My Memories of Lyallpur

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Jatinder Sethi was born in Lyallpur, now Faislabad, in pre-Independence India. He finished his M.A. (English) from Delhi University in 1956, and went off to London to study Advertising in 1958. He passed his Membership Exam of The Institute of Practitioners in Advertising (M.I.P.A) in1965, and joined Rallis India in Bombay. Later, for over 20 years, he worked for the advertising agency Ogilvy & Mather. Now retired, he helps his son in his ad agency in Delhi.

Editor's note: Another version of this article first appeared as TRIGGERS THAT SUDDENLY AWAKEN THE OLD, LONG FORGOTTEN, MEMORIES, which is available at http://apnaorg.com/articles/jatinder-sethi/

Move to Lyallpur

My father, Chaudhury Jai Ram Das Sethi, was the second of three brothers who were all born in Jhang, Pakistan. All the three brothers were practicing lawyers. My father was the only one to move out to Lyallpur (now Faislabad). It must be around 1909 when he moved to Lyallpur after his wedding.  The oldest brother, Tayaji, Chaudhury Jinda Ram, and the youngest, Chaudhury Jagjiwan Ram, continued to live and practice at Jhang. These brothers also managed the huge agriculture land – almost 500 acres – that my family owned.

The Sethis were quite well-known in Jhang, especially, Tayaji's son, Harish Sethi and his wife (my Bhabi). Harish bhaji (we called our older brothers and cousins as bhaji) was a very successful lawyer in Jhang. His wife, a tall lady in her salwar kameez was the most modern woman in town. She had her own Tonga with a handsome horse, which she used to ride herself in the whole of Jhang. After Partition, they moved to Hissar.

His younger brother, Professor Vidya Sagar Sethi, was a Professor of Physics in Government College, Lyallpur. He was a frequent visitor to our house as he lived nearby. After Partition, he worked at the Government College, Ludhiana.

I think my mother (Biji) and father (Pitaji) were the favourites of all their relations. May be it had something to do with them being "Mod" and living in the new modern town of Lyallpur? Biji was also a good host.

Centre, my mother (Biji); behind, my father (Pitaji), and his brother.

Lyallpur

My siblings and I - eight children - were all born before 1931 in Lyallpur. With not a whiff of family planning in those days, my parents produced eight children with almost an exact gap of two years between each child! And they sent each one - girls and boys - to study in school and college.

That was the unique thing about Lyallpur. Most of the settlers to this new township came from other older places like Jhang (my father's place),Sargodha (my mother's place) Multan, Shikarpur, etc., and were all educated, liberal, modern people. Like the new City of Lyallpur, which at that time was considered the most modern and planned township. And truly it was. I have no qualms in acknowledging the positive influence of British.

It is well documented that the architectural plan of the Lyallpur city and its famous eight bazaars was a replica of the Union Jack, as a tribute to the Queen of England. A rectangle containing a Cross and two Diagonals. All the eight bazaars started from the Ghanta Ghar (clock tower), which was the focal point of the town. Four of the eight bazaars were perpendicular, and you could see the full face of the Ghanta Ghar. The other four bazaars were diagonal to the Ghanta Ghar; from these bazaars, you could only see the diagonal face of the tower. In fact, you could tell which bazaar you were in by looking at the angle of the tower. All the eight bazaars were inter-connected with the Gole Bazaar.

The names of the bazaars indicated the direction they led to. Katchery Bazaar led you to the courts. Jhang, Chiniot and Montgomery Bazaars led you to those destinations. Karkhana (workshop) Bazaar took you to all the factory areas. To go to the railway station, you had to take Rail Bazaar.

I am not quite certain where Aminpur and Bhawana Bazaars led to.

Aminpur Bazaar was the place where most of the stationary and bookshops were located. I remember we used to rush to sell our class books after the exam results were declared, and buy books of the new class. We were not allowed to buy new books, if there were good second-hand books available, which normally they were. Money was scarce then (it always has been). Moreover, these second-hand books had notes jotted down by the earlier owners, which were quite helpful. We used to sell our old books at the same time.

We always went to the same shop. It used to be on the corner of a lane, the right hand side of the road from Ghanta Ghar. I think it used to be the biggest bookshop on that road. Being a small town, the owners knew most of the regular children and their parents. More like family friends. Miss that personal touch now!

Bhawana bazaar was full of shops selling baans (बांस, bamboo) and other such material. If I remember correctly, it also led to the festival grounds where the annual Dassera festival used to take place. The annual Mandi Fair - farmers bringing cows, buffaloes, calves, wheat, etc. for sale - also took place here. It used to be a very popular affair.

The Primary Arya School was also located around there. Was it Douglaspura? I think so. Because that's where we used to go after having finished Kutchi (lower) class nursery school, and before going to the High School at Mai-Di-Jhuggi. All the Arya Samaj - my parents were Arya Samajis - annual functions also used to take place in this school building.

The other school was M.B. School, where the children of non-Arya Samaji families went. One of my childhood friends from that school Ravi belonged to the first batch of Cadets from the Dehradun Academy to join the Indian Navy of independent India. He retired as a Vice-Admiral. His father was also a lawyer, and lived in the first big house in the left side lane after Gole Bazaar, towards the courts. He was a tall man, and always wore a pagri and smoked a hookah.

Now, come to think of it, most of my father's friends had same age children as us. May be they all came to settle in Lyallpur at the same time, immediately after their marriage. Another friend was Dharam Malik. His family owned a cloth shop in Katchery Bazaar, near the Upkari Cycle shop. He became an architect, did his Landscape architecture from Harvard, and settled down in Toronto. Was Lyallpur the Eldorado of that time?

My family

I was the youngest of eight siblings - six brothers and two sisters. All born in Lyallpur. All studied in Arya School - both boys and girls. My oldest brother, now ninety-six years old, graduated from Government College, Lyallpur. Now, after his retirement, he looks after our agriculture land near Sonepat, (Haryana), which we got in lieu of the land my father lost in Pakistan.

I think I was just about four when my sister got married. But I vividly remember waiting for her baraat (marriage party) at the Gumati Fountain, at the end of Rail Bazaar, from where the Janji (groom's party) were to turn back into Rail Bazaar, and go to Janj Ghar (banquet hall,) where they were put up for the night. The Brass Band Bajas were there even then. They played film songs sung by Yamla Jatt, and about the Jagga dacoit of Lyallpur Jagga Jamya Lyalpur unthe. Jagga was a dreaded dacoit, who was born in Lyallpur, and was featured in a number of hit songs on those days.

My mother (Biji) and my father (Pitaji), with their children. 1934.

Front: Jatinder (6 years old) holding first child, Shashi, of his older sister, Prem Behnji (back left). Others at back: my mother, my sister Santosh, and my younger brother, Satinder.

My Nath bhaji, third oldest, also graduated (around1939) from Government College, Lyallpur. Since he was unable to find any job in Lyallpur, he went off to J J School of Arts, Bombay, to do a five-year course in Fine Arts. He used to have an Agfa Box Camera and did wonders with that. I still have a few pictures of the 1930s; the youngest kid in them is me. Later on, he started his own Art Studio in Connaught Place, New Delhi, which was his office-cum residence. (This became our first refuge for some time after partition, before moving on to Lake Square, Patel Nagar and finally to Nizamuddin.) He was a pretty tall and handsome young man. Whenever he came to Lyallpur from Bombay during vacations, he always slept on the large white marble slab (I forget the Punjabi name for it) we had on the big terrace of second floor under the open sky.

Except for my eldest brother and eldest sister, who were married in Lyallpur and had arranged marriages, the rest of us eventually all had love marriages, with the blessings of our great mother. May be it (the love affairs) had to do something with our ancestral DNA connection with Heer, of Heer-Ranjha fame. Heer belonged to Jhang, and she, according to the fable, is supposed to have just disappeared into the land, while running away. Her Kuber (grave) is built on that spot. My father showed it to me, since it was on our land at Jhang. Whether the romance by Waris Shah is a fiction or not, they have now built a big mausoleum on her grave. One had to ride on horseback, from the bus stop at the roadside much before Meghiana, the city of Jhang, to go to our land. My father had once taken me with him when I was just a kid. And I never forgot the top-open grave of Heer.

Prem bhaji, the fourth oldest, never married. He did his MSc from the Agriculture College, Lyallpur, and joined the irrigation department near Lyallpur. He was, right from early days, more spiritually inclined than any of us.

During the annual functions of Arya Samaj, a line of Tongas, carrying various participating swamis used to go round the Lyallpur city, singing bhajans, playing harmonium, promoting the function. No Hindu-Muslim problem at that time!

One of the swamis, Swami Satya Nand ji Maharaj, had a big influence on Prem bhaji, who became Swamiji's chela (disciple). After Partition, Swamiji turned away from Arya Samaj, became a Ram Bhagat, and started Shri Ram Shernam in Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi. Prem bhaji, who was then working in the Central Water Power Commission, continued to be tied-up with Swamiji, who became very close to my parents and family. Many years later, when Swamiji passed away, Prem bhaji became the Maharaj of Shri Ram Shernam.

It was Prem bhaji who taught us swimming in the Chenab Canal, which ran near Lyallpur. My father, who was a very keen swimmer, also helped, if Prem bhaji was not there. To jump in the gushing waters of the canal from top of the lock bund was sheer joy.

Another thing Prem bhaji taught us was yoga. A well-known Bhappaji, who lived in one of the inside streets of Katchery Bazaar, used to conduct daily yoga exercises for large number of his followers. This was a huge, green lawn, bigger than a hockey field, with a well, past the Company Bagh, and near the Jail, I think. I think it belonged to Bhai Bal Mukandji, who was a very well-known person. Every morning all of us used to go and do all the asanas, right from Mauyar asan to Sarwang asan. Then we used to have a bath with the well water - even in winter. This place was about a mile or so away from our house, and I used to go on a cycle with Prem bhaji every morning, before going to school.

Ved, called Vedi by my mother, was the next one to graduate from Government College, Lyallpur. He found a job with Karam Chand Thapar, in Delhi, after partition. Later on, he went on to work for UNO and retired from there. Now he also lives in Delhi. All his children and grandchildren live abroad.

That leaves the younger three of us. While I was in school, my brother Satinder, finished his FSc from Government College, Lyallpur, and managed to get admission (with full scholarship) in the prestigious Maclagan Engineering College, Mughalpura, near Lahore. He was the youngest boy to ever get into that college.

One can gauge the kind of respect that college commanded from an incident he narrated to us. Once while traveling back to Lyallpur from Lahore for holidays, all the co-passengers in the rail compartment stood up to pay their respect, when they came to know that he is a student of Maclagan!

He had to leave that institution after the Partition. Luckily, later on he got into Roorkee, and went on to the Imperial College of Engineering, London. He retired from the Central Water Power Commission, and lives in Patpatganj, Delhi.

My other sister and I had luckily left Lyallpur before the serious riots started and tried to continue our studies. My sister, after doing social service at Kurukeshtra (started by Lady Mountbatten), got into Delhi University. She completed her MA in Social Sciences, and married a colleague from London School of Economics. Unfortunately, her husband, Sikander, a brilliant man, died young while he was the Director of Coromandel Fertilizers, Hyderabad. She brought up her three daughters all by herself, while teaching in a school in Delhi.

I finished my studies from Delhi University, and then wasted a little time, without a meaningful job. Like T S Eliot, part of my life was spent over cups of coffee in the India Coffee House, Jan Path, during the 1950s.While doing my MA from Delhi University, I met a contemporary in the University Coffee House; she was doing her MA from Indraprastha College. We got married, and went off to London for further studies and work. She was a regular visitor to my mother before our wedding.

Our home and family life in Lyallpur

Our house was located in the Gole Bazaar between Katchery and Chiniot Bazaar. The first building on the left side as you entered the Gole Bazaar was the Meat Market run by the butchers, most of them known as Kanjars, who also ran the red-light area. Our house was the fourth house on the left side while going towards Chiniot Bazaar.

You had to climb three steep steps to enter the house, a two-story building. The house had a veranda that was about 20 feet long. The veranda had three doors. The door on the extreme left side opened into a drawing room, (the main entrance was from inside the hall) meant only for the family and friends. The other two doors opened up the big long room, which was my father's office. It was stacked with law books and "briefs" in big khaki envelops printed with his name: Chaudhury Jai Ram Das Sethi, B.A. LL.B. Pleader!

Besides a big table and chairs, for clients, it had a low divan on the extreme left corner for the munshi (scribe) to sit and write all the briefs. All court work was done in Urdu. There was also a room with a hand-pulled pankha (fan) on the ceiling, for which there was a special man to pull the cord.

My father always came home for lunch from the courts, as they were hardly ten minutes away. He would have his lunch meal in the veranda, where a table and two chairs were laid before his arrival. My mother would make fresh hot fluffy phulkas with lot of homemade butter melting on top of it. I vividly remember that, as a small kid and the youngest in the family, I always had bites of hot phulka soaked with butter, while my father enjoyed Gobi-ki-bhaji (cauliflower) with butter. Was always with butter. I picked up this indulgence as a small kid while looking at my father enjoying Gobi vegetable with butter. Some childhood habits, even silly, ones live with you forever. The family was vegetarian. Even onions were not allowed in the house.

In the evening, a table, few chairs and a charpoy (cot) was placed on the roadside, after the mashqui (person with a mashaq - a leather container for water) had watered the ground to cool the ground. This was the time for meeting the friends for a chat.

Unlike most of his friends, Pitaji never smoked a hookah or cigarette. He was a very gentle soul, modern, liberal, well read, and not all concerned with money. Frankly, I don't know how Biji, my mother ever ran the house. I had never ever seen my father asking money from his clients. Yet, he used to pack his hold-all, and go off to Kashmir every year when the courts closed for two months for summer. May be it was the job of the munshi to collect the fees.

My father was a civil (not criminal) lawyer. The civil cases of his upcountry, village clients went on and on. In the meanwhile, the clients stayed on in our house for weeks. Luckily, my mother didn't have to cook to feed them; their food used to come from the tandoor run by a big woman, just three buildings away from our house. At night, these clients slept on cots, which we had kept for this purpose. In winter, they slept in the veranda.

Most of the residential houses on both side of the bazaar extended right up to the back lane. For instance, our house extended right up to the back lane, running parallel to the Gole Bazaar, next to the Jama Masjid. The main door was carved, and had two knockers. It opened to a small alcove.

On the left hand side, there was a staircase that took you to the first floor, which had a huge open L-shaped terrace, and two large rooms overlooking the bazaar. It also had a tatti (toilet) which was cleaned every day by a woman known as jamadarni or bhangan.

In those days, homes did not have WCs and flush system for bathrooms. In fact, nobody had even a washbasin for washing hands.

At the back of the terrace, there was another staircase, which led you the second floor, where Nath bhaji used to sleep in summer. Another staircase went down to the veranda on the Gole Bazaar side.

After entering the house from the main gate on the galli-side, the left side took you to the main living quarters. There was huge open courtyard, with a big long marble platform along the wall facing the Jama Masjid lane. On the extreme left corner, there was a tandoor for making tandoori-rotis. On the right hand corner of the slab was a Hamam (with a bucket underneath) for washing hands with Lifebuoy soap.

Next to the tandoor, there was a large arch type opening, without any gate, that took you down two steps to a very big barn, which held our three buffalos, and a cow with a newly born calf. Here was another room inside the barn for keeping hay, oil-seeds, etc. for feeding the animals. A Gujjar would come every morning to milk the cow and the buffalos. Buckets full of milk every morning!

As a kid, I sometimes used to milk the cow myself, after the back legs were tied by the Gujjar, and at the same time drink the milk directly from the full udders. Satinder or I used to prepare feed and feed the cattle, if there was no servant, which was the case quite often!

The barn had a separate entrance from the galli, where the cattle were tied during the day, close to the main door to the house.

Beside two big bedrooms, there was a small room next to the courtyard. This was like a bank vault. All the winter stuff, like quilts, blankets, woollen clothes and kangris (firepots used to keep warm) were kept there. Perhaps some valuable also as it was always kept locked.

Biji

On the left hand side of the courtyard, when you entered the house, there was a long, but not very wide, bathroom. Next to it was my mother's kitchen, about 15 feet by 15 feet. There was no door to it. The double chulha (cookstove) was very common in those days - there were no electric or gas cooking ranges. The fuel was dried-up cow dung and wood, which was plentiful.

Churning the butter and making lassi was daily morning affair, as we had plenty of milk. My mother had a big Medhani just outside the kitchen for this purpose.

After finishing her early bath, my mother would read her Gutka (small book) of Japji Sahib, before doing all the other work. After taking the butter and lassi out, what was left in the cloth strainer was called poen, which made a very tasty dish.

On school days, Biji would make salted parathas, with lot of white butter, and a big steel glass full of thick lassi (what was then known as Adherica or Matha) for us .We always had all our meals in the kitchen. There were no tables and chairs, but only small low chowkis (stools), on which we sat. Biji kept making chapattis, and serving each one of us with garma-garam (piping hot) phulkas. In winter, it used to be tandoori parantha instead phulkas. I don't think our family as a whole ever sat together for meals or chitchat. Maybe I don't remember, being a kid. My elder sister with her two children would often come from Sargodha, and would help Biji.

Biji, used to do all the housework herself, as there were no help, least not in our house. She used to wash the family clothes also. I think, by the time I became aware of things, I noticed that her fingers had almost doubled-up because of arthritis. Obviously, she had been working for almost 15 or more years, giving birth to eight children, bringing them up, sewing and knitting their clothes, cooking food, doing all other house work.

Yet, she never ever said a word of complaint .She still had a lot of time to keep my head in her lap and stroke my hair with love. She was a great favourite of her sister's children. She was a very liberal big-hearted lady.

"This lady who gave birth to a son like Premji Maharaj," so said Swami Satya Nand Ji. Just as I was the youngest and ladla (darling) of my family, my mother was similarly the youngest of her family. We were six brothers and two sisters; my mother was the youngest of eight siblings - six sisters and two brothers. Her father was a Civil Surgeon, a prestigious occupation. Her older brother, who arranged her match with my father, was a well-known High Court criminal lawyer. It was said in Punjab that if you have murdered someone, just manage to reach Ahuja Sahib's kothi (her father's house) in Sargodha, and you will be saved.

I remember her father's house was very big bungalow with almost 20 rooms, and lawns as big as the football ground, with three convertible cars in the porch. He was a very close friend of the famous Sir Sikander Heyat Khan and Sir Firoze Khan Noon. I was hardly in 4th class when he passed away.

Biji's other brother became the Indian Trade Commissioner in Toronto, and, later Counsel-General in San Francisco, during the Second World War.

Her sisters were all married to big zamindars of Sargodha and Khushab. They had to leave everything behind in Pakistan, and resettled in Ambala after the Partition.

Biji's kitchen was the nerve centre of the house. From there, a corridor with rooms on both side connected to Pitaji's office, and the Gole Bazaar side veranda. One of the rooms on the right hand-side was used exclusively for storing jute sacks full of wheat and other produce, which used to come from our farmland in Jhang.

(One of our family's rules was that the first five sacks of new wheat must go to the Yatim-khanna (orphanage) of the Arya School, which was headed by the Head Master Shri Ram Lal Sapra, under whom we all studied.)

In the same room, there were three big Ali-Baba type murtban (ceramic jars). One jar contained meetha achaar (sweet pickles) of vegetables - gobi (cauliflower), gaajar (carrot) and shalgam (turnip). A great favourite of Nath bhaji and myself.

The second jar had Aam Ka Achaar (mango pickle with berries). The third jar had Gajar Ka Murabba (carrot jam).

It was an yearly routine of my mother to prepare what these jars held. She would also dry these winter vegetables for use in summer.

All that work, with crooked fingers, yet happy that her children enjoyed her food!

Moreover, Biji, being a regular Gurudwara goer, also used to be a volunteer for making tandoor roti on the Langar day, especially on Guru Nanak's birthday. On that day, we all used to go and eat lunch at the Langar, with hundreds of other people.

I believe she missed her Kar Sewa (voluntary service) only on the day I was born because that happened to be Guru Nanak's birthday that year. She continued to do her work, even after partition.

After Partition, she helped her sons and daughter to marry their own friends. No issues, no tantrums.

Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs

Our house actually was in a Muslim area though quite a few Hindus and Sikhs were also there. Our main door in the back galli was right opposite the Jama Masjid, next to the house of Hakim Sahib. All of us were sober, gentle and good friends. In fact, two brothers, also living next to the Masjid, were great pals of Nath and Prem Bhaji. Asherf, the elder one was in Government College, and Asgar, who became the head of the local library, was in the Agriculture College. These two colleges had great rivalry while playing hockey matches.

I still remember the slogan shouting during the match to boo the opponents. Government college boys would shout "Hul Panchal, Hai Hai" while the opponents taunted the life style of Government college team by shouting "Kanghi Shisha Hai Hai" (comb & mirror users).

I don't recall much of Khalsa College.

Asgar bhai once came to our home to show us his new nine-gear bicycle bought from Lahore. It was such a thrill to ride it. We never had that kind of money to buy such stuff. In fact, we didn't even own a radio, which some of our neighbours had. Big sets with lighted tubes inside -were they Pye or Marconi brands?

In our house, like many others, we used to fetch water for drinking from a Masjid. Just outside the Katchery Bazaar, before the Courts, you turn right along the small running canal, and come to a Maseet (Masjid, mosque), which had a well inside. And the water from there was not only crystal clear but icy cold. We used to take a Ghagar (big pot), fill up with water and store it in our home.

Further up the Maseet lived the Pandhis and Jhingans. All lawyer families - with children of our age. Pandhis were a tennis playing family, like the Vermas.

At that time, there was no Hindu and Muslim problem - not in my small world. If Jama Masjid was next to our house, so was the main Gurudwara, which was in the street just across the road (Katchery Bazaar) where my mother went every morning. That street had large houses, and, if I recollect, there were Verma Brothers - both lawyers, with children the same age as ours. Their house with big gate was on the left side of the lane, which continued to Rail Bazaar.

The lady of the house there was good friend of my mother. I don't know how far it is true, but our mother used to tell us about her that she used to wear a wristwatch even though she couldn't tell the time and had to ask others to check the time. Their house was just next to the big Gurudwara, which was a fully Hindu area.

Later on, our family took a refuge in their house for the night after the panic started on finding a murdered Hindu near the garden. First murder of a Hindu.

This gurudwara galli merged with Katchery bazaar, on one side and forked to Rail bazaar. At that junction, there was another big house with two big gates (shape of a horseshoe) and a stable for the Tonga. Belonged to another lawyer. My mother knew most of these residents -the regulars to Ladies Park and Gurudwara - and got together for happy or sad occasions of friends.

These two lanes - ours, on the left hand side of Katchery Bazaar (if you were coming from Ghanta Ghar) in the Jama Masjid lane, and the opposite Gurudwara lane of Verma brothers - got divided as Muslim and Hindu zones. And we were caught in the Muslim zone, when the real trouble started. My second sister and myself (kids at that time) used to get scared when the Muslim crowd from our lane shouted "Allah Hoo Akbar." And the Hindu reply echoed "Jo Bole, So Nihal".

That's the time our father dispatched my sister and me to Delhi. The rest of the family managed to get a police escort to drive them to airport, and flew out in the last over loaded plane that left Lyallpur. Prem bhaji just managed to get into a running plane. My older sister's family in Sargodha had problems in escaping to India, but they managed safely.

At that time, when we were in primary school, the Hindu Muslim problem was not acute because both Hindus and Muslims were united in the Independence Movement.

Imagine, in my Arya school, after the daily hawan, we sang Allama Iqbal's poem in the Assembly

Lub pay aaee hai Dua bun kay tamana meri,

zindgi shamaa ki soorat ho khudyah meri

dooor duniya ka mere dum say andhera ho jaaye

her Jagga mere chamkney say ujalla ho haay

ho mere dum say yunhi mere watan ki zeenat

jis terha phool say hoti hai chaman ki zeenat.

Is this the Allama Iqbal, who is supposed to have been called the father of Islamic State idea? How could there be Hindu Muslim riots? Arya School and Allama Iqbal! Can we dream of this One Brotherhood again? Doubts persist in my mind.

Iqbal's poem

Family life

During the Sawan month (rainy season), the whole family used to go for picnic at the Chenab (one of the five rivers of Punjab) canal, which was not very far. It was a beautiful place with huge trees, which shielded you from the hot sun, and which we used for putting up the jhoola.

We would take mangoes, milk, sugar salt, ice and our hand-cranked ice-cream making machine, since there were no readymade ice cream bricks. (We also used to get our biscuit made from the nearby bakery, which was located between the local Jama Masjid and the Ghanta Ghar. I remember my mother would give atta, sugar, ghee, milk, etc., which I would take to the bakery. I would sit in the bakery near the big oven and select the shapes of biscuit to be baked. The available shapes included playing card designs - hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades. I remember the fresh, hot, khasta (flaky) biscuits that came out.)

While we all went for the swim in the canal, the mangoes were left in a bucket full of water to cool them. It was great fun to jump from top of the lock-bund into the gushing water, again and again. After the swim, it used to be plenty of paranthas with pickle or mangoes. And, of course, fresh handmade ice cream. We would return home in the evening.

Having older brothers and sister added to few additional happy moments. My father used to celebrate the passing of exams of each child. (Eight of them!) The celebration (my granddaughter laughs at it) consisted of making Kutchi Lassi that was half milk and half water in a big tub, with lot of ice. Plus, lemonade bottles with bantas (a small round marble that acted like a cork) at the top, which we opened with our thumbs. There was a shop in Katchery Bazaar, just before Ghana Ghar, on the left side while going from Gole Bazaar, which used to have the hand-cranked bottle filling machines. It was the only shop I remember which used to sell lemonade, ice, and flavoured water.

Anyway, these celebrations were good fun celebrating a happy moment. My mother loved it, and would make kheer (rice pudding) or Halwa for the night meal.

I still can't recollect how these purchases were paid for. I never saw any money. But, obviously money was there, and people were paid (there was no barter with our land produce). Even the mochi (cobbler), who used to make shoes for all of us, never asked me for the money.

While entering the Katchery Bazaar from the courts, this mochi had his shop on the left hand side. We would go there, and give our foot measurement. He would make perfect fitting shoes. He was a family mochi, like the family barber. Handmade shoes were then a necessity and cheap, though there was a shoe shop next to cycle shop in Katchery Bazaar.

The world in those days was small, simple, uncomplicated and full of helpful souls in Lyallpur till the volcano of madness erupted. Along with that vanished, at least in urban areas, some good souls who were great help to the housewives there.

I recall the services of three most welcome and trusted ladies in Hindu homes, at least, in Lyallpur. One was the naian, the wife the family barber, who used to come home every morning to shave my father. The naian was the forerunner of the present so-called social networking sites, such as Facebook. She would carry messages from one home to other, offering various services. She was called upon by mothers to help in finding husbands for their daughters. Total secrecy was maintained by these naians, who were very trustworthy. Nain was an institution in Lyallpur, which has disappeared now.

The second lady was the panditain, (a Brahmin) who was as the wife/daughter of the Pandit. She would visit a number of homes in the morning, and collect rotis. My mother used to wait for her, and make special rotis every day. Like the naian, the panditain was useful (in combination with the naian) for organizing religious functions, such as mundan, thread ceremony, Naam-Karan (naming ceremony), etc.

Whereas these two ladies were regular daily visitors, the third one was required, perhaps, once in a year. I am referring to the old institution of daiee (mid-wife).There was one regular daiee who helped my mother in the childbirth of all her eight children. She became like a sister to my father, and we used to call her Bhua (father's sister).

That was Lyallpur. Lyallpur where we six brothers and two sisters were born.

Epilogue

The Sethi clan of Lyallpur and Jhang expanded in Independent India. Our children and grandchildren were born in Delhi, without the remorse or feelings of hatred towards other religions. In fact, in their own ways, some of the younger Sethis are trying to re-construct the bridges destroyed by hatred and distrust. For instance, Nath bhaji's youngest son, now in Seattle, married a Muslim girl from Pakistan. The daughter of my other brother, Satinder, married a Muslim boy in Delhi. Satinder's son married a Catholic girl. My sister's daughter (a graduate of JNU) married a Parsi colleague! Is that the left over effect of secular, modern Lyallpur in the family blood?

Our family has never been very expressive and big talkers, but that doesn't mean that the bonds of emotional affection were also missing. On the contrary, they were and are very strong but in a silent way. I, being the youngest, had affection, love and help from all the elders - not only in Lyallpur but even right up to today. I also had the good fortune to get advice from everybody in the family.

This post is my way to Salaam everyone in my family. As Bulle Shah says in one of his well-known songs, sung by famous Pakistani Sufi singer, Abida Parveen,

I am neither a Maulvi nor a pandit, nor do I run to the holy place.

Abida Parveen singing Bulle Shah

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© Jatinder Sethi 2012

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Anonymous   |2012-09-13
Subodh,
First comment is mine.Thanks for editing & revamping my post.Its great,
thank you.
Jatinder Sethi
rana zeeshan   |2014-12-03
helo sir.. i m from lyallpur pak .while reading your story i m think my grand
father came from hosiarpur , anyways plz come lyallpur some day . i will be
pleasure for me and my family . i thin your home is still there in orignal
condition.if u say then i can send u pics of ur home
Virender Sapra   |2014-12-03
How thrilling to have a contact with you. I would love to come to Lyalpur one
day though I was too small to remember anything. I was born in 1944. I would
love to have some pictures . My uncle is going strong at the age of 94, I have
informed all my family.
Tell me more about yourself. With warm wishes, Virender
Sapra
rana zeeshan   |2014-12-04
sir join me on face book
https://www.facebook.com/rana.zeeshankhan.18 .
Jatinder Sethi   |2014-12-03
Rana sahib
Thank you very much for your comment and invitation to come to
Lyallpur.Insha-Allah we will visit one day.Well,we will rather visit there than
just see the pictures. give our regards to your family. Khuda Hafiz!. Jatinder
Sethi
JNSETHI   |2015-03-23
thanks for your invitation
,rana. will certainly try to visit Lyallpur one day.
Inshah Allah
Ejaz Mahmood   |2015-02-06
Born Faisalabad . Lived Bol- e- di ch!uggi, Studied M.B High School ,
Intermediate Government Degree College Lyallpur
Anonymous   |2012-09-15
Dear Kaku Uncle,
We read this aloud to each other sitting outside in our garden
on a Saturday in San Francisco, and it transported us to a different place and
time, which we felt connected to - in big and small ways, like the paranthas
with white makhan and lassi that dadu had every morning for breakfast and our
dadi's stories about biji and the family. thank you so much for writing this,
allowing us to imagine so vividly the city, the house, the river by which our
family grew up. we would love to read more and also to come meet you next time
we are in delhi.
all the best,
Janum and Umrao (Nath's granddaughters!)
deepa sethi   |2012-09-17
Dearest Kaku uncle,
The simplicity and sincerity of the narration brought tears
to my eyes... I read the entire article to Mom tonight and I think she was
really moved by it...
Lots of love,
Deepa
JATINDER SETHI   |2012-09-18
I ,as a writer of thus piece,would like to correct one error in the script,for
the benefit of my other family members who might read it.
I have mentioned the
name Jinda Ram Sethi, as the elder brother of my father. In fact Jinda Ram was
Father of my father(my grandfather) and the name of his elder brother(our
Tayaji)was Ram Ditta Mal Sethi.(Thanks to Bir Sethi for correction)
RAJA ZULFIQAR AHAMAD   |2012-10-14
Its interesting. While reading it took me to your time
Jatinder Sethi   |2012-10-23
My times?In Lyallpur?Thanks forgoing through it. Eid Mubarak.
Jatinder Sethi
Vipin Sachdev   |2012-10-31
Hi, I think you knew my dad Rajkumar Sachdeva who met you in O&M Delhi when we
printed the VDS scheme in 1993 or some time around it. My dad expired in 2005 &
was from Jhang. My grand father was Sitaram Sachdeva & had 4 sons ie Dharampal
Sachdeva, Jagdish Sachdeva, my dad & Yashpal Sachdeva. I am going to Lahore &
Karachi on Dec 1st, 2012 with my wife. I have no clue on my dads life in Jhang &
thought that you could help with some info about my dad's life in Jhang. Thanks.
Vipin Sachdev, Chennai, 98410 22622.
asma tanveer advocate   |2012-11-29
I am a female lawyer practicing at Lyallpur, now Faisalabad, tell me if i can
help you in anyway and if want to have some fresh photographs as the place is
not that much changed even now, as all the bazars are still their and miss u a
lot, my contact number is 00923006622189 and you can see me on face book as asma
law associates
Rajeev Verma   |2012-12-20
Dear asma Ji

My nana Ji was a prominent member of layalpur

He owned and
operated a book store / printing house at ghantaghar in layalpur

I am not sure
about the name of the business but his name was Shri Ladha ram Batra

My mother
studied at the only convent school at that time in layalpur

She is in Delhi
and I live in San Francisco

I would like to share more info

Regards

Rajeev
Liaqat Masih   |2015-07-16
I m currently in Rawalpindi but born and grown in Lyallpur..I would love to be
in touch with you. On facebook I have created a group Lyallpuriye....I try to
facilitate every one who wish to join Lyallpuriye online or visit to
Lyallpur....Pay respect to u mother...Lyallpur ton boht boht pyar aur salam.
Vipin Sachdev   |2012-12-08
Hi Asma, Thank you for your response. Please e mail to me your e mail address. I
will respond to you. My e mail address is vipinsachdev@gmail.com
Vipin Sachdev   |2012-12-20
Dear Asma ji,
My grandfather Shri Sitaram Sachdev with my father Shri Rajkumar
Sachdev along with all in the family used to live in, "KHEEVE VALA
DARWAJA(खीवे वाला दरवाजा)"
"JANDRALA VALA
KHOO(जनदराला वाला खू) KHOO means well"
JHANG.
The
house was in the middle of the lane. Some person of more than 80 years of age
may be remembering the name of my grandfather or father. Thank you.
Rajeev Verma   |2012-12-20
My name is Rajeev Verma. My mother was born in layalpur. Her maiden name is
santosh Batra. As I understand my nana Ji had a book store/publishing store near
ghantaghar layalpur. My Mamaji who lives in Chandigarh presently still has some
printing blocks from that printing company

My nana Ji was an active member of
Arya Samaj

I am really curious to know more about layalpur and have many other
in trusting stories to share

Rajeev
Subodh Mathur, editor   |2012-12-22
I have forwarded the requests from Rajeev Verma and Vipin Sachdev to the
author (Jatinder Sethi) and Asma Tanveer. Mr. Sethi has asked his
circle of extended family and friends to see whether they can provide
any information. Many thanks to Mr. Sethi for this effort.
JATINDER SETHI   |2012-12-24
Subodh,can you please send this link to my cousin,Virender Sethi of
Nottingham,with my request to reply.
Vipin Sachdev   |2012-12-31
My Granfather Shri Sitaram Sachdeva was the manager of Japan cotton mills. He
did a lot for all employees including allowing all to draw water from his well.
Many such loving acts made him to be loved that during the unfortunate partition
his colleagues helped his entire family & him to the border that he crossed it
safely.
Amnah   |2013-08-17
As a third party and present generation brought up overseas as I discover the
roots and history, your blog is warm and heart felt. Have heard of Muslim
accounts but this is the first Sikh account of displacement. Im glad we are
connecting online and creating that love and tolerance again. Thank u for
sharing and documenting your story. Layllpur Zindabad, I have kept going back to
talent of the city and salute its spirit.
Satish Pahuja   |2013-09-16
I am touched to read all articles as my father, taauji, dadaji were all born in
lyallpur and they would tell me their life and times there. Can't stand how a
person had to live their native place and the miseries and agony they went
through. Love you... RIP Baauji
JATINDER SETHI   |2013-09-17
Mr.Pahuja, It was nice to notice that there are people who keep finding this
blog interesting,though it was written long time back.Are any one of your
relations you mention still there with you? If yes,then certainly would like to
know more about them/.My regards.
satish pahuja   |2013-09-18
Thank you sir. Shall write surely again soon.
Regards
Satish Pahuja
Abrar Rana   |2013-10-24
Jatinder Sethi and others: i am doing research on Lyallpur partition, migration
to east west punjab. so if any one wants to share his/her memories about
partition and way to east punjab then please responde me. my email is
royal_rana81@hotmail.com
JATINDER SETHI   |2013-10-25
Janab Abrar Sahib, Great to see people still coming to this blog. Can you
tell us what kind of research/ book you are writing? And are
you presently placed at Lyallpur,I mean Faizalabad?
JATINDER SETHI
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Abrar Rana   |2013-10-25
Jatinder Sethi sahib, yes i am from Lyallpur and doing phd research on partition
especially focus on Lyallpur.
in Lyallpur Sikhs and Hindus were in majority and
these communities had to migrate to east punjab. so my research interest is the
communal relationship between sikhs, hindus and muslims before partition. how
they manage to migrate to india, violence that they faced on the way to india
and in camps for exemple khalsa college camp in lyalpur, Jaranwala grain markeet
and tandalyawala.
moreover, in short i am interested in migration process,
violence and role of migrants
Jatinder Sethi   |2013-10-26
Abrar,
Have you read the book of GURCHARAN DASS I refer to in my Blog. Gurcharan
was the MD of Proctor & Gamble ,and now he is a well known writer and political
commentator.placed in Delhi. Writes for Times of India.
Abrar Rana   |2013-11-01
Dear Jatinder Sethi
i dnt read this book and nw i will try to find and then
read.
v.sethi   |2013-10-27
Hi,

My father also belongs to Lyallpur. My Grand father had a pharmacy and
whole sale sale pharmaceutical business there. His name was Shri Ram Rakha Mal
Sethi. Since you are also Sethi, thought , may be there could be some
connection. Regards
V.Sethi
Abrar Rana   |2013-11-01
V. Sethi,
glad to hear and about ur father who lived in Lyallpur.
Ys i was told
in interview about your grandfather's business but i need whole story of
1: pre
partition relationship between muslims, sikhs and hindus in lyallpur.
2: how
they manage to migrate to E.Punajb .
3: on the ways E.punjab the violence
inflicted on them.
4: any other information in context of above mention
queries.
plz if i find any document,
waiting ur reply
Abrar Rana   |2013-11-19
Dear JATINDER SETHI

plz respond
royal_rana81@hotmail.com
Amita Agrawal   |2013-12-13
Hi
So nice to read this account. My grandfather was Nihal Chand Aggarwal LLB. He
was a taxation lawyer and lived in deluxepura near thandi khui. He had 3 sons
and who studied in the primary arya school. Now our family lives in Saharanpur
and shares many fond memories of our times in layallpur. Would love to make
contact or see some pics.
rana zeeshan   |2014-12-03
happy to know. still this area is name as deglux poora
JATINDER SETHI   |2013-12-13
Hi Amita,
Nice to hear from you.I keep wondering how people keep finding this
blog, even after such a long time.I think we need to thank Subodh for this.
The
Primary Arya School was at Douglaspura ( it was not called deluxepura.) I also
went to the same school,before going to the High School. Must be around early
40s.All the Arya Samaj functions used to take place in that primary school And
the Dussera festival used to place around tat area. Who are your family members
living in Saharanpur?Would love to keep in touch.I will check with my elder
brother if he recalls your grandfather.Give my regards to your famil.And wish
you a very happy New Year.
Amita Agarwal   |2018-05-09
My grandfathers name was Babu Nihal Chand Aggarwal. He was a lawyer and I think
worked civil cases. His oldest son Rajinder Aggarwal still lives in Saharanpur.
My dad Sushil Aggarwal lived in Saharanpur for many years and passed away 2
years back. We have fond memories of reading this account together. Unbelievable
how this resonated with him.
Rajesh Seth   |2014-09-29
Dear Sethi Sahib, regards, I have the read the article and found it is very
touching
My name is Rajesh Seth my father was born and brought up at layalpur.
His name Prithvi Nath Seth, my taya ji Sh Raghu Nath Seth, chacha ji Sh Som Nath
Seth all born at Lyallpur. My dadaji Sh Bhawani Dass and his brothers Sh Nanak
Chand, Sh Sita Ram had joint jewellery business. The name of the shop was "
Nanak Chand Dhanpat Mal Saraf"

I am really curious to know more about
layalpur and my family.
JATINDER VSETHI   |2015-01-06
Dear Rajesh
I have no senior member of my family left alive,and I was too
youngand I knew only one Jewellers--Lyallpur Jewekkers who are now in Karol Bag
.Sorry to disappoint you
Sorry to dis
his name is ram ditta mal gugn   |2015-03-21
Dear sir Rajesh reth, after read this post I talk to my nana ji, who also
belongs to this city andpadosi of this firm Nanak chand danpatmal , their firm
was nihal chand ramditamal waan surtri wake karkhana bazar lyalpur.
Vitender Sapra   |2014-12-03
Dear All
My grandfather was Headmaster of Arya School- Ram Lal Sapra and my
farher was Amar Nath Sapra. He did his masters from Agriculture college It was
very nice to resd your article about Lyalpur. I was also born in Lyalpur in
1944.
With warm wishes. Virender Sapra
Jatinder Nath sethi   |2014-12-03
Dear Varinder, few days back I got a message from Narinder Sapra(from Swami
Nagar?) and his father Pran Sapra was class mate of my elder brother late Shri
PremNath Sethi In agriculture college for his MSC.(Premji Maharaj of Shree Ram
Shernam)
My other elder brother in Kailash,Ved sethi, told me that we were very
close to Sapras And Pran sapra had married into a very close friend of
ours-Dr,Chabildas.

Are you also in Delhi and are you Narinders cousin? ihad
sent a mail to Narinder but have got no reply.
Virender Sapra   |2014-12-04
It will be very nice to have date in every message!!!
Virender Sapra   |2014-12-04
Dear Jatinder
I live in Switzerland but I visit Delhi very often.
Narinder is my
cousin and lives in Delhi with his father. I will nudge him to write to
you.
Warm wishes. Virender
Jatinder Sethi   |2014-12-04
VITENDER(Is it right?)
Thanks for note. I got details about you from the other
Sapra family-Pran and Narinder.Yes,my brother tells me that we were very close
to the Sapras,and my elder brother Prem Nath Sethi(Shri Prem ji Maharaj) was
class fellow of Pran Sapra in agriculture college in MSC.We all the brothers
were students of Arya School.including my eldest brother who passed away few
years back at the age of 92 Rajinder Sethi.Keep in touch. seasons Greetings.
Jatinder Sethi
Liaqat Masih   |2014-12-15
Me Liaqat Masih from Lyallpur, a Pakistani who still mad to call it
Lyallpur.....................ur memories made me cry a lot..I m always missing
good old days that will never return. I was born here in 1970 but i miss pre
partition Lyallpur.. what a sweet heart city it was once...cant write more..plz
visit it once...

tohade per choo k Lyallpur ton boht boht salam
Juginder Luthra   |2015-01-05
Dear Jatinder Ji
It gave me goosebumps to read your vivid recollections,
detailed descriptions virtually transporting one who has never been to Layallpur


It is a small world. My Nana Ji, Mathra Das Virmani and Nani Ji,Kesar Bai
lived in Sargodha. Nanaji was born in 1870 in Kheora, known for salt mines. He
was Kanun Go, supervisor of Patwaris. Had two houses, one on Plot #6. Their
only daughter, Vidyawati, my mother was born in Sargodha in 1912. May be your
Biji and Her family knew them. She married my father, Shri Kundan Lal and moved
to Khanewal. We cross path again through Swami Satyanand Ji Maharaj. I remember
meeting Prem Ji, as we knew him, whenever he visited Panipat along with Swami
Ji. His other disciple, Shakuntla Behanji, later known as Shakuntla Ma and now
her daughter, Darshi Ma have been our family's Gurus at Ram Sharnam,Panipat. I
was 14 years old in 1958 when Swami Ji gave me Diksha. I remember being told
that Prem Ji practised Homeopathy and would go on his scooter to villages and
give free treatment to poor people. Now living in USA, thanks to the efforts of
Subodh Ji, we are getting connected. Most of our family lives in Delhi. Before
partition we lived in Khanewal where my father, Kundan Lal Luthra was a landlord
and later the family of six brothers and two sisters settled in Panipat. Will
love to meet you when we visit Delhi next time. Thank you for posting your
memories.
JATINDER VSETHI   |2015-01-06
Dear Juginder,
Well believe it or not,its a humbling experience to get such
gracious letters,especially from folkd who prove how small this world is(Thanks
to people like Subodh Mathur).I went to Srgodha number of times to meet my elder
sister,but that was when I was hardly 5 years old-must be late 30s.Now all my
Biji and sisters family are no more. Neither is Premji.Incidently, in the Ram
Shernam in Delhi, there is a Homeopathic Dispensary which is runing under
Premjis name.The Lyallpur Vermanis were the founders of Delhi Ram Shernam. I
also met Darsh Ma last month when she visited Gurgaon.
Where in Usa are you and
what are you doing,and also let me have the address of yourv family in Delhi.My
younger son(now a48,is settled in New Jersey -now an American Citizen.We are at
Gurgaon.Ask Subodh to send you other blog Links about My Journey Through Life.If
you are interested about the miracles of Premji,you should read my blog"Are
we Alive To being Alive?" I will send the link to Subodh who can pass it on
you.
Keep in Touch. A very Happy New Year to you and your family. JATINDER
saleem   |2015-12-15
Hi im currently living in khanewal and trying to compile a history of the city.
Would love to talk with you about the khanewal you remember. I can share new
pictures from khanewal with you too
Ejaz Mahmood   |2015-02-06
Regards , Ejaz Born Faisalabad . Lived Bol- e- di ch!uggi, Studied M.B High
School , Intermediate Government Degree College Lyallpur
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-02-07
Ejaz Bhai.I had quite a few friends inMB School in our day,and, as I said, My
school was at Mai-di-jhugi past Company garden. Which year are talking about?
after Partion?
?ition or before. Are you still in Faisalabad?
Thanks for
comments.. Khuda Hafiz.
Murad Khan   |2015-06-09
Respected sir
MB High School you are talking about before partition was on
Kotwali Road (probably not in Mai Di Jhuggi which is situated about 3 km away
from Kotwali Road farther to Company Bagh)? This school was established in 1912
and it is still there. Once it was the largest school of Faisalabad.
Murad
Khan, Lyallpur
Tariq   |2015-03-20
Sethi Sahib it is unimaginable pain when you think about Laylpur i gone through
same me live at Montgomery and want to see Aligarh last time i die where i was
born my two sister live in lylpur i frequently visit via Tandilianwala Samundri
some villager still sing JAGA JAMAYAN and remember jaga when pass Samundry than
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-03-21
Tariq Bhai,
Jub Aaap jaisey log Mera Lyallpur ka post dekh kar khat likhtey hain
to apne shaher Lyallpur ki bahur yaad aatihai. Pur keya kar saktehy hain.India
of the past key Sabodh Mathur sahib ka bhalla ho ki aap logon say mulaqaat ho
jati hai.
Thank you very much. Khuda Hafiz Jatinder Sethi..
waqar naqvi   |2015-04-03
uncle jatinder sethi
after reading your blog i find myself wondering in the old
layalpur.for a long time i was looking for somone who migrated to india from
layalpur in 1947.though i met with some people but they were not from layalpur
city they were from subrubs of layalpur.is there anyway i can talk to to you?my
cell phone is 92 343 6179356 and my email is naqviit@gmail.com.it would be a
great pleasure and the big experince of my life to talk to you
JATINDER SETHI   |2015-04-03
My dear Waqar
I am so pleasantly surprised to get your message through
Mr.Mathur.Would love to get in touch with you,either via your email
or/&phone.
Are you Lyallpur based now?Or somewhere else.I don't know your cell
code of 92.Will send you mail shortly. My regards.
Dr JK Anand   |2015-05-06
Dear Sethi Sahib
I know nothing of Lyallpur, except that a friend of mine ( a
Wadhwa) and his family were evacuated by an IAF Dakota. Not much room. So,no
seats . But at least they reached India alive. I have Sethi relatives but they
are not Lyallpuris. They are from Sargodha district. A cousin of my father, I
think he was a Chandhiok, was in Lyallpur pre-1947,
Thank you and best wishes.
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-05-08
Dear Dr.Anand--wherever you are
Thanks for going through the post.You know this
was the last IAF Dakota to leave--which was arranged by my brother Shri Premji
Maharaj of Shri Ram Shernam,and he also almost missed it after emplaning my
farher and mother,and had to run the plane as the mob had almost reached the
Airport.i,in the 9th class and my elder sister, Santosh, had already left
Lyallpur .But I saw the carnage of Hindu-Muslim riot in Delhi .I am unable to
recollect all the names of people you mention,but must have known them. I,as a
small kid,used to visit Sargodha very often.As my eldr sister was married to a
Batra family there. Moreover My elder Mammaji the leading lawyer of Punjab ,had
a huge Kothi there with big cars--in those days>.Good to hear from you.
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-05-09
Dear Dr.Anand
Nice to hear from you, no matter where you come from. Actually my
family also was the last to catch the same last plane.Sargodha was almost our
second home.My sister was married there to a Batra family.And my mammaji was the
Punjab well- known lawyer.I and my wife spent n6 years in London from1958
to1965.thanks once again
vidhu   |2015-05-23
Jatinder Sethi Uncle,
Its like so so great to read your blog. I was searching
desperately for Prem Ji maharaj and found this. I cnt express my gratitude for
the article. I am doing study on maharaj ji's life. I met your sister in Shree
ram sharnam, she also shared many things about maharaj. I also wanted to share
that listening from you is no way less than listening to maharaj ji...Please let
me know if I can meet you. Khuda Hafeez.
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-05-23
Vedu
Great to hear from you. Let me know where are placed?you must have met
elder sister,Santosh(now in Singapore)My elder brother--older to Santosh-Ved
lives in Kailash in New delhi.I-the youngest brother-live in Gurgaon. If you let
me have your email,i will send you Veds mail Id,and you can contact him also.My
mail Id is:-jnsethi@hotmail.com.Will look fwd to your reply.
Gurvinder Khaneja   |2015-06-03
Hi, My name is Gurvinder and I am currently in USA. This was a very nostalgic
piece. Only tears flowed.... Read it once, twice and thrice, and continue to
hold it as a precious piece of publication.

I was born in Delhi to my parents
who were born in Pakistan but migrated to India with 2 little children. Dad
was from Jhang-Maghiana from a famous Khanijo family of surgeons and bhaiji's in
gurdwara. Mom was from bagh village soem 6 miles from Jhang on Toba Tek singh
road. They got married in 1940's and they made their first house in Lyallpur.
Mom used to proudly tell us how beautiful Lyallpur was - how modern it was and
so on.... They lived in Douglaspura (she use to call it Diglispura) in an
apartment I think.

My dad Jiwan Singh was a hockey player and a pharmacist by
profession. His wonderful stories of swimming in Chenab with his cousins always
amused us.

Both are not in this world anymore but your story got me closer to
their lives that i did not know. Dad died in 1970 while I was in 5th grade but
mom was in US with me and passed on in 2011. I felt I knew nothing of where
they came from - my proud Jhangi parents - but you gave me an insight of that
time and all I could do was to bless you, thank you and cry some more. Finally,
I knew my roots.
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-06-06
Dear Gurinder,I
had not looked at my mail for quite few days, hence did not see
your comments earlier.Its so wonderful to know that how we all humans are
somehow connected with each other. As you must have read that my father belonged
to Jhang.Lyallpur was no-doubt a beautiful town as it was newly developed. The
Chenab Canal was the lifeline, and great attraction for us children.Especially
during the mango season. And our Gurdewara,just opposite our street, was
something worth seeing.My mother was a regular there.
My younger son,now
50,lives in New Jersey and has become an
American citizen.If you are interested
you can read my other blogs--about memories of Delhi and my Journey Through Life
in 3 parts,
My sons are very keen that I should revisit Lyallpur, but somehow
don't want to spoil my memories. Thanks for writing.
Liaqat Masih   |2015-07-16
Lyallpur ton salam...tohadi mata ji da douglesspura v vekhia te bapu da jhang v
boht vari vekhia q k mai Lyallpur ton aan..te hun rawalpindi rehna...Facebook te
mai page create kita Lyallpuriye...te kadi chakar lagao...ji ayan nu
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-07-20
Liaqat Sahib
RUB neh chauha te Zaroor ik bar Lyallpur chakar legay ga. Manun
HEER di Kabar phir dekhen da bada jee ai. Jhang ja ka. "Ji ayan nu"
wastey Shukriya, Allah Hafiz.
Murad Khan   |2015-06-05
Respected sir
I was born in 1960 in Lyallpur and I think and witnessed that the
Lyallpur of 1960s was not as you you have described. Now most of the old
buildings are not existing but still a few of them are surviving. My late
fathers and uncles told me the stories of united India .. we belong to this soil
and I am proud of it.
Murad Khan
Lyallpur
Murad Khan   |2015-06-05
Respected sir
You have written "I am not quite certain where Aminpur and
Bhawana Bazaars led to.

Aminpur Bazaar was the place where most of the
stationary and bookshops were located. I remember we used to rush to sell our
class books after the exam results were declared, and buy books of the new
class. We were not allowed to buy new books, if there were good second-hand
books available, which normally they were. Money was scarce then (it always has
been). Moreover, these second-hand books had notes jotted down by the earlier
owners, which were quite helpful. We used to sell our old books at the same
time."
As you have written that your house was fourth fourth one when
enterin the Gole Bazar from Katchery Bazaar towards Chionote Bazaar. If you go
farther in the same direction (anitclockwise direction) in the Gole Bazar from
Chniote Bazaar, the next bazaar is Aminpur Bazaar (where still there is big
cluster of stationery and bookshops). From Aminpur Bazaar if you enter the Gole
Bazzar in anticlockwise direction, the next Bazaar is Bhawana Bazar, moving
farther in the same direction is the Jhang Bazaar, then Montgomery Bazaar,
Karkhan Bazaar, Rail Bazaar, Katchery Bazaar. MB High School is outside Aminpur
Bazaar, now called MC High School (situated next to Kotwali of Lyallpur).
Government College Lyallpur is still there but now its name has been changed as
'Government College University Faisalabad GCUF http://gcuf.edu.pk ), in front of
Santpura in the neighbourhooed of Douglaspura (by the way my birthplace is
street No. 4 of Douglaspura in 1960). I have been the student of MB High School
Lyallpur from 1970 to 1975, I secured first position in that school in
matriculation examination. I was also the student of Government College Lyallpur
where your father was Professor of Physics.
I can send the current pictures of
all those places you have...
Murad Khan   |2015-06-06
Respected sir
Corrigendum: In my previously posted commente I mistakenly use
anticlockwise direction. So please consider "clockwise" rather than
anticlockwise in my above comments/post. I shall be emailing you the current
photos of all places you have mentioned in your articles.
Murad Khan, Lyallpur
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-06-06
Murad,you are like my elder son who was born in 1959.I am really grateful to you
for giving me the details about our 8 Bazzars. The way you have described, I can
almost see them and can
walk to those book shops again, to sell the old books
and buy the new one, day after the school results. Money for us was also scare.
Bur life was very comfortable and peaceful..incidentally, my father was a lawyer
and it was my cousin who was a professor in Govt. College. You don't have to
send pictures, but thanks anyway. Is the Jama masjid still in the same street
where our house was?How is the Canal? do children go there for swimming? Do keep
in touch,Murad.Khuda_Hafiz1
Murad Khan   |2015-06-09
Respected sir
Thank you for your kind words for me. Jamaia Masjid situated
in between Chiniot Bazaar and Katchery Bazaar on the backside of
your house (no in the Gole Bazaar) is still there. Your house in Gole
Bazaar is now with many whole-sale shops of cloths as you know Lyallpur is
the largest center of textiles in Pakistan (now it is also the 3rd
largest city of Pakistan). In Aminpur Bazaar on the side of Munshi Mohalla
and in front of it, still there are many book and stationery shops.
The part of the Gole Bazaar between Katchery Bazaar and Chiniot Bazaar is
very busy with numerous cloth shops. Canal is still there and now it
has very wide carpeted roads on both sides from Samundri Road to Lahore
Road with two underpasses (we call them West Canal and East Canal
Roads). I am working as a teacher in a medical college situated on West
canal
road http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aziz_Fatimah_Medical_ and_Dental_Col
lege
MB High School (established in 1912) now called MC Higher Secondary
School is still there
http://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5089/5374345233_ca...
My best regards
Murad Khan, Lyallpur
Jatinder sethi   |2015-06-16
Murad
I am unable to open your attachment of Photos of Lyallpur as they are on
different software. Tell me how to open as I am very anxious to see the photos .
I await your reply
Murad Khan   |2015-06-20
Dear Jatinder Seth
Today on June 20, 2015 I have made some current photos
of your probable old house in Gole Bazar when we enter from
Kutchery Bazar toward Chiniot Bazar. First Building on left side is
Alfalah Bank Building, the second building now seems new, 3rd building is
now with a label Puri Fabrics, after that on the left side there is is
small building now labeled Ashraf Cloth House and after it there is
building now labeled Jamia Cloth Market (You can view all these labels on
the photos). Please recognize which was your house.
When we enter Gole
Bazar from Kutchery Bazar toward Chiot Bazar, your house was fourth
on left side while the first building on right side was Central
Cooperative Bank Ltd Lyallpur (fortunately this building is still there in
its original form and I have made its photo, you can view it). The
building of Central Cooperative Bank was about 3 houses away from your old
house. I have also made some pics of MB School Lyallpur established in
1912. I have also made a picture of this school building along with the
Honor Board (showing the names of students of this school who stood
first in Matriculation examination from 1934 to 2009 --- by the way I stood
first in 1975 as my name is also mentioned in the honor board of
this school)
You can view these pictures at
URL https://www.facebook.com/lyallpurr
https://www.facebook.com/lyallpurr
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-08-16
Send the photos again, me
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-06-21
Murad, It will take me time to relish all information. I will go through and
write back to you. I saw your FB site
Gurvinder Khaneja   |2015-06-08
Sent from my iPad

Thanks for your email jatinderji Ji. I am in New Jersey as
well, though I am attending a conference in Ashville, NC right now.

I remember
dad saying that they tied mangoes in a bag and floated them in Chenab so that
they were cold and ready as all his cousins came out of water after a good swim
with him. It seems jatinderji's mother and my mother shared something in common
- the fact that both went to the same gurdwara is really touching. I gives me
goose bumps thinking about that. As you said we are all connected and it is
amazing that we are sharing the memories of past. I also read the novel
"The fine family" by Gurucharan Das after reading the article. One of
the people cited in the book as Des Raj was a friend of my dad and tayaji and
the family. He lived in paharganj Delhi and we are from Karol bagh Delhi.

I
also remember that once in India dad used to participate in jhang association
run by people of jhang/lyallpur area. I myself would love to visit
lyallpur/jhang to see my roots. I will definitely read your blog and I will
try and write something based on the memories of my dearest parents.
Touching
your feet to seek blessings jatinderji
Gurvinder Khaneja
Aman Arora   |2015-08-06
Dear Sir,

My name is Aman Arora, I am 27 years old and live in New Delhi. My
Grandfather was born(1930) in Lyallpur and i vaguely remember some of the stores
he told me about Lyallpur and what his father(my great-grandfather) did and
their family business. We are a Sikh family. My Grandfathers name is Sohan Singh
and his father owned a Soap Factory and couple of Hotels in Lyallpur.
Unfortunately my grandfather passed away in 2009. I was just wondering if with
this little information, you could recollect or know my family roots. I also
happen to remember that my great-grandfather also played some role in the
planning of the Lyallpur Town.
Gurdip Singh Ahluwalia   |2015-08-08
Dear Jatinder, Luckily I came across your blog and it brought back some memories
from my Childhood. I was born in Lyallpur in 1945 but have heard so much of this
beautiful city from my mother and grandmother that hopefully one day will get a
chance to visit Lyallpur.
We had our lands in Chak 27 JB near Lyallpur and had a
house in SANTPURA. My grandmother never liked the lands we got near PATIALA in
lieu of what we left behind til her last breath. Any how time is a great healer
and with god's grace we all survived 1947 and it is nice to know that every one
is doing well.
Lots of love and regards to all the past and present loving folks
from Layallpur.
Ishtiaq Ahmed   |2015-08-11
I am a born Lyallpuri.Love this word and did not like its name changed.Thank u
for carrying me in those memory lanes of eight Bazars , I roamed since childhood
.Studied in the school u mentioned as MB school and Govt college.Now I am 65 and
a retired service officer and this visit greatly helped.Thank u sir
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-08-11
Janab Ishtiaq Sahib
you are almost 20 years younger to me,and perhaps has seen
Lyallpur with a different view than I.We used to love the Company Bag,swim in
the Canal and the ice cold water from the Maseet outside Kacheri Bazzar.Do keep
in touch. Khuda Hafiz.
TARIQ   |2015-08-15
Sir I wrote you befor and got your feedback
yesterday i went to Laylpur via Ghar
Fateh Shah ,Rahmay sir,Tandllanwala and Bangla Satiana a rout opened from
Montgomery
I went to see a friend in GALLAI WAKAILNWALI @ kachery Bazar i
sit on GUMTI very near to Katachry bazar chowk and thought once you sat on that
waiting BARAT of your sister
Sir you never mentioned LASHORI SHAH in your
memorries
Jatinder Sethi   |2015-08-16
Triq,thanks for note. Infact Galli Wakailnwali was just opposite our house in
gole bazar.Infact the very first house on the left corner when you enter the
galli belonged Sawhany sahib-He was also vakil and used to smoke Hukka. His
younger son,Ravi became a Vice Admiral in Indian Navy .
I do not recall Lashori
Shah,Can you revive my memory?
sarwar Sultan   |2016-06-20
Jatinder Sb Lasorhi Shah is a muslim saint Temple opposit Regal Cinema regal
road Jhang Bazar.Ustad Nusrat fateh Ali Khan,Habib jalib were also living
there.my face book id is as under.
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100
012587044555
tariq   |2015-08-16
Sir me coming india in October 2015 to visit reativeat Aligarh & Hathress
What
may i should bring you from LAYLLPUR,
it will be my honour
tariq   |2015-08-17
The Lashori Shah is famous MAZAR of a muslim saint
Vipin Sachdev   |2015-09-18
Dear Asma Ji & all you friends in this thread,

I am visiting Lahore in Feb
along with my wife & dtr to attend my dtr's friends wedding & during this visit
I will like to locate my granddads home in Jhang & hope you could help me
locating it.

My grandfather Shri Sita Ram Sachdeva's home address in Jhang in
Pakistan.

Address
KHEEVE VALA DARWAJA(खीवे वाला
दरवाजा)
JANDRALA VALA KHOO(जनदराला वाला
खू) KHOO means well
JHANG

The house was in the middle of the lane was in
proper jhang city and it was in front of Rai Sahib Bhola Nath and there used to
be no numbers of house and gali at that time. My grandfather was the manager in
Japan cotton company and he used to live 6 months in jhang and the rest 6 months
in patoki near Lahore.

My dads name was Rajkumar Sachdeva & he had 2 elder
brothers by name Dharampal Sachdeva & Jagdish Sachdeva & a younger brother by
game Yashpal Sachdeva.

Regards.
Vikas Chopra   |2016-07-17
My maternal grandparents were from Jhang. My Jaihiji (naniji) told me that
they used to live in Kheeve vala Darwaja. My Nanaji name was
Niyamat Rai Sehgal. My Naniji's maika (peke) were in Gali Jhandi Wali
in Jhang.

I read this blog and wanted to see if you were able to visit
these addresses on your recent Feb visit to Pakistan.  If you have any
pictures or videos that you can share, I will be very
grateful.


Thanks


Vikas Chopra
chopra_vikas@yahoo.com
Raza   |2015-09-20
Dear Mr. Vipin Suchdave,
Do you know any one from Jhang city with the Name
shamher Dutt, son of Mani Ram, Jhang City
tariq   |2015-11-03
Man who shaped Hero

Born in 1923 at Kamalia in Toba Tek Singh district of
undivided Punjab, Brijmohan Lall Munjal (pic) was currently chairman emeritus of
Hero Motocorp
Onece Kamalaya Tehsiel of Laylpur
He was also son of
Distt.Layalpur
Rana Khalid   |2016-02-23
By reading your memories i felt like my grand dad is telling me about the past
in Hushyaarpur (sham churasi) with tears in his eyes.
I was Born in a village
called Manguana near Tehsil Bhowana (Jhang).
I live in Bradford UK now but one
of my Brother Rana Nasrullah khan is wakeel in Bhowana .
If any one need to
visit or any help regarding finding there homes then you are most welcome .
Shekhar Nagpal   |2016-08-29
Rana Sahib I've lived in Hoshiarpur and I'm aware about Sham Chsurasi. You can
ask me about this place or any particular thing you wish to know I'll find out
for you. Just for your information I met one Rana from the mukerian in
Faisalabad on my last visit.
Jatinder Sethi   |2016-02-23
Rana Khalid Sahib.
Your mail makes me feel that even after decades that we
parted with each other in 1947.AND YET, it brings tears into our eyes. How sad
that our two nations,cant live like brothers as we used to be.
Thak
you,sincerely,for your offer of help. o you ever visit Bhowana? Or have become
a "Angrez?"
Jatinder Sethi   |2016-04-27
Its really heart-warming to hear about our place of birth,and all the changes
taken place since then.I wonder if you can tell me if its its right--I remember
there used to be a big sweet shop on the left bhand when you entered Bhawana
Bazar from the Ghanta ghar?Must have closed down. Buying second hand school
books for the new class was always an exp-erience. Thanks asif Bhai.Khuda-
Hafiz.
Devinder Singh Mand   |2016-05-21
I lived in Lyalpur 1943 to 1947 April we moved to Lahore in July 1947 we moved
to Ludhiana
Sangat Singh   |2016-06-07
My God you have no idea how I have searched to find your e-mail address. Even
wrote to APNA without success. I was born in Lyallpur in 1933. I have needless
to say a lot of delicious memories of Lyallpur and a lot more details to add to
your affectionate recap of our beloved Lyallpur. My father had a shop at the
corner of Gole Bazar just next to Dr. Chaman Lal,s dispensary and next to Bhagar
Ram Sawhney's office and home. His son Ravi was my friend. Our shop was just
in Cooperative Bank building next to the vegetable stall and also a Mochi used
to sit. I have some special feelings for Lat Photo where I forcibly attached
myself to learn developing and printing and enlarging skill. I studied at the
Convent School and then entered MB School for my 9th class. Master Avatar Singh
was my Chemistry teacher. We lived in Walkila da mohalla next to Zail Ghar and
shared a common wall with Pandi Wakil whose house was opposite the small 'Kasi'
and a small bridge. Please give your e-mail address as I have a lot more grist
to add to your most wonderful and nostalgic recant of Lyallpur. As a lout I knew
every inch of Lyallpur and would be happy to supply you some missing bits, like
for example Grand Hotel next to Ghanta Ghar who baked breads as well make us the
most divine Cream Horns. The owner's wife was an English Doctor and had their
Bungalow next to Coronation Library and near the Ladies arden. Jatinder Ji we
may have played together. With much affection Sangat
JATINDER SETHI   |2016-06-07
Dear Sangat,Thanks to Subodh that even after years.I still keep getting Lyallpur
wallas contact me and share old memories.You have certainl awaken more
memories.
Yes, Ravi was very close to me,even years later when he retired as
Vice Admiral from the Navy, I used to meet him in Bombay where he lived in
Collaba.One of his three daughters worked in the advertising agency I worked for
over 20 years in Bombay.
His Naval career got stuck because of his ship
colliding while on duty.
I also remember.his elder brother Om was class fellow
of my brother Ved(now 92).I also recall Grand Hotel. What I used to like and
watch was he Cutting slices of freshly cooked bread with a very nice Bread
cutter on the table.Lat Photo,next to Aleem Painter was just opposite our House
in the Gole Bazar. Now that you mentioned ,I remember the Vegitable walla and
the Mochi.In fact my father used to get our shoes made from a Mochi who had a
shop on the left hand the moment you entered Kechari Baqzar from the Court side.
Pandhis were my brothers friend. In fact Gulshan used to meet my brother
regularily in Delhi till few years back. There was another Vakil family
Jhingans,next Pandhis.since you mention yourself as Lout,that reminds me another
school friend GULU(son of a Vakil Shikarpuri) living next to house of
Haqeekat(theo owned shoe shop befor Ghanta ghar. Gulu became a big BOSS in delhi
after partition. I lost touch with him.My mother was a regular walker in the
Ladies Garden with her friends and we used to go off to Company Bag.
Great to
hear from you.I will send this mail to my brothers,Ved and Satinder.
Sangat Singh   |2016-06-08
Dear Jatinder, how very nice to connect with you and finding like a long lost
relative. I was actually born in Dichkot but moved to Diglespura. Our house was
the corner lot on the left as you entered from Jhang Bazar. At the end was a one
roomed Babu Sant Ram's Gurdwara. I used to walk there as I was allowed to man
the 'Jora Ghar'My only problem was to remember if the number was for the upper
or lower shoe hole. Let's walk the Ketchery Road and come to the Mochi on the
left side.That's where all shoes were made. Next to it was Dr. P.N. Dhody's
Dental practice. His son Mohan was my classmate at the Convent. No one else
mentioned about the Grain Elevator but you where we used to play often. Then
there was my friend Mugis whose family owned "Sheikha de Mill and among the
few to own a couple of cars. On the right hand side was S.Sant Singh Vakil and
lived in his 'white house'. Continuing on the left side was Pitman Commercial
College teaching touch typing. I got myself enrolled and learned touch typing at
the age of about 12< At the end was a 'Pasari di dukan' who used to act as
Hunuman during Diwali. Entering the Gurdwara Gali there was another lawyer's
house I forget his name but remember the son as 'Mota Inder'. I am sure you
would remember him too. Next was another photographer who had a motor cycle
with side car. Next to it was Mehta Shop and sold some fancy stuff which we
couldn't afford. That was opposite the ASCO Museum. You mentioned about 'Janj
Ghar' it was built by wife's family Piar Singh Jawaher Singh the leading textile
merchants in Lyallpur and favourite of all ladies for their dresses. I suspect
this comment is long enough and hope it passes Subodh Ji's muster. Well there
are still 7 more Bazars to go. Sangat
Sarwar Sultan   |2016-06-20
Jatidar Sethi Sb,
Thanks to share your sweet memories.please allow me to publish
at my web page later I will publish it in my Urdu mag. Please contact me.
Jatinder Nath Sethi   |2016-10-31
Sarwar,sorry for not replying earlier. I have no objection. But do give us a
link for reading.
Rajeev Sethi   |2016-07-17
Your article made a fantastic reading. Are you known to Shri Harbanslal sethi.
Who was possibly your father's first cousin. I am Rajeev Sethi Grand son of Shri
Harbanslal Sethi. My id rajcool70@yahoo.co.in
Jatinder Nath Sethi   |2016-10-31
Sorry Rajeev, for not replying to your mail . Sheer laziness. I will send you a
part of our family tree that shows my father(his two brothers) plushis
uncles.You look at that and then tell me the name of the fsther of
Shri.Harbanslal ji
My apologies for neglecting to reply
JK Anand   |2016-07-24
Re-read your memories today - along with the comments of Sardar Sangat Singh and
others. Never been to Mandi Lailpur. You brought it to life.
You are right about
keeping old memories unsullied by changes. Yet, I felt, twenty years ago, an
irresistible urge to visit an ancestral habitat. It was saddening. But the ghost
had to be laid.
Best wishes
Joginder Anand
Abdul Rehman   |2016-08-18
Dear sir i am from layalpur and graduated from university of agriculture, all
the 8 bazar of the are still the same as u described in ur post i would love to
know more about ur memories in layalpur currently named faisalabad. My email id
is rehman.malik258@yahoo.com
Khalid   |2016-08-20
After going through these comments I feel happ about brotherhood of hindu muslim
brothers
Jatinder Sethi   |2016-08-21
Khalid Bhai,They say RAM kaho yaa RAHIM Sub ek Hai.So nice of have thoughts like
yours .Khuda Hafiz.
Shekhar Nagpal   |2016-08-24
Sir, it was indeed heart warming going thru your article. I've had the
opportunity to visit Faisalabad twice last year at the invitation from a very
fine and honorable gentleman Mr. Misba udin Zeghum of Sandals group of mills.
Believe me the love and affections described by you are still intact there. The
ghanta gharand 8 roads are intact. I stayed in Chinab club and visited all
places described by you.
anil   |2016-09-10
Have you heard of a Sikka family there
Jatinder Sethi   |2016-09-11
I had a swxchool mate and was Sikka. Now totally lost him and his memory. Sorry.
Deepak Kathuria   |2016-12-03
I am Deepak Kathuria from Mumbai. I am very much interested in knowing about
how our ancestors came to India from Pakistan. My late father's name was
Darshanlal Kathuria and my late grandfather's name was Jeondamal Kathuria.
Please let me know if you know any Kathurias or history related to Kathurias in
Pakistan. My ancestors had a cloth store near Ghanta Ghar in Lyallpur. Any
information about this would be highly appreciated as I am really intrigued by
our ancestral history in Pakistan
M Kathuria   |2017-11-11
I just stumbled upon this while reading about Lyallpur. I am also a Kathuria
living in Delhi and my paternal family is from Lyallpur and coincidentally they
were also cloth merchants in Lyallpur. My father does recall a gentleman named
Mr. Darshan Lal Kathuria being a distant relative but according to my father he
had moved to Delhi after partition.
Jatinder sethi   |2017-11-12
Deepak
Subodh had passed this mail to me. I only remember that there used to be
a Kathuria with me in the class in Arya School, but I am unable to recollect
anything more about him. I am sorry to disappoint you . Pity is that all the
other members of my family are no longer in this world,who could have been
helpful. How old are you now? Wish you all the best. God Bless.keep in touch,
jATINDER SETHI   |2016-12-04
Deepak
I have written to Subodh Mathur,in reply to hos querry about your
desire to know more about your parents and grands. He will probably get in touch
with you. Ita very good of you to contact us through this web. How did you come
across my blog. I think you check about my reply from Subodh.Incidently what do
you do in Mumbai and where do you stay?I was there for 30 years, but now retired
In Gurugram.God Bless
Gul Sher   |2016-12-12
I live in Bagh, Jhang
Jatinder sethi   |2016-12-13
Gul sher sahib
I have now forgotten about Jhang and the place we lived, Thanks
for contacting us,
Arvind M Singh   |2017-02-25
My grandmother was also from Lyallpur and her family were a well known Vaid
(Hakim) in Lyallpur. Her neighbors were also Sethi and when my grandfather moved
to Mansurpur, UP to establish a sugarmill. Our neighbor in Mansurpur were from
the same Sethi family fom Lyallpur. The uncle's name was Rajinder Sethi and he
was a very quiet and dignified chemist. His younger brother was a prominet
leader of Aryasamaj. I still keep in touch with them but just wondering if we
are talking about the same Sethi family.
Jatinder sethi   |2017-11-12
Arvind
i am back with you. You mentioned your grandparentswho were Vaid, had a
beautiful house just adhascent to our. There houise also,I think, opened inthe
Jamamasjid street. Beautiful house with marble flooring.We were very close to
them.
Jatinder Sethi   |2017-02-25
My dear Arvind,I am wondering how such an old write up of mine still gets
noticed,and that too from people with close relationship. YES YOU ARE RIGHT.
RAJINDER (Wade Bhaji ) was my eldest brotherwho worked in Sir Shadilal Sugar
Mills at Mansurpur, And It was his place we all went after Partition. My brother
that you mentioned about Arya Samaj was the follower of Swami Satyanand ji who
later on set up SHRI RAM SHERNAM. And that brother of mine,Prem bhajio, became
the head of Shri,RAM SHERNAM at Lajpatnagar,Delhi, after Swamiji passed away. I
am the youngest of 6 brothers and two sisters. We used to live inGoal bazar,with
a back door opening opposite JamaMasjid. I am now 85 year, and have one elder
brother Satinder and mu sister Santosh surviving.And children of Rajinder
Sethi,
Do freshen my memory about about your family of Vaids. I will ask Sangat
Singh about it too, You have I hope read"Lyallpur on their Mind" on
indiaof thepast. Good to hear rfrom you
Anonymous   |2018-01-01
I recently lost my father. I was trying to find out about his Village Ranakee
and came across this wonderful article and the memories this has brought to so
many. My father Mr Basant Lal Sharma lived in a village called Ranakee. We
listened to many stories prior to 1947, many humorous and other thoughtful
memories. My Grandfathers name was Mr Natha Ram. He had 4 sons and 3 daughter.
They had 2 shops and o think he was into ayrvedic medication and some astrology.
I cant recall many details, but it would be great to find out where this village
is and if anyone knows. My father often talked about working on dam (water). Not
sure whether it was pakhra dam!
jatinder sethi   |2018-01-02
Dear Mr Sharma
We went though your letter, but are sorry to say that I, at
least,have not been to trace any reference about your father. I would love to
hear some of the stories your father told about his place, Please do share with
us.
My email is jnsethi@hotmail.com. Keep in touch please.
Vijay kinra   |2018-01-08
My grandfather g c kinra freedom fighter from gali wakilan wali opposite of
shahney perivar home living there and he was wakil ,he was Mulan jail for
freedom of India 14months, some sethi and vermani.sahaney perivar was there
family friends ,one Sikh perivar name not known his wife English lady helped us
during partition living there,my hand folding reguest for search of grandfather
home and more memories if someone can help.i am also is contact with j n sethi
sir he is really nice person and trying there best to help me,and there some
friends also helping.
So PL help
Vijay kinra   |2018-01-08
My grandfather g c kinra freedom fighter and wakil living opposite house of
sahaney perivar in gali wakilan wali .PL help me to trace pic of his house
JK ANAND ( Dreaming)   |2018-05-09
A remarkable collection of memories - anaxing how Mandi Lailpur generated so
many people with love for the Mandi and all its residents, past and present.

Perhaps you could organise a Mela there? Even though, Jatinder Ji will perhaps
feel unable to undertake the journey. Unless, Unless, an old Dakota could be
refurbished and flown from Safdarjang to Lailpur? Why not.
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