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

The First Strike
The series of endless hardships described above ended in a manner that came as a
surprise to the jail authorities. The political prisoners reacted to it each in his own ways.
The general trend among them was to obey and do the allotted work as far as it lay in
them to put up with it But when the discipline and its rigid enforcement had become too
harsh, well-nigh impossible to endure, then the question that faced one and all was "to
live or not to live."
It was no longer an academic discussion, no mere philosophising, but a stern
reality. And it effected two extremes in a different way The one extreme was but to
practise abject flattery and be relieved of it. Among these were those who had lost heart
and the control of their minds. Safety first safety at all cost had become an obsession with
them. At the other end were those who, suppressed and downcast as they were by all the
vigours of their prison-life, were now out to fight it out to the finish, and never submit at
the cost of self-respect and honour. Fight, fight to the last ditch. That had become a
slogan with them. There were those in the centre whom their inner voice had told not to
seek death but live, so long as you can live without being false to your principles, and
work up politically to remove the grievance. At the same tame, if life with self-respect
became an impossibility, they would, of course, prefer death to it and without a moment's
hesitation.
I have already described to you the type which chose for safety at any cost. The other
which went on for fight, and those who counselled discrimination, resolved to join hands
and go on passive resistance against the unendurable vigours and humiliations of our
prison existence. As a first step they were to refuse work that involved hard labour. And
it materialised in the political prisoners' non-co-operation with the |'Kolu"-the grinding
mill that had ground down their lives. This was the first strike in the history of the Silver
Jail. It was a strike on a small scale, but the very act was regarded as an impossibility
under the stern regime of Mr. Barrie, and its beginning created a stir and excitement in
the prison-world the like of which it had not witnessed before. Mr. Barrie regarded it as a
great personal insult, and was infuriated by it. Poor Mr. Barrie ! This was but the
beginning of the end. And the insult was nothing compared with what he had to face in
the sequel.
The Demi-God of Port Blair
To all other prisoners and occasionally to us also Mr. Barrie would sometime
harangue as follows:- "Listen, ye prisoners. an the Universe there is one God, and He
lives in the Heavens above. But in Port Blair there are two: one, the God of Heaven, and
another, the God of Earth. Indeed, the God of Earth in Port Blair-that is myself. The God
of Heaven will reward you when you go above. But this God of Port Blair will reward