Stories About Men
Editor's note: This contribution is in Hindi.
काव्य सँग्रह "प्यासा ~ निर्झर"
की शीर्ष कविता मेँ कवि नरेँद्र कहते हैँ,
"मेरे सिवा और भी कुछ है,
जिस पर मैँ निर्भर हूँ
मेरी प्यास हो ना हो जग को,
मैँ, प्यासा निर्झर हूँ"
My mother's name is Diwali, one of India's most prominent festivals, because she was born on Diwali day. This happened in 1929 in Kolhapur (in present day Maharashtra), which was a Princely State at that time, nominally independent but in practice a part of the British Raj in India. She was the eldest surviving child of Vanaji and Santokbai Nibjiya.
I have written this biography as a humble tribute to the revered memory of my late father, Phanindra Krishna Gupta, who was a Major in the Indian Medical Service during the Second World War.
My father was born in Calcutta in 1882, in a middle class Bengali Hindu, Baidya family, which lived in a pucca house and owned some land. He was a maternal grandson of the noted Bengali poet and writer Ishwar Chandra Gupta, who was, in the middle of the nineteenth century the editor and publisher of the Calcutta-based Bengali newspaper Sambad Prabhakar. Phanindra was born in a large family – he was the fifth in line among his six brothers and three sisters.
Editor’s note. Ramanna passed away after this article had been written. The manner of his demise was such that it is appropriate to declare him “Not out.”
In 2007, in his 105th year, my father, Ramanna, bridges two centuries.
15 August 1947, the day India gained real freedom, after centuries of alien rule. At that time, I was in my early teens, and a first year student of Maharaja’s High School, Mysore. Mysore was a Princely State, the third largest after Jammu & Kashmir and Hyderabad.