T.
S. Swaminathan (1909-2007)
Today,
June 25th, is my Father’s birthday. For me every day is Father’s
Day. I miss him today more than ever. Chocolates and cashew nuts were the only
gifts he would accept. Endowed with super encyclopaedical memory he could quote
from Sanskrit, Tamil and English literature. He dedicated his youth to his country and later
to his work. A devout follower of Sanatana dharma, his day began with chanting
Vishnu Sahasranamam. Our summer holidays were road trips to Thanjavur, museums
and temples. In his younger days, he mastered chess and photography. He built a
dark room in our bungalow for his equipment to develop film.
One
of the first Actuaries in India, he was instrumental in establishing Life
Insurance Corporation in 1955, and later after retirement was re-commissioned as
Chief Custodian for the formation of General Insurance Corporation. After he
retired for the second time, he was employed for 28 years in a company which
had overseas dealings. He studied the U.S. Law as their Legal and Financial
Advisor. He was 95 years old when he stopped working at this 9 to 5 job.
But
what his colleagues and officers will remember about him is his strong
incorruptible character and as a fearless votary of Truth. I found among my
papers this interesting jotting describing in his own words, his involvement in
the freedom movement.
Freedom Movement in Delhi 1930-1931
Delhi
in 1929, was surcharged with nationalist sentiment. I was in Delhi in June that
year in search of temporary employment. I was preparing for the ICS competitive
examinations two years later. Bhagat Singh and his friends were in the Lahore
Borstal jail. The sensational news of the uprising was constantly in the newspapers
and with the launching of the Salt Satyagraha movement in 1930, it became
impossible for me to complete a career as a government servant. I gave up the
goal of becoming an ICS Officer. I also felt that one could not keep oneself
away from this movement. Failure to participate in the national struggle cannot
be explained away. I became a part of the national movement but without any
official position therein. As soon as the Salt Satyagraha was announced, boycott
of foreign cloth, became an important part of the programme. Delhi at that time
was one of the most important cloth markets of Northern India, the other
centres being Amritsar and Kanpur. At Delhi I was having my residence in the
New Cloth Market on the Queen’s Road near the railway station-and more
important, close to the Company Bagh, where all political meetings were being
held. The boycott was very systematically organised in Delhi. We knew all the
places- Katra, Kusha and godowns where there were stocks of foreign cloth.
Volunteer guards were posted at all such places; any attempt to move the cloth
out of Katra or godowns resulted in slogan shouting by the volunteers and the resulting
crowd of Congress sympathizers effectively prevented any movement.
The
volunteers were there day and night. Unofficially, I used to take one or two
rounds every night to all these centres- all in Chandni Chowk. I was just
brushed aside and left with a bleeding injured foot. This attracted the
attention of the Press and the local leaders.
My
nocturnal rounds to the Katra and godowns became generally known. This system
was so effective that for nearly four or five months there was no movement of
foreign cloth.
The
Delhi merchants became desperate and some decided to brave the odium of the
shouts of “toady bachcha hai hai” and defy the boycott. One fine morning in
October 1930 there was a truck standing right in front of my residence in the
cloth market loading cloth from the opposite shop. I started shouting and tried
to stop the truck; the police took me into custody and charged me under the
picketing ordinance. The effect of my arrest on my immediate circle of friends
was electric. Two of my friends followed me into the jail by attending and trying
to address a banned public meeting.
Others were meeting us daily at the jail gate and giving us news.
I
was sentenced to six months rigorous imprisonment placed in ‘B’ Class and
transferred to the new Central Jail in Multan (now in Pakistan). In those days
all state level leaders were in Multan and the rest in Attock. At Multan the
“B” class prisoners consisted of representatives of all districts of Punjab.
From
Lyallpur and Sargodha Montgomery to Hissar and Rohtak, as well as had been
transferred with me from Delhi.
Life
in Multan in winter was bearable because of the company. The ‘B’ Class
prisoners formed a jolly good group as they were allowed rations and convict
servants to cook food. There was no real hardship. We held a mock round table
conference in the barrack.
However,
I was attracted by the idea of further sacrifice when I found that a very
respected leader Sardar Amar Singh Jhalbal and one Dandi marcher Krishnan Nair
were in ‘C’ class in the same jail. I
obtained a voluntary transfer to ‘C’ class. Here, life was more tough; very
rough blankets and shirts and bad food. No vegetables except radish and turnip.
I sustained myself on bad rotis and gur in lieu of cigarettes as remuneration
from the work done in the jail. But I had good company and I was able to
improve my knowledge of Urdu by having Premchand’s short stories (some volumes
were in circulation in the barracks) read out and explained to me. I formed
some friendships which continued even after the release from the jail. Amongst those in the jail were Batukeshwar
Dutt -a co-accused with Bhagat Singh in the Lahore Conspiracy Case, Chaudhary
Sher Jung -a scion of the princely house of Nahan (Sirmaurr)-turned-revolutionary
and Kharag Bahadur Singh, a Nepali inmate of Sabarmati Ashram who was a Dandi
marcher.
The
release from jail in March 1931, was a wonderful experience. We were welcomed
everywhere. I was travelling to Delhi with Kharag Bahadur Singh who was travelling
to Rohtak (about thirty miles from Delhi).
The
local public insisted that I too must get down at Rohtak. We were then taken in
procession through the streets of Rohtak.
After
his release from Multan Jail, one of my friends visited me in Delhi and we
spent a few days together discussing the future course of action. Revolutionary
activity was not excluded. Unfortunately, this was not to be. A bomb that he
was carrying exploded killing my friend Chand Singh instantly. The Police found
my address in Delhi among his personal effects. A police constable arrived in
my office at Chandni Chowk- about a hundred yards from the Kotwali- to summon
me for interrogation. Word got round that I had been arrested and there was
consternation in the office. My Gujarati boss sent me on a round tour of the
branch offices in Gujarat and Andhra to escape from the unwelcome attention of
the Police. I returned to the office in Delhi after five months.