Being the only child in the 1950s and 60s within a nuclear family amidst an era of expansive, extended families was a truly unique experience. My father, engrossed in his role as a divisional accountant, dedicated his time to railway projects and legal disputes, while my mother, a bookworm, would often retreat into her reading, leaving me in the care of our domestic helpers. These helpers, primarily peons from the railway projects, resided with us in various accommodations provided by the Railways, ranging from makeshift constructions of repurposed railway sleepers to modest railway quarters. Reflecting on those days brings forth vivid memories of the remarkable individuals who babysat me during my parents’ absences—a recollection I am eager to share in this blog.
The Enthusiastic Yet Inexperienced Rai Singh
Rai Singh, a youth of 18-19 hailing from a village in the Kangra District of unified Punjab (before the creation of Himachal Pradesh), joined our household to assist my mother in the evenings. His spirited demeanour and penchant for storytelling captivated me, providing solace during my parents’ social obligations. However, his initial zeal outweighed his culinary skills, leading to an unfortunate attempt at cooking dal and roti that left much to be desired. Despite this hiccup, Rai Singh’s earnestness and captivating storytelling endeared him to me, igniting a passion for narrative that continues to shape my writing endeavours today.
In October 1956, a seismic event unfolded as a major earthquake struck our region. Amidst the chaos, I found myself in Rai Singh’s care, perched on the rear veranda of our makeshift abode. Despite the imminent danger, Rai Singh’s response, though well-intentioned, left much to be desired as he fervently prayed in his native Pahari language without ensuring our safety. In hindsight, our fortunate escape from harm amidst the trembling earth serves as a poignant reminder of life’s unpredictability.
In his modest monthly salary of Rs. 50, Rai Singh sought to impress his kin back in the village, a feat he accomplished by splurging on a Rs. 30 ready-made suits. His pride in his appearance, evidenced by seeking a five-year-old’s opinion on his sartorial choice, resonates as a testament to the simplicity and sincerity of his character. Rai Singh’s masterful storytelling, despite his humble origins, left an indelible mark on me, inspiring my own narrative pursuits later in life.
The Resilient Veteran: Sardar Harnam Singh
Sardar Harnam Singh, an ex-army veteran who bore the scars of World War II, assumed the role of babysitter during my parents’ visits to tedious relatives—an arrangement I eagerly welcomed. His tales of wartime heroism, paired with my impromptu theatrical performances, forged a bond that transcended generational barriers. In a moment of youthful exuberance, I pledged a fictional pension of Rs. 300 per month to Sardar Harnam Singh, a gesture emblematic of childhood innocence and affection.
As age caught up with him, Sardar Harnam Singh sought unconventional remedies for his ailments, including a misguided attempt at avian therapy involving a live pigeon. Despite my protests, his steadfast belief in traditional treatments underscored his unwavering resolve, earning him the affectionate moniker of “Sardar Aukha Singh” from my father, which in Punjabi means difficult one. Though his departure precluded the fulfilment of my childhood promise, the memories of our time together endure as a testament to his resilience and unwavering spirit and might have contributed to developing my interest in dramatics.
The Indomitable Spirit of Cheerful Shyam Singh
Hailing from the rugged terrain of Garhwal, Cheerful Shyam Singh regaled me with tales of his mountainous upbringing, painting a vivid picture of resilience amidst adversity. His candid accounts of familial struggles and societal challenges offered a glimpse into a world far removed from my own, fostering empathy and understanding in my young mind. Despite facing personal hardships, including the desertion of his wife, Shyam Singh’s infectious laughter and indomitable spirit remained unwavering—a testament to the human capacity for resilience and joy in the face of adversity.
A skilled participant in the local Ram Lila, Shyam Singh’s pursuit of his passion, albeit in a modest capacity, left an indelible impression on me. His willingness to embrace his role as Sirupanakha, despite aspiring for the grandeur of Ravana, serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of pursuing one’s passions with humility and dedication.
Conclusion:
While a myriad of babysitters graced my childhood, the indelible imprint left by Rai Singh, Sardar Harnam Singh, and Cheerful Shyam Singh remains unparalleled. Their diverse backgrounds, unique quirks, and invaluable life lessons continue to resonate with me, serving as a testament to the profound impact of human connection and shared experiences. In immortalizing their stories, I pay homage to the unsung heroes of my childhood, whose influence continues to shape my journey as a writer and a human being.
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