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He is James Coopers Mohican – the last of his tribe – but
falconers and outdoorsmen everywhere are fortunate to
have his memoirs of hawking during a very special time and
in a special place few of us have been or know much about.
-Dr. Tom Cade – Falconer and Founder of the Peregrine Fund
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elebrated as a well known Ustaad (Master) in his field by all aware of falconry,
Mr. Osman, the ‘Afghan falconer’, created an awareness of his ‘tigers of the
air’, and contributed to his generation regarding serious conservation efforts
around the world.
My journey with Mr. Osman started through my father, who was one of his first
disciples. Mr. Osman was my father’s second guru. The years passed as my father lost
touch with his guru, caught in the hectic web of urban living, work and family. Then I
was born in 1989 and as a child the falconry bug bit me - much to my father’s delight!
One weekend we drove down to meet him. When we reached Dehradun Lukshmi
Road opposite the Himani gas agency, there stood an old black gate with a few fruiting
trees inside. There came this old man with four vicious dachshunds charging to greet
us. A soft melodic voice said “Hello Capt. Shergill. How are you?” We sat down and
had tea while my father and Osman Sir and Madam Zulekha, his wife, were catching
up and telling me stories.
Soon came my turn. Slowly and steadily Osman started testing me on my knowledge
of falconry. He wanted to see if I had that same burning passion that he and my father
shared.
The true test began. Just as he had asked my father back in the 1970’s to make a Dho-
gazza net, he now wanted to see if I could. He wanted to see if I had the patience for
it. It took almost half a day and two very sore hands. I hoped that Osman saab would
approve of it. With a lovely smile and a swaying nod he said “Ok” and looked at my
father and cheekily said “Capt. Saab you took an entire day”.
That was my initiation. I was approved as a Shakid (pupil). From then on we had
telephone conversations daily.Over the years I learned much about falconry, history,
culture, flora and fauna, and herbal remedies. But the icing on the cake was to hear the
old stories on trapping, training and hunting with his birds.
I made frequent visits to Dehradun to meet my guru and his wife. It was always an
honor to spend time with them. We would go for short drives to the mountains, the
forest and places where he used to hunt. I would listen to all his old stories and absorb
everything. He was an encyclopedia! I used to stay at Raghvender Singh’s place who
was also a student of Mr. Osman. Every evening we would all meet and regale each
other with the day’s events.
Osman sir taught me how to make the Bal Chattri. While I was making it, he told me
about its history too - Bal meaning hair and chattri meaning umbrella (dome). Hair
was taken from the horse’s tail to make the nooses in the old days. In time I learned
the art of trapping. With my first bal chattri I caught one very special bird, a passage
Shikra which I named “Isis”. She was my very first bird and hence very close to my
heart. With the guidance and help of my father and regular telephone conversations
with Osman sir I trained her. One day she fell seriously ill. I was extremely perturbed
and made a few frantic calls to Osman sir to find out “What to do”? He then asked
me to check her mouth to see if she had frounce. Sure enough, it turned out to be just
that. He then told me about the age old remedy of using alum water, casting the hawk
upside down and spraying it in the affected areas and then gently scraping the affected
areas. But as my father was out of town and the fact that I had no experience with a
sick bird, I was extremely reluctant and fearful of doing the above myself. I then made
a decision to use modern medicine. I used a concoction of flagyl with a mix of an herb
known as “Katha” which is commonly used in an Indian mouth freshener known as
“Pan”. In time she recovered and was introduced to the hunt.
In Osman saab’s dictionary Falconry was not “just a hobby”… it was a way of life,
a calling, as he put it. Born on 24th March 1925, Osman saab’s affinity for birds of
prey started at the age of 8 when his grandfather presented him with a Turumti (Red
headed merlin). He never looked back.
As a young boy Osman saab was truly fascinated with the hawk-eagle. This species of
birds of prey was completely new to their family. While roaming/hunting/fishing in
the Doon valley and Musoorie, he often studied them. One day, while out on one of
his hunting trips, he spotted a mountain hawk eagle. Osman saab he did not step out
of his house without his dho-gazza and a pigeon decoy. Within moments, he set up
the trap and trapped his first hawk eagle. He named her“Kohistani” (“Highlander”).
He truly loved that bird. He described her as a“phenomenal hunter”. But his most
phenomenal feathered friend was “Kali Rani”, a Shaheen falcon with whom he spent
16 years.
Osman’s closest falconry
companion was his father
Prince Azim. They would take
turns handling and hunting the
birds, and shared almost all their
spectacular experiences. He was
really attached to his father and
missed him dearly after he passed
away.
He wrote about himself, his father
and his cousin and a place called
Clouds End: “Just then it was the
glitter of youth; the understanding
comments of those who really were qualified to extend such unstinted praise to my
life’s heyday that knocked at my heart. Today I look back at those events with a feeling
of sadness as I realize that out of the trio on the hillside that day, I now am the only
one left to tell the story of what had happened. For father and cousin Rauf, Cloud’s
End is a far cry. My happy reflections dissolve away like the pretty shoals of sunset as
the unknown dark of the future awaits to paint the thoughts of bygone times black
against the brilliant sky of yesteryear.”
Osman saab was quiet a poet by heart and loved quoting Old Persian poets.
After his wife passed away he quoted the Poet Hafiz “If after a hundred years you were
to pass over my tomb my dusty bones uprising in the sepulcher would dance in their
gladness.”
I would like to think he started and ended with these magnificent meteors in the sky,
these spectacles of glory, these magnificent kings of the wind…these captivating birds
of prey that bonded relations for father and son …mentor and disciple ….man and
bird…..heaven and earth……
Memories of My Mentor by Rushil Sergill
Photos of Sirdar’s mother, and of him and his father,
whom he was especially close to and shared his love
of falconry with. Photo left- a family of tribesmen,
Sirdar in the middle on his father’s knee.