कडेकोट बंदोबस्तात वावरण्याची गरज

श्रीरामपूरला काही मोठ्या व्यक्तींचं आगमन झालं होतं आणि का आणि कसं कुणास ठाऊक मीही त्यावेळी तिथं होतो. सत्तरच्या ट्ट येत होते. व्हीव्हीआयपी हा शब्द खूप नंतर रुढ झाला.त्याकाळात नेते आणि सामान्य लोक यामध्ये फारसे अंतर नसायचे.

तर या महत्त्वाच्या लोकांबरोबर आगेमागे पंन्नास-साठ लोक असतील. शालेय विद्यार्थी असल्याने हाफ पॅन्टमध्ये असलेलो मी पण त्यांच्याबरोबर येत होते. ते लोक बोलतबोलत येत असताना राम मंदिराच्या जवळ असताना त्या गर्दीमध्ये अगदी केंद्रस्थानी असलेल्या व्यक्तीपाशी मी पोहोचलो. सफारी ड्रेससारखे कपडे घातलेल्या त्या व्यक्तीला मी अक्षरशः खेटलो, म्हणजे त्यांच्या पोशाखाला माझा स्पर्श झाला आणि `आता आपलं काम संपलं' Fate accompli असं स्वतःला बजावून मी झटदिशी बाजूला होऊन पुन्हा त्यांच्याबरोबर चालू लागलो.

ती व्यक्ती त्या दिवशी कुठल्या कार्यक्रमानिमित्त श्रीरामपूरला आली होती हे आता काहीही आठवत नाही. त्या कार्यक्रमाला मी हजेरी लावली असणारच याविषयीसुद्धा मला शंका नाही. याविषयी आता काहीही आठवत नसले तरी ती व्यक्ती आणि त्यांना ओझरता का होईना स्पर्श करण्यासाठी मी केलेली धडपड आणि त्यात मला मिळालेले यश हा दोनतीन मिनिटांपुरता घडलेला प्रसंग तब्ब्ल पन्नास वर्षानंतर मला आजही आठवतो.

याचं कारण म्हणजे त्या गर्दीच्या केंद्रस्थानी असलेली ती व्यक्ती होती त्या काळी महाराष्ट्राचे मुख्यमंत्री असलेले वसंतराव नाईक.

खूप वर्षांनंतर महाराष्ट्राचे मुख्यमंत्री बनलेले सुधाकर नाईक यांच्या काही कार्यक्रमांना पुण्यात इंडियन एक्सप्रेसचा बातमीदार म्हणून मी हजर राहिलो तेव्हा या जुन्या आठवणीला उजाळा मिळाला. त्याचबरोबर सुधाकर नाईक चुलते असलेल्या वसंतराव नाईक त्यांच्यासारखेच दिसतात हे पण जाणवलं. फरक फक्त एकच, वसंतराव नाईक यांचे अनेक फोटोमध्ये ते हातातल्या चिरुटसह दिसतात, एकेकाळी बाळासाहेब ठाकरे आणि प्रणव मुखर्जी यांच्याही हातात कायम चिरूट दिसायचा.

पण ही खूप खूप वर्षांनंतरची गोष्ट. श्रीरामपूरच्या या घटनेनंतर दोनतीन वर्षातच मला जेसुईट धर्मगुरु होण्याचे वेध लागले आणि दहावीनंतर मी फादर प्रभूधर यांच्याकडे सातारा जिल्ह्यात कराडला आलो आणि तिथल्या टिळक हायस्कुलात अकरावीसाठी प्रवेश घेतला.

साल होतं १९७६ आणि तो काळ होता ऐन आणिबाणीपर्वाचा. पुढच्या वर्षाच्या फेब्रुवारीत इंदिराबाईनीं आणीबाणी शिथिल केली आणि लोकसभेच्या निवडणुका जाहीर झाल्या. काँग्रेसविरुद्ध वातावरण तापले होते आणि प्रचारसभा सुरु झाल्या. कराड इथल्या प्रचारसभांत कराडच्या आमच्या टिळक हायस्कुलचे माजी विद्यार्थी आणि देशाचे एक ज्येष्ठ केंद्रिय मंत्री असलेल्या यशवंतराव चव्हाण यांच्या कराडमधल्या अनेक निवडणूक कोपरा सभांना मी हजर राहिलो. तिथला दोनशेतीनशे लोकांचा जमाव आणि धोतर, सदरा आणि गांधी टोपी घालणारे यशवंतराव आजही माझ्या नजरेसमोर आहेत.

कराडमधून तेव्हा प्रेमलाकाकी चव्हाण (पृथ्वीराज चव्हाण यांच्या आई, पृथ्वीराज तेव्हा राजकीय क्षितिजावर आलेही नव्हते) काँग्रेसच्या उमेदवार तर यशवंतराव साताऱ्याहून निवडणूक लढवत होते. केंद्रिय मंत्री असले तरी आणि काँग्रेसविरुद्ध देशात (खरं पाहिलं तर गायपट्ट्यात ) आणि महाराष्ट्रात वातावरण तापले होते तरी केंद्रिय मंत्री असलेल्या यशवंतरावांच्या अवतीभोवती एकही सुरक्षारक्षक नव्हता !

गोव्यात द नवहिंद टाइम्सला , औरंगाबादला लोकमत टाइम्सला आणि नंतर पुण्यात इंडियन एक्सप्रेसमध्ये, टाइम्स ऑफ इंडियात आणि अलीकडे सकाळ माध्यमसमूहाच्या महाराष्ट्र हेराल्ड- सकाळ टाइम्समध्ये काम करताना कितीतरी व्हिव्हिआयपी लोकांना अगदी जवळून भेटण्याची, त्यांच्याशी बोलण्याशी आणि हस्तांदोलन करण्याची संधी मिळाली.

पंतप्रधान विश्वनाथ प्रताप सिंह, महाराष्ट्र जनता दलाच्या प्रदेशाध्यक्ष मृणाल गोरे यांच्याबरोबर मुकुंद संगोराम आणि मी पुण्यातल्या लोहेगाव विमानतळाच्या छोटयाशा केबिनमध्ये ( फक्त चौघे जण ) अर्धापाऊण तास होतो यावर आता माझा स्वतःचा विश्वास बसत नाही, इतरांची काय कथा !

त्याचवर्षी मराठा चेंबरमध्ये राजीव गांधी यांच्याबरोबर इतर पत्रकारांसह मी हस्तांदोलन केलं. त्याच्या नंतरच्या वर्षीच राजीव गांधींची हत्या झाल्यावर जून १९९२ ला मी महाराष्ट्राचे मुख्यमंत्री शरद पवार यांच्या गाडीत बीबीसीचे सॅम मिलर, इंडियन एक्सप्रेसचे नरेन करुणाकरण यांच्यासह बसून बारामती ते लोहेगाव विमानतळ असा प्रवास करत पंतप्रधानपदासाठी शर्यतीत उतरलेल्या पवार यांची आम्ही मुलाखत घेतली.

माजी पंतप्रधान चंद्रशेखर यांच्याशी कामशेतपाशी असलेल्या त्यांच्या `भारत यात्रा' केंद्र असलेल्या परंदवाडी येथे हस्तांदोलन करून संवाद साधला. काळाच्या ओघात आणि पत्रकाराच्या भूमिकेत असल्याने विविध क्षेत्रांतील अशा कितीतरी व्हिव्हिआयपी व्यक्तींशी जवळून संबंध आला. अशावेळी सुरक्षेचा कुणीही कधी बाऊ करत नसत. पंतप्रधान इंदिरा गांधी यांची स्वतःच्या सुरक्षारक्षकांनी हत्या केल्याची पार्श्वभूमी असतानासुद्धा अशी परिस्थिती होती हे विशेष !

हा, दहा वर्षांपूर्वी एकदा गोव्यात कुठल्याशा बेटावरून फेरीबोटने प्रवास करताना मात्र एक व्हिव्हिआयपी कडक बंदोबस्तात वावरताना दिसली. मात्र त्याबाबत मला मुळीच आश्चर्य वाटलं नव्हतं. त्या फेरीबोटमध्ये एके-४७ बाळगणाऱ्या ब्लॅक कमांडोसह उभे असणातरी ती व्यक्ती होती पंजाबमध्ये अतिरेक्यांच्या कारवायांचा बिमोड करणारे भारतचे सुपरकॉप आणि पंजाबचे माजी राज्यपाल ज्युलियो

रिबेरो!

आपल्या पदावरून निवृत्त होऊनसुद्धा त्यांना कायम कडेकोट बंदोबस्तात वावरण्याची गरज होती (आजही आहे ) याचे कारण म्हणजे अतिरेक्यांच्या हिट लिस्टवर ते कायम असणार आहेत. मागे युरोपात रोमानियात भारताचे राजदूत असताना त्यांच्यावर झालेल्या प्राणघातक हल्ल्यातून ते वाचले होते. सुवर्ण मंदिरात कारवाई करणारे तेव्हाचे लष्कर प्रमुख जनरल अरुण वैद्य असेच पुण्यात अतिरेक्यांच्या हल्ल्याचे बळी ठरले होते.

कायम सुरक्षाव्यवस्थेची खरीखुरी गरज असणारे ज्युलियो रिबेरो हे अपवादात्मक व्यक्तिमत्व आहे. केंद्रात किंवा राज्यात एखादे महत्त्वाचे किंवा संवेदनशील पद सोडल्यावर बहुतांश वेळेला त्या नेत्यांना सुरक्षेची गरज भासत नाहीत. देशात आणि राज्यात अशी कितीतरी उदाहरणे आहेत. काही व्यक्तींना मात्र सत्तेत कधीही कुठलेही पद न सांभाळता सुरक्षेची गरज भासते. याचे कारण म्हणजे त्यांचा वाचाळपणा.

हल्ली मात्र परिस्थिती बदलली आहे. सत्तेवर असलेल्या अनेक नेत्यांना सुरक्षारक्षकांच्या गराड्याशिवाय सार्वजनिकरीत्या वावरणे अशक्य झाले आहे. लोकप्रतिनिधींना लोकांचं भय वाटतं. कधी कुणी शाई फेकण्याची शक्यता असते, कधी कुणी काळे शर्ट वा काळी ओढणी फडकावण्याची भिती असते. त्याच्यामुळे कुठेही जमणाऱ्या लोकांची फ्रिस्किंग किंवा अंग चाचपून कडक तपासणी करणे आवश्यक बनले आहे.

वर्ध्याला साहित्य संमेलनाच्या स्थळी व्हिव्हिआयपी लोकांच्या भेटींदरम्यान तिथे पोलीस छावणीचे रुप आले होते, खुद्द संमेलनाध्यक्ष माजी न्यायमूर्ती नरेंद्र चपळगावकर यांनाही या सुरक्षाव्यवस्थेचा फटका बसला, अशा बातम्या वाचल्या आणि मागच्या या काही घटना सहज आठवल्या ..

Rajiv Gandhi’s election rally and a camera roll in my pocket

Rajiv Gandhi’s election rally and a camera roll in my pocket

As a journalist, I have been privileged to have come into close contact, interacted, interviewed or even shaken hands with prime ministers, former prime ministers or the would be prime ministers. These comprise Indira Gandhi, P. V. Narasinha Rao, Atal Behari Vajpayee, Rajiv Gandhi, Vishwanath Pratap Singh and Chandra Shekhar in the same order. I am sure not many journalists of the new generation would be able to equal this feat. Present Prime Minister Narendra Modi who is elected for the second consecutive term abhors the idea of interacting with or taking questions from journalists or from anyone.

Among the above mentioned former prime ministers, the entire public life and political career of Rajiv Gandhi was the shortest one, only eleven years, and journalists of my generations were witness to this entire career.

Rajiv Gandhi came into the public gaze for the first time in 1980 after the accidental death of his younger brother, Sanjay Gandhi, to whom Prime Minister Indira Gandhi had groomed as her political heir. Much against his wishes, Rajiv then had had to give up his career as a pilot to enter into the shoes of his younger brother to be the Congress general secretary and also an MP from Amethi. After the brutal assassination of his mother three years later, he was destined to be India s prime minister the youngest to be occupy the seat, at 40.

As a final year college student, I had watched Indira Gandhi from a very close distance at Hotel Mandovi in Panjim in Goa in December 1979. She was then on a whirlwind tour of the nation to romp back to power. Half an hour later at the Campal ground near Miramar beach, I had experienced her oratory powers. Only three years later, as a reporter of The Navhind Times, I covered the CHOGM (Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting) retreat in Goa which was attended by 39 heads of the states including United Kingdom Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, Australian Prime minister Bob or Robert Hawke and Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi was of course the hostess of this CHOGM retreat.

Rajiv Gandhi government announced demarcation of Goa, Daman and Diu Union Territory and full statehood to Goa in 1987. I was then completing a diploma in journalism in Russia and Bulgaria. But I was back in Goa before the Goa statehood ceremony. Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi attended the statehood ceremony at the same Campal ground. I however missed the opportunity to cover the prime minister’s function as only two reporters from The Navhind Times were allotted the press passes.

I got the opportunity to cover the prime minister function when I joined The Indian Express in Pune two years later. Rajiv Gandhi government had completed five years term and general elections were to be held in December 1989. The Prime Minister was scheduled to address an election rally in Pune and I was issued a reporter’s pass to cover the poll meeting.

As a security measures, all of us reporters were instructed not to carry anything with us except the notepad and a pen. The entire election meeting venue was barricaded with bamboos and at each entrance, people were thoroughly screened by the security personnel. Our team of journalists too was stopped at the entrance leading to the press section. The reporters too were being allowed to go ahead only after undergoing a frisking. When my turn came, the security person detected something into my pant pocket. He looked questioningly at me as I took out the small object from the pocket. It was a camera roll which I had planned to take to a photo studio for developing colour photo prints.

My face turned pale and I fumbled for words as the security men told me firmly that I cannot proceed to the press section along with that object. I did not carry a photographer’s pass and there was no reason for me to carry the camera roll at the venue of the prime minister’s rally. No, no, I was not to drop that suspicious object at the rally venue, I would have to go back and dispose it off some other place, I was curtly told.

By this time, other reporters had proceeded to the press section. Cursing myself for the folly, I turned back, walked through the bamboo barricades for almost half a kilometer and then flung the camera roll far off into the tress along the road .I rushed back, was again frisked by the security men and allowed to join my fraternity members at the press section.

It was getting dark and as I settled into my seat, there was sudden hectic movement at a corner near the raised pandal. Rahul, Rahul Gandhi has come, were the words being said by some people with unconcealed excitement. I saw a bespectacled teenager, clad in white pyjama and white Nehru shirt stepping down briskly from a makeshift ladder. Rahul disappeared from our sight even before the team of photographers could adjust their camera shutters.

When Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi began his speech, it was past 7 pm. In the lit up podium, we from the press section could see him clearly, turning to various directions to establish rapport with the large assembly. Sometimes he paused to sip water kept near him, occasionally he wiped out sweat from his face with the white scarf around his neck. My colleague reporter Naren Karunakaran was assigned to cover the speech while my assignment was to report sidelines of the election rally.

The next day, The Indian Express carried the prime minister’s speech and photo on the front page and continuation and rally highlights were carried on inside pages. In the sidelights, I had mentioned presence of young Rahul Gandhi . I had also mentioned that prime minister Rajiv Gandhi was visibly tensed with the prevalent hostile political atmosphere against his government as he continued to wipe out the sweat on his face and repeatedly drank water during his speech. Our newspaper forever known for its an anti establishment stance had typically carried this small sidelight prominently in a box item.

A couple of days, we journalists in Pune travelled in cars to attend some event. As soon as he settled into the seat beside the car driver, Kiran Thakur of The Indian Post asked me. Camil, who had filed the box news story on the Rajiv Gandhi in The Indian Express ?

When I replied that it was my story, he said. “But isn’t it natural for an orator speaking for over half an hour to sip water in between or clean his face with a cloth ? It was not proper to infer from this act that Rajiv was tensed or scared because of the hostile political atmosphere Camil, let me tell you frankly it was ethically not right.. That is not journalism ! ”

There was truth in what Kiran Thakur who later became the head of journalism course at Savitribai Phule Pune University,, was telling. I could not defend or justify the box news item. To this date, I am ashamed of the content of the box news story I had filed that day.

The Congress led by Rajiv Gandhi lost power in 1989 elections and Vishwanath Pratap Singh was elected the next prime minister. A few months later, Rajiv Gandhi, now leader of the Opposition, addressed a press conference at the Mahratta Chamber of Commerce and Industries hall at Tilak Road in Pune. Senior journalists including Gopalrao Patwardhan, Kiran Thakur and Rajiv Sabade had penned down a few questions in English and Hindi for Gandhi and distributed them among us journalists. On behalf of The Indian Express, I too read out a question and Rajiv Gandhi had replied to it.

At the end of the press meet, Rajiv Gandhi stood at the hall entrance and shook hands with all press personnel present there. When it was my turn, I introduced myself “Camil Parkhe from Indian Express ” He smiled as he shook hands with me. That smiling face of Rajiv Gandhi is afresh in my mind to this date.

Nearly two years later, Rajiv Gandhi was assassinated at an election rally at Sriperumbudur, near Chennai. As it became clear that a teenager girl Dhanu welcoming the former prime minister with a garland was his assassin, an earlier incident flashed before me. I instinctively recalled the scene when I was denied entry at Rajiv Gandhi election rally in Pune because I carried a camera roll.

The refusal of the security personnel to allow me to carry that tiny object to the press section which was around 200 meters away from the dais was a very minor incident. Although initially upset, I had totally forgotten the incident because after disposing off the objectionable object, I was able to attend the election rally. This otherwise insignificant event immediately turned memorable for me in the contest of the circumstances in which Rajiv Gandhi was brutally assassinated.