M Krishna Murthy, now 101 years old, fondly reminisces about his early years under the rule of Nizam Mir Osman Ali Khan in Hyderabad, a time when India was still bound under colonial rule, 13 years away from independence. The city was adorned with a trade fair known as the “Numaish Masnuāt-e-Mulki,” showcasing local crafts and products in the lush public gardens constructed during the Nizam’s reign, during which he was considered one of the wealthiest individuals globally. Murthy recalls how streets were meticulously maintained and illuminated, creating an atmosphere of pride among the locals who considered it a privilege to be subjects of the Nizam.
Murthy highlights the enigmatic nature of the Nizam’s character, with contrasting opinions on his generosity. He particularly cherishes memories of the Nizam’s Prime Minister, Maharaja Sir Kishen Pershad, who used to make grand gestures by tossing newly minted coins to children lining the streets during parades. “I still have the two paise and three paise,” Murthy affirms, reflecting contently on the affluence that characterized those times. Commemorating the abundance during his childhood, he recalls how the Nizam’s ministers would distribute gifts during festive occasions like Diwali and Eid.
As time marched on, Murthy acknowledges that the vibrance of the city has waned. Having spent his life journeying between the neighborhoods of Chadrkhandil and Bazaarghat, he laments the loss of the historical skyline, filled with architectural marvels such as tombs and gardens, now overshadowed by towering glass and metal structures. “Hyderabad then was about vineyards, gardens, mosques, and palaces,” he reflects nostalgically.
Born on June 15, 1924, Murthy navigated through a tapestry of cultures and languages in Hyderabad. He is well-versed in multiple languages, including Telugu, Urdu, Hindi, and English, with a smattering of Marathi picked up during his service in Pune with the Indian Army from 1941 to 1951. His military experience coincided with India’s transition from British rule to independence, allowing him to witness history unfold, albeit from a distance. Serving in the Remount Veterinary Corps, he recalls the moment when the Tricolour was raised on August 15, 1947, although as a young soldier, he didn’t fully grasp the significance of independence.
Murthy continues to thrive, living with his two daughters and son in Yousufguda, despite the passing of his wife, Savitri Devi, in 2019. His mental acuity remains sharp, and he combats the effects of aging through daily exercises, attributing much of his well-being to the discipline instilled by the army. He fondly remembers his athleticism, particularly excelling in football, which aided in his enlistment.
From a poignant chapter in his life, he recollects a commendation from Field Marshal KM Cariappa for his handwriting. Serving in Meerut around 1946, Murthy was tasked with recording duties on a blackboard, catching the attention of the distinguished General, who praised his penmanship.
Although he stays engaged with national politics and was keenly following the recent general elections, Murthy expresses a sense of disillusionment with contemporary political dynamics. He harbors respect for historical leaders like Jawaharlal Nehru and Kishen Pershad, recognizing their perceived wisdom and contributions to the nation.
Another defining moment in his life occurred around 1950 when he was part of B.R. Ambedkar’s security team during a visit to Hyderabad. Although he longed to sit in on the discussions, he was relegated to guard duty outside the venue.
After leaving the army, Murthy transitioned into a quieter life as a nurse and compounder at Pradeep Clinic in Gunfoundry, a role he held until his retirement in 1985. His experience in the army did not deter him from political aspirations, as he sought to run for office as an independent candidate. His brief political career, characterized by a rigorous grassroots campaign supported by local students, ultimately ended in a loss, yet he returned stoically to his life in healthcare, leaving behind any intentions of entering politics again.
Murthy’s journey reflects an era of significant change, marked by personal memories intertwined with the history of a city and a nation in transition. His recollections serve not only as remarkable anecdotes from a bygone era but as a testament to the profound transformations that have taken place in Hyderabad and India over the last century.
