In the heart of Srinagar, Kashmir, amidst the bustling streets and the timeless flow of Habbakadal Bridge, there existed an unforgettable persona known to all – Peetkak, the betel nut/leaf seller. The early Sixties marked an era where Peetkak’s ageless charm and distinctive presence left an indelible mark on the memories of those fortunate enough to witness his captivating personality.
Peetkak’s small shop, nestled beside Zind Panwala’s, was a cultural hub for the locals. The desire to listen to Radio Ceylon’s Binaca Geetmala and cricket match commentaries on the radio, placed strategically in Peetkak’s shop, drew people from both sides of the bridge. In a time when owning a radio was a luxury, Peetkak’s shop became the gateway to entertainment for the entertainment lovers.
Standing tall and robust, Peetkak’s face was adorned with a prominent tilak in the center of his forehead, adding to his distinctive allure. Patrons and admirers often noted the discreet cup of red wine by his side, cleverly concealed from the view of customers. Sipping at intervals, Peetkak maintained a cheerful temperament, smoothly engaging with his clientele.
Habbakadal Chawk bore witness to Peetkak’s charisma, a result of his wit and audacity. His shop, strategically placed near the bookstores of Mr. Kapoor and Ali Muhammad, became a central point in the fortress of Srinagar city. The Habbakadal area, where my ancestral home was situated near Purushyar Mohalla, was enriched by the presence of Peetkak and his unique shop.
Peetkak’s close familiarity with his customers set him apart. He remembered their preferences and adeptly presented them with their preferred Pan or betel leaf. His shop, almost an extension of his personality, became a haven for those seeking not only betel leaves but also a sense of connection and amity.
Those were the days when amidst the peace in the valley, attempts to disrupt social harmony by anti-social and destructive elements were ongoing. Peetkak, with a touch of wisdom, would often express his concern about the daily closures, curfews, protests, and demonstrations in the city. He would often say to me, “Get out of here, or you’ll end up selling betel leaves all your life like me.”
As time marches on, the memories of Peetkak resurface up, bringing with them a sense of nostalgia and reflection. Today, I find myself pondering over whether he still exists in this world and also, I begin to understand the profound wisdom in Peetkak’s words. As a matter of fact, fate or destiny significantly shapes our future, influencing our career and life’s path. My journey led me from Kashmir to Kurukshetra University, then to the historic land of Rajasthan and ultimately to Dubai, a dream-land of fascination and magnificence. The unknown possibilities that lie ahead always continue to intrigue.
Peetkak remains a vivid thread, intricately woven into the fabric of a bygone era in the old-fashioned lanes of Habbakadal. His unforgettable presence leaves an indelible mark on the memories of those who were fortunate enough to witness the timeless charisma of this Panwala/betel-leaf seller.
Author is Former Fellow, IIAS, Rashtrapati Nivas, Shimla. He can be mailed at skraina123@gmail.com
