Disappointed, I left Bombay and went to Rajkot where I set up my own office. Here I got along moderately well. Drafting applications and memorials brought me in, on an average, Rs 300 a month. For this work I had to thank influence rather than my own ability, for my brother's partner had a settled practice. All applications etc. which were, really or to his mind, of an important character, he sent to big barristers. To my lot fell the applications to be drafted on behalf of his poor clients.
I must confess that here I had to compromise the principle of giving no
commission, which in Bombay I had so scrupulously observed. I was
told that conditions in the two cases were different; that whilst in
Bombay commissions had to be paid to touts, here they had to be paid
to vakils who briefed you; and that here as in Bombay all
barristers, without exception, paid a percentage of their fees as
commission. The argument of my brother was, for me, unanswerable.
'You see,' said he, 'that I am in partnership with another vakil. I
shall always be inclined to make over to you all our cases with
which you can possibly deal, and if you refuse to pay a commission
to my partner, you are sure to embarrass me. As you and I have a
joint establishment, your fee comes to our common purse, and I
automatically get a share. But what about my partner? Supposing he
gave the same case to some other barrister he would certainly get
his commission from him.' I was taken in by this plea, and felt
that, if I was to practise as a barrister, I could not press my
principle regarding commissions in such cases. That is how I argued
with myself, or to put it bluntly, how I deceived myself. Let me
add, however, that I do not remember ever to have given commission
in respect of any other case.
Though I thus began to make both ends meet, I got the first shock of my life
about this time. I had heard what a British officer was like, but up
to now had never been face to face with one.
My brother had been secretary and adviser to the late Ranasaheb of
Porbandar before he was installed on his gadi1,
and hanging over his head at this time was the charge of having
given wrong advice when in that office. The matter had gone to the
Political Agent who was prejudiced against my brother. Now I had
known this officer when in England, and he may be said to have been
fairly friendly to me. My brother thought that I should avail myself
of the friendship and, putting in a good word on his behalf, try to
disabuse the Political Agent of his prejudice. I did not at all like
this idea. I should not, I thought, try to take advantage of a
trifling acquaintance in England. If my brother was really at fault,
what use was my recommendation? If he was innocent, he should submit
a petition in the proper course and, confident of his innocence,
face the result. My brother did not relish this advice. 'You do not
know Kathiawad', he said, 'and you have yet to know the world. Only
influence counts here. It is not proper for you, a brother, to shirk
your duty, when you can clearly put in a good word about me to an
officer you know.'
I could not refuse him, so I went to the officer much against my will. I
knew I had no right to approach him and was fully conscious that I
was compromising my self-respect. But I sought an appointment and
got it. I reminded him of the old acquaintance, but I immediately
saw that Kathiawad was different from England; that an officer on
leave was not the same as an officer on duty. The political Agent
owned the acquaintance, but the reminder seemed to stiffen him.
'Surely you have not come here to abuse that acquaintance, have
you?' appeared to be the meaning of that stiffness, and seemed to be
written on his brow. Nevertheless I opened my case. The sahib was
impatient. 'Your brother is an intriguer. I want to hear nothing
more from you. I have no time. If your brother has anything to say,
let him apply through the proper channel.' The answer was enough,
was perhaps deserved. But selfishness is blind. I went on with my
story. The sahib got up and said: 'You must go now.'
'But please hear me out,' said I. That made him more angry. He called his
peon and ordered him to show me the door. I was still hesitating
when the peon came in, placed his hands on my shoulders and put me
out of the room.
The sahib went away as also the peon, and I departed, fretting and fuming. I at once
wrote out and sent over a note to this effect: 'You have insulted
me. You have assaulted me through your peon. If you make no amends,
I shall have to proceed against you.'
Quick came the answer through his sowar:
'You were rude to me. I asked you to go and you would not. I had no option but
to order my peon to show you the door. Even after he asked you to
leave the office, you did not do so. He therefore had to use just
enough force to send you out. You are at liberty to proceed as you
With this answer in my pocket, I came home crest-fallen, and told my brother
all that had happened. He was grieved, but was at a loss as to how
to console me. He spoke to his vakil friends. For I did not know how
to proceed against the sahib.
Sir Pherozeshah Mehta happened to be in Rajkot at this time, having
come down from Bombay for some case. But how could a junior
barrister like me dare to see him? So I sent him the papers of my
case, through the vakil who had engaged him, and begged for his
advice. 'Tell Gandhi,' he said, 'such things are the common
experience of many vakils and barristers. He is still fresh from
England, and hot-blooded. He does not know British officers. If he
would earn something and have an easy time here, let him tear up the
note and pocket the insult. He will gain nothing by proceeding
against the sahib, and on the contrary will very likely ruin himself. Tell him he has
yet to know life.'
The advice was as bitter as poison to me, but I had to swallow it. I
pocketed the insult, but also profited by it. 'Never again shall I
place myself in such a false position, never again shall I try to
exploit friendship in this way,' said I to myself, and since then I
have never been guilty of a breach of that determination. This shock
changed the course of my life.