An hour long train ride from Victoria Terminus, just past the railway crossing at Vikhroli, is a dilapidated concrete structure covered in half-torn posters variously advertising a Marxian utopia, films for red-blooded adults and bedroom advice for couples intent on children. Inside, in a tiny, dank room behind a desk, sits someone the entire legal clan knows by the name of ‘Blind Advocate’. Vibrant, giggly and at 33, the possessor of a faint fuzz above his upper lip, this is Advocate Munir Tisekar: a Master in Political Science and a crusading Criminal Lawyer by morning and ‘Teacher uncle’ by the evening.
Behind this dingy room, next to a garbage dump, is a gate that opens into Tisekar’s home. Rows of children, arranged in differently facing rectangles, sit under blue sky and spare shade with mostly quiet concentration, some squinting hard at their copies, others squinting hard at their neighbours’. In the middle, in overflowing black trousers and a white cane in hand, stands the headmaster, shouting instructions, even as Class I, the squiggly rectangle in the distance, insists on giggling loudly and playing with dirt.
It is THIS house that took Munir over twenty years and six jobs to turn into a home. With every second interview blackened by Munir’s absent retinas, it was an ordeal to keep switching jobs and switching ambitions, while feeding his family basic daal-chawal. For someone, who was born with a hearing and limb disability, which later manifested into a complete loss of sight due to a glaucoma attack at the age of three, Munir continues to believe that he grew up better off than his own parents.
Born and initially bred in the unnoticeable ‘Furus’ village in Maharashtra’s Ratnagiri district, implied that he lived with four siblings and parents in a thatched room made of brick, the size of the average city kitchen. He was better off also in being the son of Dawood Tisekar, a turner at ‘Premier Automobiles’ and class II dropout, who initially paid heed to his neighbours’ claims that his “laadla beta” was cursed and had no right to be educated and taken care of. Thus, at an age when his peers were chanting their nursery rhymes and soiling their uniforms, Munir was just about getting used to the feeling of loneliness, both visually and in reality. What he saw was what he was forced to believe.
It was in the year 1982, when the silver lining in Munir’s clouded existence came to light. It was in this year, Munir’s elder brother Khifayat completed his tenth standard with a first class. For Munir, this news was nothing short of a jashan. Both, Ammi—made ‘sevaiyya’, and stone-pelted jamuns and aams made it to the dinner table. It was thereafter, Munir’s family took flight to Bombay with bag and baggage, where they were lodged in a 14 feet-20 feet tenement, won through MHADA’s lottery system. With shifting, came the need for a few chairs and other functional furniture. It so happened that the Tisekars hired one visually challenged carpenter Kutumb bhai for this job, who ended up becoming Munir’s knight in shining armour. Incidentally, during the course of fixing furniture, Kutumb bhai and Munir began discussing random, trivial issues. It was at the end of this two-minute long conversation, Kutumb bhai was left aghast by the fact that Munir did not attend school only because the Tisekar parents believed that he was “Allah’s cursed child”. Instead, he spent all his time in stargazing, metaphorically of course. Thus, Kutumb bhai, who could empathise with little Munir’s woes, convinced the Tisekars about the need of primary education and directed them to the ‘Victoria Memorial School for the Blind’ in Tardeo. Thus, at the age of eight, Munir began reciting rhymes and echoing the 26 alphabets.
Soon, armed with the English alphabet and bustling confidence, Munir turned into an over-month star, compeering the Independence Day and Republic Day programmes and piling elocution competition prizes. History and Civics were his strongest points, while his Mathematics’ score was always highlighted with a red mark. Despite this mixed bag of events, the ‘class elections’ in the seventh grade, remain Munir’s fondest memory. It was during this massive election campaign, Munir was pitted against Mr. Popular of his class, the self-proclaimed ‘angry young man’ Kedar. That Kedar would win hands down was an established fact; but Munir’s adolescent ego was not ready to let go. Teaming up with a few of his trusted aides, Munir also campaigned aggressively, while resorting to unfair means more than quite often to attract voters. “We bribed them with canteen samosas, pepsi cola and in a desperate bid, proposed to complete their homework as well,” adds Munir with a childlike innocence. Eventually, after locking up Kedar in the bathroom during the main election campaign, Munir managed to garner a majority vote and made the class representative. This coronation not only pampered his ego; but also, gave him one of his closest friends, Kedar.
It was at the end of the seventh grade, Munir and Kedar shifted to the ‘Raja Shivaji Vidyalaya’ within the ‘King George School’ campus. Here, for the very first time in their lives, the duo had to survive amidst the ‘normal’ students, who spoke about ‘trigonometry’ and ‘calculus’, while they were just about scraping through addition and subtraction. The canteen’s ‘hot dogs’ continue to make Munir’s mouth water, even at the end of two long decades. Back then, spending five rupees on it implied a long walk back home, which the duo chose not to mind. An occasional Rs 10 would also go into buying Brijwasi’s nail bed-licking malpuas.
While, things were running smoothly, all hell broke loose in 1992-93 during the ‘Babri Masjid’ riots. Living in a Hindu-dominated area, survival had become an unanswerable question. With a mosque being burnt down right in front of their tenement, the Tisekars decided to head back to their village, until tempers cooled down along with their burnt shrine. But, shifting implied that Munir had to bid adieu to Kedar and the school’s canteen. Though difficult, Munir was left with no choice. But, after a year’s stint in the village, where he continued his education, Munir came back to his dreamland, where he was re-admitted to King George School.
Once again, exactly a year later, Munir had to decamp from school; but this time around, it was after scoring a distinction in his SSC exams, to join Ramnarain Ruia College, where he thrived for the next five years. Ruia College, according to Munir, was his jannat, where he was not only christened ‘Mr. Blue’ on the ‘Pink and Blue Day’ in college, but also managed to make a life for his visually impaired friends. Apparently, during those years, Braille books were not available for students after their tenth grade, making it extremely difficult to keep pace with the lectures. It was then, that Munir approached the college authorities to seek help. But the college in turn, blamed the management for the lack of funds, compelling Munir to take stock of the situation. Armed with a college letter and a white cane, Munir walked straight into the Managers room of Philips, India, who in turn, donated ten tape recorders. This led to the birth of the ‘Self Vision Centre’ in Ruia college, which now boasts of an entire floor in the college campus. This according to Munir, was his first milestone in life.
By the end of his junior college, Munir felt the need to earn while he learnt to support his family. It was then that he noticed a locked PCO within the college premises, which was left to rust. This gave him a brainwave to revive and restart the redundant PCO and make a quick buck through this self-employment scheme. Back then, before the onset of the Mobile-generation, Munir managed to rake a lot of business. During his lectures, his otherwise domesticated mother, attended to the callers. Back then, the college sponsored the bills, making sure that their ‘blue-eyed boy’ completes his education. But now, at the end of one decade and a role reversal, Munir has donated this newly renovated booth (with six telephone lines) to a school friend, who like him, is visually impaired. Munir pays his bills and attends to his needs, in an endeavour to give back to the society.
Apart from the phone booth, Munir also dived into the business pool, where he dealt with almost every second consumer product- right from phenyl, brooms, washing powder to rubber stamps even. He even assumed the role of an insurance advisor at ING Vysya, where he was suspended for not achieving the targets. After floating and almost drowning through this entire lap, Munir decided to pursue a degree in Law, in spite of his parents’ jibes that “Nobody will approach you anyway!”
The next three years, he only understood legal jargons and memorized article sections. Immediately, he was hired by the Human Rights Law Network as a Criminal lawyer, where he still continues to work in the mornings. Initially, however, nobody approached him or assigned him with any task, fearing inefficiency and errors. But, the acquittal of one Fatima Bano, gave him the much needed boost. Though it was a very small case, it was his first claim to fame in the office, which was celebrate with chai and bhajiya. Soon, he managed to secure Bails for 17 B.Ed. students, which not only motivated him but also managed to attract him to the profession of helping people. But, there have been times when he had to give up on cases owing to his disability. It takes him thrice as much as time as a ‘normal’ lawyer to draft the documents and record statements. Though it tests his patience at times, he believes that the reward of liberating someone overshadows his plight.
But the biggest day of his life was August 16, 2006- a day that Munir captured on camera and continues to advertise in his phone booth and wallet. It was on that day, Munir met his superhero, the Badhshah of Bollywood, Shahrukh Khan himself. While recalling the BIGGEST day, Munir’s face lights up. His eyebrows begin to dance and his eyeballs pop out. “My friend Keith was working as an Assistant Director with Sajid Khan for his movie ‘Hey Baby’. The whole world knew that Shahrukh Khan was my favourite actor and that I had watched ‘Dilwaale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge’ over 20 times- thrice in the cinema hall and the rest on Sony Max,” he says, while his cheeks turn crimson red. “It was then that Keith personally requested Shahrukh to turn ‘reel’ity into reality. Shahrukh agreed immediately and sent me a personal invitation to meet him at Film City. Inshallah, I was walking on clouds,” he adds. What followed is evident from his ear-to-ear smile and the walled photo frames.
The lawyer-cum-headmaster’s next dream is a meeting with the Big B himself. He dreams, too, of being given a red carpet entry to the Filmfare Awards and the Oscars too. But that’s for later. If imagination is a resource, then Munir Tisekar’s dreams are rolling in the stuff. Hope is the currency in which it trades – and in each laughing face of a liberated client and every enlightened student.
