Sep 9, 2008

Life and Times of Dadu

I just realised that i have written three successive posts on Dadu and have not introduced him to you. Meet Dadu who is otherwise known as Khagendranath Maity (yet again proving that Bengalis have a penchant for tongue twisters!). As a child i recall visiting Dadu at Belda, and don't recall ever having to tell the local rickshaw fellow the address of the house; just his name was enough.

Taking off from the cyclone of 1942 post, it was around this time at the age of nineteen, Dadu decided that it was about time he built a concrete house. By this time he'd been driving a bus for about two years and been an owner of two for another three. There was a tidy little sum of Rupees 25,000 tucked away in the bank to realise the home. It was around this time that two people from the nearby town of Dalbhumgarg proposed the sale of two trucks to Dadu.

I sat there and listened as Dadu continued his tale of youthful antics and desires, mesmerized that this man who has seldom spoken to his own children, unfolds his heart to me. He went to Dalbhumgarh, with the intent of evaluating the trucks and got drawn into a gambling board game. On this, he lost not only all of the 25,000 of his savings, but an additional 12,000 as well. One folly belies another, soon Dadu was gambling at the race course in Calcutta to raise this money. The money came and went and yet the gambling stayed on.

He lost some and won some, and for over two years gambled at the race course with his evenings spent drinking in the company of random dancers at the "Park Hotel" and once in a while at some brothel. Dadu continues without blinking, unconcerned if i may hold him up to all the moral judgement i am ridden with. Unconcerned that in most circles he is held in very high regard mostly as a principled man, conservative in most aspects. Do we truly learn to let go when we know we have nothing at all to lose? Or does the knowledge of the end does that?

3 comments:

Navreet said...

I don't think one is different from another, knowledge of the end takes away the fear of loosing.

Because you can never loose more than your life, can you?

PS# I wish to meet "Dadu" he has led a very eventful life....

Balu said...

masth...

Andy said...

Don't Know U, saw ur profile in orkut, and opened ur blog to see wht was there... have just read the first post as yet ...."Dadu" ...what a life .... and so well written.. It's the writer who makes it interesting... and keeps their reader hooked to it ... wanting for more....