Gandhiji was born never to die

Subhas Chandra Pattanayak

On Gndhiji’s seventieth birthday in 1939, Albert Einstein had said:

A leader of his people, unsupported by any outward authority; a politician whose success rests not upon craft nor the mastery of technical devices, but simply on the convincing power of his personality; a victorious fighter who has always scorned the use of force; a man of wisdom and humility, armed with resolve and inflexible consistency, who has devoted all his strength to the uplifting of his people and the betterment of their lot; a man who has confronted the brutality of Europe with the dignity of the simple human being, and thus at all times risen superior.

Generations to come, it may be, will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth.

True.

Even this generation scarce believes that Mahatma Gandhi was a reality.
Otherwise, how is it that the fellows, who stand against everything that Gandhiji stood for, rule the roost?

Does it matter? No. The relevance of Gandhiji is so very irreversible that the community of his killer also sings glory to him, like the Satan sings glory to the God.

Gandhiji was killed, because he refused to be communal. The world knows, communal harmony is the only key to its survival.

And, here, therefore, despite death, Ganghi is alive and will live forever. He was born never to die.