Introduction Please!
Mid sixties, I told my maternal uncle Lalea at Tulmul,
whether he knew the gentleman in my company. He said: “No. How should I know
him unless introduced?”
I formally introduced Dr. P L Trakroo to his father-in-law,
Lalea. I took initiative only after Dr.
Trakroo promised me that he would refuse to accept any money from him. I
pointed to another person and asked my Mamaji if he knew him. He again replied
in the negative. I introduced him as his grandson, the son of his eldest son.
One day Professor Surinder (name changed) called on me at my
school office. He had strained relations with his wife. His daughter Komal
(Name changed) was on the staff of the school. I called Komal and asked her if
she knew the gentleman in the chair. She said that may be he is parent of some
student. I asked Professor Surrender if he knew the lady. He said that
obviously she must be on the staff of the school. I introduced both by their
respective names. Komal was shocked to know that the stranger was none other
than her father.
Mr. Matoo used to accompany his grandson to school like a
shadow. One day my elder brother told me that Mr. Mattoo was a man of self
prestige. He as an employee of Food Control department dared to take cudgels
with the then Director Food & Supplies SAS Qadri, who was said to be of
harsh temperament. Whose subordinates, for his
rough behaviour were said to be scared of him. They would prefer to
maintain distance with him. Mattoo had to pay price for his self prestige. He
was dismissed from the services. Mattoo sued the department and after suffering
for many years he was finally reinstated under the orders of the court. The
period of dismissal was treated as on duty under the orders of the court. Mr.
Matto spent lavishly on the marriage of his son Ashok.
One day I told Ashok, that for many days I did not see his
father. He said that he went to his second son at Habba kadal. I told him that
my namaskar be conveyed to him. Ashok said that he did not know the address of
his father. It was a surprise to me. For many days it had become my topic for
the day. I shared the surprise with many of my friends, little knowing that one
day I may not be an exception.
Early sixties, on our return from an evening walk, Lok Nath
Matu of Zaindar Mohalla near National
High School
The hungry lion in Rome bowed to its prey.
The lion preferred to suffer with hunger rather than to make a meal of the
person who had relieved him of pain due to a thorn that was stuck into its paw.
17th August, 2014 I got happy Janam Ashtami
greetings from a mobile number unknown to me.
I responded as: “Same to you sir. May I please know who is
on the other end. Be blessed”
Response: “Namaskar. Biloo from Noida.”
B K Dass: “How strange. Once I introduced his son-in-law Dr.
Trakroo and his grandson to Lalea my Mamaji. Once I told one gentleman to
convey my regards to his father. He in response said that he did not know his
address. I never knew that I too will fall in the same category. Yesterday I
longed to talk to you.”
“Yinea sae cheshmuen shreh kuruekh
Sahlabh anea hum yavnus”
Life is an open book. We learn little from the open book. This is
reality of life that travels unilaterally without looking back to its source
like the river. One should not have regrets or complaint against the natural
phenomenon. I would often tell my Muslim friends that Kafir is one who boasts
and banks on one's youth, strength, energy, material wealth and one's sons. All
is a mirage. I have seen one hotelier with his Bar and restaurant at Lal Chowk
serving my friend I K Raina as a coolie. I was surprised when he said to IK:
"Please give me four annas to have a cup of tea downstairs at wayside tea
stall. Youth, energy, strength, wealth are not everlasting. We can bank only on
the mercy and blessings of invisible, omnipotent, omnipresent God. The rest is
myth and to bank upon myth is only optical illusion.
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