Gandhi and his homespun loincloth

In these eventless corona quarantine days, I am reading Naipaul's "A wounded continent" about India. In merciless phrases, he deconstructs the Mahatma (Big Soul) Gandhi and Bhava, his saintly successor. Hinduism seeks spiritual perfection and disdains this world, and accepts defeat, misery and dirt, believing that they refine the soul.  Naipaul hates Hindu philosophy and would clearly prefer the racial policy of the British Raj instead of the Hindu caste system. But the Brits got exhausted after 300 years of dealing with fakirs and retired to their misty island.