Showing posts with label unsung hero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unsung hero. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 April 2019

Mahatma Phule: The Unsung Hero




Almost two hundred years ago, there lived a man, Jyotiba Phule whose name when entered into Google, yields a very interesting quote, which I want to share with my readers:  

  "Nationalism cannot progress in India until differences over food and eating habits persist and marital relationships are imposed upon by differences of community."

Ahem! I thought to myself.   Someone had had the gumption to say that outright almost two hundred years ago!  Had he lived today, he would have never made it with the current powers-that-be.  Must have been quite a trail-blazer for his times!  I continued to read further, my curiosity thoroughly provoked.  It turned out I was not far wrong in my thinking; he was indeed a remarkable man, to say the least.

Apparently, the original surname of the family had been Gorhe and they hailed from the village of Katgun, in present day Satara district, Maharashtra.  His ancestors moved to Poona in search of livelihood. They befriended a florist, who taught them his line of work. They became quite proficient at growing and arranging flowers and took on the name of Phule (flower-man) in place of Gorhe

One of the Phule siblings, Govindrao, had two sons, of whom Jyotirao was the younger. His wife, Chimnabai, died before Jyotiba turned one. The Mali community did not give much importance to education, which Jyotiba commented upon later as follows: 

Lack of education leads to lack of wisdom,
which leads to lack of morals,
which leads to lack of progress,
which leads to lack of money,
which leads to the oppression of the lower classes
See what state of society one lack of education can cause!

Here was a man, all those years ago, who established a clear connection between lack of money and oppression. 

A Christian convert from the same Mali caste as Phule (there were Christian converts in that day and age too!), recognised his intelligence and persuaded Phule's father to allow Phule to attend the local Scottish Mission High School.So eventually, he got to attend a school that is quite the best of the best even today.  Phule studied until the seventh standard in that school. As was the prevailing practice, he got married at 13, to a Mali girl, Savitribai, who was his father’s choice.

However, the turning point in his life came in 1848, when he attended the wedding of a Brahmin friend.  After having been invited to the wedding, Phule was insulted roundly by his friend's parents for including himself in the baraat or the groom’s party. They told him that knowing fully well he was from a lower caste, he should have stayed away from that part of the ceremony.  This incident left a great mark on Phule and made him sharply aware of the injustice prevalent in the caste system.
In 1848, aged 23, Phule had the opportunity to visit the first girls' school in Ahmednagar, run by Christian missionaries. It was also in 1848 that he read Thomas Paine's book Rights of Man and developed a keen sense of social justice. (I wonder which student having just completed education up to the seventh standard, from any school today, is capable of reading, understanding and assimilating into his life something such as Rights of Man?).  He realised how disadvantaged lower castes and women were in Indian society, and more importantly, how education of these sections was vital to their emancipation.
To this end and in the same year, 1848, Phule first taught reading and writing to his wife, Savitribai, and then the couple started the first indigenously-run school for girls in Pune.  In his book Gulamgiri, he describes how they were ostracised for this by both family and community.  They were given shelter by their friends, Usman and Fatima Sheikh, brother and sister, who opened their doors to them against immense pressure from the local society. They also helped to start the school in their premises.  By 1852, the Phules started three schools for children from untouchable communities. Undeterred by criticism, he supported the cause of widow remarriage and set up a home for pregnant widows to give birth in a safe and secure place in 1863.  An orphanage was set up in an attempt to reduce the rate of infanticide.  Phule stood up against the stigma of social untouchability surrounding the lower castes by opening his house and the use of his water-well to their members. 
Phule held radical views on Aryans.  He believed that the caste system of the Aryans was merely an instrument to ensure the social superiority of the Brahmins.  But it was his views of the British that were really astonishing.  He felt that the British were comparatively enlightened as they did not believe in the caste system.  In his book, Gulamgiri, he has expressed his gratitude to Christian missionaries for making the lower castes realise that they were human too, and deserved basic human rights.  The book was dedicated to Abolitionists in the US and their dedicated efforts to end slavery.  Such were his levels of awareness!
His view of Rama, the hero of the Indian epic Ramayana, would have raised quite a few eyebrows too.  Phule considered him a symbol of oppression (Is it any wonder Phule’s name and his path-breaking achievements are not given the credit they deserve!).  He looked down upon the Vedas as the most fundamental texts of upper-caste Hindus, considering them to be a form of false consciousness. He is credited with introducing the Marathi word, dalit (fallen/broken/crushed), popularised in the 1970s by the Dalit Panthers. 
On 24 September 1873, Phule founded the Satyashodhak Samaj (Society of the Seekers of Truth) with the aim of focussing on the rights of disadvantaged groups such as women, the Dalits and lower castes.  The Satyashodhak Samaj upheld the ideals of human well being and happiness above all.  It highlighted the importance of rational thinking, unity and equality, while speaking up against orthodox religious principles and rituals.  Members included Muslims, Brahmins and government officials, with non-Brahmin castes dominating it.

He was appointed as a member of the municipal council to the Poona Municipality in 1876 and served in this unelected position until 1883.  He passed away in 1890. 

Dr. B.R. Ambedkar, the first minister of law of India and the architect of the Indian Constitution, acknowledged Phule as one of his three gurus. 

This was Jyotirao Govindrao Phule (11 April 1827 – 28 November 1890) whose birth anniversary we celebrate today.  A man of outstanding courage, thinker,  reformer, social activist, who blazed an untrodden path against heavy odds.  He lit the way for others who came after him, some of whom were instrumental in building independent India.  He and his wife, Savitribai Phule, were pioneers of women education in India. The couple was among the first native Indians to open a school for girls of India.
Here was indeed, a man among men, a rare man, who measured the progress of his country from the state of its womenfolk.
Image courtesy gyanpandit.com

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

The Hero Behind


Early yesterday, my friend Shyama Patil, who lives in Kolhapur and is very proud of her Maharashtrian roots, reminded me that today was Shivaji Maharaj’s birth anniversary.  That reminder started a chain of thought. 
Who has not heard of Shivaji?   As school-going children in India, we have been brought up on tales of his bravery and heroism so much so that the very mention of his name, sends a thrill down one’s spine.  However today, as a mother and teacher, on being reminded of his birth anniversary, I caught myself reflecting on the people behind Shivaji and his glorious achievements.   Who were behind the making of Shivaji Maharaj, the legend?  How did they inspire him?  Is there anything that I can learn from them to create my own Shivajis?    
On the 19th day of February, all of 389 years ago, in 1630 to be exact, was born to Jijabai and Shahaji Bhonsle, in the Shivneri fort of Maharashtra, a son, whom they named after the local diety, Shivai.  The world today honours him as Shivaji, the lion-hearted Maratha-warrior prince.   His father, Shahaji Bhonsle, was mostly away, being in the service of one or other of the Deccan sultanates in power at the time.  Young Shiva’s upbringing was left in the hands of his mother Jijabai and his guru, Samarth Ramdas.  In all the emphasis that is laid on his indomitable courage and valour, what most of us do not realise was that Shivaji was, first and foremost, and remained throughout his life, a man of spotless character and great personal integrity.  At the core of his greatness, his extremely soul-stirring charisma and heroism, is this devotion to a set of values instilled in him by both his mother and guru, no doubt from his very childhood.


Jijabai was not only a deeply religious and morally upright woman, but she was equally adept at managing and attending the day-to-day running of her husband’s small jagir around the Shivneri fort in Pune, where Shivaji was born.  If we reflect on this, we can already see how she might have been the role model for Shivaji, the very capable and balanced ruler of later years. His much-admired quality to cast aside all dilemmas and reach the heart of a problem as swiftly as his arrows, to take instant decisions that had far-reaching consequences was rooted in the ideals his mother set before him.  This was a quality that even his enemies both secretly admired and hated him for.   In fact, if there was any one quality of Shivaji which they ardently wished they had, it was this astuteness, this vision.  The more I read about him, the more I feel this was an attribute inculcated in him by his mother.   Quite clearly, she led him by example.  It is said that he consulted her all his life, and even when she was no more, he was guided no doubt, by her principles that were deeply ingrained in him.   
As a child, she kept her close to him throughout the day, as she went about her daily tasks of administrating the jagir, being sensitive to the needs of the people who lived there, being kind yet firm, allocating funds wisely and inventively, keeping them united in heart.  At bedtime, she would narrate to him stories of heroes from the Mahabharat and the Ramayana, who defended and upheld what was right with their very life and every breath.  Together with Guru Ramdas, she laid the foundation of obedience, of discipline, of valuing and cherishing true friends who stand by you through thick and thin and working on your strengths and weaknesses tirelessly.
Is it any wonder that in later years, when Lokmanya Tilak was looking to inspire Indians and unite them against the British, he revived the tradition of celebrating Ganesh Chaturthi and Shivaji Jayanti as a community festival. 
On his 379th birth anniversary today, I feel as mothers and the first teachers of our children, we need to take a leaf out of Jijamata’s book, of leading by example and keeping our children close to ourselves.  Only then, can we can hope that Shivaji will live on, not just in textbooks, but in the hearts and minds of future generations of Indians.
(All images credited to Wikipedia: Commons)