Those were simpler times:
When I could see the tip of the Clock Tower of Dehradun at daytime and
twinkling lights of Mussoorie at night right from my terrace. Now multi-storeyed building are there to block the lovely view.
When in summers a ceiling
fan was a luxury and not a need. Climate was ideal. Mornings used to be cold, afternoons
not very hot and around 4'o clock every evening there used to be a shower which
would make the evening and nights pleasant.
When mom could leave my brother and me with an elderly neighbour
while she went for shopping.
We lived in the famous Ghosi
Gali which opens in Pultan Bazaar, the heart of the city .The ground
floor of our house was given on rent to ‘R
R Tailor ’ and other shops included ‘Joshi tea stall, a photo studio, a bakery and
a dental Clinic. Some of the shops are still there.
When weather used to be unfavourable to play on the terrace, my brother and I were allowed to sit at Masterji’s shop and watched the people passing by. There used to be a blind flute-seller who would chat with us and play flute. I have a vived memory of masterji, the bansuriwala and a faint memory of blackouts during the nights of ’71 Indo-pak war.
After a few yrs we moved to another city but dad used to
visit the place quite often to look after the house. I remember receiving wooden toys sent to us by bansuriwale uncle.
Last week I visited Dehradun to attend 50th Wedding Anniversary of my parents. After the celebrations all my cousins sat together
and talked about many things which belonged to our childhood. I
wondered if Bansuriwala was still alive. A cousin informed me that she saw him
a few years back. I was told that he lived in bungalow which belonged to the Bollywood
villain of yesteryears, KN Singh.
I couldn’t sleep that night. Got up early. Begged to God to fulfil my wish. With my fingers crossed, I went to meet him. From the distance I could see him sitting in a chair. Overwhelmed to see him I
wondered if he would recognise me, I asked him:
‘I’m Babli. Do you remember?
Before I could blink my eyes he responded;
“Haan, haan,Ghoshi
galiwaali” (Yes,yes the one from Ghosi gali”)
He told me that KN Singh had passed away and the bungalow belongs to Mr Mittal now, who takes good care of him.
He was neat and clean and
looked content. While I chatted and recorded two melodious tunes he played
for me, some passers-bye looked at us curiously and others came and wished him and put
money (minimum Rs 10/) in his box. I bought a few Flutes made of wood and metal.
He blessed me and others by saying, "May God keep you happy". (Bhagwan aapko khush rakhe ).
He didn't know that God has already made me happy by making our rendezvous happen.
PS: Last October I was in Doon and passed by Bansuri waale uncle's house. Not finding him at his place, very hesitantly I opened the gate and met the owner of the house. I was informed that my Bansuri uncle passed away two years back. His family members were informed and they came for the last rites.
An era has ended for me. Om shanti.
