On
the basis of my application forwarded from Vellore, while I was there alongwith
my Jijaji who had to undergo brain tumor surgery, I had received the call
letter for the interview to be held on 17th June 1987. I had
completed my PG and was preparing for my CS.
I had opted for Public Administration and Psychology. For Public
Administration I was totally dependent on books available in the market. But for Psychology I was fortunate to get to
know the HOD of Psychology Andhra University.
I’m unable to recall his full name but we used to call him Babla Sir. He
used to like me a lot. He had given me
direct access to the Library of Andhra University.
The
day I had informed Babla Sir about my interview he was disappointed. That very evening I was surprised to see him
at my home when I had returned from my evening walk on the beach.
He
was advising my father for not sending me for the interview. He had said, “if Sukhwant joins teaching he
will not be able to pass CS.”
My
Dad had left the decision to me. He
said, “If you want to go to Delhi for Rao’s tutorials for IAS then you can do
so.”
But
from within I was aware of the fact that after the gutting of our shop in
Jeypore as an aftermath of 84 riots our financial position was not good. Hence I had decided to attend the interview
so that I could start earning.
I
had left Vishakhapatnam on 15th night by Chattisgarh Express and had
reached Raipur early next morning. From Raipur I had taken a train at around
10:00 am and had reached Champa at around 1:00 pm. It was extremely hot and humid. I learnt that for reaching Korba I had to
travel another 40 odd kms by either taxi or bus.
As
taxis were not available I had got into a state bus. The bus was already over crowded. I could manage to get a standing space behind
the driver’s seat. I had thought that the journey would take about an hour or
so. But I was totally wrong. The road was extremely bad. We reached Korba bus stand at around 3:00
pm. By the time I got down from the bus
I was totally drenched in sweat. When I
had tried to look around my eyes caught the shop banner of ‘Singh Enterprises’
and I could see a young Sikh of around 25-30 years sitting inside. So I went inside the shop and had asked, “Please
guide me towards DPS Korba.” The young man had said, “DPS Korba is another 14
kms away, and asked ,”May I know the purpose of your visit ?” He also extended a seat to me and ordered his
salesman, “Give a glass of water, and turn the cooler towards him.” I had replied to him by saying, “I have come
to appear in the interview in DPS Korba.”
Mr. Singh was extremely happy and he immediately ordered his salesman to
fetch sugarcane juice for me. He advised
me to stay in a lodge in Korba itself and leave for DPS Korba which was
situated in Pragatinagar next morning.
After
drinking the sugarcane juice I had thanked him and had taken his leave. He had again asked his salesman to lift my
bag and to reach me in ‘Anand Lodge’ which was situated within the bus stand
campus itself. I was by that time,
totally drained out of energy. I had got
into the room had taken bath, and had gone out to have lunch. In the evening I had again gone to ‘Singh
Enterprises’ Shop.
This
time Mr. Singh’s brother-in-law, who was from Kanpur, was also there. We spoke for a long time and he had taken me
to the nearby Gurudwara for evening Rehraas.
He
showed me his house also. Before bidding me good night he said, “May I ask you something
personal if you don’t mind ?” I had said, “Veerji please ask”. He had said . “Will
you attend your interview in Patka or you will wear turban ?” I had replied by
saying that as I’m not able to fold the
turban myself without someone’s help I had not brought a turban with me.” To this he had said, “I will come to your
hotel room early in the morning and bring a turban of my own and will help you
to fold it and tie.” This he had done
the next morning for which I had thanked him from the core of my heart and
after taking my breakfast had left by an auto for DPS Korba, Pragatinagar, a place
that was going to change my life for years to come.
(19.09.2015)
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