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His Life and Achievements: 99<br />
know what it is, it is difficult for me to say whether I shall do it or not.<br />
I cannot deceive you by saying I shall do a thing which I never intend<br />
doing." He then stretched his hands and said "Give me all your sarees."<br />
I said "Please excuse me, I am sorry to refuse you again. For I know<br />
you will burn all my sarees. I do not wish to make a bonfire of my<br />
sarees. They have not hurt me and my lifelong policy in 'Waste not<br />
want not. 1 He said " I shall give you a dozen fine Bezwada Saries every<br />
year as long as I live." I said "I am sorry the proposal does not tempt<br />
me. If you are so anxious not to use foreign things why are you using<br />
motor cars, medicine and watches etc. They should be discarded by you.<br />
But under the present circumstances we cannot do so." Gandhiji did not<br />
like my answers. He said, "In ancient India a host and hostess would<br />
give anything to a guest and you cannot give your Sarees to me." I said<br />
"We are not in ancient India, our ideas have changed under British rule<br />
and we have adapted ourselves accordingly. We are used to so many<br />
things what we would find it difficult to give them up. If you want me<br />
not to buy any foreign things I am willing to promise." Gandhiji did<br />
not appreciate my remarks. He turned to my father and said "You hear,<br />
how your daughter talked to me." Then he addressed me and said "I<br />
want you to become a member of the Congress." I said "I shall be<br />
pleased to become a Congress woman when I shall believe in<br />
Congressmen and Congress policy. I shall let you know and come to<br />
your Ashram at Sabarmati." I asked him to pardon my bold remarks.<br />
He left our house the next evening saying that I should be welcome to<br />
his Ashram, whenever I come but 1 never had the pleasure and honour<br />
of being his guest at his Ashram.<br />
INGRATITUDE<br />
Let me take a Maharaja's case. It is needless to describe their<br />
personal characters. I knew a Majaraja's son. He called me "Didi" and<br />
I loved him like a brother. He had a beautiful wife whom he never saw.<br />
She was in great distress and asked me to help her. Inspite of all the<br />
social customs and prejudices against such action, I took up her cause<br />
and made peace between husband and wife, who lived happily for<br />
sometime, and a baby daughter was born to them. I left for England and<br />
on my return I found the Maharaja's son had become a Mahraja and<br />
had wasted all his fortune on a disreputable woman. He lost his 'gadi'<br />
and was ostracised by everyone. After my return when I went to see the