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Leafing through the books, pondering over the different facets of Bapu Kuti, many find themselves as fellow-travellers with Gandhi. For most of them the spirit of. – Buy Bapu Kutir book online at best prices in India on Read Bapu Kutir book reviews & author details and more at – Buy Bapu Kuti book online at best prices in india on Read Bapu Kuti book reviews & author details and more at

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Search the history of over billion web pages on the Internet. Haifa century after Bapu was killed; the Kuti is alive with gatherings of people who share his dreams. They do not call themselves ‘Gandhians’. Yet as they search for solutions to the many problems of modern India, these activists find themselves coming to the same conclusions as had Gandhi. In this collection, Rajni Bakshi explores the world and lives of twelve such people who have turned their backs on lucrative professions to embark blok a search for practical and humane ways of political and social transformation, rooted in the bspu that a bok India with prosperity for all can be built on the strengths of book and community.

In Rajasthan, for instance, through a rare community effort, villagers make a creative livelihood instead of migrating to urban slums: Bihar bxpu movement is launched to ‘liberate’ mother Ganga.

These images of passionate creativity present an India seldom seen in the mainstream media. They challenge the pervasive cynicism of our times to show that idealism did not die with Gandhi.

Affirming humanity’s ceaseless striving to evolve to higher levels of being, they anticipate an age when conciliation must replace confrontation for building a more just future. Dawn at Bapu Kuti The cadence of prayers at brahma-murat slowly fades into the darkness around Bapu Kuti. There is the sound of gravel crunching underfoot, as those who gathered for prayers on the porch of the Kuti return to their rooms.

A deep, pervasive stillness remains. It will be a while before the first sun rays peep over the horizon. The silence slowly makes kti for the birds as they flutter awake in the grand trees around the Kuti. Soon the squirrels are also up to bkok their day-long scurrying in and out of Mahatma Gandhi’s home. The sun rises hesitantly, glimmering shyly behind the trees before glowing as a cool orange orb filling the porch with a gentle light.

Just bpok then Haribhau arrives to unlock the Kuti and sweep it clean for another day of visitors and pilgrims. This familiar sequence of dawn at Bapu Kuti always fills me with an ineffable joy.

The silence welcomes anyone who makes their way to Bapu Kuti, to spend time on its packed clay floor, perhaps leaning against one of the black wooden poles that hold up the bamboo roof. It was at one such dawn that the idea of bringing together these stories, first came to me.

The Spirit of Bapu Kuti Long after Mahatma Gandhi had left his Kuti forever; it was Haribhau ‘s job gapu arrive there every morning at the crack of dawn.

As he meticulously swept the Kuti and its surrounding yard with a flat straw broom, memories and images played bittersweet tricks on him. Sometimes he would see Bapu strolling with his arm leaning on Mahadevbhai’s shoulder. There had been a time when the Kuti and its surrounding homes bustled with activity as important people came to see Bapu.

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Hari could not follow their discussions, but at the age of fifteen he knew that these meetings helped the struggle for swaraj, self-rule. It was Hari’s duty to cycle daily to Wardha station with Bapu’s outgoing mail and this was always a sizable wad of letters. Hari was also responsible for preparing Bapu ‘s bath water which had to be just right, not too hot and not too cold.

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Hari accomplished this vital chore with some help from a thermometer. Forty years later, as he swept clean the small enclosure in the Kuti where Bapu had his bath, these memories often came back to him.

Few people were interested in Hari ‘s recollections, so he quietly went about his work. On most days he completed his morning chores and then returned to his home in Sewagram, the village lying just outside the boundary of the Ashram. But the Kuti was never alone vapu long. Tourists and pilgrims filed through it all day. Some passed through it quickly for they found little to see, just the usual charkha, walking stick and a narrow mattress covered in crisp white boo.

Others entered with a sense of reverence and stayed a while, as if trying to listen to the kuti. Perhaps Hari noticed that as time went by there were more and more such listeners ‘. They came from far corners of India kuyi the world. These were the on es bool paused to enjoy the free flow of light and air through the Kuti. They stared at kufi Aunt’ on the clay wall below which Bapu sat at work.

Most of them were not bowing in unquestioning reverence to the man whom Hari had lovingly served. Gandhi, was born on October and his richly varied, multi-faceted life was ended by an assassin’s bullets on 30 January The historical Gandhi, like all mortals, was a limited being. Those who flock to Bapu Kuti at the twilight of a century, and the dawn of a new millennium, are in affectionate awe of the civilizational Gandhi.

kyti This Gandhi, free from the bondage of time and space, lingers in the booj — the form and spirit of the Kuti. What is the civilizational Gandhi? Let us search for answers through the Kuti and what it seems to say to successive generations.

But first, let us step back in time to watch the mud, bamboo and wood come together, before we journey with the spirit of Bapu Kuti. Miraben’s labour of love Madeleine Slade was born into an aristocratic British family on a cold November day in Ensconced in lace, frills and strict discipline, she was just like any other well- bred baby.

But a good soothsayer could have told the family that for most of her adult life Madeleine would be known as ‘Miraben’. She was destined to go unimaginably far from the silk and fripperies of a debutante. For Madeleine’s future -was linked to an Indian who was then an obscure attorney-at-law, freshly enrolled at the High Court in London.

In this man, M.

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K, Gandhi, sailed from Mumbai to South Africa to ‘try his luck’ as an attorney there and instead became the ‘Mahatma’. Of course, at that stage of infancy, there was no way of knowing how Madeleine would make history with this man or that his life and ideas would become the second love of her life. Madeleine grew up to be a restless soul seeking higher truths. She had an innate dislike for booo advancing machine age.

The teenage Madeleine watched with dismay as noisy, dangerous-looking automobiles replaced horse carriages on the streets of London. The social whirl of being an admiral’s daughter held no attraction for this tall, solemn young woman. Madeleine adamantly refused to accompany her parents to the Emperor’s Durbar at Delhi in She was happiest in the peaceful surroundings of her grandfather’s country estate. At the age of kti, Madeleine fell irrevocably in love with the music of Ludwig von Beethoven.

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She found ‘something far beyond the music as such: I was contacting the spirit speaking through sound, the spirit of Beethoven. Yes, I had found him. But when she met Rolland he was more keen to talk about his latest book Mahatma Gandhi.

Madeleine had never heard the name- But Rolland said enough to intrigue her. Madeleine bought a copy as soon as Holland’s slim book on Gandhi was released and read it through that very blok. Life was never the same again. Her quest for meaning and purpose had found its destination. Later in her autobiography, The Spirit’s Pilgrimage, this was all Madeleine could say about that great leap in her life: Now I knew what baup ‘something’ was, the approach of which I baapu been feeling.

I was to go to Mahatma Gandhi, who boik the cause of kutk India through fearless truth and non-violence, a cause which, though focused in India, was for the whole humanity.

I did not weigh the pros and cons or try to reason why this was the outcome of my prayers. The call was absolute, and that was all that mattered. There followed a year of ‘severe training’ which included learning to spin, sleeping on the floor and gradually turning into a vegetarian. Then she wrote to Gandhi, at Sabarmati near Ahmedabad, requesting his permission to join the ashram community.

The answer was a welcoming ‘yes’. Thus, inat the age of thirty-three, Madeleine Slade sailed to India, her adopted home, and found in Gandhi her spiritual father. He called her ‘Miraben’ and indeed her devotion to ‘Bapu’ was not unlike Mirabai’s bhakti for her beloved Giridhar Gopal.

The bond which grew between them was unique and beyond the comprehension of most people. Baup later Gandhiji’s affectionate biographer Louis Fischer wrote: He often said to her, “When this body is no more there will not be separation, but I shall be nearer bap you.

The body is a hindrance”. This demanded a tough personal discipline to cultivate fearlessness. It also meant unflinching hard work for the improvement of conditions in Indian villages. The woman who appeared beside Gandhi in several newspaper photographs was wrapped boom a white khadi saree and a simple woollen shawl.

Her head was decorously covered by the pallu of her saree. The photo which went down in history, showed her beaming joyously and standing with Gandhi and a large group of cheering women workers at a Lancashire mill. Gandhi had gone there to explain why Indians must reject British cloth, even though it caused unemployment in Lancashire.

Gandhi baapu many Lancashire bok that India’s struggle for swaraj through swadeshi served the larger good of humanity. It was not a matter of narrow national interest.

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Back home in India, Miraben returned to her duties as a faithful village worker. The Sabarmati Ashram was no longer Gandhi’s headquarters. The Sabarmati community had been disbanded in when Gandhi marched to Dandi and challenged the British Empire by lifting a bbook of salt from the beach. He had then vowed that he would not return to Sabarmati unless he attained puma swaraj, complete freedom from the British. Now Gandhi sought a new headquarters, preferably somewhere in central India.

This search culminated at Wardha, a small market town at the heart of the central Indian plains.