Untold Saga Part 2

After reading my last blog Untold Saga my father narrated me one more story of my Grandfather. He said that after returning from Pakistan to India, My Grandfather took a break for some time, due to the partitions issues and the chaos created, his parents and family didn’t want him to leave home. It was after long three years that things settled down a bit and he joined The Bakhra Canal project as a Supervisor, This canal was constructed from River Sutlej through Nangal dam and the water from the dam also reaches parts of Rajasthan. Its construction was taken up first after Independence, for the welfare & development of the people of Northern India. The construction of this project was started in the year 1948 and was completed in 1963.

He was a very loyal and hard-working man. It was his sheer hard work and dedication that got him felicitated by the then Prime minister Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru. He was awarded with Silver coins kept in a green colour velvet bag which my grandmother had treasured.

Nangal Hydel Canal 1952

Bhakra-Nangal Project: A view of the Nangal Hydel Canal 1952

After this project my Grandfather got transferred to Sukhna Lake project, which is currently a very beautiful lake that lies in the foothills of Shivalik range & inside Chandigarh adding scenic beauty. The unique thing about Sukhna Lake is that it is a man-made lake. My grandfather was posted there as a supervisor from early 60’s till he took his last breath in 1968…..

It was also there where a very interesting incident happened somewhere between 1960-’63. There used to be a guard working under my grandfather whose duty was to look after the water drain gates. Once, an executive engineer came to the site for inspection. He was about to enter the drain gate area for checking where the guard did stop him, not allowing the Engineer and other officials to enter that area. Well, that was his job. He was told not to allow anyone to enter that area and he was just being loyal to his job. Any ways, officials tried to convince him to let them enter as the person standing there was a big officer and he might have to face the consequences of not letting them in. Any other person hearing this would have allowed to enter for the sake of his job, but this guard struck to his decision and said he will not allow anyone to enter in any case without the permission of Pandit ji (my grandfather, people in his workplace used to address him as Pandit ji). Well this was his loyalty for his job, for his boss that fear of losing his job didn’t deter him from his loyalty towards his job.

Then executive engineer had to send his car to bring my grandfather to the site. It was only after grandpa’s order that the guard allowed to enter the drain gate area.

Then all the other officials there were concerned that executive engineer might get angry after this incident. On the contrary engineer got mighty impressed with the loyalty of the guard and rewarded him with Rs 50; it was a huge amount considering that the guard at that time was paid Rs 55 as salary for whole month. Loyalty pays.

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Sukhna Lake, Chandigarh

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Untold Saga

I have never met my grandfather…! As he expired long before I was even born and my father was just fifteen at that time….Basically, I grew up listening about his stories from my paternal uncles and my grand pa’s sister, who is still alive.

I really feel proud of him and tell the world proudly that’s he was supervisor at the Bhakra Nangal Dam project in Himachal and Sukhna lake project in Chandigarh….

As well all know that in 1947 India was divided into two parts – Pakistan and India. A lot of lives changed. My grandfather was one of them who had experienced the partition very strongly and gone through a altogether different phase of life..

The saga of struggle and survival still rings loudly in the memories of my uncles… Once he narrated me the whole story about my grand father….He was government officer and used to work in Lahore, now in Pakistan. The year 1947 historically changed the destinies of many people and one of them was my grandfather….who was working there. People used to call him panditji….He survived with help of one Muslim guy who used to work with him.

For twenty days he continued to walk – thirsty and hungry….in one set of clothes and finally reached India with help of that one Muslim guy who helped him to reach this side of border. This clearly states that even after the geographical partition, INDIA wasn’t divided at hearts!!

A lot of untold saga of human life exists out there quietly narrating the painful struggles that people had gone through.!

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