In the winter of 1932, the
Sangha camp was taking place on the shores of Lake Ambazari (in Nagpur). It was
bitterly cold, with blasting chilly winds. Swayamsevaks slept in pitched tents.
Doctorjee's tent was separate, and it was so small that only one person could
barely sleep in it. It was devoid of any bed or other comforts that even other
Swayamsevaks had; for Doctorjee believed in utterly simple life.
The "lights off"
time was 10:00 PM. Up to 11 PM, I used to go about making sure that all the
"Vyawastha" items (i.e. food, toilet arrangements, water etc) for the
next day were all properly set up, and then I myself would go to bed.
At about 11:00 PM one
night, I saw Doctorjee out of his tent, moving about. I walked to him and said:
"It must be a dire emergency indeed, that has made you look for something
in this blood-freezing chilly night. Please tell me, if I can be of some
help". With his usual, ever-present smile, Doctorjee replied: "There
is no emergency. Just a few minutes ago, one of my friends came to visit our
camp, from the city of Umred. He didn't have any bed or any other sleeping
arrangement. So I have given him my bed. Don't worry, I will find out some
place to sleep”.
What a greatness of heart
this was! Doctorjee had been up since 3:30 AM that day. He had worked
continuously throughout the day, doing back-breaking labor - lifting heavy
large kitchen vessels full of food and cleaning them. In that bitterly cold
night, no one deserved a bed more than the utterly exhausted Doctorjee. The
guest could have been sent to Nagpur or accommodated elsewhere. Yet Doctorjee
cheerfully gave up his bed to this last-minute, unplanned "Athithi"
(unexpected guest), with a smile on his face!
Only Doctorjee could do
this, I thought. At a dire cost to himself, he had, as a lifetime habit, put
others convenience first, ahead of his own.
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