Ayo Gurkhali
AYO GURKHALI
“Jagadish SJBR”, announced the carved iron alphabets
welded artistically on the huge wrought iron gate of the most exclusive house
on a picturesque hillock in - Mashobra , the “Queen of Shimla”. “ The Peak” as
the bungalow that commanded a 360 degree view of Himalaya was christened by the
original British owner, who had got the estate on perpetual lease from the
“Rana of Koti” was my destination and I had an appointment with “ Jagdish
Shamsher Jung Bahadur Rana” of Nepal. I had fallen in love with Mashobra when
in my childhood father took me to that beautiful village in midst of the best
Deodar forests interspersed with quaint little British era bungalows owned by
the Maharajas and ultra rich of India. “The Peak” was itself surrounded by a
500 Bigha estate of Maharaja of Faridkot having beautiful bungalows with
British names like – “Kenilworth”, “Sherwood” and “Cosynook”. Father after
graduating from Punjab Agricultural University had spent a year in Mashobra
working on government Horticulture Farm and nurtured beautiful memories of the
place. It was a fairyland. The other day, on my wanderings in the beautiful hills
on my Annual Leave I had heard that the Rana was selling some residential plots
in the periphery of the property. The plot was costing in 8 figures and I
didn’t have in my bank account even 6 figure amount but somehow I felt that I
was meant to make my house there.
I found the Great man in the beautiful verandah
adorned with hundreds of pots of spectacular cactuses, the like of which I had
never seen. It was a beautiful old two storied wood and stone bungalow which I
later came to know was occupied by Lord Litton during his viceregality
(Viceregal lodge was not built then). I felt overawed by the Royal presence. However,
Rana sahib seemed to be fond of Army Officers (As are most of the people) and
soon we were having an amiable discussion over tea and biscuits offered by a
most gracious Mrs Rana. The premium property deserved the price being asked and
I correctly guessed that the Rana was not someone with whom you haggle on minor
issues like costs. He knew I liked the plot and told me that he liked me and
wanted me to make my home close to him and his children. I gave him the advance
amount and went to Hisar, my place of posting. Over next few months, as the
date of purchase approached, I realised that I won’t be able to pay him the
promised amount in agreed time. So in our next meeting in Peak, again on my
leave, after chatting over myriad topics under the sun (Rana was a true
philosopher ) confessed to him. “Do you want the property? He asked me looking
into my eyes. “Yes sir” I said. “Then don’t worry. You are like a son. You pay
me when ever you have surplus savings from your salary. There is no time limit”
I was astonished at his magnanimity and trust! And so it was that I finally
made full payment some 5 years after this talk and became proud owner of a
small chunk of a truly princely real estate where I dream of setlling down one
day growing tulips and pansies in the lawn of my own “Sans Souci” overlooking
the distant verdant hills.
Jung Bahadur
Rana sahib ( Jagadish Shamsher Jung Bahadur Rana) was
a direct descendent of Shamsher Jung Bahadur , the fierce and diplomatic Gurkha
General who laid the dynasty of the hereditary Prime Ministers of Nepal. Ranas
were de – facto rulers of Nepal, with the Shah dynasty reduced to titular head
till the time when in 1960s the then king, with the help of India turned the
tables leading to exile of the Ranas who spread out in North India. Jagdish
Rana reached Shimla and being of an academic bent, liked “The Peak” very much
for his studies and contemplation. In this haven, away from court intrigues he
read and wrote, he also travelled the world. He was over the years recognised
by the Nepal government for his contribution to culture and literature. He also
served as a parliamentarian twice in Nepal. Rana was thickly involved in
reconstruction of heritage Kathmandu post earthquake havoc of 2015. He had
personally adopted a remote village and rehabilitated the poor inhabitants with
own resources. He told me how he studied Sanskrit under a learned tutor for 3
years so he could read the original ved and upnishads!
Unfortunately, age was catching up with him and at 88,
he suffered a heart attack after which he had to leave Shimla and move to Chandigarh
for therapy. Last I met him in Chandigarh, first thing he did was handing me a
4 page pamphlet. Before I could ask him anything he told me to read the
pamphlet. It was titled “Why Jagdish Rana in his advanced age is putting up in
Chandigarh”. It gave update on his health too. He had typed the document for
information of visitors! Like always, I
had an illuminating talk with him. Although he had lost considerable weight and
vigour he was in good spirits, well looked after by his family. That was the
last I saw of my most interesting friend who passed away shortly afterwards. A
print of personal diary of his father Major General Mrigendra Shamsher that the
Rana gifted me , is a valued literary treasure with me that gives firsthand
account of life of Ranas in early 20th century Nepal when they held
all the power.
Another great Gurkha who comes to mind is “Bade Kazi”
Amar Singh Thapa.
“How come you have Amar Singh Thapa amongst your
ancestors”? I asked Kunwar Nagendra of Arki (Baghal = Bagh + Hal) as we looked
at the row of portraits of rulers of erstwhile principality. We were inside
Arki palace in the formidable Arki fort 40 km from Shimla. From the window I could
see beautiful Darbar hall with its famed fresco paintings (Though the building
could do with some repairs).
“ The General ruled this place from 1808 -1815 and
thus his portrait is in its rightful place” I could’nt help but marvel at the
epitome of chivalry and fairplay in the thought process of the Kunwar,
descendent of Rajputs from Dhar, MP who had carved out the small state hundreds
of years ago. I had reached Arki tracing the footprints of my Grand father who
had served the state as a revenue officer in 1930s under Raja Rajinder Singh.
Amar Singh Thapa
Gurkhas were great soldiers but poor administrators.
They entrenched themselves in hill forts and in addition to general loot and
pillage exacted a outrageous tax from the peasantry so that soon the wretched
hill folks started quiting the land which became barren or forest. The cruelty
of gurkhas was legendary. Executions were rampant to instill fear. It is
recorded that once five chamars (Cobblers) were charged with cow slaughter and
condemned to death. They were beheaded by a party of troops. After the
execution the commander of the party threw great tantrum that he had no one
left to behead! The troops then caught a poor cobbler selling sandals in
neighbouring bazar who was then beheaded by the commander! Similarly a Gurkha
soldier who tripped over a rock in path brought down his vengeance on the rock
with a huge hammer till it was smothered to dust!
Durbar, Arki Fort
The best description of Gurkha power has been provided
by Field Marshal Sam Manikshaw– “ If someone says he knows no fear, He is
either a liar or a Gurkha”. It’s a true tribute to the intrepid Gurkha soldier.
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--Reyan Thakur