23 June, 2021

The Takeoff Point

He was a refugee with no memory of the Punjab and no experience of the grime of old Lucknow.

The Takeoff Point
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Journalists routinely follow news, but Vinod Mehta had the knack for instantly distilling the headline from the story. It was this genius that he brought into play in selecting the title for his memoirs, Lucknow Boy. The sherwani-clad youngster who places grandfather’s hubble-bubble on the cantilevered verandah, the one who knows Lucknow as the city of “gandi galiyan, saaf zubaan (dirty lanes and sparkling diction)” is not the quintessential Lucknow boy.

Lucknow Boy carries echoes of Cliff Richards, Hazratganj, the city’s first jukebox at Chaudhury Sweets, Jopling Road and the cantonment where Vinod lived all his earlier years. He was a refugee with no memory of the Punjab and no experience of the grime of old Lucknow. In that sense, he was the authentic Lucknow boy.

From his Canning Road bungalow, there was a short cut to the school, La Martiniere, past the house of the biology professor, R.D. Vidyarthi, whose mouth full of paan never obstructed the monologue he kept up with Vinod. Vinod’s rapport with...

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