Royal tailor stitches against time-Read

The drama that preceded Mir Osman Ali Khan, the 7th Nizam’s visit to St Joseph’s cathedral in Gunfoundry for the midnight Christmas mass in 1950 and how a Scottish man John Burton, who was the Royal Tailor of The Nizam, toiled to get 60 pieces of coats, pants and shirts made in very short notice. The Nizam and his noblemen wore these new clothes to attend the midnight mass…

Hyderabad: John Burton adjusted his coat as he stepped into the chilly evening of December 24, 1950. The air was crisp, and the streets of Hyderabad were brimming with activity. But Burton’s mind was far from the daily hustle. His meeting with Mir Osman Ali Khan, the 7th Nizam, had left him in a predicament unlike any he had faced before. It was a catch-22 situation indeed.

The Nizam, with his towering persona and penchant for surprising orders, had summoned Burton to the King Kothi Palace. The royal outfitter had arrived promptly, not daring to delay. Inside the opulent chamber, the Nizam had expressed his desire to attend the midnight Christmas mass at St. Joseph’s Cathedral in Gunfoundry. But it wasn’t just about his attendance. He wanted himself and sixty of his noblemen dressed in freshly tailored suits — overcoats, pants, and shirts — by nightfall.

Burton’s pulse quickened as he processed the demand. Sixty suits in six hours? Impossible. But saying no to the Nizam was equally out of the question. Few could afford to defy him, and Burton wasn’t one of them. Exiting the palace, he glanced at his wristwatch. The hands seemed to tick louder, each second a reminder of his dwindling time.

Back at his workshop in Secunderabad, Burton lit his pipe, its wispy smoke curling into the air as he contemplated his next move. It wasn’t long before inspiration struck. Burton sprang into action, summoning every tailor he could reach across Hyderabad. Word spread like wildfire, and soon, his workshop transformed into a buzzing hive of activity.

The room was alive with the sounds of fabric being cut, sewing machines whirring, and the occasional chatter of tailors coordinating their tasks. Each person was assigned a specific role: some focused on cutting fabric, others stitched shirts, a few tackled pants, while the most skilled among them handled the intricate coats. Burton moved among them like a conductor leading an orchestra, his pipe bobbing as he barked orders.

“Faster! Precision matters, but so does speed!” he hollered, his voice cutting through the din. Despite the pressure, the camaraderie among the tailors kept morale high. They worked tirelessly, driven by the challenge and the fear of disappointing the Nizam.

As the hours ticked by, the first completed pieces began to take shape. A sense of triumph spread through the workshop as the pile of finished garments grew. The tailors worked with a rhythm born of experience and determination, knowing the importance of their task.

Finally, as the clock struck 10:30 p.m., the last coat was stitched, the final button secured. Burton inspected each garment meticulously, ensuring they met the Nizam’s exacting standards. Satisfied, he wasted no time loading the suits into his carriage and making his way to King Kothi.

The Nizam awaited him, his piercing gaze softening as Burton presented the completed suits. A smile crept across his face—a rare gesture from the ruler known for his stoic demeanor. “You’ve done well, Burton,” he said simply, his voice laced with approval.

Dressed in their new attire, the Nizam and his noblemen made their way to the midnight mass. The sight of the group, resplendent in their matching suits, left the congregation in awe. The Nizam, known for his dedication to his people, demonstrated yet again his respect for all faiths. It was a moment that highlighted the secular fabric of his rule. Not just this. The Nizam also gifted the Cathedral a clock, an oil painting of the Blessed Mother and Christ Child (Madonna and Child by Bartolome Esteban Murillo), chandeliers and furniture in 1953.

The next morning, as Burton reflected on the whirlwind night, he felt a sense of pride. It wasn’t just about fulfilling the order; it was about rising to the occasion. The memory of that night stayed with him, a testament to the power of teamwork, determination, and respect for tradition.

Though detractors might paint the Nizam as miserly or communal, Burton saw a different side. The ruler who honored the spirit of Christmas with such fervor couldn’t be confined to simplistic labels. And for Burton, the night was a reminder of the resilience required when dealing with a maverick ruler.

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