We know that Sikligar Sikhs were poor,
landless and illiterate. They were something like Gadia- Lohars or a gipsy type
community that had origins in Rajasthan, wherefrom they moved to Madhya
Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Haryana, Punjab, Maharashtra and some other states. Sikligar
Sikhs were ironsmiths/blacksmiths who once specialised in making
and polishing weapons. The Sikligars
were in great demand for manufacturing spears, swords, shields and arrows.
Associated with the Sikh Gurus, most of the Sikligars converted to Sikhism
during the period of the tenth Sikh Guru. Based on their oral tradition, the
Sikligars embraced Sikhism either during the time of Guru Hargobind or Guru
Gobind Singh. They may have encountered Guru Hargobind on his return from
Gwalior or met Guru Gobind Singh on his travels to the South in the latter part
of his life. After embracing Sikhism, many families from this community took up
various other vocations, while some continued with their traditional professions
or roaming artisans who were skilled in making agricultural tools, locks, keys,
knives, scissors, etc. Many among this community became footpath dentists.
After the new Amira Kadal Bridge was
built, the old bridge was not demolished for some years. It was a market of
ramshackle shops selling cheap goods. In this market, one could buy a caged parrot, ready-made
garments, locks, sandals, cheap toothpastes, combs, toothbrushes, used clothes, fake perfumes, cheap cosmetics, cloth, dry fruits,
shoes, pens, electric goods, music
cassettes, cigarette lighters, torches,
imitation jewellery, Saande ka Teil( lizard oil) and many so-called ‘sex power’ tonics and herbs. Some pickpockets were also
active on this bridge market. To cross this bridge, one had to push his way
through a crowded and narrow passage. Pappu had shifted to a spot on this old
bridge and was seen paddling the bicycle kept on a stand. He kept himself busy
sharpening a knife or a pair of scissors to create centrifugal sparks from the rotating
wheel fitted to the bicycle. This was done to attract attention and customers.
He also sold self-made knives that appeared to be sharp razors. Sometimes, I
would see Pappu near Palladium cinema. Sometimes near the ‘Little Sons’ petrol pump
or sometimes inside the KMDA bus stand. I had opened his savings Bank account at the
Amirakadal branch of our bank. He would save also. Both father and son would
move to the plains of the country in December every year and return to Kashmir
sometime around early May of the succeeding year. Both father and son had
picked up some Kashmiri words. They would bring these words into their conversation
with Kashmiri customers. A close friend of mine would always look for Baldev
Singh whenever we went to Tagore Hall or Jawahar Nagar. He would say:-
“Valaa taam karov shogul.”
(Come, let us go for some entertainment.)
He would force me or other friends to
go via Naaz cinema, and if Baldev Singh was there, he would take us to visit
him. He would guide us to keep a hand on our cheek and make a frowny face to give the impression of a severe toothache. Once Baldev Singh saw us, he
would declare:-
“Hum paardarshi hai. Rab ki mehar hai
.Hum ko sab andhar ki khabar hai . Koyi dekhene ki zaroorat nahin hai .Yeh to
maamla khatam hai.Koyi baat nahin. Nikaale ga dandh. Concession karega .Nahin
aayega rath (blood). Pataa nahin chalega. Koyee dard nahin hoga. Pakh sa beh
(come and sit). Dekho Baldev Singh ka 'daste shifa’.”
(I can see all inside out. God is kind to
me. Without any physical inspection, I know the story of your gums. These teeth are
all gone. Don’t worry. I shall do the extraction. You will get a concession. No
bleeding. You will not know what I did. No pain at all. Come, dear, sit.
See Baldev Singh’s hand that heals.)
It was a skill to free yourself from
Baldev Singh. Our friend would guide us to say:-
‘I have no money this time. ’
Or
“Sardar Ji, I will come tomorrow. Will
you be at the same spot? Are you sure you are coming tomorrow?”
Sometimes we would engage Baldev Singh
in secondary talks like seeking the price of dentures, fillings and crowns
supposedly meant for parents. Simple fun was intended. My friend would visit
Baldev Singh quite often for fun and entertainment. And Baldev Singh was not a
foo,l as our friend understood. He had come to understand that his time was
being wasted. He repaid this in his own style.
One day, Baldev Singh came closer to my friend and
started inspecting his gums. He suddenly cried, “Khatam-Khatam, iss ko dast
e shifa se theek kar dega eik do aur teen or, finish–finish, I will remove this problem with my hand of cure, one
two and here it is three. “ . And he actually extracted teeth that had
no problem. As time passed, this extraction cleared the road for further
extraction of some more teeth that caught the painful infection from Baldev
Singh’s Daste Shifa.. A trouble that had
been invited. And finally, this friend had to visit Dr Koul, a dentist from Jawahar Nagar, Srinagar, for
about three months to get free from Baldev Singh’s ‘ Dast e Shifa ‘.
(Avtar
Mota)

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