This is an autobiography which speaks of speed, balance and the grace to surge ahead in the face of all odds. Milkha Singh states that while reflecting upon his life, he can clearly perceive how his passion for running has dominated his life.
Thereafter, he speaks of seven images which flash through his mind.
They are those of him, running…running…running…
1) Sprinting from one shady patch to another to escape the scorching heat of the sun on his passage to school,
2) Fleeing the bloodbath on that terrifying night, when most of his family was butchered,
3) Racing trains for pleasure,
4) Outrunning the police when he was caught stealing in Shahdara
5) Leaving everyone behind in his first race as an army jawan so that he could get an additional glass of milk
6) Surging past his contenders in Tokyo, when he was declared Asia’s Best Athlete
7) Running in Pakistan and being hailed as ‘The Flying Sikh’
In the Epilogue to this delightful tome, Milkha puts certain facts across the table. He says, ‘I am neither a writer nor an author, but a sportsman with passion, who has poured his heart out in this book. Although I am not a man of words, I hope this book can inspire the youth to take up sports and strive to excel.’ He further adds, ‘I am proud of the fact I am a self-made man. My philosophy is very simple: ‘The lines on our palms do not decide our future, kambakht, we, too, have a say in it. Hard work can change destiny as I know only too well—my entire life has been dedicated to it. My early years were a struggle, but as I gradually started to achieve results, my name and fame grew. I won competitions and medals, except for the elusive Olympic gold, which I will always regret, and yet I have always been content because I kept trying.’
The stimulating tale of Milkha Singh, the athlete who squandered an Olympic medal by a hairsbreadth, is publicized by the man himself in his outspoken memoir. In "The Race of My Life: An Autobiography by Milkha Singh" by Rupa Publications, Milkha shares the startling zenith of acquiring India's first ever gold in athletics at Commonwealth Games, the unrestrained ecstasy of being addressed as the 'Flying Sikh' in Pakistan, in addition to the cataclysmic fiasco at the Rome Olympics.
The legend writes his story in the most simpleminded fashion. It's an easy read and an encouraging account. He renders the prominence of setting convincing but aspiring goals at different stages of his life and directs all his effort on attaining these aims one after the other.
Apart from the Introduction, Prologue and an Epilogue, Milkha divides his book in the following twenty chapters:
1 Life in Undivided India
2 Bhaag Milkha, Bhaag
3 Ten Days in Jail
4 My Army Life
5 This was Not Sports
6 From the Bhangra to the Foxtrot
7 My God, My Religion, My Beloved
8 Going for Gold
9 Meeting Pandit Nehru
10 ‘Come on, Singh’
11 The Flying Sikh
12 Going West
13 So Near, and Yet So Far
14 From Sports to Administration
15 Nimmi
16 The Bird and a Melancholic Tree
17 The Jewels in my Crown
18 I Have a Dream
19 Once an Athlete, Always an Athlete
20 The Politics of Sports
Born in 1932 in an India unsullied by the horrors of Partition, Milkha “saw it all” He was a spectator to a wounded Partition, a mislaid childhood, vagrancy, trivial crime, and triumphs hard won - and with no trouble lost. And yet, even after beholding such a great amount of revulsion and despondency, his resolve to bealive to every treasurable moment of life to the completest is what folklores are made off.
“On 14 August 1947, British India was partitioned into India and Pakistan. Then, at the ‘stroke of the midnight hour’ on 15 August 1947, India became an independent nation. Almost simultaneously, borders were being drawn along the west and the east that would divide the subcontinent. We found ourselves on the wrong side of the border. Almost overnight, the unrest intensified, plunging the lands along the newly drawn borders into chaos and confusion. Politics had poisoned people’s minds and hitherto friendly relationships were destroyed by the sweeping waves of hatred and communalism. People no longer behaved like human beings, they had become animals. Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims were brutally massacred, thousands of homes destroyed, mothers lost their husbands and children. There was only bloodshed everywhere.” – he writes.
Singh writes about his pleasure about being selected to represent India at the Olympics in Melbourne, Australia. Even though his presentation at the occasion was unsatisfactory, he met numerous foreign sportspeople, such as Charles Jenkins, America's top athlete who gave him appreciated pointers in running.
But his selection was beset with thorns. “Those of us who had attended the Bangalore camp were in Patiala once again for the final selection of the Indian athletic team. Once again, some of my colleagues reacted in a negative fashion, and I was constantly subjected to snide remarks, but I chose to ignore their jibes. I did not allow their animosity to come in the way of my aim and kept practising hard.…”, he writes.
Thereafter something extraordinary happened. Milkha writes, “However, I was completely unprepared for the sinister incident that almost broke my legs.
The night before the selection race, I was suddenly jolted out of a deep slumber by a hard hit on my legs. A bunch of people had pinned me down and thrown a blanket over my head, so I couldn’t see them. They continued to hit me with sticks, and only stopped when my screams alerted my companions in the barrack. By the time help arrived, my assailants had fled. Even though I could not see them, I knew who they were but never had the proof to confront them directly. I only knew that I had become such a threat that people thought the only way to prevent me from winning was by breaking my legs. This was also the first time I realized there are people who firmly believe in taking short cuts to excel in sports.”
Between 1956 and 1957, Milkha Singh writes, his principal mission in life was to outrival in running. "The track, to me, was like an open book, in which I could read the meaning and purpose of life. I revered it like I would the sanctum sanctorum in a temple, where the deity resided and before whom I would humbly prostrate myself as a devotee. To keep myself steadfast to my goal, I renounced all pleasures and distractions, to keep myself fit and healthy, and dedicated my life to the ground where I could practise and run. Running had thus become my God, my religion and my beloved," he says.
His life reads like a rainbow of many vivacious hues. The illustrious 400-metre champion, disreputably lost the final race of his life—the 1960 Rome Olympics. In the tome Singh details his heartwrenching loss.
Milkha says, ‘"All through my life, I have been tormented by the fatal mistake I made in Rome on the day of the 400-metre race. I knew that I could have won, but perhaps, luck was not on my side that day. The one medal I had yearned for throughout my career had just slipped through my fingers because of one small error of judgement. Even today, if I look back on my life, there are only two incidents that still haunt me—the massacre of my family during Partition and my defeat at Rome," writes Singh.
Son Jeev Millkha Singh, a specialized golfer writes in the primer, "I think the greatest gift he has given me, apart from his genes, is not knowing the meaning of the word 'impossible', and his never-say-die attitude, is the wonderful support and guidance in helping me chart my own life and career."
The chapter ‘Politics in Sports’ pains us. At the same time we realize that Milkha is a man with an iron backbone and steel resolve when it comes to principles. He writes: “In 2001, the Bharatiya Janata Party government offered me the Arjuna Award, almost forty years after I had received the more prestigious Padma Shri in 1958. When the award was introduced in 1961, its premise was very clear—that it would only be granted to those outstanding sportspeople who had received medals in international events, including the Olympic, Asian and Commonwealth games. When I looked at the list I discovered that it included even team members for games which have no global presence like kabbadi, which is played in just four countries. I brought this and other examples of unworthy candidates to the notice of the then minister of sports, Uma Bharati, and told her that I considered it a farce to be included in the same list of nominees who have not even represented their country. It was as if the Arjunas had been given away like prasad, to any and everybody, ignoring those who truly deserve them.”
He further writes, “I firmly refused the award because the selection committee had ignored the fundamental premise on which it was founded, and that by giving me the award at this stage it did not recognize ‘the stature of the services I had rendered to the nation’. If her government had wanted to give me an award, why didn’t they separate my name from the general list, and announce that they were honouring me with a lifetime achievement award? Moreover, why has it taken so long for my achievements to be acknowledged and recognized? After all, I had received a Padma Shri at the height of my career, when I was ‘Asia’s Best Athlete’ and the ’Nation’s Pride’. My refusal made headline news, but as far as I was concerned, if the government had wanted to offer me an Arjuna, why did it take them forty years?”
The book closes with Singh's anticipation that his autobiography would stimulate the youth to take up sports. "I am neither a writer nor an author, but a sportsman with passion, who has poured his heart out in this book. Although I am not a man of words, I hope this book can inspire the youth to take up sports and strive to excel," he writes.
Perhaps the words of Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra sound apt to end this review: “For me, Milkha Singh’s life paints an intricate image of human trials and tribulations, one which evocatively illustrates that true victory lies in racing with one’s troubles, not in running away from them… aapni mushkilon se bhago nahin, unkey saath daud lagao.”