THE GANGA - (PT. JAWAHAR LAL NEHRU) Novel full


                    
THE GANGA

    
                            1889-1964

Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru, The Prime Minister of India, was the true builder of modern India. He was also a well known writer. His famous books are ‘The Discovery of India’, ‘Glimpes of The World History’ and ‘Autobiography’. He was a man of international repute.

Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru




                       About this lesson
‘The Ganga’ is an extract from the last will and testament of pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru. He expresses his gratitude to the people of India for their love and affection. He is also grateful to his colleagues who were his fellow partners. Nehru wants that his body should be cremated after his death. He wishes that a handful of his ashes be immersed in the Ganga and the major portion of them be scattered over the fields.
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I have received so much love and affection from the Indian people that nothing that I to do can repay even  a small fraction of it and indeed there can be no repayment of so precious a thing as affection. Many  have been admired, some have been received, but the affection of all classes of the Indian people has come to me in such abundant measure that I have been overwhelmed by it. I can only express the hope that in the remaining years I may live, I shall not be unworthy of my people and their affection.
To my innumerable company trades and colleagues, I owe an even deeper debt of gratitude. We have  been joint partners in great undertakings  and have shared the triumph and sorrows which inevitably accompany them.
When I die, I should like my body to be cremated, if I die in a foreign country, my body should be cremated there and my ashes sent to Allahabad. A small handful of these ashes should be thrown in the Ganga and the major portion of them disposed of in the manner indicated below. No part of these ashes should be retained or preserved.
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My desire to have a handful of my ashes thrown in the Ganga at Allahabad has no religious significance, so far as I am concerned. I have no religious sentiment in the matter. I have been attached to the Ganga and the Jamuna rivers in Allahabad ever since my childhood and, as I have grown older, this attachment has also grown. I have watched their varying moods as the seasons changed and have often thought of the history  and myth and tradition and story that have become attached to them through the long ages and become part of their flowing waters.
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The Ganga especially is the river of India, beloved of her people, round which are intertwined her racial memories, her hopes and fears, her songs of triumph, her victories and her defeats. She has been a symbol of India’s age-long culture and civilization, ever-changing, ever-flowing, and yet ever the same Ganga. She reminds me of the snow-covered peaks and the deep valleys of the Himalayas, which I have loved so much and of the rich and vast plains below, where my life and work have been cast.
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Smiling and dancing in the morning sunlight, and dark and gloomy and full of mystery as the evening shadows fall; a narrow, show and graceful stream in winter and a vast roaring thing during the monsoon, broad bosomed  almost as the sea and with something of the sea’s power to  destroy, the Ganga has been to me a symbol and memory of the of the past of India, running into the present and flowing on to the great ocean of the future.
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And though I have discarded much of past tradition and custom and an anxious that India should rid herself of all shackles that bind and constrain her and divide her people and suppress vast numbers of them and prevent the free development of the body and the spirit. Though I seek t I do not wish to cut myself off from that past completely. I am proud of that great inheritance that has been, and is,  ours, and I am conscious that I too, like all of us, am a link in the unbroken chain which goes back to the dawn of history in the immemorial past of India. And, as making this request that a handful of my ashes be thrown into the Ganga at Allahabad to be carried to the great ocean that washes India’s shores.

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