Bapu attained martyrdom this very day – 68 years ago.
Let us for a while go back to the day, 30th January, 1948. History
testifies to the fact that till the moment he was assassinated in cold blood
which led to a time freeze and cast its shadow of gloom all across the world,
it was like any other day for Gandhiji at his temporary residence in New Delhi – the then
Birla House, now re-christened Gandhi
Smriti – that stands on Tees January Marg, named in the poignant memory of
his martyrdom.
Gandhiji awoke at 3:30 am and as per daily routine, did his prayers and
worked on his desk for three hours before going back for a short nap. He got up
again at 8:00 am and had his first nourishment in the form of goat’s milk, raw
vegetables, oranges and a concoction of ginger and sour limes, a repast he
would repeat in the evening. Then followed another nap before he was up at 2:00
pm when select visitors were allowed right up to the open space behind the
Birla House to meet with him. When free of these engagements Gandhiji would be
at the spinning wheel. This had been his routine ever since he had arrived in
Delhi to restore communal amity.
At 4:00 pm arrived Patel with whom Gandhiji had decided to have a serious
talk on how best to have a truck with Nehru. The post of Deputy Prime Minister
did not sit easy on Patel’s shoulders. The presence of Nehru stymied his
efforts in any direction as ideologically they had differences on almost every
issue. Patel had offered to resign but it was Gandhiji’s firm belief that both
Nehru and Patel had to work in unison. The discussions between Gandhiji and
Patel extended to more than an hour, beyond his scheduled prayer meet at 5:00
p.m. It had gathered such intensity that neither Manu nor Abha could muster the
courage to interrupt.
At around seven minutes past five, it was Manu who dropped a silent
message by gesturing at her watch. Gandhiji instantly took leave of Patel and was
ready to begin his last walk to the prayer ground. Throughout the short journey
he was supposed to have reprimanded his grand-nieces, ‘Why should I keep an
eye on time? You are my time-keepers. I cannot tolerate even a minute’s delay
at prayer’.
Gandhiji hurriedly
climbed the five shallow, semi-circular steps that led to the raised part of
the prayer ground, where the crowd opened out to allow a free passage to the
moving cortege. This is when Nathuram was supposed to have rushed out of the
crowd and bowed before Gandhiji as a token thanksgiving for whatever useful
service he had rendered to the nation. As Manu tried to nudge him gently
telling him that Gandhiji was already late for the prayer meet, he pushed her
aside violently and in a split second fired the shots from an Italian Baretta
pistol. The three bullets tore into the chest of the slender advancing frame.
Gandhiji collapsed instantly and life ebbed away within minutes.
As blood
oozed out and made Gandhiji’s homespun shawl turn a crimson red, Manu stole a
glance at the Ingersoll watch that hung below his waist. The time of the second
crucifixion in history, after that of Jesus, was recorded as seventeen minutes
past five.