Saturday, June 14, 2003 |
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ON a hot afternoon in the summer of 1881, Mian Anwar-ud-din, Inspector of Police, takes off from Bakhshali (also Bakhshalai) village of the Yusufzai subdivision (Mardan tehsil) of Peshawar (now in Pakistan) and lands himself in the office of the the Assistant Commissioner at Mardan. He can’t catch his breath and his superior officer can’t catch his words, so, he is given a chair and some water. With water down his throat, words trickle out: "The ruins, Sir...huff...huff," "Yes, Inspector, what about the ruins? Come on, come on," "The ruins, Sir...puff, puff," "Yes, I’ve heard that before, go on, and what is in this packet you are carrying?" The Inspector hands him the packet; its contents can only please the Assistant Commissioner. "We found this in the ruins near Bhakshali," says the Inspector." Who was with you, Mian,
when you made this discovery?" "Actually, my tenant discovered
this while digging a stone enclosure in the ruined place."
"This is rare discovery, Inspector, which will bring you a reward.
It’s an ancient manuscript, no less than a treasure." "What
do you plan to do with it, Sir?" "I intend to forward it to
Lahore Museum, where its value can be rightly judged. |