By Brig Humayun Malik (37 Long Course)
Rashid Zia Cheema’s well written article Nostalgic Memories of Rawalpindi has compelled me to write something too about the city where I had my initial schooling. I started my education in Sir Syed School on The Mall in 1952-53. I have no worthwhile memories of that period to share with the readers. I later studied in Gordon College (1964 – 1965) prior to joining the Army.
Let me add an anecdote about Pindi here; One of my friends’ (also a fauji) daughter preferred Lahore over Rawalpindi, but her father insisted on living in Pindi as many of us do.
I asked her, “Why do you prefer Lahore over Pindi?”
Her comment on the size of Rawalpindi was very interesting. She said, ”Uncle, you know a village in Punjabi is called a ‘pind’. Well, Rawalpindi has an ‘i’ after Pind; so it’s very small place. I simply don’t want to live in a village.”
In those days there were only two known roads; The Mall and Murree Road. We lived in a house opposite Ministry of Defence (also known as ‘Calcutta Daftar’ or ‘Calcutta House’). Adjacent to our house was Mrs Davis Pvt Hotel (Now of KFC fame). Every one knew everyone in those days. It was the “pind ” my friend’s daughter described. There were more tongas than cars on the roads of Rawalpindi. All of us friends had bicycles to visit each other or go to school/college. We also visited Taxila Museum and went on picnics to Misriot Dam beyond Dhamial. The return time was before last light. No night missions were allowed but one could be out the whole day and there was no worry or panic. Can you imagine that in today’s environment?
One day, as teenagers do; I was caught by the Traffic Sergeant (an Anglo-Indian) for rash driving. He didn’t challan me; instead he told me that he will tell my father which was a VERY BIG CHALLAN. Needless to say, I was very vigilant to ensure that the Traffic Sergeant was not in the area on our future escapades.
The Pindi Club was not encouraged except for the swimming pool on weekends. In those days it was the most lively club as all foreigners and locals used this as their “home away from home”.
“Bhangoo”, by Lt Col (R) Adil Akhtar, who was a POW in India with Brig Bhangoo.
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