The first meeting of them

It was a warm morning with a tint of extraordinariness in it. Why? Just because I was going to get a chance of meeting the ever so known Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi at my favourite club with a friend of mine Chimanlal Thakore. Even though I don't particularly look up to him but I do have some at that very less similar beliefs. Due to this he has never been in a good eye for me. Even so, what is so bad about meeting him. I had been told he (Gandhi) comes from South Africa. I am curious as to what Indian foreigner is he. I never suger coat my words as to I am simply a blunt, frank and forthright temperament person after all. I smoked my cigar while being deep in my own thoughts. *PUFF*

I was told previously about Gandhi visiting but had a simple indifferent yet curiosity towards him. Nothing less and nothing more. It was just a matter of meeting a man who studied abroad and a political man. 

Soon entered the main character of the day, M.K Gandhi with the organiser. I narrowed my eyes at him as to exam him. He seemed serious about something. And so did Gandhi begin his speech. " I would like to built an ashram and school in Ahmedabad......" I was extremely bored by his words. It was serious but it sounded a lot sincere not to the degree to move me. Once again I smoked my cigar while glancing at Gandhi and analyzing him. *PUFF* Nothing like I expected but others looked mesmerized. Well, I don't blame them . He does have a sort of an aura to attract them but I am no ordinary man. I simply commented " I have been told he (Gandhi) comes from South Africa. Honestly I think he is a crank, and as you know, I have no use for such people.” 

Gandhi spared me a glance and once again began his speech. Well now, he does seem to have quite the level of patience doesn't he! 

After his speech was completed and me being utterly bored with all the seriousness was given a visit by Gandhi. I replied " oh! What do I have the pleasure to have received a visit from The Great M.K. Gandhi?" and ending the sentence with a *PUFF*He simply chuckled while my friend glared at me. I ignored Thakore effortlessly and sat down. Gandhi replied " are you honoured ?" I replied" of course " he replied " doesn't seem to be appearing on your face. Well whatever. You must be the The great Vallabhbhai Patel I presume." I smirked at his sarcasm . Even so replied " of coures . Do you need something, Gandhi ?" Thakore unable to stand it said " I am extremely soory but he had always had a straight forward personality please excuse him." He simply replied " it's alright, isn't it Patel?" I chuckled and replied" of course . Now state your business." His cherry mood disappeared with second as if it was nonexistent. He replied " I recquire your assistance. For my political freedom party as well as this nation recquires you. ....." And so began his speech once again.

There was only one thought in my mind towards the end " this man was not a mere windbag – he was out for action.” now this was something interesting. I once again smoked my cigar. *PUFF*he got me interested in him within those few minutes. He indeed has the power of a monarch , no a leader . One who will guide his people to safety and happiness at the cost of himself. I don't care whether it is himsa and ahimsa. All that mattered to me was that he was sincere; that he had dedicated his whole life, and all he had, to the cause he served, that he was possessed with a desire to free his country from bondage, and that he knew his job thoroughly. I wanted nothing more.

He said ending his so long yet amusing speech no, plan of the future " what do you say ?" I simply replied with a smile " count me in Gandhi!" He smiled and said" honoured to have you aboard." I replied " same goes for me and please do take me as your disciple as to I am still a novice to poltics " Gandhi greeted me once again with a smile " alright , Patel " and with this ended my cigar and so did the fateful meeting of the great father of our nation and the sardar of our nation. This was remembered as the start of the journey ofa disciple and his teacher.