Chambal River at Sunset

“In the distant years of my childhood, when I was growing up in Delhi, the river Chambal and its banks and the surrounding hinterland had a decidedly unsavoury reputation as badlands, where notorious dacoits roamed.

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Much before Shekhar Kapoor made his internationally acclaimed ‘Bandit Queen’, our mental associations with these riverine badlands were forged by the characters of Indrajal comics, Bahadur and Bela and popular Hindi movies like ‘Kacche Dhaage’ and ‘Mera Gaon Mera Desh.’ Of course, long ago, Raj Kapoor had already made the legendary ‘Jis Desh Mai Ganga Behti Hai’.

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            But those days of Man Singh, Malkhan Singh and Phoolan Devi are long gone and slowly but surely the police, administration, technology, development, roads, communications and probably the collective desires and aspirations of people have made peace reign on the banks of Chambal for many years now. Places like Bah, Gwalior, Etawah, Bhind and Morena today are as peaceful as any other and much less explored too.

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            If one is traveling from Delhi, as I did,  a wonderfully smooth ride over first the Yamuna Expressway and then the Lucknow-Agra Expressway, followed by a short stretch of road, brings one in little over four hours, into the heart of Chambal hinterland where in an ancestral village called Jarar, the scion of the erstwhile landlord family, along with his wife runs the very successful Chambal Safari Lodge for the past almost two decades.

Chambal Safari Lodge

Many wildlife enthusiasts and keen bird watchers from India and abroad are their loyal clients and ensure that almost all through the winter season, all of their beautifully curated cottages are occupied.

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I myself am not a great enthusiast for the so called ‘sightings’ of turtles, crocodiles and gharials or of the numerous exotic birds – Brahmini ducks (our own Surkhab, whose English name has recently changed to something else), pelicans, bar headed geese and others – but a glide on their motorboat down the Chambal river that flows nearby, under the vast open skies, with the silent, high, deserted banks sliding away in the opposite direction, is an experience not to be missed. And if I’m not a great enthusiast for wildlife, I have a keen ear for stories, heard and unheard.

                                            Photo: Ram Pratap Singh

            The property on which the lodge stands used to be a ‘Mela Kothi’ where the grandfather and great grandfather of the present owner – the family has lived in the nearby village from pre-Mughal times – used to organise an annual animal fair and the building was a sort of administrative office cum residence. But even before that, the building had actually been constructed to house the British and Indian officers who used to come on inspection tours for survey and collection of land revenues from the ‘ryots’ and ‘zamindars’ as because of religious and social taboos the collectors and tehsildars were not exactly welcome in the nearby home proper of the landlord where the family, along with the ladies of the house lived.

The family mansion still stands almost totally abandoned now, with its cavernous, high ceiling rooms and its smell of medieval history. Only very few venture into its inside today but if one does, one can find an old, pre-war Italian generator that used to work up to only a few years ago.

            Having lived and travelled over this vast and remarkable country of ours, I can confidently say that there lie numerous remarkable heard and unheard stories all around if only we have a patient ear to listen. At a short distance from Jarar, for example, lies a village called ‘Holipura’. It is one of the ancient villages which is the original settlement of all Chaturvedi brahmins.

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Today, if you walk through the lanes and by lanes of the village, you can almost hear the stories being softly whispered by the remarkable and mostly well-preserved brick mansions and havelis, many of them largely unoccupied for much of the year but not totally abandoned.

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Each of these havelis is the ancestral home of the family whose scions and descendants occupy ‘important’ positions in politics, administration, business, law, academics and various other fields all over the world.

One would be lucky, as I was, to find a friendly local narrator who can recount the stories of the remarkable village, of the legend surrounding its origin, the numerous tumultuous events in its history, the stories of the ancient mansions and their families.

            And then there is the remarkable fort of ‘Bhare’, some seven hundred years ago, almost ruinous now, that still stands proudly at the confluence of the river, Chambal and Yamuna some two hours away from Jaraar, by road. It would take longer but it is infinitely more enjoyable to travel by boat on the Chambal to Bhare and onwards. It is at this fort that the last pitched battle of the 1857-58 First War of Independence was fought when the British collector, the same Mr. A O Hume about whom we have all read in our school textbooks as the founder of Indian National Congress in his later avatar, had led a group of soldiers to recapture the fort.

The Raja of Bhare was supposed to be sentenced to death because of his role in the tumultuous events of 1857 but was eventually pardoned. Only few months previously, the same Mr A O Hume, the then collector of Etawah, was forced to flee his district headquarters when the mutineers or freedom fighters had captured it as they had done almost all the districts of the United Provinces. He had to take shelter under the cover of darkness and anonymity in the building of Kotwali Bah nearby, which still stands today on the Agra-Bah highway, a silent, mute sentinel of history. If only those bricks and walls could speak!

The Fort of Bhareh
The Fort of Bhareh

                              Photo: Ram Pratap Singh

            A O Hume, a gentleman from distant England, lived on for years as a civil servant in India, in these parts of Central UP and later in Shimla.

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A O Hume

Probably these were the lands which inspired him and cultivated in him the remarkable curiosity, interest and knowledge of Indian birds. Much before Salim Ali, it was the same Mr. A O Hume who painstakingly listed and collected hundreds of birds of the Indian subcontinent as the pioneering researcher in his field. On his retirement he took back his great collection to England to be donated for the cause of advancement of scientific knowledge. He went on to record his work of over thirty years in a multiple volume book ‘Stray Feathers’ which is really a pioneering attempt at scientific ornithology of the Indian subcontinent.

            It is interesting to travel, explore, listen and absorb such stories. It makes one realise that just like our present, our pasts were also much variegated, nuanced, diverse and multilayered. If we had a ‘butcher of Amritsar’ Brigadier Dyer, we also had an A O Hume, among the British colonial administrators and if we had rapacious indigo planters and free booting ‘nabobs’, we also had a William Jones who translated the works of Kalidasa to make the great Sanskrit genius known and accessible to the world.

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William Jones

            If for nothing else, I think, each one of us should try to, once in a while, take time out, no matter how indispensable and busy we might think we are, and ‘hit the road’, so as to say. It is not simply a matter to get pleasure out of travel, although pleasurable no doubt it is, but to get the other thing – ‘perspective’ which is so necessary a quality for all human beings but more so among us administrators and civil servants.”

Meet the Writer:

Partha Sarathi Sen Sharma – City Book Leaders

A graduate from Delhi University, Partha Sarthi Sen Sharma is an Indian Administrative Service Officer. His published works include a travelogue titled A Passage Across Europe  and a novel, Love Side by Side.

Partha’s travels have taken him to more than 20 countries so far. His articles have appeared in several leading publications.