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

discourses on the Bhagvad Gita and to recite Bhajans composed by the Arya Samaj.
Hundreds of illiterate and ignorant Hindu prisoners imbibed on these sacred days the
spirit of nationality and came to know something of national politics. Seeds were sown
on the occasion and curiosity was roused among them which did not all go in vain. I am
tempted here to mention some names. They were those who had come first in the Silver
Jail, and after serving their term had gone out as writers or factory inspectors in the
colony where they carried on our mission with sincerity and zeal. I owe a tribute to
them for the excellent public work they had done. But I must refrain, from naming them
at least, for the time being, and as regards the first edition of this book, in their own
interest. I may, however, state that some were educated men and political convicts from
Dharwar, Akola, and Bihar. Others came from the class of thieves and dacoits and were
ignorant at the start. These latter were, indeed, criminals with dangerous propensities.
But through our propaganda and education they had been completely transformed and
their souls were free from the taint of their former sins. It gave me great joy to notice this
change in them, and, further, to record here, that they exposed themselves many times to
trial and punishment while arranging and holding meetings and doing the constructive
work that we had chalked out for them. As agitators, some of them had undergone a
summary trial in this prison and sentences from six months to a year were passed on
them, and they had to serve this sentence of hard labour in the prison itself, for which
they were withdrawn from their appointed work in the settlement. But they bore it all,
and their conduct in the prison since their transformation into public workers was honest
and beyond all praise.
How bold and enterprising they were, will be clear to the reader from the
following story. I have already narrated how risky it was to exchange even a word with a
man known as a political convict. Some of the ordinary prisoners had to lose their jobs
for such misdemeanour. Others were removed from their writing work and were put to
work on the oil-mill. Yet when a large number of ex-soldiers had begun to come here as
political convicts, these enterprising men entertained them with fruit on their way from
the steamer to the jail, eluding all the police precaution against such course. And they did
the same kind turn by political convicts on their release and on their way back to the
steamer. They carried to them eatables from people in the Andamans, they brought them
new clothes to put on, and they helped them with little money to be of use on the way.
And all this they did in a secret, silent manner. For if the matter was known to the
authorities, they were sure to be punished severely for the offence, and they were sure to
be completely ruined. And all this good work they continued doing by subscribing for it
from their own slender purses.
The first primary school in the jail
I decided to utilise my comparative freedom and power as foreman of the oil-
depot, towards the systematic spread of education among the prisoners. I had always
striven for it against tremendous odds as the prisoners had but known too well before.
And when I wanted to launch upon a new endeavour they openly came out to support me.