Sunday, April 19, 2015

Nicknames that got stuck

In public life we come across  a very large number of people , but some of them remain etched deep in  memory , either due to their peculiar habits or  the words that they  frequently and repeatedly use and utter , day in and day out , sometimes even out of  the context. In my service  career spanning  exactly thirty five years , I have  also come across such  types  and am  amused to think  of them . I started my career in a Commercial Bank and during the seven odd years I spent there, had  two or three such  colleagues. A colleague, with  leadership  qualities ingrained  in him,  in conversation  frequently used the word  ‘Karamchari ‘ so much so that  he came to be addressed as  ‘Karamchari’ , his real name relegated  to the background. Another colleague   who’s    takia qalaam  was   ‘I  don’t  bother ‘ , soon   saw  himself being called   ‘ bother mull ’ . When  an officer  named  Moksh  joined , someone   suggested that perhaps he had mis-spelt   his name , which should have been  Mukesh . When I said that the name  Moksh  was correct and the word   meant   ‘salvation ‘,  the name  ‘Mr.Salvation’  got stuck to him.

Later when I joined Government service, such instances  appeared again. In my tenure  at Pooh in tribal district of Kinnaur, I found that  an official  was referred  to as  “Matung” .It transpired that the official was a  teetotaler and once in a gathering , when a drink was offered , he said   ‘matungse’  meaning- I donot drink. But the word  got stuck as his nickname.A maternal uncle of mine came to be referred  to as   ‘ Na  Ji  Na’ as this was the  phrase he repeatedly used. A  service colleague of  my father was  known as ‘Bhai ji ‘   due to frequent use of this  word by him  while addressing others. One can add on and on  ,though these are some  glaring examples. 

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Deus ex machina :

Seated in the car with my wife at the wheel , the deflated tyre goes unnoticed during the time it takes to cover about 5km at normal speed manoeuvring curves and ascent . When we reach our destination, and stop the car for parking, someone points towards the deflated rear left side tyre . While we are cursing the unknown unseen guy who deliberately did so,when the car was parked on the road where we had gone visiting some relatives, a passer by comes and volunteers to replace the tyre ,if we have a step-in and the jack and the wheel-pana . In a few minutes the god- send replaces the tyre . While we profusely thank the nice guy, we are also left wondering about the two opposite sides of humanity .

Monday, March 23, 2015

Shashi Kapoor

The news of prestigious Dada sahib Phalke Award to be given to veteran Bollywood actor Shashi Kapoor is most welcome. Some of his movies like Jab Jab Phool Khile, Sharmilee , Kabhi Kabhi , Deewar , Satyam Shivam Sundaram, Haseena Maan Jategi  etc , which I happened to watch , made me his ardent fan . He truly stepped into his great father’s shoes making theatre his passion and acting his vocation. Together with his English wife, the late Jennifer Kendall , he nurtured and enriched theatre by staging many plays. On a personal note, the very mention of Shashi Kapoor takes me back to two decades plus in timeline , when I used to sing a song from his movie Jab Jab Phool khile- Ek tha Gul aur ek thi Bulbul – as a lullaby to put my kids to sleep. I think more than my singing it was the duration  of the song , that had the desired effect , as perhaps the kids at that time could hardly appreciate the lyrics or the music at that time .However the song is my all time favourite.


Kudos to the great actor for his acting talent and contribution to Hindi cinema !

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Chiranji-the Good Samaritan !

Do you have to be a rich person or the one in a high position to be of help to others ? Not necessarily , I would say.Most of the time , it is persons with limited means and not too exalted a position who have mattered to me a lot , or rather compelled me to deliberate about human goodness.
In the year 1986 on completion of last leg of probation- cum- training at Ghumarwin, I received my posting orders for Pooh in the tribal District Kinnaur. I was expecting my orders in March'87, but got the same four months earlier in November. Prakash, who assisted me as my Reader at Ghumarwin was nice enough to give me a reference – his younger brother, Chiranji , a chowkidar in PWD Rest House , Pooh- in case I had any difficulty. After spending my joining time at Shimla, I headed for Pooh on 26th November, with my wife, my seven month old daughter , and of course my father in law who volunteered to accompany us for good reason - to reach my destination on the morning of 29th facing many hard ships in the way . It had already snowed once in that area , so neeedless to say it was very cold. To add to my misery , I had to stay in the PWD rest house , a couple of weeks , as my predecessor would  vacate the earmarked official accommodation only after his son had taken the annual exam in the local School. One day my daughter fell sick with fever and had to be taken to the Army hospital for checkup and medicines . The room in the PWD Rest house was so cold that the heater was also of not much use, besides power supply was not regular and would play hide and seek. Seeing our plight , especially the illness of my daughter , Chiranji, the Chowkidar offered us his room to stay, which had a provision of steam coal Bukhari to keep warm.For days together we slept in his room , and he would stay elsewhere. Not only this,during my entire stay of a little less than three years Chiranji was also accommodating enough when some visitors came unannounced, without proper booking or permit.
Again, the same Chiranji happened to be the Chowkidar at Circuit House , Bilaspur, when I went there on posting in 1995. Again, I was forced to stay in the Circuit House for a few days, and again he was very nice to us . Meeting him again, was an opportunity to relive our memories of Pooh, and also express our gratitude again to Chiranji, the good Samaritan.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Adieu, R K Laxman !

It is shocking to hear of the sad demise of  R.K.Laxman , the celebrity cartoonist albeit  at  a ripe old age of  94. In essence he was the voice of the common man.  His cartoon strip “You said it !” adorned the pages of  “Times of India “  for more than half a century .The paper  gained popularity  due also to  Laxman’s  cartoons  apart from  high quality editorials  and well written articles  that the paper carried. Fearless as he was, no one, howsoever high and mighty could escape his sharp eye and wit . In fact he held a mirror to the political class of the times  The late Jawahar Lal Nehru  personally complimented  Laxman by making a telephone call, when  post  1962 war with China, his cartoon featuring Nehru, obviously not in a favourable  light  appeared in TOI. That speaks volumes for both  great personalities .

R I P  Mr. Laxman  !

Friday, January 23, 2015

Ah, Winter !

Come winter, and  I am reminded  of  what life was like in winters  in  Shimla of  sixties and seventies.  Schools and colleges had long vacations  and  mostly students  were  free spirits , as they had nothing to do  after  being  promoted to the next class  having passed the annual exam held in December. Only students  who had to appear in Matric and Higher Secondary Exams  in March  felt  burdened with studies , quite a few of them   also attending  extra  classes  for better results. To the Collegiate, studies posed no such burden, as exams were held  towards the end of March or early April. My mother  ensured that each one of us siblings had a couple of hand woven  sweaters and two pairs each of woolen socks  during the winters.
 Once during one such winter,  as a college going student , I decided not  to wear any sweater or socks , much to the annoyance of my mother , who tried hard to cajole me into wearing  the woolens, already  in place for me. But adamant as I was, I spent the entire winter   wearing shirt and pajamas. Surprisingly, I had no cold or cough during  the  entire season , though I had swollen feet  which used to itch badly at night. That shows I had enough  resistance as a teenager . Now  on the threshold of old age  (?), I  always  have to wear   woolen socks and  a jacket in addition to the sweater  and  thermal wear  to keep myself warm .

Monday, January 19, 2015

Sher Jung - the forgotten hero

Every Monday I am drawn to the weekly column  ‘Vignettes’ by  Shriniwas Joshi, in ‘The Tribune’. This time he has written  about  Col. Sher Jung , a multifaceted  personality  and forgotten hero from District Sirmour of Himachal Pradesh.A patriot and a freedom fighter, as also a writer  who rubbed  shoulders with  the great  revolutionary Bhagat Singh and  literary giants like  Agyeya , he was  lucky enough  that his death sentence  was commuted to  life imprisonment  under  British rule .The  title of Colonel was conferred upon him by Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru in recognition of his services rendered before and after independence. I have  not yet gone through the Book  edited by Mr. Shakti Singh Chandel, which is the source of  Mr. Joshi’s write up, but  am confident  that it would be immensely readable, as 'The Tribune' carried  excerpts from this book in  September2007, in one of its Sunday editions  , which were quite absorbing  .
It may not be out of place to mention here that Sher Jung’s grandson,  Samaresh Jung is an ace   shooter  who along with his shooter wife, Anuja Jung  has brought laurels to the country and the state  with a rich haul of Gold, Silver and Bronze medals  in various national and International events like the Commonwealth games.