Taking the first sip
of his second drink, Mr. White said, “I went to Barnes School in Devlali.”
I was sitting in my
friend’s home. Mr. White, who was related to my friend, had joined us.
Mr. White seemed to be
in his sixties. He had a soft a face and white hair and moustache. He looked
affable.
He used to teach
Geography in a leading missionary school in Kanpur.
“Barnes School,
Devlali. Vinod Khanna is also an alumnus of the school. Was he your classmate? ”
I asked.
Mr. White was
surprised. “You know that Vinod Khanna went to Barnes School?” he said and
chuckled.
He turned to my friend
and said, “Young man, fill my glass. I have a new friend who knows that Vinod
Khanna went to Barnes School and was my classmate. I have got some anecdotes to
share.”
My friend filled Mr.
White’s glass.
There was a knock at
the door.
“Come in,” shouted Mr.
White.
A young girl walked
in.
She looked around in
the room and told Mr. White, “What is this papa? We are waiting for you and you
are sitting here…..” She looked at my friend and me with disdain.
“Cool down, my
darling, cool down. Just tell mamma I will turn up for dinner within five
minutes.”
The girl left.
Mr. White chuckled and
said to one in particular, “These women….don’t want men to enjoy….”
He regained.
“So the topic was Vinod
Khanna.”
He started.
“Vinod Khanna was my senior
by a couple of years.
“It was mandatory for
every student of Barnes School to take up at least one sport. “
Mr White said, “Vinod
Khanna had chosen boxing. He was wiry.”
“We would be famished
in the evening after spending two hours in the field, gym or ring,” he said.
The students would
assemble at the dining hall for dinner after sports.
“Dinner was very
simple – daal and bread. We would take our places at the table and say a
prayer. A gong would be struck and we would start eating. After 15 minutes or so,
the gong would be struck again and we had to stop eating, even if we were
hungry,” said Mr. White.
Once, the gong had been
sounded for the second time but Vinod Khanna continued eating, as all the boys
left to wash their hands.
“The warden, Mr. Gupta
flew into rage. He dashed to Vinod Khanna and said sharply, ‘Haven’t you heard
the gong? Why are you still eating?” said Mr. White.
Mr. White continued - Vinod
Khanna got up, took a glass and smashed it against the table. Holding the jagged
end in front of Mr. Gupta, he said, “My father is paying for my food. I will
eat as much as I want.”
Today is his birthday.