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by Mohandas K. Gandhi

There were comparatively few Indian students in England forty years ago. It was a practice
with them to affect the [role of] bachelor even though they might be married. 

School or college
students in England are all bachelors, studies being regarded as incompatible with married life.
We had that tradition in the good old days, a student then being invariably known as
a brahmachari./1/ But in these days we have child-marriages, a thing practically unknown in
England. Indian youths in England, therefore, felt ashamed to confess that they were married.

There was also another reason for dissembling, namely, that in the event of the fact being known
it would be impossible for the young men to go about or flirt with the young girls of the family in
which they lived. The flirting was more or less innocent. Parents even encouraged it; and that sort
of association between young men and young women may even be a necessity there, in view of
the fact that every young man has to choose his mate. If, however, Indian youths, on arrival in
England, indulge in these relations quite natural to English youths, the result is likely to be
disastrous, as has often been found. I saw that our youths had succumbed to the temptation and
chosen a life of untruth for the sake of companionships which, however innocent in the case of
English youths, were for them undesirable. I too caught the contagion. I did not hesitate to pass
myself off as a bachelor, though I was married and the father of a son. But I was none the happier
for being a dissembler. Only my reserve and my reticence saved me from going into deeper
waters. If I did not talk, no girl would think it worth her while to enter into conversation with me or
to go out with me.

My cowardice was on a par with my reserve. It was customary in families like the one in which I
was staying at Ventnor for the daughter of the landlady to take out guests for a walk. My
landlady's daughter took me one day to the lovely hills round Ventnor. I was no slow walker, but
my companion walked even faster, dragging me after her and chattering away all the while. I
responded to her chatter sometimes with a whispered 'yes' or 'no', or at the most 'yes, how
beautiful!' She was flying like a bird, whilst I was wondering when I should get back home. We
thus reached the top of a hill. How to get down again was the question. In spite of her high-heeled
boots, this sprightly young lady of twenty-five darted down the hill like an arrow. I was
shamefacedly struggling to get down. She stood at the foot smiling and cheering me, and offering
to come and drag me. How could I be so chicken hearted? With the greatest difficulty, and
crawling at intervals, I somehow managed to scramble to the bottom. She loudly laughed 'bravo'
and shamed me all the more, as well she might.
But I could not escape scatheless everywhere. For God wanted to rid me of the canker of
untruth. I once went to Brighton, another watering-place like Ventnor. This was before the
Ventnor visit. I met there at a hotel an old widow of moderate means. This was my first year in
England. The courses on the menu were all described in French, which I did not understand. I sat
at the same table as the old lady. She saw that I was a stranger and puzzled, and immediately
came to my aid. 'You seem to be a stranger,' she said, 'and look perplexed. Why have you not
ordered anything?' I was spelling through the menu and preparing to ascertain the ingredients of
the courses from the waiter, when the good lady thus intervened. I thanked her, and explaining
my difficulty told her that I was at a loss to know which of the courses were vegetarian, as I did
not understand French.

'Let me help you,' she said. 'I shall explain the card to you and show you what you may eat.' I
gratefully availed myself of her help. This was the beginning of an acquaintance that ripened into
friendship, and was kept up all through my stay in England and long after. She gave me her
London address, and invited me to dine at her house every Sunday. On special occasions also
she would invite me, help me to conquer my bashfulness, and introduce me to young ladies and
draw me into conversation with them. Particularly marked out for these conversation was a young
lady who stayed with her, and often we would be left entirely alone together.

I found all this very trying at first. I could not start a conversation, nor could I indulge in any
jokes. But she put me in the way. I began to learn; and in course of time looked forward to every
Sunday and came to like the conversations with the young friend.
The old lady went on spreading her net wider every day. She felt interested in our meetings.
Possibly she had her own plans about us.
I was in a quandary. 'How I wish I had told the good lady that I was married!' I said to myself.

'She would then not have thought of an engagement between us. It is, however, never too late to
mend. If I declare the truth, I might yet be saved more misery.' With these thoughts in my mind, I
wrote a letter to her somewhat to this effect:
'Ever since we met at Brighton you have been kind to me. You have taken care of me even as
a mother of her son. You also think that I should get married, and with that view you have been
introducing me to young ladies. Rather than allow matters to go further, I must confess to you that
I have been unworthy of your affection. I should have told you when I began my visits to you that I
was married. I knew that Indian students in England dissembled the fact of their marriage, and I
followed suit. I now see that I should not have done so. I must also add that I was married while
yet a boy, and am the father of a son. I am pained that I should have kept this knowledge from
you so long. But I am glad God has now given me the courage to speak out the truth. Will you
forgive me? I assure you I have taken no improper liberties with the young lady you were good
enough to introduce to me. I knew my limits. You, not knowing that I was married, naturally
desired that we should be engaged. In order that things should not go beyond the present stage, I
must tell you the truth.

'If on receipt of this, you feel that I have been unworthy of your hospitality, I assure you I shall
not take it amiss. You have laid me under an everlasting debt of gratitude by your kindness and
solicitude. If, after this, you do not reject me but continue to regard me as worthy of your
hospitality, which I will spare no pains to deserve, I shall naturally be happy and count it a further
token of your kindness.'
Let the reader know that I could not have written such a letter in a moment. I must have drafted
and redrafted it many times over. But it lifted a burden that was weighing me down. Almost by
return post came her reply somewhat as follows:
'I have your frank letter. We were both very glad and had a hearty laugh over it. The untruth
you say you have been guilty of is pardonable. But it is well that you have acquainted us with the
real state of things. My invitation still stands, and we shall certainly expect you next Sunday and
look forward to hearing all about your child-marriage and to the pleasure of laughing at your
expense. Need I assure you that our friendship is not in the least affected by this incident?'
I thus purged myself of the canker of untruth, and I never thenceforward hesitated to talk of my
married state wherever necessary.

/1/ One who observes brahmacharya, i.e., complete self-restraint. (See *Chapter 7, Note 2*.)


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