मेरा आजीवन कारावास / माझी जन्मठेप (स्वातंत्र्यवीर सावरकर - काले पानी का ऐतिहासिक संस्मरण)

my twenty-five years' experience of that life. It was no small service that I could render
her.
Why should I not then start at once and earnestly? I could no longer undertake
any active work in her behalf, I knew it so well. My mind was made up. I was to write at
least one long epic during the period of my incarceration. Even it the Hague decision
went against me, I thought then, I could do at least this much while under sentence for
hard labour. The idea satisfied the yearning of my heart, and, to that extent, brought
peace to my active mind, though for a time only. I learnt that the decision of the Court
had against me. The period of imprisonment was doubled. A bolt from the blue had fallen
upon my head. And yet I remained unshaken in my resolve. It relieved the gloom of my
mind, for I felt, under its spell, that I was not so helpless as I seemed, that I could yet do
something towards the fulfillment of my life and the realization of my dream. The fear
that my life was futile was gone forever. The burden was rolled off once for all.
Impatiently, my eager mind counted the days and the lines I could compose every day. I
calculated that from ten to twenty verses a day meant an epic of from 50,000 to 100,000
lines at the end of the period. I had to compose the lines, repeat them, carry them in my
mind, adding on to them from day to day, and the work was complete. So argued with
myself. I resolved then to begin at once. I chose the life of Guru Govind Singh as the
subject of my song.
The Life of Guru Govind Singh
I chose that life because I felt that he was a prince among martyrs. The great men,
who have achieved success and have won the cause, no doubt shine like golden domes
that crown the summits of palaces. They are, indeed, pinnacles of glory. But I can derive
no peace in the present condition of my life by celebrating them in song. On the other
hand, I was likely to feel, all the more poignantly, the failure that fate had doled out to
me. I must sing, therefore, of those high-souled persons whose failures had contributed to
lay the foundations on which these splendid palaces had reared up their heads to
constitute the admiration of the world around them. To meditate on such martyrs, was an
incentive to me “ to follow the gleam.” Guru Govind Singh struck me as a man who had
triumphed over defeat. Behold him facing utter rout as he sought to slip out of the fortress
of Chamkore; call to mind the utter annihilation of his family-life, the separation of his
mother, wife and son, scattered far and wide from him; remember how his sworn
disciples had betrayed him in the hour of his great need, and had blamed him for the
failure of the cause which he and they had pledged themselves to stand by; and, last,
realise how he had proved himself a brave man, brave as a lion, who like Rudra
swallowed the poison of defeat, humiliation and woe that destiny had put to his lips, and
yet survived as a hero and an incarnation for generations to emulate. The failure of such a
man was, I felt, the fittest subject for my song. It would support me in my hour of sorrow
and defeat like a pillar of strength. It would help and inspire generations to come to erect
a splendid edifice of success on the failures, miseries and defeats of the generation to
which I belonged.