Mr. Kallenbach had accompanied
me to England with a view to going to India. We were staying together,
and of course wanted to sail by the same boat. Germans, however, were under
such strict surveillance that we had our doubts about Mr. Kallenbach getting
a passport. I did my best to get it, and Mr. Roberts, who was in favour
of his getting his passport, sent a cable to the Viceroy in this behalf.
But straight came Lord Hardinge's reply: 'Regret Government of India not
prepared to take any such risk.' All of us understood the force of the
It was a great wrench for me
to part from Mr. Kallenbach, but I could see that his pang was greater.
Could he have come to India, he would have been leading today the simple
happy life of a farmer and weaver. Now he is in South Africa, leading his
old life and doing brisk business as an architect.
We wanted a third class passage,
but as there was none available on P. & O. boats, we had to go second.
We took with us the dried fruit
we had carried from South Africa, as most of it would not be procurable
on the boat, where fresh fruit was easily available.
Dr. Jivraj Mehta had bandaged
my ribs with 'Mede's Plaster' and had asked me not to remove it till we
reached the Red Sea. For two days I put up with the discomfort, but finally
it became too much for me. It was with considerable difficulty that I managed
to undo the plaster and regain the liberty of having a proper wash and
My diet consisted mostly of
nuts and fruits. I found that I was improving every day, and felt very
much better by the time we entered the Suez Canal. I was weak, but felt
entirely out of danger, and I gradually went on increasing my exercise.
The improvement I attributed largely to the pure air of the temperate zone.
Whether it was due to past experience
or to any other reason, I do not know, but the kind of distance I noticed
between the English and Indian passengers on the boat was something I had
not observed even on my voyage from South Africa. I did talk to a few Englishmen,
but the talk was mostly formal. There were hardly any cordial conversations
such as had certainly taken place on the South African boats. The reason
for this was, I think, to be found in the conscious or unconscious feeling
at the back of the Englishman's mind that he belonged to the ruling race,
and the feeling at the back of the Indian's mind that he belonged to the
I was eager to reach home and
get free from this atmosphere.
On arriving at Aden, we already
began to feel somewhat at home. We knew the Adenwallas very well, having
met Mr. Kekobad Kavasji Dinshaw in Durban and come in close contact with
him and his wife.
A few days more and we reached
Bombay. It was such a joy to get back to the homeland after an exile of
Gokhale had inspired a reception
for me in Bombay, where he had come in spite of his delicate health. I
had approached India in the ardent hope of merging myself in him, and thereby
feeling free. But fate had willed it otherwise.