B. P. Wadia: Patriot and Scholar

 

BY A ‘NATIONALIST’

 

It was in the twenties of the present century. One evening, on the platform of the Madras Central Station, an unusually tall man, square-shouldered, with a trimmed black beard, clad in the manner of the modern Parsi,-as against the ancient type in snow-white spacious clothes–was pacing up and down with firm steps similar to those of a trained soldier. He was waiting for the Blue Mountain Express to steam in and carry him to the Blue Hills of Ootacamund,–the loveliest Spot for him on this earth, because of its natural beauty and certain psychic and spiritual associations in his own inner consciousness. Looking at him I recalled that I had seen him somewhere before, in Bombay, during the historic days of our political awakening, symbolized by the Home Rule Movement of that queen among constitutional fighters for freedom–Mrs. Annie Besant of revered memory. And I thought of her, the queen, and the Nilgiris, the queen among hilly surroundings and remembered with my heart heaving with pride how the Parsi gentleman, along with Mrs. Besant and Mr. G. S. Arundale, had planted the flag of Freedom at Ootacamund in the name of the Blue-throated One, suggesting that if India was to be free, she should be prepared to perform the sacrifice of Shiva. His straight spine, which the men in power in the Province of Madras could neither bend nor break, was like a verse from the works of Sir Walter Scott and it rang in my ears as the Express sped out of the platform and he disappeared from the range of my eyes, but not of my esteem, for, in that, he dwells till this day:

 

“Breathes there the man with soul so dead

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my Native Land?”….

 

Shri B. P. Wadia,–the gentleman, who was pacing the platform of the Madras Central Station,–was thus a pioneer patriot in his own community; if not a stalwart like Dadabhai Naoroji, Dinshaw Wacha and Pherozeshah Mehta, at least one of the first few to be inspired by their shining example to consecrate himself to the service of the Motherland. In the company of Mrs. Annie Besant, and a number of other colleagues, he integrated the patriotic efflorescence of the educated people in a triple way: through the press, the platform, and practical work for the amelioration of the lot of the lowly labourer,–that backbone of a nation’s true prosperity. The weekly Commonweal and the daily New India, –what appropriate names!–with their set objective of telescoping love of country into love of humanity, were built managerially by Shri Wadia, but even in the editorial lay-out he had a large share of planning. In addition, however, he was actively associated with the educational and cultural and theosophical work, carried out under the aegis of the President of the Theosophical Society from Adyar. His devotion to the cause was whole-hearted, so that he surrendered for its sake a goodly portion of his patrimony.

 

But, for reasons into which one need not go here, Shri Wadia withdrew from the political arena as well as the Presidential aura towards the end of the twenties. And he returned to his original aspiration to tread the path of spiritual enquiry and endeavour, for a fulfillment of which he had joined the Theosophical Society when he was a young, man of twenty years or so–today he is nearing the sixty-eighth milestone; Hereafter, however, he, found his friends and fellow-seekers into the spirit more in the West than in the East. For, he spent several years during the thirties in U. S. A. and Europe. And by virtue of his firm philosophical grip on the fundamentals of the immemorial eternal Wisdom-Religion, before long he began to be looked up to as an instructor and exponent of the Metaphysics of the Logos.  Since 1930, however, he and his worthy consort, Srimati Sophia Wadia have settled down in India and canalized their aspirations and assets in the service of the country. The Aryan Path, an exponent of some of the profoundest and purest values in life, disseminates every month enlightening information as well as instruction, so that the reader is not only enthused about the Way of the Spirit, as at work in the varied fields of the world’s evolution but may also be energized to walk it. This periodical, marked by exceptional efficiency, is for the layman, while The Theosophical Movement, a monthly bulletin, is for the instruction of the associates of the United Lodge of Theosophists, who are spread all over the globe. There is a stamp of self-effacement on almost every activity of Shri and Srimati Wadia, for they believe in the ideal of impersonality. The result is that not many in the country know of their valuable contribution to the cultural renaissance of the present generation. They are, indeed, patriots in purdah, for they go on with their work day after day, far away from the flashing footlights.

 

Shri Wadia is interested keenly in Philosophy as well as Finance (for the organization side of the work has also to be attended to with skill and scrupulousness), in Politics and in Poetry. To hear him speak from the platform of the Lodge is to be impressed with his versatility, on the one hand, as with the width and vision of his studies, on the other. His study of philosophy of the Hindu religion, for instance, would straightway put into the shade many a professional pundit. His political acumen and anticipation of events marks him out as a statesman. His resourcefulness for apt quotation from English Poetry, to support his argument, is the envy of students or English literature. And yet all these aspects of his individual are underlined with humility, which peeps out in his favourite mannerism while lecturing, “Please note” (the stress being on the first word). For, he does not indulge in the authoritative tone of the demagogue who sets forth his particular point-of-view with the pontifical air of, “I say with all the emphasis at my command!”

 

Shri B. P. Wadia is, in short, a true lover of India–the blessed country of his birth and of the Guardians of the Human Race,–who has, however, chosen deliberately to hide his light under the bushel and blanket of the attitude, “The Work matters more than the worker.”

 

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