Who was that visitor?

Sadhona Debi Chatterji


Sadhona Debi Chatterji was born in October 1931 in Calcutta to Hari Prasad and Subarna Bannerjee. She did her matriculation, and got married to Birendra Kumar Chatterji in June 1948. She has a son and a daughter. Her husband, like her father, was in the Imperial Bank of India, which later became the State Bank of India. Her husband retired as Chairman UCO Bank in 1984, and passed away in 1989.

She has had a tremendous interest in national and world affairs, with her own opinions on many issues. She is an avid reader. She has been a popular and well-loved person among the family and a very large circle of friends. Even at the age of 85 and ailing, she got phone calls from all over the world. She passed away in 2015.

Editor's note: Sadhona Chatterji wrote this note in her diary in the 2002. It has been typed and provided by her son in 2018.

When we were in Bhopal in the early 1970s, a friend of ours [likely this was Tarun Kumar Bhaduri, who wrote a book in Bengali Abhishapath Chamba], who had written a book about the dacoits of Chambal a few years earlier, used to relate an interesting story.

Sometime in the early 1950s, he was touring around that area to collect information about those dacoits, particularly about the famous and the notorious dacoit of that time, the legendary Man Singh.

One evening after a whole day of hard work, our friend came back to the dak-bungalow he was staying at and was relaxing with a drink and a book in the sitting room of the dak-bungalow.

It was a cold winter night, and outside it became dark very soon.

Our friend had finished his dinner, and was thinking of retiring for the day, when he saw a jeep coming inside the dak-bungalow compound.

It was a police jeep and after a few minutes one of the officers came in to the room and when he saw our friend, asked him very politely if he could join him.

Our friend was very glad to have some company and readily invited the tall handsome officer to join him and offered him a drink.

Very soon they became quite friendly and our friend told the officer that he was a writer and was writing a book about the dacoits and started asking him about Man Singh and his men.

How time passed, none of them realized, when all of a sudden the officer stood up and looked at his watch and said he should be moving out now.

Our friend also stood up and offered his hand to the officer to thank him and asked, "May I know your good name, Sir?"

The man looked at him and very quietly answered, "Log mujhe daku Man Singh kahte hain, (people call me dacoit Man Singh)" and left the room.

The real police party came after some time, but by then Man Singh and his men were miles away.


Kolkata, August 2002.

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Very interesting . Very simply written

Thank you. That visitor is another proof of how rich Lyallpur was. Poor places don?t have dacoits ( Punjabi DAKOO, Hinglish DACOITY, English ROBBERY) There was alsk JAGGA. Not far from Lyallpur, in Qila Sheikhupura, in the late 1930s, the body of a ?BOORA ? ( blond) Dakoo was brought to the mortuary of Civil Hospital, for autopsy. Streams of people tried t9 glimpse the corpse. Many did. Till the police established a cordon. This ? Gentleman of the Road? was perhaps a deserter from an Angrez regiment. The article mentions a police jeep. I never saw a jeep until after WW 2.

Thank you. That visitor is another proof of how rich Lyallpur was. Poor places don?t have dacoits ( Punjabi DAKOO, Hinglish DACOITY, English ROBBERY

Furthef comment: The common ? thief? = Chor in Punjabi, would ? Sunh lagaee?. He would make a hole in the wall as you slept. Clear you out of your precious ornaments etc and be away

Subodh ji, you have opened a new chapter and I have something to add. In my school Sacred Heart Convent school my dear friend was Ashish son of Imperia? Bank's Agent. I had another special kinship with Imperial bank. My maternal uncle K.S Jodhka a DOUBLE M A was a Currency OFFICER at Lahore. If I remember there was a Bharadwaj who i believe was the agent. His name always poped up. And he sounded like a Euopean but he often mentioned my mamaji's name. To us children he appeared like a Devine. For us Imperial Bank had a special place on a different count. Whenever Mamaji visited Lyallpur he would bring for us neatly rolled 50 one paisa coins in a roll. That was a treasure we looked forward to. AS His was a close friend and I often went to his house to place which next to bank. I forget Ashish's sister's name.in any case at that age we had little use for girls. More to come. SANGAT.

So simply written . Very overpowering . Congrats Sadhona ji

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