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As
we would leave for the College in the evenings my father would extend his right
index finger towards me to hold it so that if I stumbled I would be saved from
falling on the uneven road and hurting myself. To my infant eyes his index
fingers appeared fat and big. I was a mere child then and he would take me
along to the college where he would play either tennis or badminton.
On the way would be Tandon Stores, a very good
looking store run by the brother of my father’s colleague who would force my
father into the store and engage him in longish conversations. The store would
be full of candies, toffees, pastries. cakes and what have you. Mr. Tandon was
incredibly fair and he appeared to me like a white man. His apparel were also
like those of the white men we used to see those days. He would be in half
sleeves white shirts, khaki shorts stockinged legs with tough looking boots
encasing his feet. The khaki sola hat used when he would go out on his bicycle made
him look like a genuine white man. This used to be for summers; in winters too
he would be smartly dressed. He would always fill my pockets with candies.
While father played tennis, thanks to Mr. Tandon, I had plenty to keep myself
occupied with. Much later Mr. Tandon’s s son became a good friend of mine when
we were in the college.
Father
was apparently was very easy to get along with. On the tennis courts a white
man would come very frequently. He used to be in the employment of Sardar
Phalke, who was a minister in the Gwalior State administration. Bradley by name
from Ireland, he used to be teaching young Phalkes at home. He became very
friendly with father and would borrow my father’s racquet to do some knocking
around. He would frequently come home too. We used to find his hair style funny
as he would have two partings on two sides and the hair in between would be
raised – somewhat like the current trends in hair styling. Occasionally he
would also bring a small car of the Phalkes and take us children on rides in
the town. Quite curiously, he would come in summer afternoons to relax in what
could be called the drawing room where we had a settee to lie around and relax.
Apparently, with just a table fan, the heat of the summer didn’t matter to him
much. As the evening approached he would have a cup of tea and get back to the
Phalke’s big rambling sandstone house.
The
same Phalke children became friends when we came together in the college. My
mother used to like the youngest one – a close friend of mine – who used to be
fond of her Bengali-ised Hindi. These are fond memories as all the Phalkes have
since passed on. My friend’s son, however, does keep in touch. Bradley, Bradley
Sa’ab for us, used to converse with us in his broken Hindi. I suppose, as the
Phalkes one by one got admitted to the Scindia School – an Indian Public School
that was meant for the children of Maratha feudals, Bradley Sa’ab had to pack
up and go. But I do not remember him coming home to tell father about his
impending departure.
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I
can recall two Hindi pictures that I saw with the entire family. The first one
was Naya Sansar which apparently had a theme song with the same words. I
remember scenes in which the hero would come out of the foliage to sing “Ao
basal ek naya sansar” This must have been in late 1930s or early 1940s. The
hero was Ashok Kumar. I don’t recall the heroin who most probably was Leela
Chitnis. I do not remember the name of the other film but I remember during a
brawl a bald man was hit on his head with a liquor bottle. I got so scared that
I started crying and was quickly taken to my mother sitting a few rows behind
us. The man who was hit was David Abraham, a consummate character actor who
worked right up to 1950s.
Father
had taken the two youngest of us brothers to the award winning Walt Disney film
Vanishing Prairies. I still remember the landscape that appealed to me so much
and the huge Prairies bison. They were being driven westwards or just killed
when the Americans were out to colonise the Prairies. In the process, Walt
Disney showed the wildlife of Prairies. If available online, I would want to
see it again. It is such a powerful documentary. Another film by Walt Disney
that I remember was the animation film Mickey Mouse. Enormously funny for children
the film had a very long run. I don’t know whether it is ever shown to children
in schools.
That
reminds me; it is time to go to school.
*Photo from internet