Walkers at Lullanagar

Mornings at Mansa Devi-Haridwar

Mornings at Mansa Devi-Haridwar-June 2003

One Dr.Grant, a cardiologist had a house on top of a hill in Lullanagar. He would go for a run in the morning and evening with his dogs. He was most probably in his late fifties at that time. The sight of this man, huffing and puffing on the road, regularly, without break, even on the days it rained, was an inspiring sight. He was one of the first persons who inspired me to take up road running. I was 11 years old when I first took to the roads. Jogging on the roads of Pune cantonment. Going past Wanowrie and then coming up the Lullanagar hill,following the route taken by Dr. Grant. This man, whom I never knew personally has given me a gift that has stayed over the decades. The streets look very different in the early morning. No people crowding on the roads. No rush. No pollution. The feel of running on the middle of the road of the main shopping plaza of Pune- the M.G.Road in the early morning hour is great.


Thanks to Dr.Grant, I came to know what it is like in Sholapur Bazaar in the early morning. One of my jogging friends told me that there is a lady dressed in white, who stands there in the wee morning hours, with a child in her arms. One can hear the child crying. But when one comes close, there is nothing! I never saw that lady or the child. But my jogging friend has seen and heard them many times. 


My grandfather came back from Russia in July 1979. He was another great morning walker. He would get up early in the morning and go for a morning walk to Lunanagar, dressed in a coat, a hat and a walking stick in hand. Dressing sense carried through the decades,by the retired Professor of Political science of Banaras Hindu University who did his PhD under Harold Laski in London School of Economics in the nineteen thirties. The walking stick has many layers of culture ingrained into it. Human beings carrying various layers.

Emotions in Clouds-Tripoli-Libya

Emotions in Clouds-Tripoli-Libya-July 2006

SOME WALKS….(Click to enlarge image)


He walked through the campus of Allahabad university in his college days. Or through pre-partition Lahore in the initial days of his career as a teacher. On the hills of Sagar University of Madhya Pradesh, where he founded the department with the first Vice-chancellor Hari Singh Gaur. His photograph and name are inscribed on the walls of that university department. A legacy of education. And a legacy of morning walks. With him I started having my first conversations in the mornings. Civics and life. The construction of society. And also came to know some first civilian friends of his, amongst the morning walkers.


One of them owns a sports-goods shop on MG Road. He never charged me anything for repairing my football. Walking in the early morning rain is a great feeling. ” You will fall on the slippery stones” some well-wishers told him. But he would not listen. And with him I walked up the hills in the rain. Over the slippery stones. But with that wet walk came the joys of the scent of wet mud in the early morning hour.


 People put on many scents, and creams and after shave lotions. I even came across perfumes with exotic names on the ancient Egyptian Pharoahs in the bazaars of Cairo. Rameses and Nephretiti. But is there a perfume which can match the scent of wet mud after an early morning shower. I have not yet come across such a scent. These early morning rain-walks also introduced me to the joy of  looking at the clouds and the dance of the early morning sun rays piercing the clouds. Purple red skies on an early rainy morning. And the joys of a rainbow on a hill.


On the hills of Lullanagar, I came across my first poet-performer. Over the years I have seen many theatre performers. But the first performer I came across was not in a theatre but on the hills of Lullanagar on morning walks.


He had a poetic name. But some people called him “Gabroo”.He used to write poems on the recent happenings in the country. He would put them down in verse and recite. He would recite about the snowfalls in Lahaul which have cut them off from the rest of the country.Or the recent politics of the country or city. At around 12 years of age, I was first introduced to the live form of this expression of events in society, through poems and words, verses and rhymes,all composed beautifully by this sweet man, whom people called ” Gabroo”,


One man would run with a hockey stick in his hand. He would be running before we came and would yet be running when we would leave after doing some stretching exercises or “Surya Namaskar”. Lullanagar in the mornings introduced me to yoga too. The thing that intrigued us is why does he have that hockey stick in his hand. Running on and on, with a hockey stick in his hand. Does he see any goal post? Does he see any field formation of the game? Is he a former hockey player at the national level? We never asked him. He kept jogging on the hills, with hockey stick in hand. Round and round, without any goal-post in sight. But in that man, running with a hockey stick with no goal post, a question came to my mind. How many of us are like that? Running through the chores of life without any goal-post. What is your goal-post in life. What is your goal-post for the coming year? Or are you just going to keep running with the hockey-stick of life without any goal in sight?


Through these walkers of Lullanagar, Pune, I came across the first club of my life. The morning hour on the hill first introduced me to people from different walks of life, with different orientations and backgrounds.The hill in the morning was our common ground. Cardiologists, teachers, poets, shop-keepers, children collecting stones. Hindus, atheists,professionals, Christians, Parsees, hockey-players,runners,dreamers…Students, priests, chanters of Om.

But most of all these were people who loved the magical morning hour when

 night blends into day.


My father and I would go for morning walks in the hills of Lullanagar. And that wonderful gift of the morning hour, which my father gave me, lives on. Through these walks I have come across wonderful people and many lovely hours sitting on hill tops, becoming one with the universe.

Morning Calm-Green Mountains-Eastern Libya-October 2006

Morning Calm-Green Mountains-                                 Eastern Libya-Oct 2006


About prashant bhatt

A psychologist, interested in mindfulness practices. I practiced medicine as a radiologist for 23 years in India and Libya as a radiologist before shifting to Canada. A regular diarist, journaling since 1983 Reading journal : gracereadings.com
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8 Responses to Walkers at Lullanagar

  1. Dr. Ravi Sharma says:

    great but simple stuff.
    made me very peaceful.
    felt as if I had written all those things. I go for playing badminton daily & of course meet same people daily. we also have a sikh gentleman like your GABROO; an impromptu poet.
    Felt at home reading your stuff. will keep in touch. BTW, i am a surgeon at Jalandhar Punjab.
    Carry on my dear.

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