ripening leaf –

Even that day Bengal did not hear that thunderous Marattha call

Nor heed the message within.

After that in the midst of turbulent darkness

The palace of Delhi was emptied –

In each of their great halls ravenous night

Began engulfing the brilliance of light.

The corpse craving vultures cackled in hideous tones

As the glory of the Mughals

Finally succumbed to the pyre- in handfuls of ashes

Are their remains retained.

That day in this Bengal by the side of the traders route

Upon silent steps

The merchants secretly smuggled in perfidy

The throne that had once housed kings.

And Bengal anointed that very same seat with the water of its own Ganges

In secretive silence –

The weighing scales that had once measured profit refashioned through that dark night

Till at dawn a sceptre was held in the hands of a new king.

Where were you that day, Oh thoughtful brave Mahrattha,

Why did we not hear thy name!

Where lay your saffron flag crushed to dust –

What a terrible end!

The foreigner tells your story laughing you off as a bandit king

Roaring with mirth at your fall –

Your devoted effort now seen as a thief’s fruitless quest,

This is how they know you today.

Silence your garrulous words, false account

Thou art filled with lies,

Your writ shall be erased by the truth the Creator scribes

That alone shall prevail.

For how will the truth that is for immortality bound

Be disguised by the avarice of your tongue?

The prayers that are true will never be stalled

In the three worlds this I know to be true.

Oh brave royal penitent, the greatness of thought

That you have left for fate to treasure

Not one grain of that will

Be lost to the undeserving.

The sacrifice you made at the altar of the goddess who guards our land

The truth that you strove for relentless,

Who would have thought that it will grace till the end of days

The coffers of this land of ours.

For long did you remain unknown to the world, ascetic king of mine,

Among the peaks

Just as a stream breaks through the rocks to awaken with rain

In full spate,

You too emerged – to the surprise of the world who thought,

This pennant that

Hides the skies, what shape had it sought

Where was it secreted away for so long.