PERSPECTIVE
SPEAK, MEMORY
Lahore nu salaam
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Lahore nu salaam



Memories of Lahore: 1938 to 1947, as narrated by Prof Randhir Singh, then a student active in the communist movement, to the author, his daughter.

 
Today, as Pakistan is once again going through a churning and Lahore – the town forever hyphenated with our past, with Amritsar, with Delhi Darbar, with our freedom movement, with Shaheed Bhagat Singh and with a thousand other reference points – continues to grapple with the million prospects of an unpredictable future, we bring you the memories of an activist, academician, thinker par excellence of our times – Prof Randhir Singh. The good professor, often referred to as the tallest Indian academic don, died on January 31, 2016. 

For those of newer generations who may not know enough about Prof Randhir Singh, suffice to quote Dipankar Bhattacharya, the CPI(ML) General Secretary, who, said this about the legacy of the great communist: "Randhir Singh’s long communist journey had begun in the 1930s a few years after the martyrdom of Bhagat Singh...If by a quirk of history Bhagat Singh were to get a long life and compelled to become a university teacher, we would have perhaps known him as Professor Randhir Singh.” 

Punjab Today proudly brings you these memories of the great professor, chronicled by his daughter, Dr Priyaleen Singh, a conservation architect and an academic in her own right, who is currently based in Delhi. Dr Singh shared these with Punjab Today a few years earlier, and we take a special pleasure in bringing these to you once again, deferring to a great demand from many readers.
 
Lahore nu salaam – Lahore chodd aaya
 
Dr. Priyaleen Singh
 
 
IN ANALYZING CITIES, urban historians and urban designers often glorify the magnificent and the monumental and simplify their understanding of the city into easily represented spatial structures or models that ignore much of the subtlety and significance of everyday experience. These simplified structures of analyses then go on to inform proposals for the design of environments within these cities, often ending up manipulating people and places into patterns that are supposed to make for a more ‘efficient’ human existence. But there is something beyond physical environments that gives value to a place, a value measured in terms more than ‘efficiency’. Cities need to be understood as much with theories and models of spatial understanding as with the ‘lived in’ episodes which hold experiences of our day to day activities and events which result in actual place making. Place and sense of place cannot lend itself to spatial and physical analysis alone, for it is inextricably bound up with all the hopes, meanings and aspirations of people and their lives. There are indeed profound psychological links between people and the places which they live in and experience. Cities many a time get their distinctiveness from this deeply felt involvement with the places by the people who dwell in them. The memory of a place is as much about emotional experience as the physicality of it. For many, such an attachment to a place continues much beyond their period of habitation. 
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Cities need to be understood as much with theories and models of spatial understanding as with the ‘lived in’ episodes which hold experiences of our day to day activities and events which result in actual place making …The memory of a place is as much about emotional experience as the physicality of it. 
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This paper – through a simple account of a college student, active in the students’ movement, who lived in Lahore from 1938 to 1947, a period that was both remarkable and tragic at the same time – seeks to highlight the key events, places and people that continue to form a part of the memory of Lahore more than six decades on. These places in Lahore, as narrated to the author, are not the majestic, cyclopean or iconic structures normally associated with Lahore such as the Lahore Fort, Shalimar gardens or the Anarkali bazaar, but the ordinary and the everyday spots like the Rama Krishna book shop, Kennedy Hall, the Communist party office on Macleod road, the open space in front of Mochi gate or the Gwalmandi thana. But it is against the backdrop of these modest places, which for the narrator were the arena of an extraordinary activity set in an equally extraordinary time where people and events came together, due to which the city of Lahore transcended to another level, acquired the status of a very distinctive city and continues to hold a very special place in the chronicle of the life of the narrator. It was an emotional bonding with the city due to these events and experiences, emphasizing the fact that it is not only the physical expression but human responses that give life and meaning to a city.
 
Here’s how the good professor recalled Lahore in 2011:

"THIS IS ESSENTIALLY an ad hoc and an episodic personal and political account of the period between 1938 and 1947. Memories filter through time and there is blurring and forgetfulness, especially at the age of ninety.  But even after over sixty years some events and places still stand out. 
 
For me it all began in Lahore in 1938 when I returned to the city as a student, sixteen years old, in pursuit of studies. Having lived in Lahore in my childhood, the city for me was always associated with the heroic figure of Bhagat Singh. A morning is still vividly etched on my mind, the morning after he and his comrades were hanged. As a nine year old I was detained, briefly, while passing in front of the Lahore Central Jail on my way to the Borstal primary school in the neighborhood. Amidst the defiant cries of ‘Inquilab zindabad’ was born a dream which, I believe, in some form or another has always stayed with me. Years later I was to spend a few months, among the happiest of my life, in the ‘Terrorist Ward’ of this very prison in Lahore with some of the surviving comrades of Bhagat Singh - Kishori Lal and others – who had in the meantime joined the Communist Party.    

I again came to Lahore in 1938, on the eve of the Second World War, for my higher studies at the Punjab University there. My father, a remarkable man in his own mixed sort of way – a brilliant physician and surgeon, profoundly religious and puritanical, with a rather deadly combination of Gandhi and Lenin in his head – sensing the turbulence inside me, his only son, had advised: ‘Do anything out there but don’t join some illegal organisation’.  Predictably that was the first thing I did on reaching Lahore. Even as I was searching for it, the Communist Party found me. There was a certain pride in being a communist. 
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  My father, a brilliant physician and surgeon, profoundly religious and puritanical – sensing the turbulence inside me, his only son – had advised: ‘Do anything out there but don’t join some illegal organisation’. Predictably that was the first thing I did on reaching Lahore. 
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One almost inevitably moved left, to revolutionary socialism which was then gathering unto itself, in Punjab and elsewhere, all the streams of modern India’s revolutionary tradition - the legendary survivors of Kartar Singh Sarabha’s Ghadarite uprising, old revolutionaries in exile or jails of India and the Andamans, comrades of Bhagat Singh, leaders and activists of the peasant and working class movements, radical young students, poets, artists, intellectuals and many more.  And Lahore was the city to be in.

My first impression on arrival in Lahore was its openness, Lahore being an open city in more ways than one. The open and endless horizon spanned wide as I cycled daily from my house in Model town to the Mall road on my way to and fro from the university.  The Canal road was another route frequented by many of us and was very pleasant to walk and cycle on.  Distances were short even though new parts of Lahore were expanding beyond the walled city.  Model town had a newness to it even as it sat surrounded by expanses of agricultural fields and a wilderness which extended all the way beyond the FC college where I was to study later. Our house at D-132, Model Town was very spaciously laid out, open on three sides with a grove of narangi and other fruit trees which gave us an endless supply of fruit to last us through the season.   
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Lahore was open in terms other than the spatial … it was above all a students’ city…The Rama Krishna Book Store near the Commercial Building was another landmark I remember…The Coffee House in the neighborhood was another adda for our discussions and debates. 
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Lahore was open in terms other than the spatial and had a very vibrant public culture. The city had emerged as a centre of education and politics where its robust liberalism did not shy away from actively supporting our communist causes, integral to our students’ movement at the time.  It was above all a students’ city and our activities were essentially centred around the freedom struggle. As a student movement, our program was anti-imperialist in character.  Students’ politics crossed all gender divides with the Fatehchand College for Women having a very active unit of the Lahore Students Union.  

The Commercial building near Punjab University, located on one end of the Mall road, housed the office of the Lahore Students Union of which I was soon the secretary. The Rama Krishna Book Store near the Commercial Building was another landmark I remember. There was also a shed or khokha outside the book shop where rare, radical and prohibited literature and second hand books were available. The Coffee House in the neighborhood was another adda for our discussions and debates.  

My initial years of study were at the Sikh National College, where I got actively involved in the students movement. The college at the time was still being built on the outskirts of Lahore. In a short span of time, the college unit became the most powerful unit of the students’ movement in the city. Torchlight processions from Sikh National College to the city were a common occurrence. Its principal was Niranjan Singh, brother of Master Tara Singh, the Akali leader. He was a Nationalist and a Gandhian and was sympathetic to our movement. The Akali affiliated  governing body of the college got worried about our growing influence and was pressing the principal to expel me, which he didn’t want to. To avoid any further embarrassment to him and as a compromise, it was decided that I shift from Sikh National College to a college of my choice.  I chose Forman Christian College. A deputation of teachers of Sikh National College went and met the principal of FC college, SK Datta, who had represented the Christians in one of the Round Table conferences in London, asking him to accept me. He looked at my excellent academic record and agreed. About this time, Major Short, who was a liaison man between the Sikhs and the Army, offered me a commission in the Army to which my immediate response was - ‘I was not born to serve British imperialism’.
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The principal of my college, the Sikh National College, was Niranjan Singh, brother of Master Tara Singh, the Akali leader. A Nationalist and a Gandhian, he was sympathetic to our movement but the Akali affiliated governing body of the college was worried about our growing influence and was pressing the principal to expel me.
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Of course, my association with the Sikh National College continued. Even as I was banned from entering it, I remember standing on the water canals and furrows of the fields surrounding the college and addressing crowds of students from there. 

I have fond memories of my teachers at the university, J.N.Khosla and P.N.Kirpal in particular, who supported us financially and otherwise in our students’ movement. The former was literally responsible for my later career as a university teacher. After my release from prison, I was put under the usual restrictions. He persuaded me to use this period to complete my formal education and even took the risk of giving me attendance certificate for the period that I was in prison to enable me to sit for my exams for Masters Degree. This degree came in handy when I became a teacher at Delhi, post partition. Even otherwise, there was a very close bonding between students and teachers which continued at the FC College.  It was typical of the time that Principal SK Datta of FC College refused to give permission to the police to enter the college campus and harass or arrest us. Another teacher whom I remember was Victor Kiernen, who later became famous as a Marxist historian. A member of the British Communist Party, he came straight from Cambridge to Lahore and became our teacher in Sikh National College.  The rules of a banned organization like the Communist Party being what they were, it was left to us to discover his identity as a fellow communist on our own. Victor Kiernen’s residence across the premises of Sikh National College became both the centre of our activities and a storehouse for the banners, posters and material for torch light processions. 

Another person I remember most was Eric Cyprian who was my teacher in FC College and became a whole timer of the party at the same time as I did.  He was a great raconteur and had a great sense of humor, making him an extremely popular figure. We looked forward to the weekly meetings with him in the party Commune across the party office on Macleod road. He continued to share a great connection with Lahore and was later friends with the Gohar family. And on meeting Khadija Gohar a few years ago in Delhi, we shared fond memories of him.

The landscape around FC College was also one of large expanses of agricultural land, beyond which there was wilderness. With its extensive groves of wild ber, it was a popular spot for occasional picnics. It had a farmhouse of a family friend and I remember playing hockey in its courtyard. The grounds of FC College, along with this surrounding wilderness, gave us many opportunities to set up a guerilla training camps. When Japan entered the war and its attack on India was imminent, we organized a guerilla training camp in the spacious lawns of FC College. While I had personal and political reservations about it, it was Victor Kiernen who persuaded me to accept the commandership of the camp. The lawns of the FC College and the canal passing by were very useful for training purposes.  
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Another teacher whom I remember was Victor Kiernen, who later became famous as a Marxist historian. A member of the British Communist Party, he came straight from Cambridge to Lahore and became our teacher in Sikh National College. 
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There are many other anecdotes of student life of the time. We were a group of 18 including the two ‘nawabzadas,’ Mazhar Ali and Mahmood Ali, nephews of Sir Sikandar Hayat, the Unionist Chief Minister of Punjab. Once when our meeting was on, the police raided us and one of my friends, Surinder Sehgal who had the list on him, literally swallowed it to prevent it from falling in the hands of the police – only to discover later that the police already had more than a complete dossier on each one of us.  

The campus of the FC College was spatially very scattered with several students’ hostels including the Kennedy Hall where I stayed. Teachers also lived on the campus. FC College also had a slot in the time table for religious instruction called the Bible class. But because of the growing influence of our students’ movement and the secular culture of Lahore, these were literally turned into a discussion on current politics and socialism. I still remember Reverend Lucas my tutor on learning that I lived in Model Town, once provocatively asked me if my father was willing to give up his property. ‘I am not the guardian of my father’ was the best response that I could muster at the time.

The global events occupied our mind space as much as the situation in India. After Soviet Union entered the war, we would sit in the living room of Prof Painter, our English teacher, and trace on the map the progress of the war and discuss politics. During this period, I also remember Mochi Gate reverberating with the eloquence of K.M.Ashraf, the famous historian, who came to inaugurate our conference.  
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When Japan entered the war and its attack on India was imminent, we organized a guerilla training camp in the spacious lawns of FC College. While I had personal and political reservations about it, it was Victor Kiernen who persuaded me to accept the commandership of the camp. 
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The main centre of activity was the Fazli Hussain Building which was the party office on Macleod Road, one of the more posh areas at the time. But because of its location next to a graveyard, the rental was low enough for the party to afford it. Near Macleod road party office there was a chowk which was our point of entry into the old city. Across the chowk was the party Commune where we gathered at the end of the day for informal discussions. Bradlaugh Hall was another hub of all political activity including ours. I remember being lathi charged outside Bradlaugh Hall many a time when the police dispersed our meetings and demonstrations.  Another landmark of college life was the Ewing Hall at one end of Anarkali, which was the official residence of post graduate students of FC College.  It was a single storey structure and provided paying guest facilities to new students who could not be accommodated in the college hostel.  Bhagwan Singh’s shop at the other end of Anarkali was another popular place where lassi was measured and sold by the yard.   

Life as a student and a political activist had its small pleasures as well. The culinary highlight was the occasional visit as a guest to the medical college hostel, which had the reputation of serving delicious meals at reasonable rates. We also frequented the shop near the Islamia College for its shami kebabs. We regularly attended the mushairas at Islamia College and after the mushaira, we used to make a beeline for the shami kebabs. Cultural life was also closely linked with political activity. The Lawrence Gardens had a stage for open air theatre and was a regular place for both meetings and street theatre. I remember watching many performances by IPTA (Indian Peoples Theatre Association) there. Cinema of the period was also charged with politics. As students, we mostly frequented the cinema hall on Macleod Road to watch the Charlie Chaplin classics (The Gold Rush, Modern Times etc.) and the radical films on the Russian and Mexican revolution (Zapata etc.). That was the kind of culture that young people lived on those days. We would buy the twenty paisa tickets and sit in the front rows with a packet of Peak Frians biscuits as the ultimate luxury, while the rich and the affluent amongst us would sit in the two rupees seats.
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We were a group of 18 including the two ‘nawabzadas,’ Mazhar Ali and Mahmood Ali, nephews of Sir Sikandar Hayat, the Unionist Chief Minister of Punjab. 
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The inner city by this time was already growing into a slum and what perhaps had been a place of privilege a few centuries ago today housed the economically poorer sections of society. And typical of the place was Gwalmandi Thana where I spent the first night of my arrest. The next day I was transported to Kasoor jail for my trial where I was charged with obstructing the government’s war efforts.  (It was ‘the Peoples war’ period !). After that horrific night at the Gwalmandi Thana, which was truly the worst night of my life, Kasoor jail almost seemed like freedom. I spent a total of one year in jail. At Kasoor jail, I was entitled to B class facilities, but I chose to share C class facilities with two of my peasant comrades. At the end of three months, they were transferred to Multan while I was sent to the Lahore Central jail. Walking from the Lahore railway station to the jail, I reached Lahore Central Jail late in the evening. When the jailor instructed the warder to lodge me in the ‘Bomb case ahata’ (the terrorist ward), it was among the happiest words I ever heard in my life as it meant sharing the company of Bhagat Singh’s comrades, who were serving their life terms.
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Typical of the place was Gwalmandi Thana where I spent the first night of my arrest. The next day I was transported to Kasoor jail…In Lahore Central Jail, the jailor instructed the warder to lodge me in the ‘Bomb case ahata.’ These were the happiest words I ever heard in my life as it meant sharing the company of Bhagat Singh’s comrades, who were serving their life terms.
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Student and party activities continued into 1947 when I used to cycle down from the house in Model town, bypassing the Mozang area, to the party office where we would organize ourselves into squads and go into the old city to carry our politics to the people. Being a regular traveler on this route, I struck many a friendship with the owners of small shanty shops which were near the bridge on the canal on the way to Model Town. Mozang by now was teeming with refugees from East Punjab with tales of looting, humiliation and death.  In June of 1947, the party instructed me to change my route as it was not considered safe to pass by the Mozang area. As I changed my route and said goodbye to the shop owners, I never thought I would not travel this road ever again.
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I finally left Lahore in September 1947, and came to Mehrauli, on the outskirts of Delhi, which by this time, was flooded with refugees. I had all along believed I would return to Lahore. 
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I shifted to the cantonment and lived in the outhouse of the bungalow of an uncle of mine who was then the Director Medical Services Navy. Times changed rapidly and soon any kind of travel for me became unsafe. The Party finally asked me to leave Lahore for the time being. Till the end I wanted to leave my cycle, which was a prized possession, in the Model Town house, hoping to retrieve it on my return. But my uncle in the cantonment, who was better informed of events unfolding around, kept fobbing me off with false promises. I finally left Lahore in September 1947 in an army convoy provided to the family of my uncle. Days of travel finally brought me to Mehrauli, on the outskirts of Delhi. Delhi, by this time, was flooded with refugees and further entry of refugees was banned.  I had all along believed I would return to Lahore. It, however, soon became clear that there was no returning to Lahore except as a citizen of another country. It was time to say my farewell to Lahore.

(This article is based on a paper presented at a conference on "Portrait of Lahore: Capital city of the Punjab,” organised by the Trust for History Art and Architecture of Pakistan.)
 
 
 
  
Memory Recall: Teachers' Union activist Yashpal; Prof Birender Pal Singh, Professor Emeritus, Punjabi University, Patiala; Prof Randhir Singh; Kuldeep Singh, Assistant Professor, Punjabi University; Charanjit Singh, Deputy Director, Punjab Pollution Control Board; Kashmir Singh Godaiya, activist of CPI; and Kanwar Manjit Singh, editor-in-chief, Punjab Today.
 
 
 

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