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‘Ladka toh refugee hai.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. After all I, a Delhi-born boy to Delhi-born parents, was being referred to as a refugee formally, for the first time in my adult life; that too, by none other than my would-be in-laws. This was in 2003, a full fifty-six years after my grandparents had landed in Delhi, from Multan district in Pakistan, after Partition. No marks for guessing that it was meant not as a statement of fact but as a reminder of aukaat for a service-class Punjabi who had won the heart of their most beloved Baniya ‘Jain’ daughter, who came from a business family.
In fact, professional competence cannot outweigh loyalty and the ability to take risks.
