These questions all poured into my mind as I began to examine the consequences of what had just happened. I am myself still ambivalent about the way my father died-I am not too sure how or why- all I know is a part of my heart is gone. His health declined rapidly and I am inclined to state that I myself have never seen such a dreadful sight. He was sweating and weak... But reverting back to the topic at hand, for I have begun another digression.
Answering these questions eventually let my family to conclude that I should go to England and study law in order to become a barrister. The colleges in India did not supply extraordinary education- and as I felt that a good education does indeed lead to a good future and job, I agreed to go with my mother and brothers' consent. There were some problems with the caste I used to live with- the Modh Banias they are called. The problems were stating that I was breaking my principles and duty by "wandering off into a foreign land." Apparently I would lose everything and my reputation would be spurned throughout India. I came to realize all these conjectures and false allegations were simply to invoke a sense of aggrandizement towards the "importance" of the caste- similar to a child trying to gain attention by yelling and screaming at parents for a gift. I was not to fall culprit to such claims and made a special vow to my mother before leaving.
I would not : touch women, touch wine, or touch meat. This vow became the core belief and soul to my followings in Satyagraha- later explained.
After my father's death my family began to co
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