There lies an untold story in history of our leader Jinnah. We have always talked about he being this and that. We have always portrayed him as our founder. Talking about the history where he fought. Where are his emotions? We have never talked about how he felt. About his love. And about a deeply saddening love-story. Just when I read a short article and googled about Quaid-e-Azam Mohammad Ali Jinnah and his love, I just realized “Oh I never knew that” and honestly it even made me cry. When you lose someone you only had by your side, pampering you and a sharer to you, you are completely broken.
Here is Ruttie’s love letter to Jinnah.
Here is Ruttie’s love letter to Jinnah.
“Darling- thank you for all you have done. If ever in my bearing your once tuned senses found any irritability or unkindness- be assured that in my heart there was place only for a great tenderness and a greater pain- a pain my love without hurt. When one has been as near to the reality of Life (which after all is Death) as I have been dearest, one only remembers the beautiful and tender moments and all the rest becomes a half veiled mist of unrealities. Try and remember me beloved as the flower you plucked and not the flower you tread upon.
I have suffered much sweetheart because I have loved much. The measure of my agony has been in accord to the measure of my love.
Darling I love you – I love you – and had I loved you just a little less I might have remained with you – only after one has created a very beautiful blossom one does not drag it through the mire. The higher you set your ideal the lower it falls.
I have loved you my darling as it is given to few men to be loved. I only beseech you that the tragedy which commenced in love should also end with it.
Darling Goodnight and Goodbye.
Ruttie.
Ruttie.
I had written to you at Paris with the intention of posting the letter here – but I felt that I would
rather write you afresh from the fullness of my heart. R.”
I wanted to share this with all of you. These are some almost all of the extracts from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maryam_Jinnah
(I would request you to look closely at the last paragraph, and the last lines.)
Here you go:
First meeting with Jinnah
In the summer of 1916, Jinnah was invited to escape the Bombay heat at the summer home of his client and friend Sir Dinshaw. There, in Darjeeling, Jinnah was enchanted with Ruttie’s precocious intelligence and beauty, and she in turn was enamoured by J, as she called him.
Jinnah’s proposal
Jinnah approached Sir Dinshaw with a seemingly abstract question about his views on inter-communal marriages. Sir Dinshaw emphatically expressed his opinion that it would be an ideal solution to inter-communal antagonism. Jinnah could not have hoped for a more favourable response, and immediately asked his friend for his daughter’s hand in marriage.
M. C. Chagla, who was assisting Jinnah at his chambers in those days, recalled later, “Sir Dinshaw was taken aback. He had not realized that his remarks might have serious personal repercussions. He was most indignant, and refused to countenance any such idea which appeared to him absurd and fantastic.”
Jinnah pleaded his case, but to no avail. Not only was this the end of the friendship between the two men, but Sir Dinshaw forbade Ruttie to meet Jinnah as long as she lived under his roof. As she was still a minor, the law was on his side but Ruttie and Jinnah met in secret anyway, and decided to wait out the two years until she attained the age of maturity.
The wedding
Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Rattanbai converted to Islam and adopted the name Mariam. Two months later, on April 19, 1918, they were married at his house South Court in Bombay. The wedding ring which Jinnah gave Ruttie was a present from the Raja of Mahmudabad.
The Raja and a few close friends of Jinnah were the only guests at the wedding, and later the couple spent part of their honeymoon at the Mahmudabad palace in Nainital. The rest of their honeymoon was spent at the Maidens Hotel, a magnificent property just beyond the Red Fort.
Early years of marriage
Ruttie and Jinnah made a head-turning couple. She used to call her husband “J”. Her long hair would be decked in fresh flowers, and she wore vibrant silk and headbands lavish with diamonds, rubies and emeralds. And Jinnah in those days was the epitome of elegance in suits custom-made for him in London. According to most sources, the couple could not have been happier in those early years of their marriage. The only blot on their joy was Ruttie’s ostracism from her family. Sir Dinshaw mourned Ruttie socially even after his granddaughter Dina was born.
The marriage problems
By mid-1922, Jinnah was facing political isolation as he devoted every spare moment to be the voice of moderation in a nation torn by Hindu-Muslim antipathy. The increasingly late hours and the ever-increasing distance between them left Ruttie isolated.
In September 1922, she packed her bags and took her daughter to London. The echoes of her loneliness are apparent in a letter which she sent to her friend Kanji, thanking him for the bouquet of roses he had sent as a bon voyage gift; It will always give me pleasure to hear from you, so if you have a superfluous moment on your hands you know where to find me if I don’t lose myself. And just one thing more, go and see Jinnah and tell me how he is, he has a habit of overworking himself and now that I am not there to tease and bother him he will be worse than ever.
Upon her return to India, Ruttie tried to see more of her husband but he was too busy campaigning for elections as an independent for the general Bombay seats. Ruttie withdrew into a world of spirits,séances and mysticism. Although she tried to interest Jinnah in the metaphysical, he had little time to devote to her.
In 1925, Jinnah was appointed to a subcommittee to study the possibility of establishing a military college like Sandhurst in India. For this purpose he was to undertake a five-month tour of Europe and North America. Jinnah decided to take Ruttie with him – on what he hoped would be a second honeymoon. Instead the trip simply magnified the growing personal gulf between them.
By 1927, Ruttie and Jinnah had virtually separated, and the move of the Muslim League’s office to Delhi was just the final blow to a relationship that was already disturbed.
Deteriorating health
Ruttie’s health deteriorated rapidly in the years after they returned from their final trip together. But she kept her interest in her pets and her close friends. Even as a frail, weakened woman, Ruttie attempted to remain in touch with those around her, going so far as to travel in bedroom slippers even though her feet were swollen and painful. Later she decided to live alone.
Last days and tragic end
Ruttie lived at the Taj Hotel in Bombay, almost a recluse as she became more and more bed-ridden. Kanji continued to be her constant companion. By February 18, 1929 she had become so weak that all she could manage to say to him was a request to look after her cats. Two days later, Ruttie Petit Jinnah died. It was her 29th birthday. She was buried on February 22 in Khoja Shia Isna’Ashari Cemetery, Mazgaon, Bombay according to Muslim rites. Later, Chagla said in his book ‘Roses in December‘,
- Jinnah sat like a statue throughout the funeral but when asked to throw earth on the grave, he broke down and wept. That was the only time when I found Jinnah betraying some shadow of human weakness. It’s not a well publicised fact that as a young student in England it had been one of Jinnah’s dreams to play Romeo at The Globe. It is a strange twist of fate that a love story that started like a fairy tale ended as a haunting tragedy to rival any of Shakespeare’s dramas.
In the future it became evident that Jinnah missed her a great deal. G Allana in “Quaid-i-Azam Jinnah: The Story of a Nation” based on the narrative of a chauffeur of Mr Jinnah writes:
“You know servants in household come to know everything that is going around them. Sometimes more than twelve years after Begum Jinnah’s (Mrs. Jinnah) death, the boss would order at dead of night a huge ancient wooden chest to be opened, in which were stored clothes of his dead wife and his married daughter. He would intently look into those clothes, as they were taken out of box and were spread on the carpets. He would gaze at them for long with eloquent silence. Then his eys turn moisten..”
This part in bold, is my favorite. :’)
I would try editing this and bringing up more and more. For now I would request you to look at the article I read at Tribune: http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/9573/rutties-love-letter-to-jinnah/#.Tv8fGRQK12M.facebook
Its a short article please have a look at it. Its worth reading.
Its a short article please have a look at it. Its worth reading.
Syndicated from: Burst My Bubble
