Freedom At
Midnight
IT must have been in the early 1970s
that Dominique Lapierre and Larry Collins invited me to
lunch in the Taj Mahal hotel in Bombay. The restaurant
was in a basement and famous for its "Standing
Pomfret", a fish split in two and made into the
shape of a tent. At the time it was the most popular
eating place in the city and one had to reserve a table
well ahead of time. Since the two authors were
celebrities, they had no difficulty booking a corner
table for themselves. They asked me to join them exactly
at noon when the restaurant opened. When I got there, we
were the only three in the room.
Lapierre ordered a couple
of bottles of chilled white wine to go with the fish to
be served an hour later. They put a tape recorder on the
table, took out lists of questions they meant to ask me
and told the waiter not to disturb us after he had served
the wine. The questions related to my novel Train to
Pakistan. How much of it was fact; how much fiction;
the atmosphere in Lahore in the months preceding
Partition; what I had experienced and seen with my own
eyes; what I had heard from others. The restaurant began
to fill up. Many glasses of wine were consumed. I was
grilled like the fish I ate for almost three hours. We
were the first to enter the restaurant and we were the
last to leave. When their book Freedom At Midnight was
published, I hurried to get a copy expecting to see
myself quoted in many pages. I have three lines and a
footnote. It was and remains the raciest and the most
readable book on the Partition of India.
Collins and Lapierre were
pioneers of a new form of historiography which combined
journalism with creative writing. For subjects, they
picked up recent events and interviewed as many people
who had witnesed these events and mixed their versions
with hard facts. After Freedom At Midnight came O
Jerusalem. It told the tale of the establishment of
the Jewish state of Israel against heavy odds, with
neighbouring Arab States mounting invasions to stamp out
scattered Jewish settlements.
Then came Is Paris
Burning?... narrating details of the liberation of
the French capital from its Nazi conquerors and its
German commanders refusal to blow up the city, as
ordered by Adolf Hitler. Between them the two authors
produced five books, everyone of which made to the best
sellers list. Lapierre was alone in his involvement
with India, particularly Calcutta. He was the sole author
of Belgrad Dove and The City of Joy. He was
completely bowled over by Mother Teresa and in his own
way continues her good work among lepers and destitutes.
When he and his wife visited Calcutta recently they
received a heros welcome from thousands of grateful
people whose lives had been changed by his efforts. They
thronged the airport holding placards reading
"Welcome to the City of Joy".
Dominique Lapierre is the
son of a French diplomat who was posted in America. By 18
when he started writing, he had as much command over
English as he had over his native French. He travelled
extensively in the USA, Canada and Latin America. He had
a passion for cars of latest models. Most of his early
writings were travelogues. He was appointed correspondent
for Paris Match, the most prestigious and widest
selling illustrated magazine of France. Money was no
problem. Wherever a big story broke, Lapierre and the
magazines photographer were there to cover it. They
hired aircraft to get there first and bribed characters
involved to get exclusive interviews.
Lapierre developed the
journalists penchant to dramatise the most banal of
incidents. He travelled across India in a Rolls Royce.
His fancy automobile developed a knock which worried him.
He had it serviced in Delhi. A Sikh mechanic opened up
the engine and rectified it. Lapierre records that when
he tried to start the car, it had become so silent that
he could not hear that the engine was already running.
"Why are Sikhs good mechanics? asks Lapierre.
"I was reassured; Sikhs are taxi, truck and airplane
drivers of India. Guru Nanak, the sacred founder of their
community, had instilled a genius for mechanics into
them."
A Thousand Suns (Full
Circle) is a collection of some of his best articles,
only the last of which is about India. However, I picked
two rather silly errors which could have been avoided. He
describes General Allard, one time Commander of Maharaja
Ranjit Singhs army as "Commander of the Indian
armies of the Sultan of Lahore." And photograph of a
ceremonial procession of Indian princes in which Maharaja
Yadavendra Singh of Patiala is given the name of his
father Maharaja Bhupinder Singh. I hope in future
editions which I am sure will be many, these errors will
be corrected.
Our own
Jarawas
Charming! This modest
147-page illustrated book Andamans Boy by Zai
Whitaker (Tulika) is a cleverly contrived story written
in deceptively adolescent vocabulary. It gives the reader
a lot of information about birds, trees, marine life and
tribals mainly Jarawas who inhabit parts of the Andaman
Islands. If I had anything to do with prescribing
textbooks, I would strongly recommend it as compulsory
supplementary reading for high schools.
The story is simple. Arif
loses both his parents at the age of 10. He is left with
a large fortune which his guardians, his uncle and aunt
living in Bombay covet. He hates living with them and
runs away from home. He gets on a train to Chennai and is
taken over by a kindly Tamil family travelling in the
same compartment. Unfortunately for him his photograph is
published in all the papers with a large reward for his
arrest. He is recognised by other passengers because of
his long curly hair. At Chennai railway station, he
escapes through the milling crowd, has his head tonsured
and gets on a ship bound for Port Blair. He is mistaken
for a boy meant to look after a consignment of goats. At
Port Blair he is recognised by yet another person but he
escapes on a truck loaded with crocodiles heading for a
zoo. He knows how to handle these reptile and gets a job
to look after the reptiles. The police are looking for
him. So he makes another successful escape. "With
his pet parakeet he gets to an island inhabited by
Jarawas. He is adopted by them. From Port Blair
consignments of gifts like printed cloth, plastic buckets
and trinkerts are regularly off-loaded to entice them to
become "civilised" and give up their thickly
afforested islands to the government for lumbering and
farming. Some fall to these temptations, others drive
away their self-appointed benefactors by shooting arrows
at them. Arif warns them against the dangers of modern
civilisation.
Zai Whitakers
credentials are impeccable. She is the daughter of Laiq
and Zafar Fatehally of the Bombay Natural History Society
and a kinsmen of Salim Ali. They have written many books
on nature. Zai married Whitaker and between them they set
up a crocodile and snake farm near Mahabalipuram. The
marriage broke up. Zai is currently teaching in a school
in Kodaikanal and has her two sons with her. Like the
rest of her family, she is thoroughly involved with
nature and has inherited a gifted pen from her parents.
Phoney
praise
Flatterers are funny
folks
They invent fantastic jokes.
Laloo, they say is Magic King
He can make a buffalo sing!
For her link with silver screen,
Jayalalitha is golden queen!
Bal Thackeray (a cartoonists delight)
Is a tiger, full of fright!
Boast the members of his clan
Advani is like the Iron Man!
For a proof, why go afar?
Bhandari still governs Bihar!
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