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

CHAPTER X
Miniature Hindu Raj
When I stepped into the Andamans there was in it, in prison and outside, what one
may rightly call, Pathan Raj. Dressed in brief authority, the Pathan dominated the scene.
It was overthrown, as I have described in this story, by the time that my stay in the prison
had come nearly to an end. The Pathan Raj was gone and Hindu Raj had taken its place.
If that was no more than a span, this was no better than one and one-fourth that span. The
capital of that Raj was the oil-depot of the prison and as I have already mentioned before,
I was its foreman and therefore the monarch of that Raj. I sat in my capital on a throne
which was no other than the chair with a broken arm in front of that depot. Our story has
been brought so far, and now we proceed in it.
The oil-depot being the main source of income for the Silver Jail, the man in
charge of it was a person of great importance. In Mr. Barrie's regime no other person than
a Mussulman and Pathan was appointed to that office, for the Pathans were the only
prisoners who enjoyed his confidence then. This was more so after political convicts had
begun to arrive in large number in the Silver Jail. Naturally the top man selected his own
man to manage the whole establishment. As such every one connected with the oil-depot
from top to bottom was a Mussulman, and mostly a Pathan. As the prisoners were to
measure out every day their quota of oil to the foreman and to the officers under him, all
of them were a terror to the prisoners put on the Kolu to do their day's work of crushing
coconut for oil. The foreman could make the prisoner shake in his shoes by the simple
words "The quantity of oil is not up to your quota." And the jamadar, the petty officer
and all under him shuddered along with them. The foreman of the godown had the
prescriptive right of beating the prisoners. If Mr. Barrie listened to any one without a
demur, it was to the godown- keeper or the foreman of that ware-house of oil. Hence he
was the foremost person to carry tales against the prisoners. The wiliest, the intensely
selfish, the most cunning and the most wicked person in the prison was often chosen for
the job. During my seven to eight years of prison-life, an array of such men had adorned
the seat. Now, in my ninth year, the seat had come to me.
All the Mussulman tindals, petty officers and warders who had still remained in
that jail, were full of fear that I was appointed to that office. The demi-god presiding
over the oil-depot could only be propitiated by offerings in gold and silver. If the
prisoners desired not to be ground down in the oil-mill of that place, they had perforce to
propitiate its deity. Upto this time, the Hindu prisoners in that jail could not escape
persecution by him whether they did or did not flatter the deity, for if they refused any