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Authors: Faith Johnston

Four Miles to Freedom

BOOK: Four Miles to Freedom

Published by Random House India in 2013

Copyright © Faith Johnston 2013

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For Manbir and for all those who suffered loss or separation because of the 1971 War



Map of Northwestern India and Pakistan

Indian Air Force POWs in Pakistan: December 1971

Rawalpindi (Midnight, 12 August 1972)

Near Jullundur (10 December 1971)


Rawalpindi (13 August 1972)

Christmas Day (1971)

Settling In

Peshawar (13 August 1972)

The Map


On the Road to Jamrud (13 August)

False Start



Welcome to Khyber (13 August)

The Simla Conference

The Wall

Landi Kotal

The Tehsildar





Timeline: Bangladesh War of Independence and Indo-Pakistan War 1971




Two years ago I sat in Dilip Parulkar's spacious living room in Pune, listening. Dilip was holding a tiny recorder in one hand, leaning forward in a low carved chair. It was late morning and he had just come in from tennis. Still wearing his tennis shorts and jacket, this sturdy man with his square, handsome face and ready smile had now turned his energy to another task. He was starting to tell me the story of how he and two other airmen escaped from a POW camp in Pakistan. I found it strange that he didn't begin at the beginning; instead he dove into the tale very near its end.

‘We were sitting on the roadside, over a culvert, wondering whether to hide.' But the matter was not immediately urgent, he said, for though it was broad daylight, there seemed to be no one else for miles around. The landscape on the approach to the Khyber Pass was barren and stony. When they looked down the road they could see the hills that marked the beginning of the pass to Afghanistan (and safety), but for miles around them, the land was almost flat. The only habitations visible were a few walled enclaves in the distance. Dilip wasn't sure if they were small villages or clan compounds.

‘So there we were, the three of us, taking a breather, thinking we might soon scoot down the embankment and into the culvert and spend the day hiding there,' he went on. ‘Then, in the distance, I saw someone riding across the field on a bicycle. The bicycle was heading straight for us so all we could do was wait as it approached. Obviously it was too late to hide.'

‘It was a boy in his teens and a very friendly fellow,' laughs Dilip. ‘Curious, too. He wanted to know who we were and where we were from. I tried asking him a few questions, but nothing could divert him for long.'

As a foreigner living in India, I had no trouble imagining this boy and his barrage of questions. India, like Pakistan, is full of gregarious young people who love to question strangers. I meet them every time I step out my door.

The conversation ended when the boy walked onto the road and flagged down a bus, not for himself but for his new friends. He was very concerned. Here were three men returning to their native country after a long absence—men who didn't know the lay of the land at all. ‘You can't walk all the way to Landi Kotal,' he told them. ‘It is much too far to go on foot.'

Thus three Indian pilots who had planned to hide in a culvert until sunset, ended up making their way up a winding road, then through a long narrow gorge to the summit of the Khyber Pass, in broad daylight on the roof of a bus.

After my introduction to a story that Dilip had told many times over the last forty years, but had never written down, I knew we needed to go back and start again, at the beginning. And I knew the effort would be worth my while. I loved Dilip's humour and his sense of the absurd. This would not be a stuffy, pompous story of battles fought and demons conquered. In fact demons would be in rather short supply in this story. Instead, it would be the tale of a man who had a dream he almost realized, told in a string of vivid, unpredictable moments, like life itself.

Faith Johnston

September 2013

Northwestern India and Pakistan

Disclaimer: Other than the official Indian boundaries depicted on the map, some boundaries are as per author's own findings and study. The author and publisher do not claim them to be official or legal boundaries. They are for illustrative purposes.

Indian Air Force POWs in Pakistan

(December 1971)

Wing Commander B.A. Coelho, 39

Squadron Leader D.S. Jafa, 37 (on 25 December)

Squadron Leader A.V. Kamat, 33

Flight Lieutenant J.L. Bhargava, 29

Flight Lieutenant Tejwant Singh, 29

Flight Lieutenant D.K. Parulkar, 29

Flight Lieutenant M.S. Grewal, 29

Flight Lieutenant Harish Sinhji, 26

Flight Lieutenant A. V. Pethia, 28

Flying Officer V.S. Chati, 25

Flying Officer K.C. Kuruvilla, 26

Flying Officer H.N.D. Mulla-Feroze, 27 (on 5 December)

Harish Sinhji's sketch in P.C. Lal's
My Years With the IAF
, Courtesy of Lancer International, 1986, 2008, p. 353.


(Midnight, 12 August 1972)

This time the plan worked. The final layer of plaster gave way. The three men crawled out and waited by the wall. When it seemed safe they dashed across the narrow alleyway to the back wall of the next cell block. The storm hadn't broken, but a strong wind fired dust and sand onto their faces. As for the watchman in the adjoining compound, there he was, sitting on his charpoy, perilously close. But when the men took a closer look at him, they realized he had put a blanket over his head!

The prisoners made their way along the back wall of the cell block towards the outer wall. They looked over the wall and down the lane to Mall Road, and were surprised to see a large crowd of people streaming past. Obviously a late show at the cinema had just let out. They decided to wait a few minutes.

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