![]() Evenings would be the time to unwind after spending the day in the cubicles for the research scholars in the library. You were writing on the works of Vijaydan Detha, renowned Rajasthani folk writer who decided to keep himself away from urban influence of any kind. That is how creative you have been!Īs time rolled, amidst classes, tea, library and occasional visits to Mandi House to satiate our creative thirst, we all got busy writing our respective MPhil dissertations. You stood out in your creativity! And then there was this ‘laghu katha’ you wrote about a woman paragliding in Kalimpong… a place you had not visited till then, but the reader could not get an inkling of it in your vivid description of her experience. But as I learnt that you were the author, I was sure that no one else could dwell on a simple story with such a nuance to give it such an unusual title. Quite a peculiar title for a book…I thought. Except perhaps when Manju Di decided to train some of us for what was labelled in the University News bulletin as ‘thrilling tribal dance!’ You were part of the Bhangra! One fine evening, as we all sipped tea at the now famous Ganga Dhaba, you sprang up with a book titled ‘Pradhanmantri, Urmi aur Main’. As did the various editions of ‘Mati ke Rang’.Īs my friend from college Ranu and I watched your group and you rehearse for the cultural medley, I do not recall how and when I found myself become a part of the group… especially because I was nowhere close to any of the creative activities you all would be putting together to bring these events alive. Many more songs and dances, skits and street plays followed. The fact that it remained etched in my mind so distinctly even after four decades or so, is a testimony to your creative endeavour. In you, the audience that day, visualised that little girl who was the product of your imagination… or perhaps you really encountered her in the school where your mother was a teacher. Instead of saying ‘chhabbis janvari ayi hai, sabko mili mithai hai…’ she says – ‘chhabbis janvari ayi hai, mujhko nahin mil mithai hai…!’ You enacted her so well with apt gestures and facial expression… and the voice modulations!! It still resonates on every Republic Day. So, as she eyes the sweet packets of other children irresistibly, she messes up with her lines to be recited. Her concentration flickers from the recitation for the fear that she may not get her share. As the little girl was performing, she noticed that the sweets were being distributed to the other children in the school. ![]() ![]() It was about a little girl who was trained by her teacher to recite a poem on 26 th January to commemorate the day in her school. ![]() Later, perhaps as part of the same programme, I saw you perform on the stage ‘26 Janvari’- a skit. In fact, I learned about you from one of my teachers whose then school- going son was part of your ‘troupe’. You were training the campus kids to perform a skit. I recall meeting you for the first time in that wooden cubicle which served as a sitting room for the visitors visiting us in our hostel some forty years ago! The sudden count of these years makes me feel that we have has a very long association! You were part of the group which was preparing for “Mati ke Rang”– a medley of renditions in the form of songs, dances, skits, spoofs, parodies, and street-plays portraying social and political satire, cultural moorings and economic hardships. He passed away recently and this write-up is an attempt to commemorate his connect with all those who met him This is an ode to a film script/story/dialogue writer known for his films like ‘I am Kalam’ and ‘Paan Singh Tomar’- Sanjay Chauhan. Share on WhatsApp Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Telegram Share on Reddit Share on Email ![]()
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