HUTMENT
I was coming to Mhow, kind courtesy of
Lt Gen Pant, Commandant MCTE, Who had invited me to deliver a talk on ‘Signals
in Sino Indian Conflict of 1962 as it effected me.’ and also join the planned
get together of SODE 41, as the Faculty
Commander during the tenure of the Course in FCE.
It was a home coming for me,
unfortunately without a home to come to. Our home, where we had lived during
our last stint at MCTE, some time during 19 79-82, a Second World War Hutment
on Generals Road existed no more It gave me no joy to see that the dilapidated
hutment that we had moved in to and over time with love and effort nurtured it into the most coveted dwelling
of its type on Generals Road.. had been
razed and in its place had sprung two modern characterless looking
bungalows, the hutment, with the No T 214, marked in
bold letter and figures on the General’s Road was in an advanced dilapidated state,
derelict, about to fall and with all rooms leaking during the monsoons.
General’s Road was indeed a very prestigious sounding address as Lt Gen
Sundarji the Commandant College of Combat also lived on the same road.
On the earlier posting to Mhow we had also lived in a hutment
the only difference between then and now was the up-gradation from dry to water
borne sanitation a giant step in technology from 1963 to 1980.
The hutment had a number of rooms in the long arm of the ‘T’
with the living room in the top of the ‘T’ with the kitchen and the pantry at
its extreme end. Any exercise that I needed was provided by the long walk for a
glass of water in the night from the bedroom, through the guest room, the
sitting-room and then to the fridge kept in the pantry.
The rooms had a number of rickety doors and windows with
innumerable glass panes, as a matter of fact so many to check and bolt that one
or two were always left unsecured in the night or whenever we went out.
There was also a detached garage, a bit away, which I never used
as I could drive my Conifer Green Herald through the rickety gate, crunching
the gravel of the driveway straight up the ramp on to the wide veranda.
What struck us when we
went to have a look before taking it over was the majestic and massive Banyan
tree dominating the compound. There was also a large Keekar tree in front.
The, by now, unkempt and
untrained creepers, courtesy some previous occupants, Morning Glory, Floribunda
Roses and a few of Bougainvillea climbing up the numerous pillars of the
extended veranda right to the tiled roof though a welcome sight, it did
bring out the dilapidated state of the
hutment in a greater relief.
The Lantana hedge, unkempt and with many gaps, with a few of strands of barbed wire, the one
side hanging wooden gate, more to demarcate the line of actual control than any
thing else, constituted the total security. About the interior condition of the
hutment the less said the better.
For company we also had a live-in ‘Owl’ who had made his abode
in one of the crevices in the outside of the living room wall. Fearless of us
he would welcome us with a dour expression, his large round eyes shining bright
in the headlights of the car as if reproaching us for returned home so late in
the night.
We set about making a home of the
house and improving its looks and the interior with and without the help of the
MES. Jeet, fond of flowers, potted plants and a green patch in front, got about
organizing the same. Though discouraged with the daunting task
ahead both of us got down to making the structure liveable and carve a home out
of it, entailing frequent visits to the MES yard for some decent furniture and
telephone calls to the GE (Garrison Engineer), a harassed individual, with one
Lt General, two Maj Generals, innumerable Brigadiers and a plethora of Cols in
station, struggling some how to cater to their innumerable demands. My
requirements were simple and not exhaustive- just the leaking roof, tiles in
the toilet, the cracked sink and WC and a coat of whitewash in the rooms.
Jeet had a large
collection of potted plants at Delhi; Monster, Dracaena, Benjamin, Araucaria
and rubber plant among others which she
had got loaded in the EVK along with the car, trunks and the packing cases and
brought them along to Mhow. Having a common gardener with the General also
helped in the addition of a few more exotic plants from the Flagstaff House.
Some plants went inside to put some life in the living room while others added
charm to the till now bare and desolate veranda
We developed a small lawn, Jeet planted some seedlings which
soon bloomed in to multi coloured flowers. Over time the joint efforts paid and soon the derelict became
the cynosure of every one in the station.
The small pond with a tap for storing water for the garden had
some Lemon Grass growing the recipe of the exotic tea, a favourite of the
casual visitors dropping-in a few bit of the same added to the tea leaves in
the pot was no doubt her best kept secret when in Mhow.
We also fashioned a swing, the ropes hung from one of the
branches of the Keeker tree. Dimpy, Minni and Sandy, the adorable children of
Lt Col Gurdeep and Juli, his non practicing, doctor wife our next door
neighbours, were soon attracted as if by the magnet to the swing and so did the
two daughters Anu and Anjana of Lt Col
Ravi Kumar both Directing Staff at College of Combat, living across the road.
From the posting at Kalimpong I had brought a couple of Chinese
lanterns with wooden frames with glass sides. We hung one of these with an electric
bulb inside on one of the lower branches of the Keeker tree. The rays of light
the lantern, swinging slowly in the mild breeze, filtering through the
innumerable needle like Keeker leaves would weave an ever-changing pattern of
light and shade a pleasant and soothing sight. Both of us sitting on the easy
chairs in the veranda late in the night watching the shifting, pattern
listening to the soft strains of music emitting from speakers of the 'Norge'
amplifier with one of her favourite
record from her large collections of LP's was relaxing enough after a stressful
day in the Faculty. It was magic a different world, as long it lasted.
As the car drove on the Generals Road with me
I expectantly looking for the
dear hutment I was not ready for the shock that awaited me, it was a sad sight
to see the characterless concrete structure that has replaced our home
of yore., it was indeed a home
coming (to Mhow) with out a home to come
to.
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