by Kaushik Bandyopadhyay
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Aamaar pancham(My Pancham)
By
Asha Bhosle
(Concluding part)
As Asha,remain like that
He didn’t ever slander or gossip about others…didn’t like to bring troubles and tribulations at home from outside…in mental distress once I told,”From now on I ‘ll change myself…I only quarrel…make you also angry…this cannot continue…I’ll have to change myself"…on hearing this,immediately Pancham told,”No,Asha,never change yourself…I’ve married you only because you’re like this…if you changes,the fun of our marriage will be spoiled"…once he told one of his close friends,”That is the khaas baat in Asha…naa dukhee rahti hai,naa dukhee rahne deti hai…baatein karti rahti hai,sabka dil bahel jata hai"…that time I thought of cutting hair…I told Pancham…he told with gravity,”Yes,cut your hair…cut upto your ear..and wear Jeans also with that…you’ll look superb”…I was confounded…took time to realize the poke of the humour…Pancham couldn’t tolerate small hair…
I’ve already told that room-furnishing was my fashion…I used to very frequently change the curtains and sofa-covers of our rooms..that time I’d changed the curtains of Pancham’s room…had put light-coloured linings with light-coloured curtains instead of deep…now with the curtains on also the room was flooded with lights…but Pancham didn’t allow me to change those curtains..told,”Come on,now one of your faults can be exposed in front of all”…Pancham used to like to eat very much..I too used to like to cook…his orders like “Prepare Biriyani”,”Asha,prepare Baran Chaol” used to come out very frequently…I had to prepare Kababs very often on his choice…on the way to Khandlaa we entered a pure Marathi restaurant and he ordered ‘Baran Chaol’…this item is a sort of rice with Dal and Ghee…after eating a good quantity Pancham called upon the manager…”The Baran is not prepared well…learn the preparation with care”,he told over the face of manager..I was then at a state of utter shame and asking the earth to bifurcate…whether it is daily foods or it may be a party,our longtime discussion regarding menu was compulsory…
I was supposed to go to London…before going to airport,Pancham captured me and took me to Golden Dragon restaurant of Taj Hotel…after finishing a number of pegs,he was well energized…a number of foreigners were sitting on the next table..suddenly Pancham went on to their table..and started telling them,”Do you know who is the lady sitting on the table beside you?She is the head-cook of this Taj Hotel”…the foreigners were dissolved like anything…they were repeatedly bowing around my table and doing “Namaste,Namaste” to me…I can’t make you understand my state during that five minutes…one day the daughter of one of my friend came to our house and was telling me about her problem of acne…Pancham jumped on,”What Asha will tell you?Listen to me…put on some lime mixed with toothpaste on your chin…it’ll cure”…see the event…he used to do such type of naughtinesses…our quarrels also used to happen like the kids…like a scramble..Ramesh Behl,our friend,came to manage us that time…on becoming failed,he played ‘Jindegi ke safar mein gujar jaate hai jo mokam,who phir nehi aate…’ in the garden and on hearing that we melted like water…the most deadly quarrel also became exaggerated…I ultimately told,”Your family will remain here….I ‘m leaving”…Pancham also replied,”Ok,you can go”…I went to my children…all were quiet for one month…after 40 days,Pancham’s phone came,”We’re going to Madras”…we went…all the way I remained very serious…near Madras,Pancham brought me to a lonely sea-shore called Fisherman’s Whirf…a superb location…in the evening Pancham played ‘Maria Maria’ and ‘I film pity’ of the film Westside Story in his tape recorder…some more of my favourite numbers…when the songs ended, we regained our lives..
Dhakuria Lake,in the evening
I don’t have happy conjugal life in my destiny…a small light of happiness also extinguishes without seeing that…’Naseeb mein pati ka ghar nehi hai’…I told Pancham,”I’m not well..plz stop all the stage-shows”…He didn’t hear me…I told,’Well,I’ll not sing with you”…still he didn’t listen to…as men become…in so many ways he made me weep…and now he has passed away…but Pancham was not unreasonable…used to advise me to reside with my children…each time he used to ring me,”Asha,please stay with them for some more days…now both of us will shift to a bunglow by making it in the land of Khandlaa…will take rest independently and listen to songs for the rest of our lives”…how quickly the rest of the life has been exhausted…Pancham had to give so much to this world..I feel he’ll come back again as a wonder-boy music director…creation of his music compositions have not yet completed…I’ve gone to Calcutta with him for a number of times…he’d taken me to Dakhkhineswar…to Dhakuria Lake…Pancham used to swim here in his childhood…during such an evening by the side of Dhakuria Lake,Pancham composed,”Sandhyabelai,tumi aami bose aachhi dujone”…the sun was drowning in a golden sundust like that..colour of water was like raw gold…Pancham,the romantic Bengali,told,”as if the bride is going with the golden palanquin”…
In 1989,Pancham underwent bypass surgery in London..I was also there…before going to operation theatre,I told him,”You’ll certainly recover"...Pancham replied,”When you’re telling,I’ll definitely recover”…he had a terrible confidence on me…inspite of being husband-wife,we were friends…love was there,more was the affection…Pancham took his last breathe also by lying by the side of me…I still feel Pancham…he is roaming around me…towards any direction I look I find Pancham only…Pancham is immortal…… (End)
Aamaar pancham(My Pancham)
By
Asha Bhosle
(Concluding part)
As Asha,remain like that
He didn’t ever slander or gossip about others…didn’t like to bring troubles and tribulations at home from outside…in mental distress once I told,”From now on I ‘ll change myself…I only quarrel…make you also angry…this cannot continue…I’ll have to change myself"…on hearing this,immediately Pancham told,”No,Asha,never change yourself…I’ve married you only because you’re like this…if you changes,the fun of our marriage will be spoiled"…once he told one of his close friends,”That is the khaas baat in Asha…naa dukhee rahti hai,naa dukhee rahne deti hai…baatein karti rahti hai,sabka dil bahel jata hai"…that time I thought of cutting hair…I told Pancham…he told with gravity,”Yes,cut your hair…cut upto your ear..and wear Jeans also with that…you’ll look superb”…I was confounded…took time to realize the poke of the humour…Pancham couldn’t tolerate small hair…
I’ve already told that room-furnishing was my fashion…I used to very frequently change the curtains and sofa-covers of our rooms..that time I’d changed the curtains of Pancham’s room…had put light-coloured linings with light-coloured curtains instead of deep…now with the curtains on also the room was flooded with lights…but Pancham didn’t allow me to change those curtains..told,”Come on,now one of your faults can be exposed in front of all”…Pancham used to like to eat very much..I too used to like to cook…his orders like “Prepare Biriyani”,”Asha,prepare Baran Chaol” used to come out very frequently…I had to prepare Kababs very often on his choice…on the way to Khandlaa we entered a pure Marathi restaurant and he ordered ‘Baran Chaol’…this item is a sort of rice with Dal and Ghee…after eating a good quantity Pancham called upon the manager…”The Baran is not prepared well…learn the preparation with care”,he told over the face of manager..I was then at a state of utter shame and asking the earth to bifurcate…whether it is daily foods or it may be a party,our longtime discussion regarding menu was compulsory…
I was supposed to go to London…before going to airport,Pancham captured me and took me to Golden Dragon restaurant of Taj Hotel…after finishing a number of pegs,he was well energized…a number of foreigners were sitting on the next table..suddenly Pancham went on to their table..and started telling them,”Do you know who is the lady sitting on the table beside you?She is the head-cook of this Taj Hotel”…the foreigners were dissolved like anything…they were repeatedly bowing around my table and doing “Namaste,Namaste” to me…I can’t make you understand my state during that five minutes…one day the daughter of one of my friend came to our house and was telling me about her problem of acne…Pancham jumped on,”What Asha will tell you?Listen to me…put on some lime mixed with toothpaste on your chin…it’ll cure”…see the event…he used to do such type of naughtinesses…our quarrels also used to happen like the kids…like a scramble..Ramesh Behl,our friend,came to manage us that time…on becoming failed,he played ‘Jindegi ke safar mein gujar jaate hai jo mokam,who phir nehi aate…’ in the garden and on hearing that we melted like water…the most deadly quarrel also became exaggerated…I ultimately told,”Your family will remain here….I ‘m leaving”…Pancham also replied,”Ok,you can go”…I went to my children…all were quiet for one month…after 40 days,Pancham’s phone came,”We’re going to Madras”…we went…all the way I remained very serious…near Madras,Pancham brought me to a lonely sea-shore called Fisherman’s Whirf…a superb location…in the evening Pancham played ‘Maria Maria’ and ‘I film pity’ of the film Westside Story in his tape recorder…some more of my favourite numbers…when the songs ended, we regained our lives..
Dhakuria Lake,in the evening
I don’t have happy conjugal life in my destiny…a small light of happiness also extinguishes without seeing that…’Naseeb mein pati ka ghar nehi hai’…I told Pancham,”I’m not well..plz stop all the stage-shows”…He didn’t hear me…I told,’Well,I’ll not sing with you”…still he didn’t listen to…as men become…in so many ways he made me weep…and now he has passed away…but Pancham was not unreasonable…used to advise me to reside with my children…each time he used to ring me,”Asha,please stay with them for some more days…now both of us will shift to a bunglow by making it in the land of Khandlaa…will take rest independently and listen to songs for the rest of our lives”…how quickly the rest of the life has been exhausted…Pancham had to give so much to this world..I feel he’ll come back again as a wonder-boy music director…creation of his music compositions have not yet completed…I’ve gone to Calcutta with him for a number of times…he’d taken me to Dakhkhineswar…to Dhakuria Lake…Pancham used to swim here in his childhood…during such an evening by the side of Dhakuria Lake,Pancham composed,”Sandhyabelai,tumi aami bose aachhi dujone”…the sun was drowning in a golden sundust like that..colour of water was like raw gold…Pancham,the romantic Bengali,told,”as if the bride is going with the golden palanquin”…
In 1989,Pancham underwent bypass surgery in London..I was also there…before going to operation theatre,I told him,”You’ll certainly recover"...Pancham replied,”When you’re telling,I’ll definitely recover”…he had a terrible confidence on me…inspite of being husband-wife,we were friends…love was there,more was the affection…Pancham took his last breathe also by lying by the side of me…I still feel Pancham…he is roaming around me…towards any direction I look I find Pancham only…Pancham is immortal…… (End)
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