Agra. One December night, 1985. I just got typed the last page of my MPhil dissertation at the type writing centre owned by Mr Das. Das was a civilian employee of the Indian Air Force. He used to open his shabby one room shop at 6 in the evening after a day's work at the IAF office at Kheria. We used to sit all through the night and it was a treat watching Dass's fingers flying over the key board at tremendous speed, but with grace. It will be far too an exaggeration if I say that Das resembled Zakhir Hussian over the tabla. But still Das was a phenomenon. After that last page typed, I left Das and it was two hours past mid night. With no hope of getting a cycle rickshaw I was standing there alone at the St: John's college junction. It was so cold that I started shivering in the freezing winter. I wondered how I will survive the night. I even thought of jumping the gate of St: John's college and finding a refuge on the veranda of the Physics department. After all St: John's college belongs to me!!! It was almost an hour since I was standing at the St: John's "Chourah". Then suddenly there appeared a glimmer of hope. I could see the head light of an approaching scooter from the Raja Mandi side. I decided to ask for a lift. But alas, it all happened in a flash. The scooter reached the junction with great speed , went over the unmarked road divider and I saw a Sardarji thrown off. I ran up to him and he was crying aloud. He said that he has broken his back. I offered to take him to some hospital. He requested me to take him to his house. Surprisingly, his house was very close to the University old boy's hostel where I was staying. (The hostel was not for the old. Nearby there was another newly constructed hostel and the old one came to be known as the old hostel). The scooter was still in good running condition with just the handle "looking" slightly sideways. The Sardarji managed to sit on the back seat and I started off. I changed gears 1,2,3 and when all my efforts for the 4th gear failed, the Sarderji murmured, "it has only 3 gears". The VIjay Super had only 3 gears which I never knew. We rode through the Palliwal park near the University, which bore a frightening ghostly look in the chilling moon light. On reaching home the Sardarji alighted with great difficulty and limped to the front door and pressed the bell. In no time all the lights were on and the ladies who came out started screaming seeing the man with blood all over his body. I stood at the gate not knowing what to do. Suddenly the man turned to me and came almost running to me. I was surprised to hear him saying "Bhayya, I am sorry, I forgot to thank you". That was like a Sardarji.
I was about to leave but he wont allow. He awoke a sleeping rickshawalla on the street and instructed him to take me to the hostel. It was also instructed that not a penny shall be taken from me. I could not believe. For him then, the greatest concern was to take care of me and not of. Only a Sardarji can behave like that in such a situation. I told him that the next day I was leaving for Kerala. And pat came the proclamation, "whenever you are in Agra, come here. Ask for Bhutto. I will take care of you".
The next day I narrated this story to my friends in the hostel but many of them refused to believe that I have not just seen Bhutto but even rescued him. They told me that he was a big shot and that he owned a large fleet of trucks plying all over India.
After that incident I had been to Agra many times but could not visit Bhutto though I always wanted to meet him.
In November 2008 I was again in Agra to attend the alumni meet of the Physics PG students of St: John's college. I and my family stayed with my friend Anandakuttan. His flat is near the Hariparwat junction. Kuttan is a gentleman par excellence. He teaches Zoology at the St: Peter's college, Agra. And amazingly, he can teach Physics and Chemistry with equal ease. His wife Lekha is a wonderful host. She teaches Mathemaics at the St: Paul's college, Agra. Their son Achal Anand walks away with whatever he aims at! Yes, a student of St: Peter's, Agra, he is a national level winner in long distance walking. In the 10th board examination he was the topper among all the students of Agra city. I told Kuttan of my desire to meet Bhutto. I had only a faint idea of the location of his house. It was almost 25 years since the mid night incident. I, Kuttan and Achal went searching for Bhutto's residence near the Agra University. None knew of him. Finally seeing a Sardarji name board we went in. The person staying there was a retired army officer. The moment we told him of our purpose he started shouting at us and threatened to call the police - for what reason, I still do not know. He kept talking like a possessed. Kuttan felt insulted and started explaining. But I felt it prudent to leave the place as quickly as possible as the sardarji was at his abusive best.Even as this drama was in progress I had a call on my mobile. It was Lekha,
She asked "GOT?"
I replied "WE ALMOST GOT!"
And here ends the Bhutto saga
I was about to leave but he wont allow. He awoke a sleeping rickshawalla on the street and instructed him to take me to the hostel. It was also instructed that not a penny shall be taken from me. I could not believe. For him then, the greatest concern was to take care of me and not of. Only a Sardarji can behave like that in such a situation. I told him that the next day I was leaving for Kerala. And pat came the proclamation, "whenever you are in Agra, come here. Ask for Bhutto. I will take care of you".
The next day I narrated this story to my friends in the hostel but many of them refused to believe that I have not just seen Bhutto but even rescued him. They told me that he was a big shot and that he owned a large fleet of trucks plying all over India.
After that incident I had been to Agra many times but could not visit Bhutto though I always wanted to meet him.
In November 2008 I was again in Agra to attend the alumni meet of the Physics PG students of St: John's college. I and my family stayed with my friend Anandakuttan. His flat is near the Hariparwat junction. Kuttan is a gentleman par excellence. He teaches Zoology at the St: Peter's college, Agra. And amazingly, he can teach Physics and Chemistry with equal ease. His wife Lekha is a wonderful host. She teaches Mathemaics at the St: Paul's college, Agra. Their son Achal Anand walks away with whatever he aims at! Yes, a student of St: Peter's, Agra, he is a national level winner in long distance walking. In the 10th board examination he was the topper among all the students of Agra city. I told Kuttan of my desire to meet Bhutto. I had only a faint idea of the location of his house. It was almost 25 years since the mid night incident. I, Kuttan and Achal went searching for Bhutto's residence near the Agra University. None knew of him. Finally seeing a Sardarji name board we went in. The person staying there was a retired army officer. The moment we told him of our purpose he started shouting at us and threatened to call the police - for what reason, I still do not know. He kept talking like a possessed. Kuttan felt insulted and started explaining. But I felt it prudent to leave the place as quickly as possible as the sardarji was at his abusive best.Even as this drama was in progress I had a call on my mobile. It was Lekha,
She asked "GOT?"
I replied "WE ALMOST GOT!"
And here ends the Bhutto saga
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