Meeting the Prime Minister back then, was like child's play

As a rookie journalist in the Nehru era I regularly covered visits of Jawaharlal Nehru and Indira Gandhi Even at 83 I still have some vivid recollections of Nehrursquos last sunset in Dehradun on that sultry and humid evening of May 26 in 1964 When Nehru left for New Delhi that evening no one at that small helipad imagined that it was to be his last sunset As Nehrursquos 49th death anniversary is observed on Monday May 27 I canrsquot help but recall my meetings with the great man This photograph of Jawaharlal Nehru was clicked on the evening of May 26 1964 by the Late Satendra Goyal in Dehradun Pt Nehru passed away the following afternoon It was a humid afternoon I was part of a group of about 30 people gathered at the Dehradun Cantonment Polo Ground to see off the then Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru He was to take a helicopter ride to the Air Force base at Sarsawa and thence to Delhi by an Air Force plane Nehru had spent the previous three days in Dehradun The Circuit House was his favourite abode he loved its heavily wooded expansive lawns He would stroll across the length and breadth of the large grounds Here he would sit silently for hours under the shade of his favourite camphor tree with birds as his companions listening to their chirping here he felt at home and at peace Occasionally he would read or write depending on the mood of the hour or sometimes dictate Before his flight we watched Nehru slowly climb up the stairwell of the helicopter Indira was close behind him He stood at the open doorway of the helicopter and looked back almost blankly at the small and assorted farewell group There were Congress leaders senior civil and defence officers as per the protocol and a few journalists this writer included A pale faint smile appeared on his otherwise rosy countenance He waved at us with his right hand but that seemed a laboured effort There was a strange sort of expression on his face What did he wish to convey to those of us who had assembled there to bid him adieu Was that to be the last and final goodbye Did he have a premonition about his death The blades began swirling that raised a cloud of dust and the farewell group instantly fell back The helicopter took off and disappeared soon yonder beyond In Delhi that night Nehru awoke several times and was given a sedative by his trusted attendant Nathu Ram He awoke one final time before dawn Indira and his physician Dr Bedi were summoned And then he fell into a coma and died at 144 pm on Wednesday 27 May lsquoYoung man come againrsquo The news of his death the following day shocked us all I shed many silent tears and cursed myself for not meeting Nehru moreoften I met him off and on whenever he visited Dehradun and adored his charming and graceful manners and the innate courtesy that he always accorded to one and all In his own way Nehru seemed to like me and would often tell me ldquo young man come againrdquo But on May 26 in 1964 Nehru possibly was too preoccupied in other thoughts that he did not ask me to ldquocome againrdquo he did not even notice me in that small group As I write this my mind wanders back to those days in the mid 1950s and later when I invariably tried to meet Nehru on his numerous visits to Dehradun However the most momentous of those meetings was the very first one In fact meeting Nehru then was childrsquos play more so because one could count on the finger of onersquos hand the number of journalists in Dehradun those days I was at that time editor of a Dehra dun weekly Vanguard and a stringer for some of the mainstream English newspapers A year earlier I was also the president of DAV College Students Union which had given me additional confidence and selfassurance Thus one winter morning I cycled all the way to the Circuit House porch and parked my bicycle against its outer wall Ram Prasad the bearer accosted me and smiled ldquoHave you come to see Panditjirdquo he asked I nodded A couple of constables with lathis lolled about while some others sauntered on the expansive lawns under the shades of giant trees Ram Prasad pointed towards the lawns and I saw Panditji strolling there So close to the great man I felt scared Mustering courage I approached him and hesitantly introduced myself Nehru saw through my nervousness and smiled ldquoI have no news to give young manrdquo he said without slowing down ldquoI havenrsquot come for any news I just wanted to see yourdquo I stuttered Nehru smiled again Somehow that reassured me I was too tonguetied what would a rookie journalist ask a great man like Nehru Realising my nervousness Nehru asked me what subjects I had in the college Soon I overcame my nervousness and told Nehru that I was the president of the Students Union a year before This seemed to impress him or so I assumed I spent another 15 minutes with the great man and then thanked him for having met me Nehru smiled and asked me to feel free to see him whenever he visited Dehradun This carte blanche lifted me to seventh heaven That first meeting in a way was perhaps one of my best and most cherished Raj Kanwar is a veteran Dehradunbased journalist and author He writes regularly on local and current affairs