NETAJI'S LIEUTENANT SINGH by Iqbal Sachdeva On the 110th birthday of Netaji Subash Chandra Bose, when a grateful nation paid glowing tributes to him, I recalled meeting his trusted secretary, one Lieutenant Hardayal Singh, a tall lanky Sikh from Chandigarh. The first time I saw him was a crowd cheering him while he recited his favourit poem 'O Cheeni Kudi' (That Chinese girl), in the city park. 'Did Netaji had some secretary like Lt. Hardayal Singh in the Azad Hind Fauj (Indian Liberation Army)?' I asked late Alok Mukherjee, a senior Bengali journalist, who recollected having read somewhere about him. Once, while hunting for a low cost eating joint during my bachelor days, I ran into his humble Dhaba (tuck shop) run in a cornor of the ex-servicemen's guest house, and made a package deal with him to eat there every day of the month on a fixed charge. Eating in his simple but clean Dhaba made me overcome my home sickness. His wife, a simpl