IT was 66 years ago this week that Mohandas Gandhi was killed. His assassin was a Hindu nationalist who was angered by Gandhi’s vision of an open, pluralistic country.
Interestingly, a metal food bowl, two wooden spoons and a wooden fork owned and used by Gandhi have been put on sale in England this week with an asking price of £75,000.
Gandhi, who spoke out about the obsession with possessions, would probably have been horrified by that.
He realised that human beings are basically religious animals. We search for some sort of authenticity we can trust in; something beyond the ordinary to cling to. It’s an art
Gandhi realised this search for authenticity when he inspired the Indian people to take to their spinning wheels in their fight for independence from the British.
The Indian cloth created on little spinning wheels from Calcutta to Delhi was an economic necessity, a religious ritual and a national symbol.
It was a living work of art that energised the Indian people.
This was not the art for the sake of riches, ego or fame, but creativity expressing the divinity within all of us and our ability to shape the universe for the better.