The Irishman in The Himalayas: A Story from Sujanpur, Himachal Pradesh
Inside the Baradari Hall at Sujanpur Tira When a Hamirpuri finds a book on Pahadi art, authored by a Punjabi Civil Servant, stashed in the dusty racks of a Chandigarh museum, and reads about the musings of a Kangra king who was served by an Irishman—where does that imagery take you? Unity in diversity, that old maxim, does it ring a bell? Oh, spell it out, spell it out: We take you straight to India. Ixnay , not Rushdie’s India, the Real India. In the sleepy old town of Sujanpur, perched atop an escarpment, lies the grave of an Irishman, who, perhaps, loved the Beas a little too much to be buried next to it. The man’s dying wish granted—to look at it, endlessly meandering through the valley, touching the toes of the half-inch Hamirpur Himalayas. The 'half-inch Himalayas' from the vantage point of Col O'Brien This little hamlet in the hills, with its narrow alleys, is a graveyard of Pahadi history, where ‘today has built its mud walls from the dust of yesterdays.’...