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

completed by hanging on to it with all his might. So much physical strength had to be
expended on crushing the coconut pieces for oil. Youths of twenty or more, who in their
lives had not done any physical labour, were put upon that labour. They were all educated
young men of delicate constitution. From six to ten in the morning they were yoked to the
wheel which they turned round and round till their breath had become heavy. Some of
them had fainted many tames during the process. They had to sit down for sheer
exhaustion and helplessness. Ordinarily all work had to be stopped between ten and
twelve. But this 'Kolu' as the oil-mill labour was called, had to continue throughout. The
door was opened only when meal was announced The man came in, and served the meal
in the pan and went away and the door was shut. If after washing his hands one were to
wipe away the perspiration on his body, the Jamadar-the worst of gangsters in the whole
lot-would go at him with loud abuse. There was no water for washing hands. Drinking
water was to be had only by propitiating the Jamadar. While you were at Kola, you felt
very thirsty. The waterman gave no water except for a consideration which was to palm
off to him some tobacco in exchange. If one spoke to the Jamadar his retort was, "A
prisoner is given only two cups of water and you have already consulted three. Whence
can I bring you more water? From your father?" We have put down the retort of the
Jamadar in the decent language possible. If water could not be had for wash and drink,
what can be said of water for bathing?

Must finish your quota

What of bath? Even of our usual meal it was the same story. The dinner being
served, the door of the prison-cell was locked; and the Jamadar was upon us to see, not if
we had dined well, but if we had not already begun our round of the grinding oil-mill !
He paraded through the shawl, halting before each room and announcing to its inmates in
bad and threatening words that, come what may, the usual quota had to be completed by
evening. He added that otherwise the prisoner would get a sound thrashing from him and
some additional punishment from his superior. When we heard this shouting, while we
were just at our meat, the morsel in our hand would not go down, and we had to stop
eating all at once. For every one of us had seen how a man who had failed to do his quota
had a belabouring of kicks and fisticuffs from the august Jamadar, in addition to his
bludgeoning him with the stick. The anticipation of this terror took away all appetite,
though we were, all of us, indeed, very hungry. We got up, and began our work of
pushing the handle and going round the mill like a yoked buffalo, with perspiration
dripping down from our face, and its beads falling into the dish we were carrying in the
other hand. I have seen prisoners working in this pitiable condition-swallowing, anyhow,
the food in their plate, and running round the mill at the same time. The claims of hunger
could not be put off while the demand of labour was equally excruciating. The work of
the 'Kolu' had to be carried on in this condition till five o'clock in the evening with the
hurried meal preceding it, the mode whereof I have already described. Out of a hundred,
only one with a callous body could hardly complete his dally quota of thirty pounds of
cocoanut oil. The rest took two days, at the least, to crush so much oil out of dried
coconut pulp. The novitiates, the simpletons, the Inexperienced, and the honest were the
greatest sufferers in the process. They always got the severest beating from the Jamadar,