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

we have described above? Well, on day he kicked his sister for abusing him as she found
him in the company of moral rakes- those who indulges in bhang and took to evil ways.
He killed her under the intoxication of that narcotic. He stabbed her in that frenzy and she
died. Now he walks in that line bent under the heavy load he carried on his head. He
limps for the heavy weight that binds his feet. He cannot bear the shackles on his feet and
the load on his head. And he fears that once in that prison beyond the seas, he can never
more seen his kith and kin, his land of birth and his intimates at home. Between these two
extremes- the dacoit at the one end and this boy at the other-one saw in this procession a
variety of fierceness, shamelessness and cruelty. Behold this rank and file marching on-
one by one, one after another,- with their chains ringing to rhythm. It was a hideous sight
to see. Indeed, it was a spectacle that none looked on without humiliation and disgust.
At last the procession passed through the main gate. The gaoler came forth to
inspect it. The news of his arrival on the scene made the onlookers run helter-skelter.
Each of them escaped as he could, and pretended to resume his work. The warders on the
scene cried out, “No more noise, get on with your work.” As if they were unaware of
what was happening only a minute before! As if they themselves had not shared the sight
and the fun with those whom they now presumed to reprimand! As if everything then was
being carried out according to law and discipline!
A Kindly Officer
On the following day, I was ushered into the presence of a Committee which was
to examine me. It was to say if I was fit in body and mind, by age and several other
things, to be transported to the Andamans. A kindly Officer said to me at the time, “If
you would really not go there, I shall try my very best, use all my influence, to keep you
here. I shall not fail you.” I said to him, “ I am very grateful to you for your kind wishes.
But it is not in the power of the Government of Bombay to keep me back in India. And I
would not trouble you and you need not trouble yourself where we know we are
helpless.” I was then examined by the Committee. The Officer was present at the
examination. I had high fever; nevertheless, I was weighed and the board reported that I
was fit to be carried over. And I was ordered to proceed to the Andamans. I took my
bedding under the arm-pit, I carried my utensils in my hand, and I walked on to the place
reserved for the chalan. I crossed the threshold and entered the eastern wing of the old
fortification. This was the threshold of my entry into the Andamans. India lost me and I
lost India. I was definitely bound for the Andamans.
End of Chapter III