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A Strange Cocktail: Poetry and Scotch with Khushwant Singh in Bhutan

Khushwant Singh Sahab, India’s leading journalist, novelist, and lover of poetry, passed away on 20 March 2014 at his home in Delhi. I remember him as a humble person visiting me with his wife at my high-altitude snow-clad hospital in Chukha, Bhutan, in February 1985.

Over Special Courier Scotch Blend Whiskey and the roaring fire from Bhukhari, he asked me many questions to which I didn’t have a reply. He understood. I recited a couple of poems, which were published in the Bhutanese national newspaper, Kuensel. He and his wife enjoyed my hospitality.

While leaving, he looked into my eyes and said, ‘Kuch to haih.’ He wrote about me in his columns in the Times of India, ‘With Malice Towards One and All’, which gave me instant fame. He said, “I can’t understand this single doctor sitting on a mountaintop and writing love poems. He must be surrounded by a bevy of beautiful Bhutanese damsels.” 

MJ Akbar, editor of Sunday magazine also visited me from Calcutta. His article on me had the headline, ‘The Mad Man of Bhutan’. He believed that I was in spiritual pursuit. This madness persists. My love for Bhutan and some special Bhutanese individuals also insist.

Dasho Lyonpo Om Pradhan

I met Dasho Lyonpo Om Pradhan, in 1985, at the Bhutanese Embassy in Delhi. He was the serving ambassador of the Royal Government of Bhutan to India.

Fluent in Urdu, Hindi, Nepalese and Dzonkha, he showed a keen interest in Arts and Literature of India and Bhutan.

Memories of his personal library within the embassy, the books he gifted, and long late-night conversations, sipping scotch, on China, India-Bhutan relations, querying the existence of Yeti beyond the borders and higher ranges of Gangkhar Punzum, the possibility of a Shangri-la somewhere hidden there, gave deeper insight to my pursuit.

At the guest house within the embassy that night, I dreamt of flying lamas and eternity.

Eternity has space
Eternity has a flower

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Dr Amitabh Mitra
Amitabh Mitra is a poet, artist, and medical doctor based in East London, South Africa. He is the Head of the Trauma and Emergency Medicine Department of a tertiary hospital complex in the black township of Mdantsane. It is the second-biggest Black township after Soweto. Recently, the Department of Arts and Culture, in association with Oxfam, honoured him for his contribution and long-standing devotion to the people of Mdantsane.
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  • I would like to commend Dr Mitra on recording his memoirs with such profound honesty and an eye for detail. Being a bone setter, Artist, Poet and Kindness Embassador all rolled in one, he has captured the reader with his writings. His vast knowledge on almost any subject leaves one astonished and richer to say the least. I met Dr Mitra many times and I had the good fortune of him paying my family and I visits. Too, I think most poets are weird because they have the third eye. They can sip whisky the whole night and talk about the beauty and evil in the world thus forgetting that it is time to rest their bodies. All the best Dr.

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