To speak the truth, is also honesty. Everyone is familiar with
bapu and his life; his entire life was a message to the people.
Friends, let us read an extract from his own autobiography, 'Satya
Na Prayogo' (The story of my experiments with truth).
"My uncle had a habit of smoking. My brother and I also wanted to
try it whenever we saw him making puffs of smoke. However, we
didn't have money to buy cigarette, hence we started stealing my
uncle's left over cigarette butts.
But we could not always find the cigarette butts and anyway they
did not give out much smoke. So, we would steal two to four cents
from the money allotted to the servants in order to buy some
cigarettes. But, the question was, where should we hide them? We
knew that it was disrespectful to smoke in front of elders.
However, we managed to carry on like this for a few weeks. In the
meantime, we heard that the stems of a certain plant (I have
forgotten its name) burn like cigarettes and could be smoked.
We got hold of them and started this kind of smoking.
Yet we were not satisfied. Our dependency on cigarettes began to
pinch us. At last, both of us got rid of our bad habit of stealing
crappy cigarette butts for smoking as well as stealing money from
the servants in order to buy cigarettes.
I would consider the fault of stealing the cigarette butts and
servant's pocket money far more dangerous than smoking. In
addition, I carried out another theft. I must have been twelve to
thirteen years old or even younger, when I made this mistake of
I was about fifteen years old when I committed this other
offence of stealing. This theft was a piece of gold from my
brother's armlet. He had to repay about a small debt of twenty-five
rupees. Both of us were wondering how to repay this debt. My
brother was wearing a gold armlet. It was not difficult to cut off
a little piece worth one tola (11.66 gm) from it. We cut the
bracelet sold that piece of gold and repaid the debt.
But this matter later became intolerant for me. I resolved never
to steal again. I felt I should confess everything to my father. I
wouldn't dare blurt it out. I was not scared that father would beat
me. I was more worried that he would be hurt, what if he bangs his
head against the wall? However in order to be cleansed of this
dishonesty, it was important to confess, even if meant taking that
At last, I decided to confess everything in a letter and ask for
forgiveness. I wrote the letter and handed it over to my father. I
disclosed every sin I had committed and asked for punishment. I
humbly requested him not to be upset and vowed never to make such a
I placed the note in my father's hands with trembling hands. I
sat down in front of his wooden bed. He was bed ridden at that
time. He read the note. Tears rolled down. The note became wet. He
closed his eyes for a moment and then tore off the note. He had sat
up to read and now he lay down again.
I cried too. I could understand his pain. I was deeply moved by
his tears of pure love. Only he who has experienced such love can
know what it is.
I had expected my father to be angry with me, scold me or even
bang his head. I believe he maintained immense peace as a result of
this honest confession. My father felt confident about me and his
compassion for me increased because of my honesty.''
Friends, see how Gandhiji repented for his dishonesty,
confessed his sins to his father and resolved never to repeat them.
And he remained sincere to his resolution throughout his
So come, let us also resolve to do pratikraman (repent
heartily) for any dishonest deeds we might have committed in the
past and let us all make a strong resolve to never be dishonest
again and ask for strength from Param Pujya Dada Bhagwan for the
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