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

my petition was a point-blank 'no'; and the ground was that I had not yet completed my
ten years!
The regulations which went against me had always been observed meticulously;
while those which went in my favour were far from being so strictly applied. According
to the rule, I should have met my kith and kin after five years, but I did not secure the
permission to see them till after seven or eight years. And now as I had technically
completed my ten years, the permit I had applied for was being withheld from me!
But was the rule at all observed strictly? By no means. Ten years had passed, the
time for granting the ticket was already over-due, and I was lingering in that jail yet!
A Foreman
But now I came to be appointed a foreman, and I drew for the appointment the
handsome salary of Rupee One per month! And that was, again, an act of favour. I am
sincerely thankful to the individual officer who did me that kind turn. Never mind, I am a
foreman all the same. Some of them spoke to me by way of a jibe, "Many others after
you are now occupying higher jobs here; they are 'Babus' and are exercising their
authority as such. While your good self! You are only a foreman in an oil-depot!"
I used to give them an equally curt answer: "You do not realise the power that I
possess. What of the Babu? A prisoner, a Superintendent, a Commissioner—each of them
is only a 'man'. While I am a 'foreman', that is the leader of men. The Government has at
last seen my worth, and honoured me as I deserved. The honour which even the Viceroy
did not have, they have bestowed upon me. A foreman, the leader of men—what better
title should I aspire after?
As a foreman I was in charge of the big oil-depot of the factory. In the prison-
world, the office had its singular importance. The oil-depot contained hundreds of casks
of coconut oil containing a month's produce of thousands of pounds of oil ready for
export abroad. This was the main and a great source of income in the Andamans—its
coconut gardens and the oil manufactured out of them. Three big reservoirs were full of
oil ground out of the oil-mill in that prison. Big casks were filled with oil on order for
export abroad. They went to Calcutta and Rangoon and returned to the treasury an
income to be calculated in thousands. The oil-depot was the centre of all these tran-
sactions from month to month and throughout the year. It was the nerve-centre of the
Silver Jail—its thews and sinews. And others were naturally jealous that I was put in
charge of the job. So they began to twit me. Indeed, it was a key-job, an important job
and I was dressed in that authority!