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Aamaar Pancham(My Pancham)
By
Asha Bhosle
(Contd)
Long Drive
Mahabaleswar,Lonavala,Khandla…long drive…we used to go out for a trip whenever got chance…long drive was our favourite leisure-time relaxation…how fantastic were those days…only Pancham and me…with resounding music,cigarette in hand,a drink on the dashboard and Pancham beating his rhythms on the ceiling of the car…huu..uussh..shhh…as if we were being lost…this picture only comes to me in a round-about way…in any lonely place somewhere we used to stop our car and listen to the songs one by one…’Santana’,’Listen to the pouring rain’ or ‘Guantenamera’…in Mahabaleswar we used to board in Hotel Bina..nowhere else…very often we used to go out for such long drives…enjoyed fantastic funs..especially during rainy days…
How this beautiful understanding between us happened ?Still now I used to often think astonishingly…perhaps Pancham simply nodded or stared to another side or turned a matchbox upside down..that’s all..I used to understand exactly what he wanted…I still recall..Pancham was making me understand before recording a song..he was telling a lot but was not being able to inform me exactly what he wanted…it was only after the recording started,someone from inside me told me how to sing that song…I could sing exactly as per the demand of Pancham…then I saw him outside jumping and shouting,”Excellent,Asha..I was looking for just this sort of singing”…during recording,many times I used to ring up to my home..Pancham used to tell,”I was just thinking of you…come on home now..please”..can an extremely ideal couple also imagine of such understanding? In fact,both of us had mutual respect about our job…I never made a stir about his musical instruments or electronic gadgets..we didn’t have any shortage of money…but from beginning to end I became angry …I formally rebuked Pancham…he was extremely extravagant…used to vehemently spend money..spending for himself would have a justification…but he used to squander for his friends only…
Broom in Birthday
Pancham used to like chilli very much…and used to play lunatic with sports and games…inspite of disliking of those by someone elses also,they would have to show excessive enthusiasm with him…he used to watch a lot of movies..whenever got opportunity,I too used to sit with him…just after our marriage,I used to take some extra time for my dressings…Pancham used to put no comments about the good or bad of my dresses…ultimately one day it was me who asked,”How am Iooking?”…Pancham’s reply was,”The bindi(bit of tinsel worn on forehead) is not matching with your saree”…I also became angry…”That means you used to watch each and every woman in such a minute way?”…a great scuffle occurred that day between us…after that Pancham never told me anything directly…he had terrible self-confidence in him…still he used to tell in another way,”Look,Asha,how this song is becoming if we sing it in this way”…Pancham could turn around a crossing of an ultimate helpless situation…at that time I was a powerful lady who was called as fighter…used to rush to any sort of debate or argument…when arguments were dangerously boiling,Pancham told,”Well,Asha,did you buy the saree which you had chosen that day “…perhaps also told,”Tomorrow both of us will go out to purchase curtains and sofa-covers”…till such time I forgot the subject of our arguments and engaged with new discussions…after two days,again I remembered the cause of that old argument..and on going to start in a fresh way with girding up my loins,I realized that it was too late…keeping my house neat and clean was like one of my manias…but Pancham didn’t like all these..used to tell,”Asha aayi,mane saafaai(Asha comes means cleanliness)”…we had so many quarrels with this cleanliness..if I pointed about sweeping and cleaning of kitchen or bedroom,he used to tell,”Asha,do whatever you like but except that”…on the morning of one of my birthdays,a flower bouquet sent by Pancham came to me…how nice it was…when approached near-by I found two brooms very carefully tied up on both sides of it…inspite of being extremely angry,I could not do anything except laughing terribly…. (Contd)
By
Asha Bhosle
(Contd)
Long Drive
Mahabaleswar,Lonavala,Khandla…long drive…we used to go out for a trip whenever got chance…long drive was our favourite leisure-time relaxation…how fantastic were those days…only Pancham and me…with resounding music,cigarette in hand,a drink on the dashboard and Pancham beating his rhythms on the ceiling of the car…huu..uussh..shhh…as if we were being lost…this picture only comes to me in a round-about way…in any lonely place somewhere we used to stop our car and listen to the songs one by one…’Santana’,’Listen to the pouring rain’ or ‘Guantenamera’…in Mahabaleswar we used to board in Hotel Bina..nowhere else…very often we used to go out for such long drives…enjoyed fantastic funs..especially during rainy days…
How this beautiful understanding between us happened ?Still now I used to often think astonishingly…perhaps Pancham simply nodded or stared to another side or turned a matchbox upside down..that’s all..I used to understand exactly what he wanted…I still recall..Pancham was making me understand before recording a song..he was telling a lot but was not being able to inform me exactly what he wanted…it was only after the recording started,someone from inside me told me how to sing that song…I could sing exactly as per the demand of Pancham…then I saw him outside jumping and shouting,”Excellent,Asha..I was looking for just this sort of singing”…during recording,many times I used to ring up to my home..Pancham used to tell,”I was just thinking of you…come on home now..please”..can an extremely ideal couple also imagine of such understanding? In fact,both of us had mutual respect about our job…I never made a stir about his musical instruments or electronic gadgets..we didn’t have any shortage of money…but from beginning to end I became angry …I formally rebuked Pancham…he was extremely extravagant…used to vehemently spend money..spending for himself would have a justification…but he used to squander for his friends only…
Broom in Birthday
Pancham used to like chilli very much…and used to play lunatic with sports and games…inspite of disliking of those by someone elses also,they would have to show excessive enthusiasm with him…he used to watch a lot of movies..whenever got opportunity,I too used to sit with him…just after our marriage,I used to take some extra time for my dressings…Pancham used to put no comments about the good or bad of my dresses…ultimately one day it was me who asked,”How am Iooking?”…Pancham’s reply was,”The bindi(bit of tinsel worn on forehead) is not matching with your saree”…I also became angry…”That means you used to watch each and every woman in such a minute way?”…a great scuffle occurred that day between us…after that Pancham never told me anything directly…he had terrible self-confidence in him…still he used to tell in another way,”Look,Asha,how this song is becoming if we sing it in this way”…Pancham could turn around a crossing of an ultimate helpless situation…at that time I was a powerful lady who was called as fighter…used to rush to any sort of debate or argument…when arguments were dangerously boiling,Pancham told,”Well,Asha,did you buy the saree which you had chosen that day “…perhaps also told,”Tomorrow both of us will go out to purchase curtains and sofa-covers”…till such time I forgot the subject of our arguments and engaged with new discussions…after two days,again I remembered the cause of that old argument..and on going to start in a fresh way with girding up my loins,I realized that it was too late…keeping my house neat and clean was like one of my manias…but Pancham didn’t like all these..used to tell,”Asha aayi,mane saafaai(Asha comes means cleanliness)”…we had so many quarrels with this cleanliness..if I pointed about sweeping and cleaning of kitchen or bedroom,he used to tell,”Asha,do whatever you like but except that”…on the morning of one of my birthdays,a flower bouquet sent by Pancham came to me…how nice it was…when approached near-by I found two brooms very carefully tied up on both sides of it…inspite of being extremely angry,I could not do anything except laughing terribly…. (Contd)
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