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

place precisely because of these efforts on our part to set things right at any cost. The
change of Superintendent had also much to do with the reform. The new Superintendent
was a gentleman and a fair-minded Officer. His appointment over this prison was also the
fruit of ventilating our grievances in the Indian Newspapers and their discussion in the
Central Legislature of India. The Andamans had, thereby, become the topic of the day
and the Government of India could no longer ignore it as in the past. The Superintendent,
kind-hearted as he was, could not avoid moving with the times and the prisoners had
benefitted by the change.
In addition to bad, insufficient, and sometimes unhealthy food, we had to suffer as
much from the way in which we were handled while we were at our morning and evening
meal. The prisoners were seated in a line in the hot noon-clay sun or in drenching rain.
None could sit out of the line. To avoid this nuisance, the prisoners, as soon as the food
was served in their respective plates, would hasten to go under a shelter from the sun and
the rain; but the petty officer in charge abused them and Mr. Barrie proceeded against
them for having broken the line. And the Superintendent would punish the offenders for
encouraging disobedience among others of their number. All the same, the toughest
among us never gave up the practice of sitting for dinner in the shade as protection from
sun and rain.
And this was not the rule only for the prisoners inside but also for those who were
sent to work outside. Other Officers treated these batches no better than Mr. Barrie
himself. Sometime these were made to take their meal standing. Their clothes were wet
with rain, their bodies shivered with cold, and they held their plates in one hand and
dined with another all the while standing, and the drops of rain falling on the bread and
rice in their plates. And this mode of serving and eating was not an exception but the rule
with the prisoners working outside the jail and in different parts of the island settlement.
Those alone escaped from this imposition who had the privilege given them to cook for
themselves and eat independent of the rest. But no political prisoner, detailed for work
outside, was ever given that freedom. He had to suffer all along and yet he did not shrink
from the struggle to relieve the misery of his fellow-prisoners in and out of the prison-
walls of the Silver Jail. The political prisoners suffered continuously and exceptionally;
they incurred the severe displeasure of their custodians, but they did not give up till they
had seen that things were changing for the better in the prison where they had to serve the
longest term of incarceration. Besides this hardship of the sun and the rain over their
heads, they had another grievance and that was the petty officer who never gave them
sufficient time to finish their meals. The time given was very brief, and, as soon as it was
up, the petty officer went round shouting, "The time is up, get up." And the prisoners had
to stand up and leave, whether or not they had finished the food in their plates. The
remainder had to be thrown into the dust-bin. If they refrained or hesitated, the petty
officer would rush into the line, brandishing his stick, and knock the plates out of their
hands, and he would also give a blow or two to some of them. Stragglers were then
hauled up before the jailor and the Superintendent invariably punished them. It took us
five years of persistence and agitation to change all this. The prisoners were gradually
allowed to sit in the shade, to take their meals without unnecessary hurry and bustle; they