Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi -Profile

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                            GANDHIJI

         

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, the renowned freedom fighter  was  born on October 2, 1869 in Porbandar, India. Gandhi helped free the Indian people from British rule through nonviolent resistance, and is honoured by Indians as the father of the Indian Nation. 


              The Indian people called Gandhi 'Mahatma', meaning Great Soul. When he was at South Africa, he attempted to claim his rights as a British subject he was abused, and soon saw that all Indians suffered similar treatment. Gandhi stayed in South Africa for 21 years working to secure rights for Indian people. He developed a method of action based upon the principles of courage, non-violence and truth called Satyagraha. He believed that the way people behave is more important than what they achieve. Satyagraha promoted nonviolence and civil disobedience as the most appropriate methods for obtaining political and social goals. In 1915 Gandhi returned to India. Within 15 years he became the leader of the Indian nationalist movement.

Using the principles of Satyagraha he led the campaign for Indian independence from Britain. Gandhi was arrested many times by the British for his activities in South Africa and India. He believed it was honourable to go to jail for a just cause. More than once Gandhi used fasting to impress upon others the need to be nonviolent. India was granted independence in 1947.


              

              Gandhiji was shot on 30 January 1948 by Nathuram Vinayak Godse at Birla House. Gandhiji still lives in the heart of India.


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