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

concerned had veered round to the view, Tulshi found it impossible to continue as a
Mussulman, and felt only that he must be a Hindu as before. He was so steeped in his
borrowed habits that he had even forgotten his old Hindu name, and one had to remind
him of it. Every one took him for a Muslim and he wrote and signed a Muslim. But the
stir and excitement of the Hindu r e v i v a l around him awakened his deep-seated love
for own faith, and made him throw off his borrowed garments. Continuing to be a
Mussulman for a period of fifteen years, he reverted at the age of fifty to his own
religion, We christened him Tulshi, and as Tulshi he is now known throughout the
island. Every day he reads his Ramayana, and wears as a mark of Hinduism, the usual
'tilak' on his forehead, and they do not forbid this reconverted Hindu from dining in a row
with them. As this difficulty disappeared, it became easier for us to retain those whom we
had reconverted and correspondingly more difficult for the Muslims to convert Hindus to
their faith.
If a Muslim or a Christian does not lose his caste by taking his food with a Hindu,
why should a Hindu alone lose his caste and religion by dining in the company of
Christians and Muslims or eating the food that they set? Was it because the Hindu had
lost his power of digestion? How did it happen I wonder. A Hindu must now eat and
drink with the Mussulman and the Christian, and digesting his food, survive as a Hindu.
The whole world has been feasting on you and you are the only people starving ! We
must now learn, 0, my brothers, to feed on the food of the whole world and yet remain
staunch Hindus. That is the only way of our salvation ! That constitutes the salvaging of
Hindu culture, Hindu religion and Hindu civilisation. I have been preaching this all along
and in different contexts. I have sought to impress this one truth on the mind of my co-
religionists. I may quote only one instance to illustrate my argument.
There come to the Andamans, as it is a coaling station, steamers laden with coal.
Coal is stored up in the harbour to provide passing ships and steamers the coal that they
need occasionally for their voyage to and fro. Once when a ship with the cargo of coal in
her happened to be at anchor in that port, thousands of prisoners were put on the labour
from day-break to empty the coal and to stock it in the appointed ware-houses. The
prisoners could get no food during the day as they were so busy with the work. So usually
they were given four handfuls of gram each, as a substitute for their morning meal. They
worked like this from early morn till three in the afternoon when alone they were sent
back to the settlement to have meal. Sacks full of gram were ordered for the purpose on
the day of such work. Hindus and Muslims did not take from the same sack but
separately. On that particular day, the Hindu prisoners, dead tired with their work, their
bodies full of perspiration, and their faces and hands besmeared with coal dust, returned
to the spot where these things were being served to them. It was 12 noon and they were
very hungry. And what did they find? They found that the Muslim prisoners who had
preceded them had already opened the sacks reserved for Hindus and had been making a
full meal out of them ! These Hindu prisoners belonged to the Thakur caste in
Hindusthan, who would not eat the food touched by the Mussulmans. Here were sacks
full of grams and parched rice. But they would not touch a particle because the
Mohomedans had touched them. The officer in charge of them all was a Mohomedan.