Ruskin Bond launches new memoir titled Coming Round the Mountain on 85th birthday

Ruskin Bond launches new memoir titled Coming Round the Mountain on 85th birthday

India’s beloved children’s author Ruskin Bond is celebrated his 85th birthday on May 19 with the release of a new memoir set against the backdrop of the partition. The book titled Coming Round the Mountain will be released officially by the author at Cambridge bookstores in Mussourie, where he signs books for his readers every week on Monday.
Coming Round the Mountain is the 3rd installment of Bond’s award-winning memoir series for children that includes Looking for the Rainbow and Till the Clouds Roll By. In Looking for the Rainbow, Bond described the 2 years he had spent with his father when he was just 9 years old, and in Till the Clouds Roll By he talked about the sudden change in his circumstances, the efforts he had to make to adjust to a new and very different life with his mother and stepfather.
Now, the 3rd part of the series will deal with Bond’s story as a boy of 13 during the crucial year of India’s partition.
“The making of friends; the loss of friends; the country’s freedom and its division; changes everywhere”, this is how Ruskin Bond remembers Independence Day of 1947.
Bond had just turned 13 then and was studying in Bishop Cotton residential school in Shimla. His best friends were Azhar Khan, who was his age; Brian Adams, who was a year younger; and Cyrus Satralkar, who was the youngest. They called themselves the ‘Fearsome Four’, although there was nothing very fierce about them.
“Azhar was a quiet, soft-spoken boy. He came from the North-West Frontier Province, but there was nothing unruly or rough about him, as many might have imagined. Satralkar was the smallest boy in his class. I think he was Iranian. Brian’s home was in Bangalore,” he recalls.
They were not in the least interested in each other’s religion or regional backgrounds. “Adults seemed to think it is important; but at 13, friendship and loyalty seemed to matter more.” The catalyst for their bonding was that early-morning rouser for PT or physical training.
Bond recalls an incident when the 4 of them overslept one morning and failed to turn up for their exercises.
“Our absence was duly reported by a senior prefect, and we were summoned to the Headmaster’s study for the usual punishment,” he writes in his latest book.
They were flogged and after that they promised never to be late for PT again.
But then in 1947, life was about to change quite dramatically for most of them.
Bond says Cyrus knew more about the political situation than he did.
“Although I knew a bit about Gandhi and Nehru and other leaders, I had no real interest in politics. I would accept whatever came along. My stepfather was an Indian and a Hindu and he wouldn’t be going anywhere, nor would my mother and small brothers and sister; in truth, there was nowhere for us to go,” he writes.
On August 15 1947, Bond and his friends were roused by the ringing of the bell.
“No PT that morning. That was a good sign. We went into breakfast in a happy frame of mind, and as a special treat we were given laddoos, halwa and samosas, then marched up to town to take part in a flag-raising ceremony,” he revisits the historic occasion.
“All this went off gloriously – or as gloriously as the rain would allow, for nature waits upon no man – and we sang the national anthem as vigorously as any in the crowd. Unfamiliar with Hindi, we had been practising it for weeks! All the big speeches were being made in New Delhi, but we had our share of them too, and the massive crowd on the Ridge listened patiently, applauded generously and went home happily. The entire school had attended the ceremony,” he says.
The boys had worn their suits and ties and caps.
“The school cap, so British, so public school, was still a part of our uniform. On our way back to school we split into groups, and the Fearsome Four lagged behind. Brian took off to purchase a supply of roasted bhuttas. Munching happily, we marched on through the rain, singing a few songs of our own.” When asked by his friends how he felt being in a different country now, Bond replied, “It will take time to sink in. Right now, the rain is the same as it was yesterday.” But with Independence came a division of the country and the violence spread like wildfire, even up to Shimla, he says.
The school management then decided that the entire Muslim contingent would be evacuated – roughly one-third of the school.
“Four or 5 army trucks were provided by the Government, and these were manned by soldiers, both Indian and British. The convoy was to leave at midnight, when the town was supposedly asleep. It was all very hush-hush,” writes Bond in the book, published by Puffin.
He was asleep when someone shook him by the shoulders, and he woke up to find Azhar leaning over him.
Azhar was going home under army escort. He stood besides Bond, his arm around his shoulders.
“Time to say goodbye. I’ll write to you. We’ll meet again – some day, somewhere,” Azhar told Bond.
Azhar’s departure left quite a gap in Bond’s life. “He had been someone to whom I could talk freely, someone to whom I could confide and share my dreams,” Bond writes about his friend.
Towards the end of that year, Bond received a letter from Azhar. He replied and have his home address, but did not hear from Azhar again.
“Perhaps the letters were lost, for there were many new borders. History, it seems, is all about shifting borders,” Bond writes. (PTI)