March 1993. We were going by train to attend the three days Central Working Committee of  E.III All India Union at Calcutta from 18th to 20th March 1993. Com. Moni was the General Secretary and myself President elected from Bhopal AIC after a stiff contest. This was the second working committee and first after parallel list was floated by the disruptors. Hence a large number of observers were attending the meeting.

Com.Moni Bose was a man who wants perfection in everything. He was fond of good food and also very particular that others also should have  the same. During the period I stayed with him at Dada Ghosh Bhawan and also whenever I have gone to his house in Calcutta, I have been overwhelmed by his loving care and pressure on me to consume the best food in large quantity. Even in his old age, he used to go to the market to buy vegetables.

It was not different in the train journey to Calcutta. In addition to two  of us there were  Com. Hari Om Dutt Sharma, Circle Secretary Delhi and many other comrades from Delhi, U.P., Haryana etc.  As per direction of Moni Bose, Com. Raghubir Singh, our office clerk, has brought a large number of chappathis in a dubba, sabji, fruits and what not. Com.Bagraj Khari, Treasurer, who boarded from his Ghaziabad also brought many eatables. It was really a feast.  It was supplied to some other passengers also. The journey was a time for eating and also discussion about the holding of the CWC and other union matters. As usual, I took many cups of tea and coffee in the train.

The CEC meeting was fruitful and took many important decisions. I wanted some books to be purchased and during the lunch break on the second day I got down from the Yuba Kendra building where the CEC was holding and caught a riksha to go to the book stall. I was pondering on some issues, but after a few minutes, all of a sudden I felt that the riksha was moving very very slowly. Looking to the rikshawalla, I realised to my shock that it was not a cycle riksha. A very old weak man was pulling the riksha by his hands and slowly moving forward. It was a hand pulled riksha.

I asked him to stop and got down. I asked him what is the charge to the book  stall. He said Rs.5 and I gave him the money. I engaged a taxi  and went to the book stall. 

Even now, one can see many hand pulled rikshas in the norther cities. In some cities like Calcutta, they were offered cycle / auto rikshas by the government, but many still prefer to their hand pulled rikshas.

1976. Com.A.K.Gopalan, M.P. along with wife Com.Suseela Gopalan reached Calicut by train in the morning. As asked by Advocate Com. P.K.Kunhirama Poduval, I went to the railway station and brought them in his car to his residence at Chalappuram. AKG was very ill. Dr. C.B.C.Warrier and Dr. N.S.Venugopal came and checked the condition of AKG. He took rest in the day. Party leaders came and met him.

They were to go to Coimbatore that night itself. I was asked to go to the Railway Station and confirm the ticket. As an M.P., A.K.G. was fully eligible with one co-passenger for free travel in First Class, but the reservation has to be made at the Railway Station with a  reservation charge of Rs. 2 or so. I went to the station, met the Station Master, who immediately made the reservation, even without taking any reservation charges from me.  He said it a was privilege for him.

It was the night train going to Coimbatore side, reaching Calicut about 22.00 hours or so. According to the time schedule, we went to the station and the train was already in the platform. With the luggage, medicine bag etc. we got in to the First Class compartment, in which the reservation was made. I went first through the corridor and finding the door closed of the particular coupe, knocked. After some time, one person opened and told that both the berths are reserved from Mangalore. I was telling him that the berths are reserved for Com.A.K.Gopalan M.P., but without saying anything he closed the door. I was shocked. Coms.AKG and Suseela were standing in the corridor behind me. Both of them were very tired. They heard what was spoken by the passengers. I was expecting sharp reaction from AKG, but both he and Suseela Gopalan were standing calm. I was ashamed of myself having put them in such a difficult situation. If I had contacted the station master when we reached the railway station, he would certainly have taken it a privilege to accompany Com. AKG to the train and there would have been no problem.

I rushed out to go to the TTE or Station Master, but the train started. I helplessly looked at the train with Com.A.K.G. and Com. Suseela Gopalan standing in the corridor with their luggage on the floor. I was horrified having put them in such an unhappy situation. I ran to the station master and informed that AKG has not got the reserved berth. He assured to do the needful immediately.

I rushed to the telephone exchange and contacted our union comrades at Tirur and Shornur to go to the Railway station and to ensure the berths for Com.AKG and Suseela Gopalan.  They got in the compartment when it arrived and got the information from the TTE that as soon as the train left, the Railway Officers who were sleeping in the coupe, realised their mistake, came out, apologised to Com.AKG, pleaded to be forgiven and they themselves put the luggage inside and arranged everything.

It was with much apprehension that next day I contacted Com. Suseela Gopalan at Coimbatore. But she calmly told not to worry, they have got the berths without delay. It was then and then only that I was relieved. But still, sometime when I remember the incident, I feel guilty and can not pardon myself.

1977 May.

Have you heard about Warrangal chillies? They are famous – for its size, red colour, and very hot. I was in Delhi and wife at Calicut. When I informed her  that I was going to Warrangal to attend CWC meeting of E.III(N) Union, she told me to bring some chillies. Fine.

After reaching Warrangal I told Com. J.Sampath Rao, Circle Secretary, who was organisng the CWC, about my wife’s request. Before proceeding, two words about Sampath Rao. A great organiser and leader, who have a big heart and always think big in every aspect. When the CHQ was worried about how to raise funds for purchasing a car for union, he offered and within months collected and handed over Rs. 1.75 lakhs, the cost of purchasing a Maruti 800 Car. Tours with him was always interesting. Everywhere, members will surround him to speak to him and I think he knew each and every worker in the whole of A.P.  A large number of workers will be with him to immediately act upon what he says.

Coming to the point. When along with Delhi comrades, I have boarded the train back to Delhi, Sampath Rao and some other comrades came to the compartment and put a big sack under the seats and said ‘your requirement’. They were immediately gone as the train started. I understood what was in the sack. I only wanted maximum one kg, but this was one full sack.

After some time, there was the sharp smell of the chillies. It spread all over the compartment within no time. Delegates with me understood what was in the sack. Passengers were asking where from the smell was coming. I had apprehension whether I will have to throw it away. After some time every body was adjusted to the situation.

Some lady delegates from Delhi were with us. They were very much interested about the chillies. After getting down at Delhi station, we opened the sack. There were three covers inside to prevent the smell coming out  but still strong smell. Distributed chillies to all. After a few days on going to Calicut, I gave the chilly packet to  my wife. Of course she was happy.

1997. It was the period of Membership Verification in Telecom Employees Employees Union Class III. The question was which is the correct E.III Union,  headed by V.A.N.Namboodiri or by M.B.Vichare? Continued tours were being organised by both the groups to ensure their own victory.

I had been touring district by district in circles along with other leading comrades. The tour in Bihar circle was decided from 2nd June 1997. I started from Delhi on 1st with with the scheduled arrival of the train at about 10.00 hours next day. I could not get any reservation. Delhi Patna route is one of the busiest in the country. And to get reservation ticket, you had to be in the queue for many hours. No time. Another secret. Reservation will cost more, which the union was not able to spend in that difficult time of financial crisis. Somehow managed the night by sitting.

A meeting was arranged at Patna at noon and I had to go to  Ranchi by 19.00 hours train.   But by about 09.00 hours in the morning the train halted at a very small station. Even after about half an hour, there was no sign of train moving. People got down in  the platform. On enquiry, it was found that there was a murder at Bhimapur and a bandh has been declared resulting in all the trains halted wherever they had reached. Trains were being picketted also.

I had not taken breakfast with the hope that it can be taken after reaching Patna and a good bath. It became certain that hours will take for the block to be cleared and train to start. It was such a small station, there was not even a tea shop. About half a furlong away two small tea shops were seen. Along with two others rushed there, took tea and two tasteless biscuits which was only what was available.

Waited and waited. At last the train started. Reached Patna Station at about 20.00 hours. It was difficult to get down, as the platform was full of people. Trains were in all the platforms. Somehow got down with my heavy suit case with dresses, books etc. Even to move an inch forward was  impossible. It was 7th or 8th platform and I had to go out to meet our friends there. Mobile services have started only a few months back and of course none of us had mobile phones. Whether our comrades will be there was also not known. Some how I climbed the stairs and was slowly moving to the first platform. The rush became so thick that I thought that I will be crushed to death. I even thought of throwing the suitcase on the track and jumping afterwards, which was suicidal. At that moment a burly railway porter with   many bags in head was moving the same way. I managed to get directly behind him. I was saved. I walked behind him and without any casualty.  Reached first plat form. Went to RMS office. Our comrades were waiting there. Noon meeting already missed.

Our train to Ranchi which was to start at 1900  will be ready to start by 21.00 hours. Took some tiffin. Started for the concerned platform. I felt relieved as there was help now.  The train was ready. Our comrades took me to the RMS compartment since there was no chance to get in any other compartment. The RMS comrades arranged two berths inside. I was so tired, I lied down.

But another trouble.  A policemen came to the compartment and asked the RMS sorters to allow their superior officer and family to get in and occupy the berths. Sorters told the berths are occupied. The policeman brought TTE to verify, whether we are sorters. TTE verified and we were safe. But in every station, postal bags were put in and the space was being cramped.

After three four stations again  policemen came with Railway officials to create trouble. I told our comrades ‘let us go to  other compartment. No need to make trouble for our RMS comrades’.  Since the front doors were blocked by the police, we got down by the backside and entered the next compartment and somehow got seats. The Railway officials entered the RMS compartment, but we were not there.

Next day we reached Ranch. The tour continued in that part of Bihar, which later became Jharkhand state.

It was in the 1970s, probably in 1976.

P and T Co-ordinating Committee Mangalore was organising a big convention and they wanted former Chief Minister Kerala and veteran CPM(I) leader Com.E.M.S.Namboodiripad to inaugurate the same. I spoke to him and he agreed. Com.E.M.S. reached Calicut from Trivandrum by the early morning by train. He was accommodated in the Railway  room already reserved. The Non-Vegetarian restaurant owner came and told that he will arrange whatever food is required, instead of bringing it from the usual hotel in the town. He was specifically told that salt and chilli should be avoided as also oil.  EMS ate only very little quantity of  food. He smilingly confided to me that oil and salt were there and that probably the restaurant owner might have thought how a person can take food less these ingredients. The bill was paid with out complaining.

We boarded the train to Mangalore. I had booked  first class for him. I was in ordinary compartment.  In between, I went to his room and he was writing.  I did not want him to be disturbed. At Mangalore Railway Station, local P and T  comrades came with union flag and banner to receive us.  Com.EMS handed over me a cover addressed to the Chintha Weekly and asked me to post the same so that it will reach in time. He had written for his regular question and answers column in Chintha Weekly while in the train. Not a minute wasted. That was Com.EMS.

The meeting was held in the Head Post Office. Com. EMS inaugurated and touched upon general issues as well as on P & T issues. Looking to a photo hanging on the wall, EMS asked ‘whose photo’? I replied that it was the photo of Babu Tarapada Mukherjee, founder leader of Postal Movement. He commented ‘so you have your union leader’s photo also in the office?’  It was a fact that in many Post Offices, Tarapada’s photo used to be there. No body objected. It came to my mind that in all the India Coffee Houses in the country, Com.AKG’s photo will be in prominent place. He was the person who ensured existence of India Coffee Houses, through forming co-op societies, when the Coffee Board decided to close them all.

(I used to meet Com. EMS whenever he came to Calicut. I also used to visit him whenever I went to Delhi, during his stay there. He was always considerate. I will write about those meetings sometimes later).