BIRLA HOUSE: AN HOMAGE TO GANDHI
History is entwined with Birla House, right from the gate from where Jawaharlal Nehru announced Gandhi’s demise in 1948.
Like millions of his countrymen, Sunil Kumar was introduced to MK Gandhi in a school textbook. Growing up in an orphanage in Delhi’s Daryaganj, the highlight of Kumar’s day were the hours he spent in classroom, participating in competitions about the Father of the Nation. At 14, he was part of a group of students that toured the country in a recreation of Gandhi’s 1915 Bharat Darshan. “It was then I knew that I wanted to spread Gandhi’s message, and I was good at it,” he said.
Kumar, 32, now works at Gandhi Smriti, housed in the Birla House in New Delhi. As one of 34 guides in the facility, he spends his day explaining Gandhi’s writing and life to foreign guests and delegates — except on Mondays, when the memorial is closed and he plays cricket with his son, named after his favourite cricketer, Virat Kohli.
“I love that Gandhi committed mistakes and learnt from them without hiding them. In my life, I have seen that transformation is possible,” he said. “I am lucky to work at the same house in which Gandhi stayed.”
SPOT OF TRANQUILLITY
Tucked away in a leafy corner of central Delhi, Gandhi Smriti is a 10 minute-drive from the bustling Connaught Place, but is a tranquil world unto itself. The sprawling campus comprises a gleaming white mansion, where the ground floor houses a museum replete with photographs, books, accounts of the 144 days the Mahatma spent here between September 9, 1947, and January 30, 1948.
The 12-bedroom house was built by industrialist, Ghanshyam Das Birla in 1928 and played host to many freedom fighters. Gandhi first arrived here on March 15, 1939, for meetings with the then governor general, Lord Linlithgow. “The house was close to the political heart of Delhi and was ideal for consultations and discussions with government officials and politicians,” said A Annamalai, director of the National Gandhi Museum.
“My main object in staying in Delhi, is to give to the Muslims whatever comfort I can, that object was served better by my staying at Birla House,” Gandhi wrote on December 9, 1947, in the wake of the post-Partition riots. History is entwined with Birla House, right from the gate atop which Jawaharlal Nehru announced Gandhi’s demise in 1948, immortalised in a picture made by French photographer Henri Cartier Bresson.
A large statue of Gandhi, sculpted by Ram V Sutar, with a boy and girl holding doves welcomes the visitor. A few steps inside, and you reach the spartan room that Gandhi stayed in, preserved as it was on his last day, with his glasses, staff and low, wooden writing desk, untouched. The voice of Kumar Gandharva wafts by, as part of a presentation of Gandhi’s life playing in the central rotunda. A Martyr’s Column stands at the spot where Gandhi was assassinated.
The first floor houses the Eternal Gandhi Museum, launched in 2005 — a multimedia initiative comprising physical interfaces and digital technology, such as a pillar that lights up when visitors hold hands and surround it, symbolising the end of caste prejudice.
Every year on October 2, children pay tribute to Gandhi through bhajans and an interfaith prayer, attended by the prime minister and president. This year on October 2, Gandhi Smriti has organised two special events: children from 19 Indian schools will make solar lights and switch it on together; and holographic images of Gandhi made in association with the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, will be on display.
“The biggest legacy of Gandhi Smriti is that you can feel Gandhi’s presence,” said Dipankar Shri Gyan, director of the Gandhi Smriti and Darshan Samiti, an autonomous body under the ministry of culture.
The government, which took over Birla House in 1971, threw it open to the public on August 15, 1973.
The following year, Vishnu Prasad joined the staff, and over the next five decades, saw the facility blossom in size and reach. A watchman now, he notes that the facility has become disabled friendly and the lighting has improved. “I feel like Birla House is my home,” he said.
THE FINAL DAY
On January 30, 1948, Gandhi woke up at 3.30am. He brushed his teeth with a neem twig, prayed, and continued work on the draft constitution for the Congress. It was still dark and cold, so Manu, one of his two attendants, covered his legs with a blanket.
His first appointment was at 7am. After his bath at around 8am, Manu weighed him; he had gained 2.5 pounds since ending his fast, kept to forge communal amity. At 9.30am, he took his morning meal: 12 ounces of goat’s milk and cooked and raw vegetables, oranges, four tomatoes, carrot juice and decoction of ginger, sour lemons and aloes. After a nap at midday, Gandhi saw visitors and told an associate to fetch letters written to him. “I must reply to them today, for tomorrow I may or may not be alive,” he said.
After more meetings, Gandhi lay down in the afternoon January sun and had his abdominal mud pack. For shade, he wore a bamboo hat from Noakhali. Manu and Abha, his other attendant, pressed his feet. At 4pm, Patel arrived and the two immediately fell into deep conversation. Gandhi Smriti records show that Gandhi was concerned about reports of a rift between Patel and Nehru, and said both were indispensable for India’s future. At 4.30pm, Abha brought in what was to be his last meal. Sitting on the floor, Gandhi ate and talked to Patel.
People had already started gathering in the terrace of Birla House for the evening prayer meeting. That day, Gandhi was late. It was past 5pm when he got up, put on his chappals and instead of his usual route, stepped through a side door into the garden path and made his way across the lawn.
A hush fell over the hundreds-strong crowd as Gandhi approached. At the top of the steps, he brought his palms together in greeting and people parted to make a passage for him. Nathuram Godse elbowed his way to the front and approached Gandhi with his palms joined, bowed low and said “Namaste Gandhiji”. Gandhi nodded and joined his palms in acknowledgement.
A moment later, there were three quick bursts of deafening noise. Gandhi slowly crumpled to the ground. His face was pale, his white shawl crimson with blood, his palms joined together. It was 5.17pm.